rochelledlo

[royaltea000]

I made ruffcup children ocs🧍‍♂️

Huffnut Horrendous Haddock (left)

- younger twin

- likes cartography and exploration

Puffnut Heretic Haddock (right)

- older twin

- is into blacksmithing but only makes contraptions of chaos

Bonus concept sketches

Thank you for looking they are both 6’2 and evil in a funny way

[hