#lets get this journey started 🙈

[blocdlust]

closed for: @spellbcnders characters: dom & evie location: lady hyacinth's apothecary time: ~ 11pm

despite being the creature of the night for quite some time now, dom was hesitant about bothering anyone, let alone their loved ones, at such an hour. given the inconsistency in their shift hours and anxiety that kept building up within, there was a need ― permanent pressure that continued to prompt them to act. the longer they pushed it off, the more time passed... the more danger the situation promised. besides, they knew themselves enough to know that sooner rather than later the tap would open up by itself and there would be no going back. they'd go with the flow of things and as previous experiences had shown... those led to nothing but extreme bloodshed and a pile of corpses left behind. it was now or never, as they repeatedly and mentally noted to themselves. it had to happen this night.

the gap between the ending of dom's shift and them practically manifesting right in front of the apothecary did not properly register in their usually preocuppied brain. the dim light that shone through the windows of the apothecary was a clear contradiction of the 'closed' sign currently loosely hanging on the door.

that served as good enough invitation for dom to grab a hold of the doorknob, announcing their presence within the store. ❝ hi! ❞ a voice slightly muffled by the doorbell, sounded in a slightly higher pitch in hopes of catching the owner's attention. ❝ it's me. ❞ again. dom's visits weren't too frequent, yet guilt found its way to plague them regardless. that's when dom realized it and decided to start bringing tiny offerings of good faith for their friend in order to feel helpful and make up for literally being the energetic vampire by witnessing evie become physically and mentally exhausted each time they agreed to help them out with the use of their magic.

❝ now before you kick me out, i have come bearing gifts. ❞ the vampire pointed out as a swift hand fished out a metal tea can of chamomile tea from their bag, placing it on the counter for evie to inspect. ❝ for high quality sleep, given your late hours spend out here. which, i must remind you, yet again, are not required of you. ❞

[soelstress]

Silent In the Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: While on a mission with Bucky, both of you get creative to avoid detection.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , explicit sex/smut, fingering , p in v sex , unprotected sex , sex in a library , some language

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutty September Fest. Thank you for doing this challenge, it's been fun playing around with the prompts.

A/N 2 - Prompts - Asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... of course I was given five so two stories it is 🙈 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 14) Library sex for those dark academia vibes

A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I think the photo was from the 'Fresh' Flaunt photoshoot but I saved it from Google

A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️

Your limited sight in the dark night only heightened your other senses. Branches of the hedge dug into the skin of your back, scraping the exposed flesh. Warm pants tickled your ear. The smell of fresh greenery swirled with cologne, but the hand around your throat prevented you from inhaling. Your heart pounded and breaths became shorter, you couldn’t take much more.

“Come with me”.

You froze when he suddenly crumpled to the ground without a noise. Not daring to even breathe, your eyes darted around. A shift in the shadows caught your attention, moonlight softly reflecting off black and gold Vibranium to reveal the presence of your saviour. You took a deep breath in relief, the sudden rush of air triggering a coughing fit. “What took you so long?” 

A scoff reached you long before the outline of your mission partner, barely visible in his dark attire. “Despite what Sam believes, I do not have ‘cyborg x-ray vision’. Took me awhile to dodge security AND find you. In a maze. That’s out of bounds. Couldn’t have made it any easier for me, could you?” He stopped near you, pausing as your coughing fit didn’t seem to be easing. “You ok?”

You raised your arms in an attempt to ease your spluttering. After a few moments, it slowed. “Unfortunately for you, yes”. You took a few slow breaths before turning to him. “Sorry for any extra paperwork, I’m sure you’d prefer that to having to deal with me”.

“I can handle paperwork. What I can’t handle is Sam complaining if something happens to you. I wanted to throw him off the plane because he grilled me for a bruise that you got. After our last mission. Tripping over thin air”. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the weight of his trademark scowl. Hopefully he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks from his words which unfortunately were true. “So can we please try to keep you in one piece to complete the mission and the journey home?”

Right. The mission. The one requiring you to break into the mansion of a former Hydra informant to retrieve a drive that contained information on old Hydra bases and activities. The one that Sam swore would be best to infiltrate on the night of a big party to avoid rousing suspicion. The one he insisted on pairing you and Bucky together. James Bucky Barnes - tonight’s savour, the reason you had previously tripped over thin air, and ultimately your unrequited crush. Part of you wanted to kill Sam who teased you mercilessly for your crush but the other part relished the chance to work closely with the sinfully sexy Super Soldier.

The pair of you had decided to attend the party separately, providing two opportunities to grab the drive, but also separate alibis if required. On arrival, you had started by trying to sneak upstairs to the library. But one lone security guard had thwarted your effort and then proceeded to follow you. In a desperate attempt you tried to escape him in the maze but he had cornered you. He had toyed with you, threatening to take you to the host when Bucky had stepped in. 

A soft grunt interrupted your musings. Bucky had picked up the security guard and removed his phone. Walking a few strides to where two hedges met to form a corner, Bucky carefully launched the guard to land on top of the eight foot hedges so he was out of sight from anyone walking by. You couldn’t help chuckling at the sight. Together you both started to follow the path of the maze in a companionable silence. A few turns had been made and in the distance you could see pinpricks of light from the mansion. Bucky’s warm hand grabbed your wrist. “Someone’s coming” he murmured. You knew he’d be thinking about how to fight his way out as quietly as possible. But with one guard down already, you couldn’t risk attracting further attention.  And only one of you had Super Soldier speed. An idea burst into your mind as you glanced around, seeing a small path in the hedge that led to a dead end after a few paces. 

 You turned and yanked him toward you. “What -“ his question was cut off when you pulled him into a fierce kiss. Bucky froze. You were certain he’d shorted circuited and that you would end up having to fight your way through. Pulling away, you made to turn and face the approaching threat but Bucky guided you backwards towards the small path. His left arm cushioned your back from the hedge, hand cupping the back of your head. His nose and lips drifted along your neck and collarbone, growling when your hands gripped the lapels of his jacket in an effort to pull him closer. Lost in a fog of desire, you felt your body trying to meld to his. His right hand gripped your waist, your leg starting to lift up to his waist in response when he froze again. “They’re gone”. Reality washed over you like a cold tidal wave, the heat of embarrassment soon fighting with the chill you’d felt a moment ago. Though you craved so badly to stay pressed to him, you knew that he didn’t feel the same as you. Besides which and most importantly, you had a job to do. Unclenching your fingers from his jacket, you tried to lower your leg discreetly and checked your appearance as a cover. Bucky unwound his arms from around you but didn’t step back. “What was that?”

Face burning, you sidestepped him with a shrug. “All your training and you don’t know how hard it is to run in heels, let alone fight”. As you walked, you could feel heat in your belly and slick pooling in your panties. Unbelievable. You’d acted like a horny teenager - sharing one kiss and then pressing against him as he held you. How the hell had you lost control like that? There were a few moments of your footsteps before you heard Bucky’s tread catch up. Tension was thick as you silently headed towards the mansion. Leaving the maze, you saw people making their way indoors. 

You avoided looking at Bucky. “I’ll mingle”.

“I’ll hit the bar”. 

Both of you separated at the bottom of the stairs, joining the crowds to drift inside. You began to work your way around the room, spending a few minutes in various conversations and contributing noises of agreement or amusement. It would be enough for the fellow guests to notice you in the moment but difficult to remember later while also giving you a good cover in case security was watching. After thirty minutes, you walked down the hallway that led to the ladies room on the next floor but also the main stairs that led to the library on the top floor. 

“Sam’s gonna kill me, your back looks like you got in a fight with an alley cat”. The rough timbre rumbled in your ear. 

Shrugging, you cautiously began to climb the stairs. “Some guys these days can’t manhandle a woman properly. It’s not the first time I’ve been roughed up”. Bucky fell silent as you moved towards the landing of the next floor. You hadn’t noticed the scratches on your back, Bucky must have effectively shielded your back when he pushed you into the hedge. You bit your lip to hold in a soft moan at the thought. From the way the way he’d handled you and the security guard in the maze, you knew that his version of roughing up would be very different.

“Hold up, doll. Security’s sweeping the stairs. Just lean over and wave like you’ve seen someone”. Doing as instructed, you leaned against the railing. Somehow your gaze landed on Bucky at the bar. A choked gasp escaped your mouth at the first clear sight of him. You knew he wore black from his camouflage trick in the maze. But this was something else. Dressed in a form fitting black suit with tousled hair and stubble dusting his cheeks, he had your heart and mind racing. “See something you like, toots?” Caught in a blue gaze, you blinked before waving. Bucky raised a crystal glass of amber liquid, the black jacket looking snug against his beefy arms and broad chest. 

Taking that as a signal to start moving again, you quietly hurried back along the corridor. “Almost didn’t recognise you without that scowl Barnes. You actually look decent”. 

A soft chuckle sounded through the comm, sounds of movement following. You figured Bucky had left the bar. “Well you clean up nicely too. Almost mistook you for a dame in that dress” he teased. As you crept up the final stairway, a mirror was placed opposite the steps and you took a moment to admire the dress you wore. A black velvet maxi dress that was strapless and had a slit up the left side hugged your body. Blushing slightly, you couldn’t help feeling pleased that he had noticed. Reaching the top of the stairs, you moved towards the correct door. 

You glanced behind you before carefully opening the door to the library, slipping inside before you closed it and looked around. Two walls were lined with books, every floor to ceiling shelf filled carefully and pristinely kept. The door you had just walked through was also framed with shelves of books. A giant rustic stone fireplace dominated the fourth wall to your left, a roaring fire illuminating an abstract painting mounted above it. Chesterfield seats were scattered through out the room. A pleasant smell of old books and leather soothed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing. Approaching the fireplace to examine the painting closely, you were suddenly yanked backwards into the left corner of the room near the door. As you wriggled, you managed to elbow your assailant before being restrained. “Calm down toots! It’s me” Bucky grunted in your ear before letting you go. 

“I thought men from the forties were gentlemen?” Grumbling, you turned and straightened your dress before looking at him to see him rubbing where you’d jabbed him. “Gotta say Barnes, grabbing a lady like that tarnishes your reputation as a charmer”. 

Bucky smirked, his face half hidden in darkness. “Depends on your definition of lady, doll. Besides you’re the one who said about being poorly handled in the maze”. You flushed, earlier thoughts of him handling you resurfacing. “Anyway, come look at this”. He pointed towards the left side of the fireplace. On closer inspection you noticed that the fireplace was not built flush into the wall but instead the stone sides jutted a few feet into the room. Before you could ask if the old man needed his eyes checked, he gently took your elbow and led to you the right side of the fireplace. A little corner nook was formed where the fireplace wall met the bookshelf of the adjoining wall. Near the corner a bookshelf slightly wider than Bucky was built in. “There’s an electronic book safe a few shelves up”.

Glancing around, you saw a rolling ladder on a track. You made to move when Bucky beat you to wheeling it as close as possible, but there was a small gap between the shelf and the ladder. Frowning, you glanced at Bucky who nodded and moved to hold the ladder on one side. As you climbed carefully up the rungs, you heard him move to hold both sides to stop the ladder from rolling. Carefully opening the safe cover, you saw the electronic key pad with the spaces for a five digit number flashing. Looking at the buttons, you could see five buttons had been pressed more frequently than others. As the possibilities for the code ran through your head and you eliminated any as a birthday or memorable date, you thought about how the owner of this mansion had become involved, anything you could remember about his background - of course. You scoffed softly and entered the code. 4-9-3-7-2. The lock clicking open echoed in the quiet room. Shaking your head, you reached into the safe and pulled out a small drive the size of a quarter before sealing the safe and replacing the book cover. You began to descend the ladder, carefully feeling for each step before moving. 

Reaching the last rung, you felt Bucky behind you. Inhaling deeply you slowly turned, using the rungs for support until you found yourself eye to eye with him. Without a word he took the drive from you and slipped it in his breast pocket. His flesh hand cupped your cheek. Blazing blue eyes searched your soul before his lips brushed over yours. Warmth rushed through every fibre of your body. As he pulled back slightly, you ached with want, with need. Lifting your right hand from the rung you caught his stubbled chin and pressed a kissed to the dimple before ghosting a kiss at each corner of his mouth. With a sharp inhale Bucky kissed you softly, almost reverently. He deliberately took his time, a sharp contrast to the fierce kiss in the maze. This was so much better than you had ever imagined, his lips firm and soft though roughened by the stubble peppering his face. You gasped when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking access to your mouth. Once granted his tongue carefully tasted and teased, licking along your teeth and sending shivers down your spine. His tongue brushed yours and you could taste the whiskey he had been nursing earlier. Your thighs pressed together at his luscious licks, imagining that wicked tongue somewhere else. The hand holding his chin moved to drift through his hair while the other arm wrapped around his thick frame. Chests pressed together your leg slowly slid up and wrapped around his waist, grinding against him as you captured and sensually suckled his tongue. With a groan Bucky lifted you off the ladder and held you close. Your other leg wrapped around him as you continue to rub against him. 

Bucky’s lips moved to leave  a wet trail on your face, neck and chest. His right hand moved down your dress and snuck in along the slit. Cerulean eyes widened when he found how wet you were for him.

“The maze” you whisper, answering his unasked question.  

Nuzzling your neck, his fingers slid under the material and glided through your soaking folds. You bit back a moan when he brushed over your clit. One thick finger pushed  inside you, causing you to arch into him. “Fuck… so tight, baby”. As he moaned in your ear, another finger entered you. His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled upward. “Squeezing me so tight… God you feel so good”. The only sound that you could hear was your panting and the sound of his fingers fucking you. A burning pressure began to build.

“Barnes” you whimpered, humping his hand frantically. 

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me”. Bucky’s smile widened as you clamped down on his fingers, his mouth swooping down over yours to catch any noise. 

Using his Vibranium arm to lift you higher, Bucky’s flesh hand fumbled to undo the waistband of his trousers. The sound of a zipper opening reached your ears. Searching blindly your fingers grasped his hot velvet flesh and gently squeezed the tip.

“Been hard since I first saw you in this dress earlier today”. Your eyes widened at the understanding Bucky had wanted you before leaving for the mission. “I wanted to break the fingers of that asshole who dared to touch you”. 

Longing flooded you at the dark threat. “Want you so much. Bucky… Please” you whimpered.

As he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds and over your clit his gaze burned into you, marking you. Lowering you slowly onto his cock, both of you groaned as the thick flesh stretched you deliciously. Once his groin met yours, you let out a small whine at being filled so deeply. 

Before he could move the door to the room opened, chatter and light filling the quiet space. Bucky quietly pushed the ladder back toward its original position before pressing you against the fireplace wall, only the length of the fireplace wall and shadows caused by the fire hiding your presence from the newcomers. Bucky’s eyes never left yours but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Annoyance swept through you at the second interruption of the night chased by desire. Right now, you didn’t care that your mission was to infiltrate the home of a Hydra agent to steal essential intelligence. Right now, all that mattered was that Bucky - the man who you’d wanted for so long -  was here with you, inside you. These people could notice you at any moment, could catch Bucky balls deep inside you… 

At the thought, your core clenched around him which caused Bucky to let out a muffled curse. His dark brow raised in silent query. You’d never felt so exposed, so reckless and you wanted him in it with you. Rocking your hips, you tried to start moving against him. Bucky’s hold on you tightened as he shifted. A whimper escaped you as he nudged your clit with his movements. His flesh hand covered your mouth, both of you straining to hear any hints that you had been detected. But the chatter carried on, ignorant to the raw exhibition only a few feet away. 

Bucky placed a single finger against your lips in warning. You gently licked his finger before nipping the tip and sucking it into your mouth. Jaw dropping, he inhaled slowly before he began to move. Tongue swirling around the digit, your sucking matched the pace of his slow and steady thrusts. As his body temperature began to rise you were caught in a delightful concoction of senses - Bucky’s scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of the library, drowning in the depths of his loving and lustful gaze, tasting the slight tang of your arousal on his finger and the feel of his body caging you as you clung tightly to Bucky, trying to pull him even closer. Cautiously he positioned you against the shelf, leaving you immobilised and unable to do anything except continue to take his measured movements. He began to roll his hips and pulled back before repeating the motion. As a wave of heat began to build, you could swear you felt his cock harden further. “Cum” he breathed in your ear. The dam broke and the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed you. Feeling a cry rise in your throat you kissed Bucky desperately. With a gasp he twitched inside you, filling you as he rolled his hips to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Distantly, you heard the door open and close. Only the gentle crackling of the fire and soft panting filled the room now. Bucky lowered you till you stood on slightly wobbly legs and slowly pulled out of you. Removing a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully wiped between your legs before doing the same to himself. Eyes locked with yours, he tugged your underwear and dress back into place before tucking himself back into his pants, placing the folded handkerchief into his pants pocket. Leaning forward he caught your mouth in a soft tender kiss. “That should’ve been our first kiss” he murmured. 

“So what happens now?” You hated to think that this had only happened because of the mission, that nothing had changed. When his fingers entwined with yours, you were surprised to see him smiling softly.

“Long term? I want to court you baby, for you to be my girl and me to be your guy. But now? We leave, head home and handover the drive”. A twinkle danced in his eye as his smile changed to a smirk. “And then I want to hear you all night. No interruptions. No being quiet.” His brow puckered in confusion when you giggled. “What?”

“Looks like we’ll both be giving Sam something to complain about”.

[honeybunnyale]

Sweet Pea l J. M.

w.c : 6k

t.w. : Dark Fic, Smut, Breeding Kink, Manipulation, Implied Age Gap, reader is short (like me 🙈) brief descriptions of Joel being possessive and violent towards others

a/n : Please read warnings for all of my works before reading. 18+ only!

Summary : Joel’s the one. He's known since the moment he laid his eyes on you.

His hands were on your hips, moving past you and out of the horse stalls. It was a couple hours past mid-day, the sun was low and it was getting dark. You happened to be leaning against the only opened doorway, staring at the horizon from afar.

“Pardon, ma'am.”

He glances behind him as he apologizes, then his eyes widen.

You were a gorgeous little thing, even with a ratty shirt and jeans that seemed a size too big, it was like you glowed, even in the dimming golden yellow sun.

You smile shyly as he turned. It made his heart flutter. 

“No problem,” you respond softly, reserved and a little intimidated by the way he had brushed past you seconds before.

He opens his mouth, taking an instinctive step forward with his hand stretched outward, about to introduce himself.

“Hey, big brother,” Tommy greets sarcastically. He claps him on the shoulder, giving it a shake. Joel’s eyes keep themselves on you, making you look down at your shirt trying to find a stain that wasn’t there.

“Look who you found,” Tommy says slyly.

He introduces you to him. You only ever come out of the house every so often, helping around, keeping track of supplies, the like. Tommy gives your shoulder a friendly pat. 

“Recluse, this one.”

You shake your head, chuckling along. You really were, you still weren't used to it, people, especially this many at a time. But you knew your manners, you were personable when you did decide to make your appearance.

“She’s new here. You should show her around.”

Joel watches how your lips slightly part to take a sharp breath in and a long breath out, clearly a little nervous by the proposal. His stomach flips.  

You roll your eyes at Tommy. Then, you turn to Joel, waving your hand in dismissal. He was the most serious man here, he already had a reputation as one of the best patrolmen Jackson had, you didn’t want to bother and be faced with the same stern eyes others have dealt with.

“Really, no nee-“ you start.

“I’d love to.”

Tommy looks as surprised as you. “Alright then. It’s settled.”

You arch your brow, and Joel attempts a warm smile. A few seconds passed in an almost awkward silence but Tommy was slowly inching away, dragging along his brother so that they could discuss ‘things’ elsewhere. Most likely on the topic of scouting.

He pats Joel’s shoulder, turning his attention away, making him start walking, but he continues to look back at you. You look down shyly and he swears he heard angels sing.

You had to be his wife.

…

It didn’t take long to charm you. He was practically everything anyone would want in the post-apocalyptic world.

Strong, smart, quick witted and most of all possessive. It wasn’t really a demeaning quality nowadays. It was either lose what belonged to you or defend it with your life, no in between.

Everything was a constant battle to keep.

Now, you didn’t really have much outside of Jackson, you just happened to stumble upon the large walls, were almost threatened to be shot down by Maria herself, all with a pack and a pistol to your name.

She liked the way you responded to her questions respectfully, only requesting a meal and a bottle of water to be thrown for you to then be on your way.

You didn’t like trouble and you didn’t want it around you, so she let you stay.

To be wanted by someone like him was something you’ve never experienced before. You were alone most of the time in your journey across the states, you’ve never had companions of such serious nature before, none to stick around anyway.

You didn’t realize how good it felt knowing someone liked you enough to threaten to break someone’s fingers one by one just because of a passing remark they made about you, or the fact that he choked someone because they didn’t heed his warning of not pursuing you when you were clearly in discomfort.

Sure, you were a little worried his violence would then be used against you but with every taint of blood on his soul, he came back to your door, his eyes soft, his hands delicately pulling you to his chest and with the sweetest words he could muster falling from his lips.

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"Stay close."

Your knees almost buckle from the clumsy way you land off his horse. You steady yourself on the saddle as you find your footing on the ground. Joel lands next to you.

You give him a look, glancing up at him as he smirks. 

"I always stay close," you retort. 

He squeezes your shoulder in passing, you follow after him.

You were one of the many patrollers in Jackson, with the task of lessening the thickening population of infected around the area.  The hoards have been tough, it was beginning to become too much at this point. 

Joel happened to be the one in charge of everyone patrolling, which also meant you had to follow everything he said.  And for the day, he asked Maria if it could only be the two of you.  He's been seeing less infected, it's summer, they usually start to increase during winter. She agreed but not before giving you both a knowing look.

You face heated at the implication she gave when she told you to not stay out too late. 

It was starting to become well known that you both were in a relationship, you'd get the comments, the vulgar ones especially, but the truth was, you haven't gotten that far, just kisses and rather handsy hugs at the most. 

"We're alone..." he says, glancing back at you from the corner of his eye.

You look around, you've strayed a little away from the main path, the designated path patrols were always supposed to take. You were always overly cautious. You liked following rules and guidelines. Your stomach was beginning to swirl in anxiety. 

"We are," you responded back, slightly distracted by your instinct to be on high alert. 

His arms wound themselves around your waist, his back hunching over until his head rests against your shoulder. You feel his warm breath against your neck making you shiver and freeze.

"Which is why we have to get back soon..."

He ignores you. He nips at your neck, pushing back the collar of the buttoned-up shirt he gave to you, exposing your bare shoulder.

"It's getting dark," you mumble. He nods and hums.

His tongue slides past his lips, over your collarbone. You swallow thickly.

"Let me fuck you, baby."

You step away quickly and turn, your brows raised to your hairline. Your eyes are widened like a scared deer’s. He steps closer and you step back. His face flickers in hurt and concern.

Your shoulders slump at his disappointment, you clear your throat.

"Sorry, I didn't - I just-“

He steps in front of you, his hands start to cradle your head. 

"Hey, what happened?"

You start to sweat, your whole body hot with embarrassment.  Would it affect how he saw you?  Most men were not so understanding of your decisions, they soon left, not caring enough to pursue you anymore.

Your head swirls with worry, questions of if he would become uninterested because of your choices. You purse your lips. You weren't willing to compromise, not even for him.

"I'm waiting."

His brows furrow. 

"Waiting," he nods as if he understood you but confusion still swirled in his eyes. "For what... exactly?"

You emphasize your point with your body, hunching your shoulders and gesturing with your hands in circular motions.

"I want my first time to be special, and with someone I'm with..."

You struggle to find your words.

"for life..."

His eyes widen, his head tilts slightly.

That was usually the turn off.  They told you how childish it was to wait for someone that might never come around or stick around for that matter. You start to inch away, your dreams crumbling and burning in your chest.

You really liked Joel, you thought he would be the one, it was too bad you couldn't exactly skip town to never see him again after this-

His grip on your shoulder tightens when you try to step back. He leans down, his eyes soft and flickering over your face full of shock.

"I'll wait. I'll wait as long as you need me to."

He sees your disbelief but with a nod and a kiss to your cheek, your face filled with relief, you smile widely and your eyes fill with tears. 

"Oh honey. Don't cry." 

He pulls you to his chest, massaging your back and pressing his lips atop your head.

"Sorry," you chuckle in between wiping your tears.  He chuckles back.

…

You bury your head in his back, closing your eyes tightly and sighing when his hand intertwined with yours on his stomach, the other gripping onto the reins.

Jackson was so beautiful; you often wonder how you got so lucky. 

You nuzzle your head further into his jacket. It smelled so much like him and you couldn't get enough. You could bury yourself in his scent.

He walks you home, which you share with an old woman and her dog. It was always awkward coming home, she was always in the living room, rocking in her chair sometimes just staring into the wall.

He's offered his house to you, there was room to spare and with Ellie on the loose, doing god knows what teenagers do now, it felt emptier than usual. 

You refused and now he finally understands. Partially. 

He figured if he kept on showing you how good he could be you'd let him in quicker.  He kissed you on the porch to your home messily.  He made you moan, though you tried to hide how good it felt to have his tongue lapping over yours.

He was planning on gradually building you up until you inevitably had to give in completely. 

He left you with your lips swollen, your chest heaving and your pupils dilated that night, his hand at your neck as he gave you a final peck good night. 

You pulled his jacket tighter around yourself.  He had given it to you as you walked over to your side of town, you were shivering, he said.

He couldn't let a woman freeze to death if he could help it, he whispered into your ear.

Now you lay in bed, his jacket strewn over your pillows as you were restless.  You were seeping between your legs. 

Shakily, you tilt your head to the side, your nose pressing against the worn leather and you moan. 

Then your hand reaches down, groping at your thighs teasingly. You bite your lip, reaching under your underwear, your fingers starting to circle over your clit. 

He's always so gentle with you, his hands so large when they press against your back or hold onto your waist. You gasp, spreading your legs under the sheets, swirling over your hood faster.

You close your eyes tightly, letting your imagination run wild.

Your chest heaves when you're done, your drool was pooling on his jacket, your cunt was twitching uncontrollably. You stare at the ceiling. That was one of the best orgasms you've had in a while. 

You flip to be on your stomach, throwing the rag you used to clean yourself off on the floor. You hug your pillows to you, the soft fabric of the inner lining of his jacket against your cheek as you sleep.

…

He invites you over to dinner at his house.  He had just refurbished his kitchen, he said he wanted to show it off.

Ellie opens the door, purses her lips and steps back, letting you in.  Before you could say anything, she walked away. You stand there with your plate of cake for a couple of seconds, watching as she walks up the stairs, probably going to Joel's small corner of records and his collection of music.

At least that was what you were telling yourself. 

You force yourself not to think about it too hard, she's always been distant with you for some reason. You thought she was just being protective of Joel.

You couldn't see Joel when you weren't around. You didn't see the way he bashed someone's head in because they spoke of how they would have liked you to give them a blowjob after a patrol.

She was young, she didn't understand most things about relationships. She was barely starting to get into that aspect of her life with Cat. But she knew that beating someone almost to death was going too far for a partner's dignity.

She didn't like the Joel you made him to be. So she didn't like you.

A hand at your waist startles you, Joel kisses the side of your head and you get on the tips of your toes so that he could kiss your cheek. 

"She's just trying to get used to it, she'll come around."

You hug him from the side, pecking his shoulder, your thumb massaging into his lower back. 

"Yeah..."

Dinner was pleasant at least, Tommy and Maria came over as well, bringing their own food.  You didn't have to watch your tongue around them; they didn't narrow their eyes at you whenever you showed any ounce of affection to Joel or inquired about their own lives.

You were in the living room, both brothers manning the sink and talking. Ellie already left to your disappointment.

Maria, sitting next to you near the fireplace, hushes you quickly, her hand at your thighs her eyes narrow inquisitively. She saw you as a sister already, especially since Joel wouldn't shut up about you and you were a great help in Jackson. Skilled with a gun too.

You look around in confusion, but she just slaps your shoulder. She ticks her head to the door leading to the dining room.

"So... When are you gonna ask?" you hear Tommy's muffled voice from the kitchen. 

Your eyes widen.

"Tommy."

"You've had that damn ring for months-"

You slam your glass on the coffee table and you clear your throat. They instantly quiet. Maria eyes you worriedly. 

They come out, Tommy patting Joel's back.  Maria and Tommy leave quickly thereafter, leaving you both on the couch.

…

"Did you-"

"I didn't."

You lean your head against his shoulder, his hands tugging yours on his lap.

"Would you?" he asks, leaning his head against yours. 

Your eyes flutter at the thought, you glance at your hand, enveloped in his hands. You imagine a glint on your ring finger. You bite your lip.

Would you? You didn't exactly know, you were young, you wanted a couple more years, but he's older, and there was always a threat of danger around.

You sit up, ignoring his question. His mouth opens to say more but you shush him, kissing him gently.

He almost immediately turns his body to you, gripping your waist and lifting you when you don't let up.

He has you on his lap, his hands at the back of your neck keeping you in place. He groans with his mouth open, his tongue sliding against yours, squelching as he enters your mouth desperately.

“So good, honey,” he mumbles, moving down your jaw, his eyes glancing above to see your eyes closed in bliss. His hand was large, he could almost wrap it around your throat.

You moan as he sucks on your neck.

You avoided the question. Why? Was it because you weren't sure about him? He didn’t like how the other men were eyeing you, how much you talk to them and give them attention.

You were leading them on, how could they not get that you belonged with him?

He kisses you harder, you yelp in surprise before reciprocating his vigor.

You liked kissing, you liked kissing Joel, your man, so he says he is. He jokingly calls the other men in Jackson boys, something about not being able to please you properly.

Of course they were all jokes, you laughed as he went on and on about the flaws of the youth and how they treat their partners nowadays.

You’ve kissed before, kissed plenty of your past ‘lovers’, but it felt different with Joel, he made you feel something else and you’ve never wanted it to get more heated than this.

It was special and passionate. Made you want to tear his clothes off. You refrain from it ever going that far, your hand tightening over his shirts and jackets, gripping so tightly your palms hurt. And he noticed, he always did.

He lays you on his couch, your head positioned on one of his cushions. He starts unbuttoning your shirt, you stop his hands.

"I just want to make you feel good, I'm not gonna take my pants off," he chuckles.

You glance down at his crotch, he was straining against the denim of his jeans, you bite your lip in contemplation. It must hurt.

You nod, trying to relax as you sink further into the couch. He undoes your button shirt, exposing your breasts, and mouthing along them towards your stomach, unbuckling your belt slowly. 

He pushes his head between your thighs, licking a stripe up your cunt. You grab onto his head, threading your fingers through his soft brown and grey tufts. 

You get lost in the feelings around you, biting your lip, and moving your hips into his mouth kissing and licking around your folds. 

His thick fingers plunge into you, he stares up at you, your hands moving to cup your breasts, your own fingers teasing around your nipple. 

He starts thrusting his digits into you and you gasp. Your fingers were much smaller than his. You imagined his cock instead, his body looming over you as he starts pounding into you.

"Fuck, sweet pea," he groans, you were clenching down on his pointer and middle fingers so hard, your legs tremble so harshly as you release.

He pulls out, his hand covered in you as you try to catch your breath. You sit up slowly, dazed. He stares at you, smiling. Then he presses his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

He could tell your mind was numbed, you lifted your forearm to cover your face as you panted heavily. Your pussy glistened and he could feel himself throb harder than ever in his pants, his boxers were probably left with wet spots of pre. 

But suddenly, you clear your throat, pulling your pants up and buttoning your shirt quickly.

"I should go," you say quietly.

Something felt wrong. You didn't quite know what yet.  He thought you were just embarrassed, flustered.

He follows you out the door, stopping you from going down the steps with a tight grip on your bicep. You chuckle awkwardly when he lifts his brow in question.

He leans in for a kiss, you reach from the tips of your toes, gripping onto his collar as his lips meet yours.

It sent a shocking feeling down your spine, you had to hold in a noise of pleasure and slap him on the shoulder teasingly, stepping back away from his porch and onto the steps of his house.

He eyes you, once more pecking your lips before letting you go. He watches from a distance, his elbows on the porch, making sure you got home safely.

You were so shy, it made him smile.

You didn't know the first thing about this. You think things were going too fast. The fact that he already had a ring months ago. It has barely been a year since you've met, less than that when he asked you on a date.

And then he fingered you on his couch, in his house. 

You just had sex with Joel Miller. And it wasn't how you expected it to be at all. At least, there was no tender and fairytale-like feeling to it like you've imagined.  It was heated, messy and desperate.

You got hot thinking about it, unbearably so, so much that you had to try to replicate his 'actions' on yourself almost every night, yearning for the time of day you could at least just touch his hand and be sent back to his fingers working you in and out repeatedly. 

You avoid him the next few days in your inner confusion, always seeming to be busy, always needing to do something, alone.

You only had time for small chats, kisses and the like. Then something else would happened and you started avoiding even those small moments. His anxiousness was slowly building up every day, and the fact that you started avoiding him like the plague made him come to a final decision.

His hand stops you, pulling your shoulder back so that you could face him directly.

“Where you goin?” he asks, with a little humor behind his voice.

You purse your lips avoiding his gaze.

“Gonna discuss some things with Maria.”

He hums.

“I’m making your favorite tonight.”

It was awkward, the silence makes you want to run and hide. His brows furrow, he looks over you worriedly.

“I’m sure Ellie will love it just as much as I do,” you murmur. 

He frowns. His eyes suddenly stern and glaring.

“I asked Maria if you could have a night off.”

You don’t respond. His grip on your shoulder tightens.

“Ellie has to leave after, most of it will be just the two of us.”

He thinks you don’t want to go because of Ellie. He must believe that because of the last communal event hosted by Maria that led to your early departure. 

It was partially true, she’s been downright mean, purposefully ignoring you when you call for her or wave hello, making sure she never patrols with you around, even going as far as to tell you Joel could do much better and that you were just a distraction, temporary. 

All in front of people you knew and people who you grew to see as friends and family. 

You hated that night, you just stood there and took it as she went on about your every flaw. Joel was none the wiser though, he was out patrolling with the rookies, and for that you’re grateful. It would have been even more embarrassing to have her father figure scold her for you. 

You didn't want to be seen as an evil stepmother, so you left quickly after, waving off the worried looks, and the pointed glares at Ellie. 

"It's fine. Teenagers," you had said. Right?

But you mainly didn't want to go because of what started the topic of your relationship in the first place. 

“D’you know he sent someone to medical?”

You stop chewing your food. She was staring directly at you. Of all of the things Ellie starts with to finally talk to you.

“What?” you ask, failing to understand the sudden topic change.

She glances up at you. The rest of the table quiets down.  You were out in the open, almost everyone from the community at a small gathering to celebrate another year of living.

Joel decided he wanted to go out and scavenge around and bring Jesse with him since it was safer than usual.

“One of his eyes is useless now, he can barely walk.”

She continues to spoon mouthfuls of food in her mouth, talking to you from the other side of the table to your left.  It started off with teasing remarks about you and Joel, how he's practically stuck to your side at this point, how much younger he looks since Tommy introduced you both.

"Ellie…" Tommy warns.

Everyone heard about that. Joel went haywire on one of the newly received members of Jackson. The story was that he was going to steal some weapons and trade them off to nearby bandits.

"Y'know why?"

"Ellie."

"He asked if you were single."

You stare at your hands now tightening over your utensils. Your stomach was pinching and you felt your legs start to bounce in nerves. You weren’t used to so many eyes on you. 

You've talked with him a couple times, he was your age which you quickly bonded over, he was shy and at times very bashful.  It was shocking to hear that he was planning on betraying everyone, that he was planning an attack.

"He said you were very kind and that he was looking to settle down," she emphasizes.

Your face fell. Joel wouldn't do that. He had a good reason, he had to. But the look on Tommy's face threw you off. It was sullen, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed for Joel.

"Don't act like you didn’t know."

She puts her fork down aggressively. You want to puke.

"Ever since you came around, he's been different. It's all your fault."

Truth was he's always been like this.  He's always been overprotective to a fault, possessive. Ellie was taking on the same effects, his actions of 'care' and 'love' influencing her to react more aggressively.  

All she's been taught is to fight for the people you care about, shedding blood and ending lives.

Your breath caught in your throat when she stood, holding her utensil like a weapon, her body about to lean over the table. For a few regrettable seconds, you were scared of her. 

You wince when she’s immediately being pulled down by a friend, Dina, at her side.  She was soft on her you noticed, always has been, and now she sits down complacently. 

You stare slightly half amazed, half mortified at the way you had, for a brief moment, compared yourself to them, you and Joel, Dina and Ellie.

The rest of the night felt like a blur and Joel had asked you the next day why you didn't wait for him to come back before leaving. 

You just felt sick to your stomach and that wasn't exactly a lie.

…

“Marry me.”

It was posed as a command, a hint of a question giving you a semblance of choice. The dinner he had practically forced upon you was meticulously planned. He was with you all day, he sent you home to change into something nice, a dress that was a little too tight but the only dress you had nonetheless. 

He picked you up thirty minutes later, waiting outside your door with flowers to lead you to his home. 

It wasn't surprising, the whole set up was very romantic, Ellie was nowhere in sight, he trimmed his beard a little. 

You stare at your plate.

"Sweet pea,"

It started off as a joke, you were so small compared to him. His little sweet pea. His little flower. 

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to have children with you."

Children. You've discussed it maybe once or twice. It started off as a comment on how adorable you'd look with a baby bump. Your face had heated at that so much you had to force yourself to stop thinking about it further.

It slowly evolved to his hand running over your stomach in circles, finding him in the living room reading baby books and ultimately finding a newly built crib which he quickly explained was for someone else who was about to have a baby. 

It was still kept in the garage, you saw some of the parts scattered along his workshop. He always ignored the look you gave him when you lifted a piece, hidden in a corner of the room.

It was sweet, and then others started commenting on the fact that you were still young and that protection is hard to come by nowadays and that getting pregnant by accident was always a possibility. 

You didn't have to worry about it, but you thought of it. The idea of Joel accidentally finishing inside of you made you squirm. You were so conflicted. On one hand it was alarming.

But sometimes, when you were alone and thinking of Joel you imagined your slick being his cum, dripping down your folds as you laid in bed. You wanted him to pump you full.

You stare wide eyed as he kneels in front of you.

“We’d raise ‘em right,” he chuckles.

His knees were starting to hurt, his hands trembling at your lack of response.

You were spacing out, your head a mess with possibilities. Would he turn more violent if you refused? Would he if you accepted?

But at least then you could ease him. Might even be able to get him to stop threatening people entirely.

If you were his, who else would he have to compete with?

“Okay.”

He smiles, you smile back.

“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

You nod.

“Yeah.”

…

The bed creaks loudly, you fear it might snap in half. He was on his knees, thrusting sharply. Your legs are spread wide open.

He had taken you upstairs the second he slid the ring on your finger. It glinted when you gripped onto his shoulder, grinding against his erection.

He was mouthing your neck, his fingers prodding over your cunt under your dress.

“I wanna be stuffed full of your cum, Joel.”

His heart stuttered, his erection pulsing at your whine. You yelp when he pushes you on your back, desperately trying to take his clothes off his body, palming at your breast under the soft fabric of your sundress.

He tsks you now, shushing your incessant whines and moans, soothing his palm over your soft belly.

“You can barely fit me inside of you darlin’. Gonna have your belly swell with just my cum.”

Lifting your legs, he bends you in half, the backs of your knees now on top of his shoulders.

“How are you going to carry a baby for me when your body is so small?”

The bed creaks, you fear the frame might snap in half. He pushes into you as much as he could, pulling out and doing it all over again. You had tears running down your eyes, drool dripping down the side of your mouth. 

He was building you up for what felt like hours, stressing the fact that he didn't want you to get hurt from his oh so thick cock. First, he used his mouth, then his fingers. 

And when he pushed himself into you, spreading your legs wide and looking at you as if you were the most unbelievable thing to have happened in his life you almost choked a scream. 

It was so warm, hard but his skin was so soft.  His balls pressed against your ass when he bottomed out with a groan.  It was an adjustment to get used to, it was a pressure you squirmed to and winced at whenever you shifted your hips, but his hand held you in place, your hands finding themselves on his shoulders when he thrust shallowly. 

You let out such pretty moans when his cock was in you, he noticed.  It was breathy, it was more natural than your self contained ones, or at least the ones you tried to contain to a minimal level of sound.

When he had started moving, his hands on either side of your waist you lost it.

"Joel-" you choke out. 

You press your head against his pillows, they smelled like him, they smelled so good.  You moan as if you hummed, as if you had just smelled the most exquisite sweet in the world.

His thumb presses against you, you arch your back at the sting. You were overstimulated, your clit already swollen and throbbing from the past times he's made you cum.

You grab his hand, almost pushing him away.

"I need to feel you-please."

He releases your legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist, before you could utter a word.

"I want to fill you up darlin'."

You squirm, his hands go back to your cunt, prodding back at your clit. 

"Wanna make your belly swell, mama."

You squeeze around his cock.

"See you want me to. Just one more and I'll fill you up just like you need."

You sink further into the mattress, your body feeling as if it weighed a ton, your limbs tingling and your back at a permanent arch.

You let him rut into your pussy, his fingers play with your clit. Animalistic groans and grunts fill the room, your half moan and whimpers accompany it.

Your nerves shoot, it feels as if a current of electricity passes through your body. He leans forward, holding onto you as you convulse, your throat closing and threatening to let out a scream.

You hold onto him after, limbs achy, worn out. Backs and chests sweaty, his cum shifting inside you when he adjusts his position in bed.

He liked being on top of you, as if he could stop you from leaving by his sheer size. He also liked to keep his breaths with yours, as if he could make your heartbeats sync.

You smile into the side of his head, running your fingers in his hair and lightly scratching at his scalp. He moans exaggeratedly, kissing your neck then briefly lifting himself up so that he could see your face.

Your hands rub down his chest, rubbing circles, all while smiling. He could tell he tired you out, your eyes were droopy, almost closing by themselves.

“Was it all you imagined, sweet pea?”

It felt good, he felt really good. He hooked you on it, the feeling of impassioned euphoria. Deep and carnal love and possession of a partner’s body and mind.

You chuckle in wonderment, as if you couldn’t believe what had happened. Your lips were soft against his. Delicate in the way you pulled them apart to slide your tongue next to his.

He liked the fact that he was your first and with the glint of your ring, prominent on your finger, he was most definitely your last.

He tears up, his head buried in your shoulder. He whispers his gratitude like prayers, and you eventually slump from fatigue.

His hand rubs up and down on your stomach, his mind racing with thoughts of you already showing by your wedding day.

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Game On, Mr. Miller

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Summary: It’s a typical Friday night for you, babysitting Sarah Miller. When Joel comes home from work, you challenge him to a game of Twister after Sarah goes to bed🙈🙈🤭🤭 I hope yall enjoy this fun story!!!

Who will come out on top (get it)? Joel is 30, reader is 29, Sarah is around 7 or 8 y.o. No apocalypse. Joel is so cute as a girl dad🥰🥰🫠🫠

Warnings: ANGST 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Might have typos my bad.

OCTOBER

“Ohh come on, just one more round pleaseeee!!” Sarah dramatically pleaded, locking her palms together. You’re starting to regret the agreement you made playing Twister. You loved the game as a kid, but now pushing 30 it’s not as enjoyable.

This was your typical Friday night, babysitting your favorite student who just so happened to be your nextdoor neighbor. Like clockwork, the night started with homework, followed by Mac and cheese with Dino nuggets for dinner, a little bit of cartoons and always ending the night with a game. Although it was exhausting having to work all day, you adored the Miller family. The memory of meeting them will forever stay fresh in your mind.

Two Months Prior

Cruising down the neighborhood in your Jeep, butterflies started to emerge as onlookers observed the “new kid” in town. Turning onto Cooper Street, your eyes studied the passing homes, looking for the numbers 1154. Eventually, you spotted the two story white house with black shutters, a red door and a Re/Max sign on the front lawn with the word, SOLD popping out in bold letters. You park your jeep in the brick driveway inching up to the garage. Waving down the U-Haul, a high pitched voice shouted, “Look, Uncle Tommy! Our new neighbor is finally here!”

Following the sweet tone, you turned to see a blonde haired blue eyed little girl, holding a soccer ball in her hand, running towards you. A handsome young gentleman chased after her, “Cmon, honey don’t bother this nice lady. Let her settle into the new house”. You chuckle and tell him it’s no biggie. Holding your hand out to the little girl, you kneel down to her level and introduce yourself. Her sweaty palm reaches for yours; she tells you her name is Sarah.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Miss. Sarah! Say, do you go to Stoney Brook Elementary School?”

“Yes! I’ll be in 2nd grade!”, she cheered.

Letting out a playful gasp you exclamate, “Oh my gosh!” Looking at your watch you say, “I’ve lived in the neighborhood for five minutes and already met my first student! I’m a new teacher there, you’ll have to show me the ropes!”

Sarah yelps a loud “Yay!” and prances around the gentleman she was playing with. He picks her up and reaches his hand out to you. He tells you his name is Tommy and you introduce yourself in retaliation. You engage in small talk about where you’re from, excitement for a new school year, and he briefly talks about Sarah’s dad, Joel. Eventually, you say your goodbyes and tell Sarah you’ll see her in two weeks at Meet The Teacher Day.

Moving boxes into your new home, you turn the drab space into your cozy little sanctuary. Decorating the home with pictures, fuzzy rugs, overcrowded book cases, and every kitchen essential from Home Goods, you feel everything finally fall into place. You have a great feeling about this fresh start; out with your old life and in with your new journey. It’s refreshing.

Weeks fly by and before you know Meet The Teacher Day is here. As you prepare for your introduction in the lounge, you overhear other teachers gossip about the excitement of seeing all the hot dads. You chuckle at the naughty remarks they exchange with one another. Jasmine, one of the fourth grade teachers playfully pinches your arm and says, “Girl, you’re so lucky you have Sarah Miller this year! Her dad is a total babe. Very charming too.” Other teachers join in on the swoon, but you playfully roll your eyes.

The principal walks in projecting a warm welcome to everyone, “Alright y’all, we’re just about ready to open the doors. Go ahead and head onto your rooms. Good luck!” Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself this is going to be a great year.

As parents gather into your colorful classroom, you deliver the typical spiel. “Hi! My name is…. I’m from… This year we will be covering…. If you have any questions….. I’m so beyond excited for the wonderful year ahead!”

One by one, you politely introduce yourself to parents and children. Like music to your ears a familiar sweet enthusiastic voice rings around the room.

“Cmon, daddy!”

Sarah was practically dragging the tall gentleman next to her. Your breath hitched at the first glance of his chocolate eyes. A warm smile curved along his beard when he glanced over at your bright eyes. This was Joel Miller, thee Joel Miller that all the teachers were talking about. Your nextdoor neighbor Joel freakin’ Miller!!

“Hi, Sarah!”

Giving her a quick hug, Joel reaches his hand out to you, “It’s nice to officially meet you, neighbor. Sorry it took so long to finally say hi”

His southern drawl flowed like honey off of his lips, almost making your knees buckle. Your palm kisses his strong grasp and you smile, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Miller. It’s no problem, this little lady welcomed me with open arms!”

A chuckle sneaks out of his chest, “Oh please, call me Joel. Yea, she’s somethin’”

You engage in casual conversation, Joel explains his job as a carpenter and how he runs a business with his brother, Tommy. Now that you’ve met Joel, he seems so different compared to his brother. Tommy is a little younger and vibrant while Joel is serious and steady. As the conversation continued, you felt warm tiny hands touch your palms. Sarah started examining your hands and pinching at your digits.

“Hmmm” she uttered, moving to your other hand.

“Honey, what are ya doin’?” Joel questions.

“You don’t feel hot to me” she says, still holding onto your hand.

“What do you mean, dear?” You question.

Her blue eyes meet yours, “My Uncle Tommy told my dad you were hot, but you actually feel cold to me”

“Ohhh, Sarah!” Joel covers his eyes with his hand while you belt out in laughter. School hasn’t even started and she’s officially your favorite student.

“I’m so sorry” Joel can’t even make eye contact with you but his rosy cheeks expressed absolute embarrassment.

Placing your hand on your chest to catch your breath to say, “Oh my gosh… that just made my decade”

Joel chuckles, “Kids say the darndest things”

“It’s okay. That was really funny”

Sarah stares at you two in bewilderment, “Feel her hands dad, she’s cold”

“Okay, Dr. Miller. I think it’s time we get goin’. It was great meeting you finally and… hopefully I’ll see ya around”

“Likewise. Thank you for checking my temperature, Dr. Miller”

“Bye!” She waves.

The duo walk to the door, Joel hugs his daughter close, “Were you listenin on me and Uncle Tommy, lil lady?”

“Noooo” Sarah says playfully.

You’re not sure if it was the hilarious encounter or the presence of Mr. Miller that had you blushing the whole ride home. Texas was treating you well, so far.

Throughout the school year, you and the Millers became very acquainted with one another. Always starting the day with “Mornin, neighbor”, playing soccer with Sarah on the weekends or helping her with math homework at their dining room table. She adored your company, and you loved hers too. As you and Sarah became close, a friendship was blossoming between you and Joel. Anytime appliances broke in your house, he came to your rescue. If your grass was looking high, he’d volunteer to mow your lawn. You’d always thank him for helping you with difficult tasks and he’d thank you for being so sweet to Sarah. You appreciated each other. Appreciation would soon turn into attraction towards one another that would keep you both up at night. Joel would go to bed wondering what you were doing, while you contemplated texting a harmless, “Hey” at 10pm.

Although you two were polar opposites when it came to interests and hobbies, you both shared the experience of traumatic heartbreak that left a crippling tensity of fear and vulnerability, behind closed doors.

One morning before school, an urgent knock at your front door startled you. Joel looked back with a sense of concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Hey, um.. I’d hate to ask, but could Sarah hang out with you for a little bit after school? Tommy and I have to pull a double and the contractor will throw a fit, if I bring her on the property again. I’m really sorry I don’t mean to take away your Friday night”

Without hesitation you exclaim, “Absolutely I’ll watch her! It’s no problem at all. If anything you’re changing my routine of ordering pizza and rewatching Gilmore Girls”

The worry in his eyes sails away and he scoffs, “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver”

After that exchange, babysitting Sarah became a Friday routine. You didn’t mind it at all, you never got tired of playing games or watching The Powerpuff Girls on Cartoon Network with her. Her spunky attitude made you feel like a kid again and it was a nice break from adulthood.

OCTOBER:

“Pretty pleasseee!! Just one more round” Sarah begged.

“Girly, that round turned my legs into jello. Why don’t we play another game? I’ll let you give me a makeover!”

“We did that last week! We’re tied 2-2 we need to break it! Pleaseee!” This time sporting a pouty lip and doe eyes.

“Mmmmmm” you sarcastically grumble.

“I’ll tell everyone you’re the best teacher in the world”

You laugh at her bribe. Tousling her blonde hair you give in to her plea. She jumps for joy and flicks the spinner.

“Alright, left hand blue” you mimic each other's motion.

After a couple of left foot reds, right hand greens, your body tumbles to the floor after slipping up on left hand yellow.

“I win! I win!” Sarah cheers.

Her victory dance is interrupted by a rumbling, “Is anyone home?!”

Sarah goes dashing down the hallway singing “Daddy!!” Leaping into his arms, Joel picks her up delivering an embracing bear hug. You smile watching the adorable encounter between the two of them. He kisses her on the cheek and glances at you.

“Hey, Joel”

“Hey. Did y’all have a good night?”

“We did! I might not be able to move tomorrow after those 5 rounds of Twister” you laugh.

“I won, daddy!” Sarah cheers. Joel gives her a high five and another kiss on the cheek.

“Did you tell her thank you for coming over to play?”

“Thank you!”

You both laugh, and Joel piggybacks Sarah upstairs, “Alright little lady, it’s off to bed for you”

“Goodnight, Sarah!” You holler from downstairs.

As Joel gets Sarah ready for bed, you maneuver to the kitchen where the mess from dinner awaits. You scoop out the clumpy left over Mac and cheese into the trashcan and let the pot sit in warm soapy water. Popping a Dino nugget into your mouth you hum as you clean the kitchen. Minutes go by, Joel’s work boots echo off the hardwood floor. He sees the spotless kitchen and says, “I could’ve cleaned up, darlin. It’s the least I could do for sacrificing’ your Friday nights”

Your cheeks blush at the fact that Joel Miller just called you, darlin. Rubbing your neck you look up at home, “As a teacher, I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t clean up after my mess”

He chuckles and grabs a beer from the fridge. You lean on the island watching his back muscles flex through his gray shirt. He grabs a bottle and turns to you, pointing to the glass gesturing if you want one.

“No thanks” you nod.

You watch him open the bottle and take swigs of the alcohol. You bite your tongue at the sight of his adam’s apple twitching with each gulp. Gripping the wooden top, Joel smirks at you.

“So…Twister” he chuckles.

You laugh into your lap and look up, “I underestimated my youth. I feel like I was hit by a car”

“Tommy and I loved that game as kids. He could never beat me”

“Don’t tell Sarah, but I let her win”

Laughter echoes along the kitchen walls.

“Is that so?” Joel says, taking a sip of beer. “Cause a part of me thinks you're fibbing”

Your eyebrow raises in a mischievous manner, “Are you challenging me, Mr. Miller?”

The kitchen grows silent, not from awkwardness but from temptation. He cocks his head as his hands run along the smooth wood. Shrugging his shoulders, his brown eyes smile up at you, “What if I was? You think you can take on an undefeated champion?”

A smirk curves onto your pink lips. Walking over to him, your hands brush up against his when you grab for his beer. Not breaking eye contact, he’s internally losing control at how your plump lips wrap around the bottle. Taking two long swigs of his drink, the bottle clinks on the island.

You lick the remedy off your top lip, “Game on, Mr. Miller”

You stride to the living room, Joel watches your hips sway in your jeans as you walk away. Before turning, you look back at him as a way of telling him to join you. You watch as he takes one last sip of his beer; the taste of your honey chapstick on his mouth sends a shiver down his spine. His boots softly stomp along the floor, he finds you stretching your arms over your head leaning from one side to the other. He sits on the couch to unlace his boots, your breath hitches at the sight of his muscles flexing out of his arms. Cracking your knuckles like you’re ready for a fight, Joel stands on the opposite side of the Twister mat.

“Ladies first” he states, sliding the spinner to you.

“Last chance to back out..”

Joel chuckles, “Spin”

Flicking the spinner, the first move is made, “Left foot red”

You mimic the movements. Joel spins, “Right hand yellow”

Now the game is getting interesting, you stretch your torso towards the closest yellow circle, making the hem of your shirt ride up. Joel swallows hard at the exposure of your butterfly tattoo peeking around your midriff.

“Nice tattoo” he compliments crouching down on the yellow circle.

“Gracias”

Back to you, the wheel spins on the right hand green. The maneuver is easy for you, but Joel needed to put in work. Reaching for the green circle, your arms pretzel around one another bringing his face closer to yours.

“Regrettin’ your decision?” You joke.

“I could do this all night”

A knot in your tummy forms at the end of his phrase.

The game continues, left foot green, left hand blue, arms and legs snake around each other. You never realized it, but Joel is a cheeky fellow. With every twist and turn he couldn’t help but make a naughty joke about the situation.

“S’cuse me, darlin’” Joel says hovering over you to get his right hand on yellow. You laugh at the complex position you’re in with Joel.

“I’m impressed, Joel. Givin’ me a run for my money”

“You’re one year younger than me, calm down” he laughs.

“I mean being a carpenter, I’d think all that heavy lifting would take a toll” you say as the spinner lands on, right hand green.

As Joel reaches over he snickers, “I have my ways of staying in shape”

Snapping the spinner, it lands on the left foot red. You gasp at the feeling of Joel’s foot overlapping onto yours as you both aim for the same circle. He looks down at the red circle and back up at you.

“Geez, buy me dinner first, Mr. Miller” you giggle tossing your head back. You freeze at the touch of his beard grazing your ear.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He whispers.

The question makes your head snap back up, a suave smirk paints his lips. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Depends, is it working?”

You purse your lips at him, “Spin the wheel, Joel”

His digit spins the board landing on the right hand green. Just as you were about to place your palm on the circle, Joel mumbles, “Shit!”. Grabbing you for support, his strong body drops onto the mat with you tumbling on top of him. Laughter echoes along the living room as you celebrate sweet victory. “I win! I win” you sing out loud. Hovering over Joel, he pulls a strand of hair out of your face. The silence is heavy with sexual tension as Joel looks up at you smiling.

“That was fun..” he mutters.

Leaning your cheek on your shoulder, you question “What do I win?”

He knows what you want, you know what he wants. Grazing his thumb on your chin, you slowly lower yourself down to Joel. His head levitates off the mat coming closer to you, the smell of his cedar cologne is enough to make you give in. With your lips inching closer, a loud cry from upstairs startles the both of you. Joel jolts off the mat from the sound of Sarah.

“Daddy!! There’s a monster in my closet!” her screeching voice shouts from upstairs.

Joel sighs, “I’ll be up in a minute, baby!”

Looking back at you, there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Delivering a soft smile you say, “I think that’s my cue”

Pulling each other up, you fold the mat back into the game box with the spinner. Joel puts his hands in his pocket, “I’ll umm.. See you around I guess”

Grabbing your purse and denim jacket you glide your digits along his beard, “Night, Joel” you whisper.

As he heads upstairs, you close the door behind you and walk back to your house. Opening the door to your bedroom, you strip off your clothes and take a quick shower. Washing your face and brushing your teeth, you slip into your silk nightgown and climb into bed. Checking your phone one last time, a message notification pops up, it’s Joel.

Unlocking your phone, the text reads:

10:37 pm Joel: That was a lot of fun.

You smile at his message and start typing,

10:37 pm Me: It was. Maybe I’ll let you redeem yourself next Friday 🤭

10:38 pm Joel: Hahaha I let you win. You never answered my question…

Your heart skips a beat on how to reply. At first you thought he was joking about the whole dinner thing, but he’s genuine about it. He wants to spend time with you. You haven’t gone on a first date in 6 years and that was with your now ex husband. Are you ready to open up again? Contemplating your decision like you’re about to commit a crime you start typing.

10:40pm Me: Yes, I’m free tomorrow…

Joel replies

10:40 pm Joel: The Big Austin Fair is happening this weekend. I gotta take Sarah to a birthday party in the morning but I’d love to take you tomorrow night. If you’d like that.

Your fingers start typing on the phone keyboard.

10:41 pm Me: That sounds great, Joel 😊🎡🎢

10:42 pm Joel: Awesome. I’ll be knockin’ at your door around 6.

10:44 pm Me: Roger that. 👍🏼 Goodnight Joel

10:45 pm Joel: Night, darlin

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[cuteandhughesy]

4 and 6 with anthony stolarz perhaps 🙈

prompt no. 4: "mhmm you taste like cotton candy" + prompt no. 6: "holy fuck I could cum just like this"

18+ themes

the ferris wheel cart swings helplessly at the top of the ride, creaking and cracking under the weight of you and anthony.

it’s been broken down for almost 10 minutes—which in theory is pretty spooky. especially as the wind picks up, blowing the cart just enough to make you falter. the teenager running the ride has informed you all that the ferris wheel was experiencing technical difficulties through one of those cheap megaphones, and would be running again once maintenance got to the fair…in 30 minutes.

at first you’d been freaking out, even more so when you caught sight of your boyfriends nonchalant face and body language, attempting to stifle his giggling under the neck of his sweatshirt—but you caught it. but soon enough anthony as wrapping you in his arms, tucked against his side while reassuring everything is okay.

so you’re not sure what changed. it seemed like one moment your eyes were squeezed shut, hiding in his chest while you anxiously waited for the ride to start again—a ride that you didn’t even want to go on may you add—and the next your swapping spit with anthony like teenagers.

he’s so big, shielding you from the wind and the sun, hands all in your hair, making a mess of your clean strands as he holds and tugs. he kisses you just the way you need him too, hungry and messy.

your lips are surely swollen and undeniably slick, chasing and licking at anthony’s mouth like you can’t get enough. your tongues move together, sending tingles down your spine and to your core.

his large palm wraps around your thigh, dragging your entire leg across his own, making the ferris wheel cart sway under you. anthony’s bulge sits heavily against your knee, teasing you and effectively distracting you from the ride predicament.

he pulls away, chest heaving. “you taste like cotton candy,” he murmurs cheekily, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your mouth. anthony’s hand slides back up your leg, rounding to your backside and giving the globe of your ass a firm and heavy squeeze.

you jolt at the feeling, holding onto anthony’s face tenderly, his stubble tickling your palm. he grins, dragging you even further across his lap—at this point you might as well be straddling him. “yeah?” you ask softly, tip of your nose nudging his.

anthony hums, leaning back in to reconnect your lips. your movements pick up right where they left off—quick and messy, toe-curling kisses that have you helplessly grinding against half of anthony’s leg, seeking release. your leg rubs deliciously against the bulge sitting hot and heavy beneath his thin shorts. every pass of your limb against his cock makes him grunt, length twitching and tip throbbing beneath his clothes.

“holy fuck,” he curses lowly, lips travelling down your warm neck—sucking and licking against every spot that makes you curdle. you’re panting, gripping at his roots as you continue running your clothes pussy over his thigh. “I could cum just like this,” anthony tells you, lips half turned up in a smirk.

before you can respond—or get down on your knees and suck his cock until you’re both dripping—the chart jerks to life, slowly beginning its journey back around the ferris wheel. you laugh, pulling off your boyfriend, taking your original seat beside him.

anthony doesn’t let you stray too far, wrapping his thick forearm around your shoulders and keeping you pushed into his side. just before your rickety cart stops at the loading platform, a worker ready to help you both off, he leans down, lips brushing against your ear. “I need us to go fuck in the car before we do anything else.”

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(unedited)

[flemingsgirl]

PART 1: Building bridges and boundaries

It’s an always kinda type- chapter one - first glances, lasting moments

Back in 2020, Jessie transfers to Chelsea, her first professional season, away from home and friends. But what if she wins friends in this special club, a new family. Follow Jessie and Y/N on their journey through friendship, rivalry and maybe something more. How circumstances change their dynamic and their growth as individuals.

Tw: full of fluffy (the first chapters), heartache/ break, angst (somewhat along the line, I'll tell you if time is ripe:))

AN: Here I am! Back from the dead. Hope you enjoy this story about Jessie, as much as I like daydreaming about it. Let me know your thoughts 🙈

“Let’s welcome our newest signings!” Emma’s voice rang out through the packed meeting room, her energy lifting the atmosphere. “Until now, they’ve trained individually with our coaches, and some of them have already met during those sessions. But today, they’re official Blues.” The room erupted into cheers as the new players stepped forward to introduce themselves.

Jessie Fleming, the young Canadian star, was among them. When it was her turn, she gave a shy smile and introduced herself, taking a seat next to Y/N.

Y/N couldn’t help but glance at the woman next to her. What had brought her here that still required an introduction? Jessie Fleming—Canada’s brightest talent, the one they all whispered about in hushed tones. The rivalry between Canada and the U.S. ran deep, but now, it was time to become teammates. The Canadian’s freckled face turned toward Y/N, her hand outstretched.

“Y/N,” the American replied, shaking her hand firmly but with a softness that matched her smile.

“Y/L/N, right? I’ve heard of you. We’ve played each other quite a few times,” Jessie said, her accent adding a bit of warmth to the already friendly exchange.

“That’s right, but I thought now, as teammates,” Y/N shrugged lightly, her tone relaxed, trying to break any tension.

Jessie chuckled softly. “You’re right. I’m Jessie,” she responded, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You know, Jess,” Y/N began, leaning in just a little, “It’s okay, right? I really want to get to know you. After all those games we played, I can honestly say I love your style of play. Watching you is fulfilling—you’ve got so much talent.”

“Thank you. Likewise. You’re tough to play against,” Jessie replied, her lips curling into a shy smile, her cheeks tinted with a soft blush.

“But that’s the fun part, right?” Y/N grinned, her eyes glimmering. “I appreciate it!”

Before the conversation could go further, a familiar voice broke in. “Psst.” Sam Kerr’s voice was filled with mischief as she turned toward the younger players. She gave Y/N a teasing wink before facing forward again.

“That’s… Sam Kerr, huh?” Y/N started.

Jessie cut in, her voice light but filled with admiration. “Yep. Quite the impressive player.”

Later, after the meeting wrapped up, Emma called everyone onto the field to kick off the new season. “Form pairs!” she shouted, the players quickly pairing up. Y/N turned to find Erin, her usual partner on the field, but before she could, Jessie tapped her lightly on the shoulder, offering a shy smile. “Can we maybe… pair up?”

“Usually, it’s Erin and me,” Y/N said, glancing back at the Scottish player, who was already moving off to partner with someone else. “But I think it’s okay. Let’s go for it.”

Jessie smiled brighter now, picking up a ball and finding a spot for them to start the drill. “So, London—what brought you here?”

“Well, not the weather, that’s for sure,” Y/N said with a playful grin.

“Compared to California? Definitely not,” Jessie agreed, her eyes sparkling with humour. Y/N laughed.

“Honestly, I see this team as a chance. A platform to grow, maybe win a few trophies, and—hopefully—make new friends,” the Canadian states.

“The team really is nice,” Y/N assured.

“Everyone seems really welcoming.” Jessie responded thoughtfully

Y/N nodded, Jessie glances out over the pitch. “Tell me more,” she said, eager to get to know the team better.

“Well, Erin’s a bit… strange. I’d recommend staying away from her.” Y/N’s voice carried a teasing tone, and as if on cue, Erin shot her a mock glare from across the field, which only made Y/N laugh harder. “Told you.” She chuckled and looked back at Jessie, who was grinning.

“I can see it,” Jessie replied with a nod. “She sounds like quite the character.”

“She is,” Y/N confirmed, her tone fond. “But you know, she’s a gem. She’s the one who answered the phone every time I called her at weird hours of the night. She’s always there.”

“That’s a true friend,” Jessie remarked, her voice soft.

Y/N smiled at her, feeling the warmth of the conversation settle between them. “Yeah, for sure. Then there’s Sam. She’s one of a kind, like everyone on this team. In the last year, I’ve learned so much from her. She’s like an older sister to me—teasing, challenging, but always having my back. I love her, but all platonic, of course,” she added with a slight, nervous chuckle.

“Sounds like you’ve got a really strong bond with them,” Jessie said, her eyes softening.

Y/N’s smile faltered for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Yeah, I had to leave my family and friends behind when I moved here for competition, for change. But in the end, I found my people. They’re my family now.”

Jessie looked at her, understanding flashing in her eyes. “I get it,” she said quietly. “I hope to find that here too.”

Y/N met Jessie’s gaze with a warm smile. “Of course, Fleming. You’re not being left out.” She shifted slightly, then added, “I can show you around, the good side of London. I think you’d like it.”

Jessie hesitated for a moment, then smiled, her cheeks slightly pink. “I don’t want to force you.”

“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked,” Y/N replied, her tone firm but gentle. “I’m an honest person, Jess.”

As they continued their drill, Niamh appeared, offering a thumbs-up to confirm their plans. “Right after training, we’re all going out. You in?”

Jessie glanced at the ground, her fingers fiddling nervously with the ring on her hand as heat crept up her neck. She nodded, agreeing with a soft smile.

After training, the trio found themselves wandering through the streets of London, Y/N leading them to hidden gems.

“You know the hidden spots, huh?” Niamh asked, her voice curious as she looked around.

“Erin showed me around, and I guess you could thank her and Millie for it,” Y/N said with a grin.

“You made it, huh?” Niamh’s voice held a teasing tone. “You’re officially with the cool kids now.”

Y/N laughed. “More like the older, noisy sisters,” she teased, giving Niamh a playful shove on the shoulder. “Let’s grab some food. I’m starving.”

Later, seated in a cozy Italian restaurant, the trio relaxed into conversation, their laughter filling the air. “What are your first impressions of training?” Y/N asked, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“The squad seems nice,” Jessie answered, a note of genuine warmth in her voice.

“I agree,” Niamh chimed in. “The staff, too. They seem like a good group.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair. “So, who are you looking forward to playing with most?”

Jessie’s eyes twinkled as she thought. “I think Sam and Magda would be fun to play with.”

“Ah, I see,” Niamh mused, “Can’t wait to play with Pernille, or you, of course.”

Jessie’s eyes flicked to Y/N, a subtle shift in her posture as a small smile danced on her lips.

Y/N noticed it, but before she could comment, Niamh leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “So, Fleming. What are your thoughts on the team?”

Jessie’s cheeks turned a shade darker, and she quickly turned her gaze away, fumbling with her hands under the table. “I’m happy with everyone,” she said quietly, her voice soft. “I couldn’t choose, really. They all seem amazing.”

“Sweet answer,” Niamh teased. “You’re definitely a heartwarming person. I’d love to have a friend like you.” She reached across the table, giving Jessie’s cheek a playful poke.

Jessie’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and she shifted awkwardly in her seat, avoiding their eyes. “Well… he’s not my type,” she whispered, barely audible.

Niamh’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?” she asked, clearly puzzled.

Y/N glanced between them, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “I think we’re getting off track here,” she said, laughing. “Any thoughts on lunch?”

After a long, laughter-filled evening, the three of them finally parted ways, heading home for the night. Y/N drove Niamh and Jessie home. She looked over at Jessie as they stopped in front of their apartment building. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “you’re on my way to training anyway. Let’s take turns driving.”

Jessie hesitated for a moment, but Niamh cut in. “Sounds good,” she agreed quickly.

Y/N smiled, giving them both a thumb-up. “Til tomorrow.”

As she drove back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but think about the night—and the spark of something that felt like it was just beginning between her and Jessie.

[minkdelovely]

love and power

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chapter nine

“i’d leave if you’d let me.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: descriptions of pain, alcohol consumption, more smut (cuz i couldn’t help myself apparently lol): dry humping; quickie; cream pie, undressing a bandage, bite wounds, the morning after talk, return of the chain…

word count: 3.9k

author’s note: y’all i really can’t believe it… the penultimate chapter is here 🥲 i really can’t express how much it means to have you join me on this little journey here. whether you’ve been reading from the beginning or just found it, i just want to convey my sincerest thanks 💖 no alastor pov this time (a first! i shocked even myself) but don’t fret — we will get a peek into his mind before this is all over. sorry if this one’s a little dialogue heavy but they had a lot to say 🙈✨ also please go listen to 1121 by halsey 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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You stirred, eyebrows furrowing as a sleepy whine rose in your throat; a pulsing ache effectively kicking you out of unconsciousness. There was movement next to you on the bed followed by the sound of a book closing and the clinking of glass, rounded out with the soothing melody of liquid pouring. 

As your eyes finally cracked open, still blurry with sleep, you took a deep waking breath through your nose. Spending so much time here, you recognized Alastor’s room by scent alone. Something that didn’t fully resonate with you until another realization came to mind — the bed you were in right now was his. Tucked into the very sheets you so diligently made nice every morning.

“I was wondering when you’d be waking up… I have medicine for you.” 

Alastor’s voice was mellow as his fingers swept the hair back from your face, and you blinked a few times to clear your vision. He was bending over you, backlit against the warm light coming from the lamp on the nightstand, looking disarming as ever in his pajamas. But the softly amused look on his face made you doubt that you were really awake.

Another unpleasant throb in your shoulder was a reminder that you most definitely were. Which also brought attention to the fact that you had been dressed as well. Underneath the clothing you took note of the confined, consoling feeling around your shoulder and chest, not dissimilar from a seatbelt. A bandage? 

When had all this happened? And what time was it? Clearly late enough to constitute the need for lamplight…

You weren’t able to dwell on anything more before a sharp jolt of pain shot straight up your neck, causing you to wince with a hiss. Alastor tutted and nudged the glass at you with one hand and helped you sit up with the other. When you reached out you recognized the pattern on the sleeve adorning your arm, a lump forming in your throat. Alastor’s housecoat. Though you were just as quickly distracted from that fact when you realized what he had shoved in your hand.

“This is medicine?” you sulked, frowning over the glass of whiskey stinging your nostrils. “You don’t just have—”

“Don’t get me started on those wretched pills, if that’s what you’re referring you,” he scoffed, face pinched with offense. His voice softened a bit but was still assertive when he continued. “This is natural. It will help. Promise.”

You looked at him with a dubiousness that didn’t reach your eyes, slowly lifting the glass to your lips. He saw right through it of course, judging by the smoldering look of satisfaction he was giving you. There was another ache… this time not in your shoulder. You weren’t exactly thrilled with how easily you melted under his gaze. Not with all backtracking the two of you still had to do regarding the afternoon. Maybe it’s just a post-sex aftershock…

So you sipped the drink, actually appreciating the distracting burn in your throat that trickled into your chest. You didn’t even have to say it, glowering at him and his haughty I told you so smile over the glass as you finished it off. He took the empty glass from you, refilled it with double the amount, and handed it back.

“No more after this, right?” you said after downing more than half of it with a grimace. Whiskey was never a favorite of yours and the taste was starting to overpower the burn.

“Promise,” he goaded, face turned up with his familiar taunt.

Thankfully the blush on your face could be dismissed by the alcohol, but you weren’t able to stop the scoffing laugh that escaped you; covering your mouth with your free hand when you remembered yourself. God forbid he thought you were making fun of him — which you obviously weren’t — but it would be just your luck to spoil the mood. He surprised you, taking your hand from your mouth as he leaned in, a mischievous leer glimmering in his eyes. 

“Goodness! You know, I was really beginning to think you didn’t know how to laugh,” he said, voice low, his hand coming up to rest under your chin. A mutual favorite place for him to touch. “Is this a new development, or have I always been so amusing?”

“Sometimes,” you answered mildly, grateful you managed to keep the tremble out of your voice but failed to maintain eye contact as your heart picked up. The way his thumb was lazily petting your jaw wasn’t helping. “I’m just normally better at holding back.”

Alastor’s face was in front of you now, noses almost touching as his eyes focused on you. He took the drink out of your hand and finished what was left before setting it down to resume his close proximity. “Hmm… I think that’s the habit of yours I dislike the most.”

The kiss that followed was esurient, his long fingers now splayed across the expanse of your neck to hold you in place as his tongue wasted no time finding comfort in your mouth. The whine you couldn’t hold back earned you a lusty hum in return, followed by a testing bite to your bottom lip as your fingers tangled in his hair. It was only too easy to slip back into this; openly moaning into him as he took you by the waist and easily maneuvered you to straddle his lap. His wicked mouth never leaving yours for a moment.

Time slipped away, its intangibility and irrelevance in the afterlife never more apparent as your mind and body honed in on the present. God, he was just so warm; the comfort it gave you was concerning, leaving you worried over how you would fare without it. It wasn’t the only thing you were troubled over — equally relishing the gift of every sound and touch he gave. His lithe, statuesque frame still providing so much security even while underneath you being the most generous of all.

“I think I like this too much,” you whispered against his lips, out of breath. Unsure if the confession was one of shame, regret, or pride.   

“I know,” he murmured, giving your lips a final kiss before leaving a trail of them to your neck. Wantonly indulging himself there as if it could kiss back.

It was hard to discern the ambiguity you heard in his voice. Not quite pity, not quite indifference. And despite the fire that threatened to envelop you whole, the thought that crept up in the back of your mind was one you couldn’t ignore.

Was he regretting this already?

The thought was abruptly whisked away as Alastor’s hips rolled against you, the feeling of his arousal pulling a heady sigh from your chest. He let out a soft grunt in return, the sensation of his open mouth and hot breath against your skin making you feel faint. The graze of his teeth as his hands guided you to slowly grind on him made you cry out in earnest; a sound you repeated from his responding moan. You stayed this way for a while, rocking and moaning against each other as he covered the right side of your neck with more hickies and bites and kisses until the pressure building in your loins was too much to bear.

“Alastor, please,” you pleaded softly, your need hanging heavy in the air of the otherwise silent room.

He gasped into your skin and lifted you off him, reaching underneath the night coat to pull your underwear down, then doing the same with his own pants. Propped up against some pillows, he was at an angle somewhere between lying down and sitting up, and he brought his knees up behind you for support. You gasped as he ran his length against your slick arousal, walls already twitching just from the memory of how he had felt inside you earlier. The two of you shared a loud, wanton moan of relief as you took him to the hilt, panting as you both adjusted.

Definitely like this too much… 

Exhilarated by the very real aspect of not lasting long, you reflexively clenched around him; drawing a hiss from between his teeth that in turn left his mouth hanging open in such a salacious way you couldn’t stop yourself from whining his name.

“Hahhh…! A warning next time, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hands on your waist tightening with a pleasantly firm grip. 

Perhaps as retribution, the sharp thrust he gave you made you scream from pleasure and shock. Afterward, he set a deep and steady pace, the angle quickly proving to be a new favorite with the way your clit rubbed against him; his swollen head mercilessly stimulating your spongy core as he bounced you on and off his cock. The slapping of your skin meeting between your combined gasps of rapture only fueling your lust.

“Hmmnnn Alastor…!” you mewled, feeling a wave of your arousal coat him as you cried out. Barely able to keep your eyes open from the way your eyebrows were drawn together. “Alastor!”

“Haahh, fuck — Ahhh…!” he moaned, throwing his head back as he began bucking into you in earnest. Your hands gripping his shoulders to try and keep steady as you eagerly accepted his new rhythm.

The tightness in your belly made itself known then with a scorching ache. Coiling tighter and tighter as you took in his licentious expression and heaving chest until you couldn’t take it anymore. Too intoxicated by the erotic scene and feeling of him to hold on.

“Alastor — mmm! You’re gonna — hahh — gonna make me cum,” you practically sobbed, unable to stop the words as a blush burned your cheeks.

He let out a loud, drawn out grunt as his head shot up, eyes looking straight into yours; his florid face, clenched teeth, and intense crimson gaze the last thing you saw before your vision went white. Unabashedly moaning as your orgasm crashed through you with an exquisite relief you didn’t know was possible. Alastor cursed as you spasmed and tightened around him, his fingers punishing on your waist as he quickly followed suit and came inside you; that hot, familiar feeling of his release nearly making you climax again as the two of you sloppily rocked against each other until the high was finally sated.

You collapsed against his chest, his rapid heartbeat a lovely companion to the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he pulled out, the emptiness that followed causing you to whimper which he responded to with a tired, satisfied chuckle that rumbled in your ears. The warmth you felt in your chest from the sound provided both comfort and alarm as an accompanying question bloomed in your mind.

How will we ever go back to normal…?

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When you awoke again you were in your own bed, noticeably alone. The morning light piercing your curtains bright enough to indicate that you might be pushing early afternoon. You stretched and rolled onto your back, taking in the sight of your shredded canopy. So that had been the sound you heard…

After lying there for a few minutes, you groaned as you forced yourself out of bed, driven mostly by your need to take a shower. Something that presented somewhat of a problem when you remembered the bandage Alastor had dressed you with. Would it be too soon to remove? And what was hiding underneath? A pang of anxiety shot through you, wishing he was here to provide the answers.

But he’s not.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to find in the mirror, but you had definitely underestimated the state of your neck. There didn’t seem to be an inch of it that wasn’t touched by a violet bruise or scarlet bite, save for your throat, which presented a contrast so stark it almost made you dizzy. How the hell will I cover this up?

The only thing you owned with a collar high enough was the dress that Alastor had ruined in a fit of passion with no replacement in sight. You took a deep breath and shed the housecoat, taking in the bandage that wrapped around your left shoulder and chest, unsure of where to start in terms of unwrapping it — he had done a very good job. A fact that weighed on your heart like a stone.

You managed to find the loose end as the shower warmed up, easily unwinding the gauze from your chest until you gingerly began the task of peeling it off your shoulder. Worried that parts of it might have stuck to each mark of his fangs; a painful fate you weren’t able to completely avoid, but on the whole, you considered yourself lucky that the gauze had only latched to a few of the punctures. An incredulous huff of a laugh escaped you when you realized that the huge bite would actually be easier to hide than the hickies.

As was typically the case, you felt a lot better once you were out of the shower. It was a serenity that was quickly pulled out from under you when you opened your bathroom door and saw Alastor sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Fuck! You scared me,” you gasped, hand over your heart. It was mostly true, though you found yourself more relieved at the sight of him than anything.

“Ha, ha! Yes, I’ve been known to do that,” he said, his eyes narrowing with a smug mirth as he patted the empty space next to him. “Come sit. I thought you might need some help.”

You sighed, doing your best to keep your heartbeat steady as you crossed the room and sat down on the bed with your back to him at his direction with a silent spin of his finger. He had brought a little kit of supplies consisting of a couple tins, tape, and gauze. The items laid out near him on the bed with a meticulousness you couldn’t help but find endearing. Was there anything he set out to do without poise and purpose?

He quickly got to work, humming aimlessly to himself as he applied one of the tinctures to each puncture of his bite. Whatever it was, the subtle sting it provided was a nice distraction from the overwhelming herbal smell it gave off. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but you would be glad to have it covered up all the same. Alastor had to lean over you to attend to the wounds on your collarbone, and you let yourself get lost in the look of concentration on his face.

“You’re in a good mood today,” you said quietly as his hand fanned over the medicine to dry.

He huffed a small laugh, lips curling into a pleasant smile. “Well I certainly never set out to be in a bad mood, my dear.” He let out a melodramatic sigh before adding, “It’s just thrust upon me.”

“Aww, what a victim you are,” you pouted sarcastically, laughing when he flicked your arm. 

“You’re in quite the good mood yourself, all things considered,” he mused, applying the balm from his second tin. 

The careful but firm application from his fingers made you hum with content and the two of you locked eyes then, but the look in his was torn; fighting between fondness and pity. He didn’t have to say it, you already knew.

“We need to talk about yesterday,” you said, resigned, pleased to hear that you sounded stronger than you felt. 

He nodded with a sigh, the soft smile on his lips threatening to make your eyes well with sudden tears. “That we do, my dear. But let me finish with your bandage first, hm?”

You did your best not to overthink the conversation ahead of you while he finished applying the balm before wrapping you up, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good. There were only so many things to say, after all. So many ways it could go…

What exactly did you want from all of this? It was hard enough to rectify the blossoming feelings you had for Alastor despite the short amount of time you had known him. But you had discovered so much about him in spite of that, the sex just made it more complicated. It wasn’t that you regretted it — how could you? You wouldn’t deny that it had been the best sex of your existence. Even with the bite. Still, you were typically much more cautious when it came to giving your heart away to someone. What was it about Alastor that made you throw your rules to the wayside? 

When you racked your brain for an answer, all it did was conjure his image. Silly, considering he was right behind you. Methodically dressing your wound with the same amount of care he had displayed after giving it to you. How many times had those hands provided you with his brand of reassurance? That mix of tenderness and strength that he gave to you at his whim, effectively catching you in his push-and-pull game. Whether your feelings for him in the aftermath had been his intent or not, well. They were there.

The playing ground was tipped in his favor, but you understood that. Even in the middle of your tryst, you knew that it could very well be the only time. Maybe he just needed to let off some steam. Yesterday you had felt resolved enough to be of use to him in whichever way he needed, more than willing to let him have his prize (so to speak). It would be naive to think that the dynamic between you wouldn’t change. Either for better or worse, that was inevitable but… that didn’t explain why you felt so dejected.

What do I want?

Could you be satisfied with being used as a plaything, if that’s what he wanted? The thought of him never touching you again made that an easier pill to swallow, bitter as it was. But you weren’t a fool. It’s not as if you were expecting a marriage proposal.

Suddenly Alastor's hand was cupping your face so that you were looking up at him, a relaxed but almost somber expression waiting for you. 

“You’re worried. I can smell it, you know.”

You sighed, resenting the blush you felt creeping across your face. “Of course you can. I don’t think there’s anything that’s only mine anymore beyond my own thoughts.”

The words came out sharper than you had meant them to, but you didn’t apologize. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind, staying silent as if waiting for you to continue. So you did.

“Do you regret it? And be honest with me… please.”

It was his turn to sigh now, taking a moment before responding calmly. “Not all of it.”

I knew it.

Really, you did. But the knowledge wasn’t helping as much as you hoped it would. In fact, it was only serving to make you feel worse.

“Which parts?”

He said your name with a warning. One you should have heeded, given how long it had been since he had spoken your real name. But you didn’t look away from him. You refused to beg with your mouth, so you pleaded with your eyes. Just tell me.

Alastor exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. 

“The circumstance doesn't sit right with me. I’m sure you didn’t notice, but Valentino left his pheromones on you — and they were especially potent… I have a hard time believing his intention was for you to make it out with just a bite.” He looked down at your shoulder then, an unreadable expression on his face. “I don’t enjoy being played for a fool.”

A flash of anger shot through you, but you did your best to quell it. Letting it get the better of you right now would only be to your detriment. Did he not realize what a cruel, selfish thing that was to say? He wasn’t the only one who had been toyed with.

“Okay, so what about last night? The second time. Were the pheromones still working then, too?” you pressed. The embarrassment you felt fueling the frustration in your voice. 

Alastor stood up then, the strain of impatience beginning to show on his face as he towered over you. “I suggest you watch your tone, child. And remember that I don’t owe you an explanation for anything. You are beholden to me. Not the other way around.”

The simmering anger you had managed to keep down boiled over at that, and you jumped to your feet to glare up at him. Since any kind of autonomy was out of the question, then an explanation was the least he could give you. And even then, it was something you could no longer be satisfied with if it was coming from some twisted form of benevolence on his part. 

Valentino had his part to play, but it’s not like he had forced Alastor to kiss you when you offered him your help. You couldn’t reconcile the words he was saying now, so contradictory to his actions. Every kind word and touch… Did they all come from some weird obligation he felt to play the part until the pheromones wore off? The bandage he had just applied with such attentiveness felt like a mockery. How did you let yourself get so carried away by it all? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Everything is your way, your pace! All you’ve done since I met you is push me around and play with my feelings — and have I ever done anything than take it? I clean your room the way you want it, I keep up with all the busywork you give me. And now you’ve taken one of the last pieces of me that was still just mine, but that was a game, too!”

“You forget your place!” he roared, his face darkening with fury as the chain appeared around your neck. He pulled the leash taught so that you were standing on your toes as he forced you to look up at him, your hands instinctively holding onto it to balance your weight. “If your existence here is so miserable, perhaps you’d like to join the souls I keep in my radio? I can assure you it’s less than pleasant,” he hissed with vitriol, tugging on the chain so that your faces were nearly touching. Your toes no longer on the floor.

Despite your better judgement, you leaned in. Too ashamed and angry to stay calm; tears flowing freely down your face from the intensity of the loathing you currently felt towards him and yourself.

“You’d be doing me a fucking favor,” you said, choking the words out through your sob-heavy throat. Every bit of it the truth. “And I’m sure you’ll have a great time telling everyone where you sent me.”

“Vicious brat!” he shrilled, face distorted with malicious static that hovered around him like a storm. Then the chain and static disappeared as you collapsed to the floor. But the venom in his red eyes hurt you more than that chain ever could. Or at least that’s how you felt until he spoke next, the chill in his voice piercing you with every word. “Keep your distance from me if you know what’s good for you. If I catch you roaming the hall of my suite, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

Then he was gone, spiriting himself away in shadow. Leaving you to sob on the floor of your room.

Alone.

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[gorgenia77]

Wrong side of the bed.

Hey, this is my first fic so sorry if it’s ass 🙈. It’s pretty brief, more of a one shot thing. Might be a little bit toxic, but not really. Enjoy <3

Pairing: Seth Rollins X f/reader (no use of y/n)

-Seth and reader have a little falling out due to Seth’s grumpiness, but soon make up. 18+ SMUT.

A night that consists of skin to skin, sweet words and soft kisses are always something that made you feel infinitely close to Seth.

Being held in his arms as he gently moves your hips, kissing your jaw softly as you both pant words full affection. However. Sometimes, being chest down, with his hands roughly gripping your hips as he violently slams into you, can be just as blissful.

Sat on his knees with your thighs to the sides of his thighs, tits rubbing against the bedsheet due to his violent thrusts and a permanent imprint of his fingers on your hips, had all started from a bad day and an overreaction.

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Seth had woken up, pissed. One of those unexplainable type of annoyance with little to no explanation that just made him want to scoff at anyone and everyone. He had woken up late, groggy and moody. Admittedly, he was a bit of a dick to you this morning.

“Hey Baby, good morning. I made you breakfast.”

You said with a grin as he entered your shared kitchen. A stunning plate of protein bagels and fruit set up for him.

Barely acknowledging you, he grumbled “I don’t have time” and headed to the bathroom to shower. Not even a glance at the meal you had prepared for him.

Not only had he ignored and disrespected your efforts, but he hadn’t even tried to explain he just wasn’t feeling it today. He never acted like this, he always appreciated your gestures, if had time or not. A frown appeared on your face. Does your time and effort mean nothing to him?

They eventually got in the car, Seth was driving as you looked out the window. Silence filled the car, an awkward tension lingering. He stole a few glances at you before finally breaking the silence.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a monotone voice.

Without making eye contact, keeping your vision on the passing cars, you replied back bluntly “nothing.”

He sighed, too tired to deal with this right now. “Okay.”

You sat with a frown mimicking him “okay.”

The rest of the journey remained deathly silent.

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Later that day, you had both gone off to train separately. He was still in a pissy mood, for god knows what.

After working out for hours you took a break. Feeling pretty hungry, you decided to go grab some food with Roman as you’d both started lunch at the same time. Sitting down in the canteen, you both laughed and ate. Simply just two friends on lunch. Just as you had just finished your meal Seth made his way over, sitting down. You decided you still weren’t speaking to him.

“Mind if I join you” Seth asked looking between you and Roman.

Roman smiled and pushed out a chair for him “not at all man.”

You were still pissed about how rude he was early so you replied bluntly.

“I’m done, actually.”

As you stood up to leave, he grabbed your wrist. “I’ve barely seen you today, stay for a little bit?” He felt guilty about earlier. He hadn’t meant to be such an asshole. His eyes searched yours in hopes you weren’t still mad.

“Can’t. I need to get back. I’m glad you finally have time to eat though.”

With that you walked off, making Seth sigh a little. He deserved it, but you were purposely punishing him. His bad mood should never warrant you feeling unappreciated.

Roman held his hands up as Seth looked at him “Hey man, I don’t wanna know.” Seth groaned, knowing you weren’t gonna let this go easily.

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You had finished training for the day, but you had to wait for Seth as he was still your ride home. To kill some time, you decided you deserved a sweet treat. As you were looking around at what to get, you saw a specific type of cookie that you had Roman had been talking about at lunch earlier. These cookies were ones from your childhood, the ones you were both reminiscing about. Smiling, you grabbed them and headed back.

As you arrived, Roman and Seth had just finished their training together. You approached them. Roman smiled as you greeted them and Seth looked you up and down, trying to assess if you were still pissed at him.

“So you know how we were taking about those cookies early.” Grinning, you pulled the box from behind your back, presenting them.

“Tadah!”

Roman chuckled, taking one from the box “Ah where the hell did you find them?” He said with excitement in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it” you chuckled, wanting to keep it a mystery. Seth however, was not chuckling. She hadn’t even greeted him. Not even offered him one.

“Can I have one?” Seth’s tone displayed that he was silently annoyed at your childish antics.

“Do you have time?” You shot back.

Seth sighed in annoyance. You was really clinging onto this. As they got to the car, he turned to you. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem? What the hell is your problem?!”

The bickering continued until you stepped into the apartment.

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“Im sorry alright. Jesus Christ!” Seth huffed out, holding his hands up in frustration.

Just as you were about to give out another smart ass comment he pushed you against the wall, a hand gently placed on your chest

“Im sorry. You’re mad cause I didn’t appreciate you this morning? Mhm?” His brown eyes didn’t leave yours. A hint of guilt, frustration and love sat behind them.

Looking up, you now felt small, he looked really good like this. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been pissy all day cause I didn’t give you enough attention?” He said as he unzipped your jacket slowly, his voice almost apologetic and teasing at the same time.

“You want some attention?” He asked with his brown eyes now darker than usual. You stared up at him. Oh you were in for it.

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With his dick thrusting into you harshly, you could only whine. Both of you using the built up frustration from the day to feel pleasure.

“You wanna ignore me all day, hm?” He grunted, grip firm on your hips.

When nothing but a moan left your lips, a large palm graced your ass. The stinging sensation making you whine.

He pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest, his voice in your ear

“I asked you a question baby.” He growled.

“M’sorry.” Was the only words that could leave your mouth. Your head spinning as his thrusts continued to fuck you throughly.

He hummed in your ear, his hand coming around to play with your nipples before then gently rubbing your clit. “My pretty baby” he grumbled possessively, making you cry and clench around him.

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You laid on his chest, skin to skin as he stroked your hair. The sounds of your heavy breathing the only prominent sound in the room until Seth spoke.

“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked tenderly, holding you close against his chest.

You shook your head “No, it was good.”

With that he placed a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier. I was just in one of those moods, you know. But I do appreciate when you make me breakfast. I’m sorry” he mumbled into your hair, his tone soft and sincere.

“I’ll forgive you, for now.” You smirked softly. “But only if you play with my hair.”

He chuckled, kissing you gently before rolling you to your side. “Come on then” he said as he pulled the hair tie from your hair, gently playing with it as your eyes flickered shut.

Thank you for reading!! Feedback is welcome. Also there is a desperate urgent need for more Seth fics on this app!!

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, tiny bit angst, babies!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: I know, I know, it took me a long time to finally post it... I hope y'all can forgive me. 🙈 Anyways, here it is! Enjoy! 🧡

This sequel is based on @eleniblue 's ideas. 😊

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th

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❄️Chapter Two ❄️

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Chapter One - First Steps

"Over a year old, really?" You nodded with a smile, bouncing Áki gently on your arm. "Mhm. They are growing very fast." "My my..." The sweet and kind older lady said, shaking her head. "Time flies by." "Indeed."

Once in a while you would visit the city; go to the market place - mostly when there was a market, and talked to several citizens - bonding with your people. After all, you were their queen - and even though Loki did most of the royal duties, you wanted to do at least that. It became a tradition. Whenever you made your trips and talked to the Jotuns, you went alone. No guards. No Loki. Just you. You wanted them to see you as their queen, sure, but also as a normal woman, who is interested in their lives and wellbeing. Your husband didn't quite like it at first. Well, not the idea itself, rather that you were going alone - but you insisted. This time, though, you didn't go alone. You took Áki with you, while Váli was with his father. Both twins would've been a bit too much to take care of alone in the city with dozens of people. Especially now; given the fact that they were a few months over a year old now and therefore very quirky. Winter was luckily over and spring had just begun - so it wasn't that cold when you went to on your traditional trip.

"Can they walk already?" The female Jotun asked, looking adoringly at the baby boy in your arms, who enjoyed the sun on his face and played happily with the wooden warrior figure his father had gifted him. "Áki is on the verge of starting to walk. I think it won't take him very long anymore to get the nick of it. And Váli… He has just learned how to pull himself up on his feet, so... He needs a bit more time - which is totally fine." The woman smiled, causing you to smile as well. "My son took his time as well, but now he grew into a strong, healthy man. I do hope the princes are growing up strong and healthy, too. Thank you for your visit, your majesty." She curtsied, "I hope so, too. Thank you - and you are welcome." and gave you a last, sweet smile, before she redirected her attention back to her ice flowers.

After that conversation, you decided to call it a day, given the fact that you were quite tired and your son as well. "Let's head back home, Áki, shall we? Home to your brother and father?" The little boy smiled, ruby eyes shining. "Dada, Vava!" You giggled, pressing a kiss against his cerulean, chubby cheek and said your goodbyes to several Jotun's before you made your way back to the palace.

You spend the rest of the day alone with the twins, after you've been told that the king was indisposed, because of a stupid incident with one of the merchants, which supplied the kingdom.

After the night had swallowed Jotunheim and the princes were deep and fast asleep, you changed into your nightgown and read the book you found in the library yesterday; waiting for your husband to return. As it got very late and he still wasn't back, you decided to go to his study; looking after him. And that's what you did. Tip-toeing down the dimly lit hallways of the palace, until you reached the big, familiar door. You lifted your hand to knock; getting a quite annoyed and grumpy 'Yes?!' in return. Gently, you opened the door and peeked inside, finding Loki sitting at his desk, hunched over the table; one big hand rubbing his temple. He was stressed. You could tell that already. The fire in the fireplace crackled and creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.

"What is it now?! I-" Loki interrupted his harsh sentence as soon as his tired eyes landed on you. "Darling!" The rudeness in his voice was immediately gone. "Oh, what a sight for sore eyes!" You smiled, happy that you were able to make him smile. "Hello, my love," you said, rounding the desk to greet him. As soon as you were in reach, Loki stretched out his hands and pulled you immediately in his lap; sitting you down on his thick, strong thighs. You shrieked up in surprise, but giggled when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, literally inhaling your scent and holding you close. "I missed you, my flower... This day has been way too long..." "I missed you, too..." You ran your hand through his raven locks, causing him to relax even further into your body. "When is the king returning to his chambers, to join his wife in their marital bed?" A big sigh left Loki's lips. "Unfortunately, not yet. I have to finish this." You almost started to pout. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?" You felt him shaking his head. "I'm afraid not, my darling. I'm sorry." Now you were the one who sighed and just cuddled closer. You and Loki spent the next few minutes like that. Tangled up with each other, enjoying the other's closeness.

"Áki almost took his first step today." Your husband lifted his head, looking at you smiling and with a twinkle in his beautiful red eyes. Proudness. "Really?" "Mhm... Back in the city. When he was about to set one foot in front of the other, though, he lost the balance and fell on his bum." A sweet chuckle slipped past the Jotun's lips. "He's going to learn it in no time, I'm sure of it."

And Loki was proven right... Only two days later, the little prince took his first steps.

You, Loki and the twins were out for a little walk outside the palace; catching up on some precious family time and enjoying the first strong rays of the spring sun. No duties, no advisors, no guards - just the four of you.

Váli sat upon his father's shoulders, visibly delighted at the sight he had now; his eyes having so much to look at suddenly. Áki was in your arms, being very restless. He always wanted to be let down and move forward himself without your help. It was difficult at first, but you let him try and try and try, of course, always supporting him. On the third try, the little boy made it then. Holding on to both of your hands for dear life, he took his first three steps. "Yay!" You squealed excitedly. "Loki, look!" Your husband was walking quite a bit ahead with Váli, but turned at your words. A light-hearted, proud laugh rumbled through his chest and he smiled from ear to ear. "I told you, my love! I told you!" "You did!" You giggled, carefully helping Áki along. "You're doing so great, sweetheart. Mama's so proud of you - and Dada, too." At the sixth step, he cautiously let go of your hands, wanting to walk alone. You let him, of course. Loki came closer and squatted down, reaching out one hand. The other kept his other son safe and steady on his broad shoulders. Váli had his small hands buried inside his father's luscious curls. "Are you coming to daddy, little man?" And he did. Walking on very wobbly legs and almost falling two times, Áki reached the safety of his father's hand and arm after three small steps. Loki smiled broadly, scooped the small boy up in his free arm and peppered the soft cerulean skin of his face with kisses, causing Áki to squeal and giggle. You just smiled; loving to see Loki being a dad. He was perfect. Made to be a father - and a king.

About two weeks later decided Váli to take his first steps as well. You had put both boys down for the night; got yourself ready for the royal banquet and just wanted to check in on them a last time, before the caregiver was going to take over. To your sheer shock, you found Váli not inside his crib, but outside. A short wave of anxiety rocked your body; already afraid something happened to him, while climbing out of his bed. But then your brain caught up with the situation; eyes landing on the slightly damaged crib. Váli must've slipped through the gap in the wooden frame... You immediately made a mental note to get this fixed.

Shaking your head, you approached the little prince. "Sweetie, what are you doing, huh?" You spoke in a hushed voice, not to wake Áki. The little boy turned around to face you with a big smile on his lips. "Mamama!" He was standing on wobbly feet, holding on to his bed tightly. But when he saw you approaching, he suddenly let go, swaying dangerously for a moment (You were already on the verge of jumping forward to catch him and prevent him from crashing against the crib.) - and then he started to walk towards you, putting one foot in front of the other. You froze in motion; looking with awe at the toddler. Walking... He was walking! An audible gasp left your lips. "By the norns... Honey, you are walking!" You exclaimed excitedly - but as quiet as possible, catching Váli. "I'm so proud of you!" You kissed his chubby cheek - when you heard a knock on the chamber's door. Must be the caregiver, you thought and stood up, carrying the boy with you to the door. It was, indeed the caregiver. "Good evening, your majesty." She curtsied, softly smiling. "Good evening, Alruna. Before you look after the twins... Would you please fetch my husband? Tell him it's urgent and that he has to come to our chambers right away." You didn't want Loki to miss this. You know how sad he'd be, if he missed his son's first - well, now second steps. "As you wish, my queen."

Alruna was quick to leave; making her way towards the grand hall of the throne room. The doors were open; a few guests for the festives had already arrived. The caregiver's eyes searched the small crowd, looking for the king. As soon as her eyes landed upon Loki, she approached him. "My king." A curtsy. "Apologies for the disturbance but the queen sent me to fetch you. I shall tell you that it's urgent. She wishes you to come to your majesties chambers right away." Loki's ruby eyes widened at her words. Fear started to flood his veins, heart hammering against his chest. What if something was wrong with her or his sons? He gave the caregiver a nod. "Tell her I'll be with her right away." "Yes, my king." With another curtsy, Alruna vanished again; returning to her king's and queen's chamber.

Loki turned to face the few guests, which had already arrived. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen. My wife seems to be in need of me. I'll be right back." He excused himself and walked with fast, hasty steps towards your shared quarters. The anxiety was still present. Without knocking he stormed inside. "Love, I came as quick as possible! What is the m-" The king's words died down as his eyes witnessed what was going on. You were in the middle of the spacious living room, squatted down near the fireplace with a big smile on your face. Váli was highly focused, as he made a few wobbly steps forwards. But when he noticed his father - Y/E/C eyes looked up to meet his and the little boy lost his concentration and balance; resulting in him crashing to the hard floor. He landed rather ungently on his bum - thick tears starting to fall immediately.

Loki was the first to react. Eyes widening, he immediately picked his crying son up, holding him against his chest. "Hush, my little love, everything is alright." You were back on your feet as well; a concerned look on your face as you stepped over and placed a hand on Váli's back. "He's not hurt, is he?" Your husband shook his head, pressing a kiss on the boy's head and rocking him gently. "I don't think so. It was just the shock, I'd say." "Seems so." A silent minute passed, before Loki spoke up again; audible joy in his words. "Was that the reason why you called for me? To show me his first steps?" You nodded; expression shifting into a smile. "Yes, sorry. I have the feeling I worried you. I just didn't want you to miss this." The king smiled. "Why thank you. I'm happy that I was able to witness such a big milestone in our son's life." Then he directed his attention to the child in his arms, who had calmed down again and was now clinging to his father's chest; cuddling close. "Daddy's so proud of you, my little prince."

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 15: WEDDING NIGHT Basil Hawkins 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @lady-winter13 ➡ Sorry I completely forgot to add the gender so let’s try again! 🙈 Could I please ask for kinktober 15. wedding night 🤍 with basil Hawkins from one piece? With female she/her. Thank you a sorry! 💗 tw: mdni. very romantic sex after the wedding. oral. penetration. mentions of pregnancy. wc: 924 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Long locks grazing your face, there was nothing but him and you that night… Both have said “yes, I do”. Both have decided to start a new journey, piracy would not suffice by itself if there wasn’t a person with whom share the One Piece with. The wedding had been amazing. You all drunk, partied, ate, and had fun.

Hawkins slowly peeled you off your white dress, with delicacy and love. Something like a wedding dress should be kept safe, but your skin is what mattered to him the most.

His permanent serious frown had been replaced by soften eyes, adoring, praising, your special lingerie. The finest white lace, a sexy second skin Basil is dying to rip too.

A sweet love, but still so passionate you couldn’t wait no more. His lips reached for yours, impertinently. And melted in one lustful kiss, you slowly walked back until your shins hit the bed.

Him and you fell to the mattress, where rose petals abounded. Your husband took your arms over your head, kissing after your exposed neck. In a delicate motion, he also plastered the pleasing pain of little bites.

“I love you, my wife…” he murmured, tickling your chest with his blonde wavy locks. “I love you, my husband…” you purred, caressing his cheek with loving and protective touch.

Though having made love uncountable times, that time felt absolutely different. The ring adorning your fingers shone the brightest with the warm dancing lights of a thousand candles in that room. And the sound of the waves crashing on the shore so close to your love nest mixed perfectly well with desperate panting.

Hawkins kisses travelled the mountains of your breasts and the holly valley in between them. Down, down he reached your belly button where he stayed long enough to whispers how much he was dreaming of listening to a new heartbeat inside you.

“Soon, my love…” you murmured, trying to hold tears. It wasn’t necessarily urgent nor a reality, but how could speak louder about his love than wanting to bring new life with you?

The magician that enchanted your heart, with whom he only could let his guard down, kept lowering his kisses until your mound of Venus… he made you tremble with just breathing closely to your sex.

Slow pecks over the lace of your panties, that soon turned more and more see through… your wetness was taking over all of it. But as much as he loved how the lingerie looked on your beloved anatomy, he still preferred the natural taste of your skin.

Taking all of his time, Basil pulled your coverings down. Slowly, enjoying the graze of his hands from your hip bones to the bridge of your feet, he undressed you completely.

A kiss in your inner thigh, a bite then. You flinched, smiling. A kiss on your entrance, then the tip of his tongue on your labia. You moaned, louder this time. And from the tip to his whole mouth, devouring you so deliciously, with taste buds rejoicing on the ambrosial taste of your intimacy.

Your hands reached for his hair, grabbing a fist full of it and pulling it along with your arching back, the more he indulge in your sex.

Several times you whined his name loudly and so lustfully, and perhaps bad words you couldn’t quite remember abandoned your lips too.

Basil, whose heart he could swear was about to jump from his chest, smiled the more you quivered and tried to close your legs trapping his face in between them. If the chances of surviving to such deadly pleasure, were no more than 1%, he would have taken them without a doubt.

And the closer you were getting to climax, the more you pleaded for him to kiss your lips. You wanted him, once and for all, inside you. So deep, and for the rest of the night…

“Come here, come here please” you begged.

Basil stopped; he couldn’t say no to his magical wife’s desires.

“But my love… you haven’t finished, yet” he murmured, still touching your sex but crawling on top of you.

“I only want to finish if I have you inside of me tonight, Basil…” you said, causing that man to shake. None of his predictions could have told him how magical your wedding night had turned…

He sighed, in pure need, in pure desire. And your toes helped his black trousers to slide down his legs. Your hands, to unbutton his ruffled white shirt.

Many were the scars his battles had left on his chest, and you loved each and every single one of them. And while you waited for him to finally bury in you, you traced those scars with the tip of your index finger.

He got greedy, though, and didn’t immediately penetrate you. He played with the wetness of your femininity, mixing the sprouting honeys one with the other’s.

You were burning; he was already moaning without even going deep into you. And your heels carved on the small of his back, because you couldn’t wait no more.

“Please…” “Yes, my magic star…”

Slowly, steadily, securely, and lovingly, he let himself slide in. Both moaning at the first sensation of the intrusion. Your walls spasming, milking, getting tight around him. Him throbbing, getting harder, pushing against the pressure of your womb.

And maybe, just maybe and for the first time… his eyes filled with tears, of joy, of love… because that night had been the first of the rest of your lives living them as one… 💖

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[translucio]

more veilguard thoughts! minor spoilers below cut

stuff im liking:

still having fun with combat

level design has been good, tons to explore, solid puzzles. beautiful environments. im liking how distinct and lived in the big cities are feeling.

i am liking lucanis more than i expected.....i know Everyone is simping over him but.. i might have to as well and romance him instead of bellara 🙈

im liking how bite sized the codex entries are. makes it easy to read them all on pickup whereas in inquisition sometimes it was like godddd i want the lore but i dont wanna read five pages right now

petting cats and dogs! i love the haptic purring, that's a really good way to do it (i would honestly love to see that polished even further with variations + meowing/whining/sniffing/licking sounds thru the controller but hey, it's a tiny part of the game and what they have is fine)

the resource economy is feeling pretty decent to me, im motivated to seek out collectables, i buy stuff from vendors often, i understand the upgrade system enough to inform my decisions. it feels very god of war or ghost of tsushima. so my only worry is that i might just get bored of it after many hours as i did in those games (which, i think the solution to that is for the level design to keep things interesting and satisfying enough that theyre rewarding even without the collectibles. so we'll see)

stuff im not really liking

overall plot so far feels Just Okay. but i felt that way about 2 and inquisition too lol

it is actually starting to really bum me out that you can't talk to people at will. like, the lack of dialogue choices in it, for a bioware game, is troubling to me. these settings and characters are interesting and filling me with many questions! i want to be able to dive deeper into them, but i just cant. you just get barks for all the world npcs. and the lack of choices really makes rook feel more like a prewritten/predestined character rather than one that's really yours to characterize. i realize it's a lot of writing and voice acting $$ to have that many dialogues, but that's one of the main selling points for bioware games for me... and it feels weird that other games are now doing it better than dragon age.

similarly the lack of continuity of choices from previous games makes me sad.

i still haven't gotten all that far, but i am several hours in at this point, and i gotta say i am kinda missing side quests a bit... related to the point about lacking world dialogue, but the world is feeling a little bit underwhelming in terms of the character and lore context/depth that i find myself wanting. which was a big problem for me in inquisition as well. like sure, there are collectables and hidden paths and puzzles to navigate through, and those are absolutely a huge improvement over inquisition's. but those don't give life and flavor and narrative depth to the environment the way that having meaningful interactions with npcs does. the barks are nice, but they leave me wanting significantly more in terms of interaction and depth.

im gonna keep comparing it to god of war (2018 - haven't played ragnarok yet) since that's really the closest thing its reminding me of. and while i loved god of war, i did feel like its world was very lonely. it made up for it with its extremely honed in narrative focus on the journey of the two established characters, and the quality of its writing and voice acting both for their dialogues and the few quests with other characters. it's not a game about the setting or how it shapes the characters that live there, it's about a grieving father and son who happen to be gods.

whereas dragon age IS about its world almost as much as it is about its characters. and with such a rich setting with three prior entries to build on, it seems kind of a shame to let players explore all these places we've heard about but not meaningfully interact with the characters there outside of Big Epic Story Moments or companion-focused quests, especially when you could in the previous games.

anyway.... much to think about... still enjoying it, still have more thoughts as i keep playing

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

what's a good BL drama for fans who aren't innocent, but still get too shy during the nsfw parts, but also something more lighthearted?

(The Sign has traumatised me for life)

Hi 🤗 Thank you so much for this ask! And sorry it took me so long to answer 🙈

So The Sign has traumatized you and you are looking for something not that innocent, but not really with nsfw parts and kinda lighthearted? The difficulty was the not that innocent, but lighthearted part 😅 most not that innocent series I could think of have some traumatizing backstories or main plots or are way too explicit. But of course there are still a lot of good dramas, with a more lighter tone. And I hope you'll find something you like and haven't watched yet 😊

So lets go 💪

A Boss And A Babe

It was not my favorite show from last year, but it was okay. Cher is a very extroverted character with a big heart and a loose mouth. Gun is a strict boss who can't find sleep without listening to Cher's voice. It is a different start for the relationship than we are used to, but it worked for them and for us too. Both have to deal with some stuff, but the tone of the series is mostly lighthearted. There are some love scenes, but not explicit and very tasteful.

A Breeze Of Love

I have to mention A Breeze Of Love! It is my favorite show from last year and it has to be in any list I put up 😅 It feels so good to watch this show! I just get happy when I think about it. There are no nc scenes, but you know those two want each other, especially Lee Do Hyun. The conflict between these two has its start in the past and of course it catches up with them. The series tells us that it is okay and needed to be honest with yourself before you can be honest with other people and before you can open up to them and love them. It is such a heartwarming series. Sorry, I love it so much.

Bad Buddy

A classic. A masterpiece. Such a good series. Do I need to say more? A classic enemies to lovers, Romeo and Juliet, story. And so well done! Nothing nsfw, but a good story with good acting, a great kiss and a very good soundtrack. The story of two different people falling in love with each other and decide to be together against all odds. It is rightly a high rated drama. The chemistry is one of the best out there and you just believe those two that they slowly fall in love with each other.

Be loved in house: I do

A workplace romance. And again, there is some trauma from the past, but the series itself gives such a warm feeling. For a long time this was my feel good pick. It touched my heart and it was funny (the mom is the best) and it makes me happy. The boss has a problem with workplace relationships and forbids them, not knowing that this will become a big problem for himself in the future. The mains have great chemistry and I love watching them cuddle!

Bake Me Please

You like cakes and a workplace romance between a cold hearted boss and a total ray of sunshine? This is the one for you. It gave me such a good feeling during december. It felt so cosy, even though the main conflict was... dumb... But nevertheless seeing Shin become more open and approachable and better understand the emotions and thoughts of others has melted my heart. And Peach was such a comfort character! Highly recommended.

Be My Favorite

This might not be the most lighthearted series out there, but it is such a good series. One of my favorites of 2023. It deals with grief and finding your place in life, acceptance and allowing yourself to love and to be loved for who you are. There are so many emotions and I was hooked from the first til the last second. Kawi is such a relatable character, especially in the beginning. I liked him and his journey a lot. And Pisaeng is such a sweetheart and I wish that every Kawi out there, who is looking for a partner, can find their own Pisaeng.

Cherry Magic

One of the most wholesome and perfect series out there. We have the japanese original and the current airing thai adaptation. The story is easy: Adachi (Achi) turns 30 and with that he receives the gift to be able to read the minds of everyone he touches. And that is how he learns that Kurosawa (Karan) has the biggest crush on him. Kurosawa is one walking green flag and he is so attentive, I love him. And Adachi is a shy sweetheart who could need a little bit more self-confidence. They are adorable together. The thai adaptation is also really good! I love it! And don't worry about nsfw scenes. At least the japanese version is very safe.

Hidden Agenda

I must admit, this is not one of my favorites, but it is cute and lighthearted for most of the times and the acting really improved. The Hidden Agenda is not so much hidden and I would have wished for some secrets and perhaps a longer period of pining and coming to terms with the fact that, hey I like a boy now. But it is cute and a good choice on a stormy sunday.

Jun & Jun

I wish they would have gone down the road with the scent-kink. That would have been so cool. But it is lighthearted and the dynamic of these two is great. It is a perfect watch for an afternoon. A workplace romance all around scents and when Choi Jun wears his glasses - chef's kiss! Such a good looking man. The plot itself is nothing very special, but good for a short entertainment.

Kiseki: Dear To Me

Kiseki, lighthearted? Well. I think it is not so problematic. Yes, it has a mafia plot, but the basic mood is more light. And you can just ignore the plot and concentrate on these two lovebirds. Ai Di and Chen Yi really safed this one for me. Their relationship is so fucked up in the beginning and to be honest, it doesn't get better, but cuter. Trigger warnings are blood and death and violence. But the nc scenes are chef's kiss, very well done, very beautiful and not that explicit.

Last Twilight

The show that ends this week and I don't want to let go of it! It was my highlight of the week. Day lost his eyesight because of an accident and needs a care taker. We meet Mhok, a young man who is condemned from his surroundings because he had spent time in prison, but whose character is just a soft green flag with the most respect for good people and with so much love to give. I want a Mhok in my life. He is such a sweetheart. And them together are such lovey dovey adorable puppies! Their dynamic is very natural and the chemistry is chemistrying! Plot wise a more mature bl, not that overly lighthearted, because it touches some sensitive topics, but I don't feel bad watching it. There is always this hope that keeps you warm.

Love Class 2

Okay, listen, the main couple deals with some trauma, but the rest is really cute and adorable and lighthearted! And the main couple is adorable too in the end. We have three couples, for a korean bl it has a really good nc scene (I got a little bit shy, but just because I had the feeling I needed to give them their privacy) and it has some nice kisses (indeed some of my favorite kisses of 2023 or ever). The story... Well... What story? Because there were so many couples, the story was a little bit flat. But every couple got their time and yes, nothing special was told, but in the end it made me feel good and I enjoyed it very much.

My Secret Love

And again, three couples, but more time to tell their stories. We start the series and the main cp with enemies and go on to fake lovers and of course finally to lovers. I liked the series. I liked the main couple and their differences and how they could make the other person rethink some of their actions, to become a better version of themselfes in the end. And the side couples were cute and lovey dovey.

Papa & Daddy

One of the really mature dramas about starting a family and the obstacles one has to deal with. It is a very realistic drama. It shows a short timeline in the life of this new family and their problems with themselves and the other parents and the child and their surroundings and how they try to solve these problems and to learn how to deal with homophobia on a new level, because now there is this child that needs to be protected and that is questioning their life as a family. I really loved this show. The second season... not that much, but it was still okay.

Secret Crush On You

If you manage to overcome the pure urge to turn it off while you watch the first or second episode because you cringe so damn much, you are gifted with a little gem. It is so lovely and the deeper message this one wants to tell us, I love it. You don't have to be perfect in the eyes of others, you can be a weird nerd and still be loved. You don't decide what other people find attractive about you. Just accept the fact that there are people who want to smack you and love you and protect you with all your flaws. Such a good series. And most of the times really funny!

Sing My Crush

I was so surprised when this came out, because I haven't heard about it before. And there is was. All of the epsisodes out and I thought, okay, I'll give it a try and I fell in love. The story of these two friends, one a musician and the other one his biggest fan, is adorable. They are so natural with each other and Im Han Tae is such a sunshine character. He is full of optimism and love, a total comfort character. And those two are soulmates. The development of their story felt so natural. Such a good series!

You're My Sky

I enjoyed this drama. It is build on pining and basketball and friendship and it has the brother from La Pluie, which is nice. I fell in love with the side couples, especially Sean and Aii, they are so cute. If you like sport dramas, this one is for you. It has a lot of sport. It is not the most lighthearted series, because all characters deal with some kinds of secret or obstacles to overcome, but it is well made.

Shout out to some really cute and lighthearted series without any nc scenes, but which feel just sooooo good and are simple a joy for the heart:

My School President

Our Dining Table

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama: Crank up Edition

Light On Me

Like In The Movies

Love Mate

Our Dating Sim

Old Fashion Cupcake

Semantic Error

Kieta Hatsukoi

Love Tractor

Okay, I have to stop! I hope this can help you a little bit with you to-watch-list 🤍

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Six

Summary: in an intense car ride with Harrow you make one final attempt to change his mind, and truths are revealed.

Pairing: Harrow x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Harrow being Harrow (he's like, bordering on yandere)

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long. Grief is a bitch. But part seven coming tomorrow!! then I think part eight will be the final part... I researched a LOT into the Staff of Ammit and what powers Harrow had but definitely made shit up so apologies haha 🙈 as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Five | Series Masterlist

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The journey across the Egyptian desert is uncomfortable. Not just because its a long time to be sat in a hot car on a ridiculously bumpy track, but because you're forced to sit in the back with Harrow right by your side. He tries to converse with you, telling you how excited you should be about going to Giza and how privileged you are to witness the birth of the new world. But all you can do is stare out the window, simultaneously trying to block Harrow's voice and the image burnt into your mind of Steven and Maya’s lifeless bodies in the tomb. 

When you finally reach a main road, you're almost relieved to see the Egyptian patrol vehicles blocking the road, forcing the cars to stop. Officers approach the cars, banging on the hoods as they say something in a language you don't understand. 

“Stay in the car.” Harrow tells you calm but firm as he opens the door and gets out. Officers raise their guns and shout at him and some disciples immediately jump out the cars to defend him. Harrow just calmly raises his hands, telling everyone it’s all right.

“Show me your papers!” The officer near to him says. 

“I don't need to show you my papers.” Harrow replies. “You need to show us your soul.” 

He raises his cane and as he bangs it to the ground a purple light sweeps through the officers. You gasp, watching as almost all of them fall to the ground. All except the one who had been talking to Harrow. His body shakes and when it stops he looks at Harrow, dazed and confused. 

“This is the face of a good man.” Harrow says, reaching out to place his hand on the officer’s shoulder. He removes the walkie talkie from the officers vest and shuts it off. “You don't need this anymore.” He throws it to the ground and moves away from the officer.

“Move the bodies out of the way.” You hear Bobbi call and see disciples start to jump out from the cars. “Lets go! Clear a path.”

The driver in your car gets out to help and you see your opportunity. You open the door, but before you can even move Harrow is there slamming it shut again. He locks eyes with you through the car window and holds out his hand. The driver hands him the key and he instantly locks the car, before turning and leaning against the door. You shuffle across the seat to the other side of the car and try that door instead, but it stays locked. You let out a sigh, turning to look out the back window. You watch the disciples working, moving the officers bodies like they’re just bags of sand, not caring at all that these are real people who had lives and families. 

Movement behind one of the vehicles a few cars away grabs your attention. Every other person out there is helping clear a path, but not this one. This person has their hood up. Like they’re hiding, sneaking behind he back of the cars. The sun catches something metal shining in their hand. A knife! As they get close enough you realise its Layla! Her eyes remain fixed on Harrow as she steadies her grip on the knife in her hand. She must be here to kill Harrow!

You spare a quick glance at Harrow, he’s still leaning against the car door watching his disciples do his dirty work. You look back at Layla and you're surprised to see she’s no longer focused. Instead she’s looking down at the ground, talking to someone. You shuffle as far over as you can to try and get a better view but all you can see is someones legs. It looks like she’s talking to one of the dead officers… 

Suddenly she looks back up again, startling you. Your movement catches her eye and she looks directly at you through the rear window. You wave, mouthing at her to “help”. She nods, bringing her finger up to her mouth to tell you to stay quiet as she refocuses on Harrow. She takes a couple of short steps but when Bobbi shouts “it’s time to go” she stops retreating back a few steps. 

“I’ll find you.” She mouths to you before running to the back of the cars and disappearing from your view. A sadness hits you as you remember Steven saying those same words back in London. When was that? Days? Weeks? You’d lost count of how long you’d been with Harrow in the middle of all this madness. 

You jump at the sound of Harrow getting back in the car, turning around to sit back down in your seat.

“What were you looking at?” He asks, glancing out the rear window. 

“Nothing.” You say shakily, hoping Harrow doesn’t realise you're lying. “Just.. there’s a lot of bodies out there.”

Sensing your sadness he reaches over, placing his hand on yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s hard. It will be over soon.” You pull your hand away and move as far away from him as is possible when trapped in a car. You hear him sigh before he says “Not far to go now.” 

— — — — 

You see it in the distance. The great pyramid of Giza standing tall in the desert. Your heart starts to race as you realise this really is it. Time is running out. 

“Are you alright?” Harrow asks, hearing your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself.

“Please don't do this.” You say in a sudden moment of bravery.

“What?” 

“Don't do this.” You say, firmer this time as you look at him. “You can turn these cars around, stop anyone else from dying… You don't have to go through with this.”

You look him at him for a moment, silently pleading with him as he looks back at you. There’s a sadness in his eyes. 

“I have to.”

“No- no you don’t”

“I do Y/N.” 

“Says who?” You argue. “Who? Ammit? She’s lying to you Arthur-”

“Don’t-”

“She’ll say whatever she has to to convince you to free her. But there must be a reason that the other gods imprisoned her. She is dangerous-”

“ENOUGH!” Harrow shouts and slams his cane into floor, startling you and clearly the driver too from the way the car swerves. “My apologies.” He says to the driver, composing himself before looking at you. You haven’t seen him this angry, especially not with you. “I understand that you are frightened, and you are grieving your friend…” he tries to hide his anger by softening his voice “but you talk of things of things you do not understand.” 

“Then help me.” You say quietly. He looks confused. “Help me to understand.”

“I’ve already told you-” Harrow starts but you interrupt.

“You told me why Ammit takes lives. But what about you? You killed Steven, Arthur, YOU did that!”

“He was complicated. He had unbalanced scales.”

“What about Maya? She didn’t have ‘unbalanced scales’. She was on your side, she worshipped you! And you murdered her!” 

“No! She failed to stop Marc Spector from getting to the tomb and in turn we almost lost the ushabti. She jeopardised our chance of freeing Ammit.”

"Then what about me? Why am I still alive Arthur? I have been very open about how much I disagree with Ammit, and you. I helped Steven to get the ushabti. I have tried at every opportunity to stop you, but I’m still here. Help me understand that.” You pause, giving him a chance to speak but he closes his eyes. “Why haven’t you killed me, like you have with everyone else who got in your way?” He still remains silent. “Arthur?!”

“Because I can’t!” He finally replies, looking at you with teary eyes. “I know I’m supposed to, she wants me to, but I can’t do that to you, I just can’t… not to you…”

“What are you saying?”

The car comes to a stop at the base of the pyramid and the driver gets out. But Harrow doesn’t move. The cult leader/avatar of Ammit persona he’s always worn has dropped, leaving a very different person in front of you. For the first time, he looks vulnerable. 

“I have feelings for you Y/N. Feelings I’m not supposed to have. Feelings that have stopped me from carrying out Ammit's orders.” 

“I- I don’t understand.. You said Ammit changed her mind, that she saw something special about me-” a realisation hits you “It was all a lie. But the daily healings? If that wasn’t Ammit, then what the hell was it? Please, just tell me the truth.” 

He looks conflicted, releasing a sigh before speaking. 

“Keeping you alive was an accident. When I first met you in the museum, I would have gone through with killing you if Marc hadn’t stopped me. I made up the deal that Ammit would spare you if he gave me the scarab but I had every intention of killing you anyway. When I came to you, when you were almost dead, I was going to finish it.” He must see the horror on your face because he quickly tries to reassure you “But then I listened to you speak and for the first time I questioned Ammit’s judgement. No one has ever made me do that. I knew you must be special, so I restored your life back to you.”

“So why convince me I was still dying?”

“I needed a reason to keep you near me. I hoped you would be grateful and stay with me. But you didn’t, so I said Marc had left you behind and when you still wanted to leave I panicked and made up a reason to keep you around.”

“But if you weren’t actually healing me, what were you doing?”

"Simply making you sleep. I always believed the Staff of Ammit simply judged and drained a life force completely. It was only after Marc interrupted me draining your life at the museum that I realised that wasn't the case. It can kill, it can leave a person on the edge of death, or it can send someone into a deep sleep. So that's what I did.” He looks down at the cane that is resting against his leg.

“Is there anything you haven’t lied to me about?!” 

“There is something special in you Y/N, that wasn’t a lie. I can see it. And when Ammit is released I will make sure she sees it too-”

“She wants me DEAD Arthur!! Why aren’t you getting that? She wants me dead, and when she sees you haven’t done it she’ll just do it herself.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“If you think you can stop her you're even more delusional than I thought.” You say, and from Harrow’s face you see he knows you have a point. “The simple truth is, if you go in there and release Ammit you won’t just be condemning a whole lot of innocent people to death… you’ll be killing me too.” You watch him as he thinks. He looks conflicted. You reach out and take his hand, causing him to fully concentrate on you. “Arthur, you said that you questioned Ammit’s judgement. If there is any doubt in you at all, any part of you that thinks she wrong then you have to stop this.” 

He looks past you, out the car window to the disciples that have started to climb up the side of the pyramid, studying them for a moment. Then back to you. 

“You're right. I have to stop this.” He says and you smile at him in relief, nodding your head. “I have to stop her from killing you.” 

“What, no that’s not what I mean-” you start to argue but he cuts you off, placing his hand on your head. You see the cane glow and instantly feel sleep coming over you. “No Arth- please…”

“It all right my love, you’ll be okay.” He lays you down across the car seat, sliding back to open the car door behind him and lets himself out. “You’ll be safe in here.” He pulls a blanket from the floor and drapes it over you, covering you so that you are hidden but leaving a small gap for you to breathe. You look up at him stood in the door frame, he's looking at you full of sadness and fear.

"Please..." you manage and as you drift off you hear him speak.

“I hope I'm here when you wake to join you in the new world.”

Part Seven

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[hrizantemy]

Hi ✨💓

I found your blog not to long ago but I was too shy to interact 🙈

But I really want to know, if you are comfortable answering the question, what are your thoughts on Tamlin ?

Please don’t be pressured to answer 🙈

Can I be ✨ anon ?

As I delve into the intricacies of Tamlin’s character from ACOTAR, I find myself grappling with the stark contrast in how he’s perceived compared to Rhysand. It’s unfair to label Tamlin as an abuser while letting Rhysand off the hook, as if their actions are black and white. Tamlin, once noble and protective, became consumed by his desperation to protect his people and Feyre. His actions, though misguided, stemmed from a place of love and fear, not malice.

Feyre’s captivity at the Spring Court was indeed restrictive and suffocating, but it was born out of Tamlin’s trauma from losing loved ones and his inability to cope. His intentions were to shield her from danger, albeit in a controlling manner. It’s crucial to acknowledge his emotional turmoil and the impact of his traumatic experiences on his behavior.

On the other hand, Rhysand’s initial actions towards Feyre were manipulative and coercive, driven by political strategy and personal desire. Yet, as the story unfolds, we see layers to Rhysand’s character—a complex blend of darkness and redemption.

Critics tend to forget that both characters are flawed, each navigating their own traumas and responsibilities in a world fraught with danger. Tamlin’s mistakes were amplified by his inability to adapt, whereas Rhysand’s journey is one of growth and redemption, albeit through morally questionable means.

It’s infuriating how society turns a blind eye to the similarities between Tamlin and Rhysand, simply because Rhysand is portrayed as hot and morally grey. Let’s face it: both of them have exhibited controlling and abusive behaviors towards Feyre, but Rhysand gets a free pass because of his charm and his eventual “redemption arc.”

I could continue dissecting the complexities of Tamlin and Rhysand’s characters endlessly, but I fear I might start rambling. There’s so much to unpack when it comes to their actions and the way they’re perceived by readers and within the narrative itself.

If you’re interested in delving deeper into this topic or have specific aspects you’d like to explore further, just let me know. I’m more than happy to continue this conversation and discuss the nuances of character portrayal, moral ambiguity, and the impact of attractiveness on how we perceive fictional characters.

And yes you can be anon !!

[fluffybutt-7]

Update Time!

I know I mentioned an update a while back, so here it is. :3

Things are finally settling down a bit. Work is the only thing I need to get sorted out (my current job is very very toxic but dear god the job market is ass now). I’m feeling more like myself again, and incrementally healing from the past year. My therapist diagnosed me with PTSD, so that’s been interesting to navigate. Overall… things are starting to feel okay again, things are starting to feel real again.

That being said - I’m still eating my way towards being an immobile skunk. 🥰 But. I’m kinda changing my perspective on things a bit…

I’m going back to my soft-gaining era, when I was 13-15 and really really enjoying and savoring my body swelling up and getting softer before my very eyes. I’ve done the challenges, I’ve done the “freshman 100” (holy fuck was that fun), and now… I just wanna be a lazy, gluttonous stoner and let that lifestyle blow me up with lard, at whatever pace that is. I’m done comparing and competing, and truthfully a larger conversation needs to be had in the community about how we pit ourselves against one another - or how encouragers can pit us against/compare us to each other. But that’s for another day.

I just… I’ve always wanted to be fat. Ever since I was a kid. As FAT as I could be. But I don’t want to add pressure to myself when there’s so much else I’m working through and healing from, so… I’m just gonna enjoy the journey. I’ve come out to almost everyone in my life about being a gainer, furry, and being non-binary, and holy fuck. Coming out as a gainer was so positively received, and my friends often gift me food and snacks now. I feel so loved, genuinely, and am so happy that it was a positive experience. I feel like I can truly live authentically as a gainer, without hiding things, and it is so so so freeing.

All this rambling to say - I’m going to do my best to be more active on here again (and not let my messages sit for months at a time 🙈🫠😅), but it’s still going to be on my terms as I focus a bit more on myself and the things I need to work through. I cannot thank all of you enough for your support and love through all of the ups and downs, and even when I’m away I think of y’all and know I’m loved. From the bottom of my skunky lil’ heart…

Thank you. 💖

[brain-rot-central]

Is Tav keeping her pregnancy secret still bc she thinks AA will be too controlling and wants to hang on to her independence until she has to tell him or?? Kinda wondering bc in the last chap she was thinking about how he hides things from her lol 🙈

Basically.

There's also the whole thing where she doesn't trust him anymore post-ascension. She loves him but AA asking her to sacrifice her mortality as the only way to prove her love for him cut her deeply. Astarion has also always been a touch of a liar, bending truths to fit the perceived narrative he wants to give off. She realizes that will be a struggle with him, too. Basically the whole situation will be work, if she's considering getting back with him.

At this point in the fic, she's trying to see if she can trust him again, and is considering that maybe she was wrong to immediately reject his offer to live out their days together in immortality.

She really doesn't know what to do right now and is trying to "feel out" which direction to go in. The obvious answer would be to leave him, but that was before she got pregnant. She didn't plan on getting pregnant, or even thought that she would. Tav really thought they could just have a casual relationship because, let's be honest, the sex with Astarion is amazing and who the hell wouldn't want that lmao. Ain't no shame in the girl wanting some good dick.

She slept with Astarion multiple times during their journey together and she never fell pregnant, likely due to him being a severely underfed vampire spawn. Because of that, she, nor he, realized this was even a possibility now. He still doesn't. Tav is at least trying to do what she feels is the right thing in this situation by giving their relationship a second chance. Astarion deserves an opportunity to be a father, but he has to come to his senses enough for that to happen. Anyone can make a child, but that doesn't mean you deserve to be a parent.

AA kind of looks at Tav coming back to him as a victory. That he played his cards well enough that she let him start pulling at her strings. He has a horrible need for control in any and all situations, and grows increasingly paranoid when things aren't going as he planned. He does not like being confronted about who he is or was, and is jealous of how much Tav cared for who he was pre-ascension.

To him, he doesn't understand why she can't accept him as he is now. He sees no wrong in what he did or the man he's become, as he did it in part for her. For them. To him, he's self-less in his endeavors. He'll burn the entire world to the ground if it means keeping her safe. He'll share his whole palace and all of his riches with her. He'll put her in the very best of everything; she'll have choice blood to drink everyday and will never know what it's like to be on the brink of starvation.

He will never tell her he loves her, as the word is tainted and in a way admits vulnerability, but he'll do his very best to show her. But he needs her to trust him in delivering her into the night. Trust him to make good on what he says, that the whole experience will go by in a flash, completely pain free. Entirely different from his experience. And they'll live out their eternal lives together with her forever by his side. They'll be the most feared couple in Faerûn, and have songs written about them.

Though until she agrees to let him do that, AA will continue to play his game.

Tav wants him to respect her decision to remain mortal if they're going to be together, even if it means she dies from old age. Because that's her decision to make. It's her life. Astarion shouldn't take that from her, or need that for him to accept her love for him.

But the thought of Tav dying or becoming old and frail terrifies him, because deep down he loves her. He's so deeply connected to her emotionally that the thought of her no longer existing one day shakes him to the core. It's a major fear he has (although he'll never admit it), that she will pass before he has the opportunity to turn her, or in his mind, "save her."

The TL;DR answer is they're two idiots who are still in love with one another but neither of them knows how to just come out and say it.

Hence, the events of Sonnet lmao. Hope this clarified some stuff for you!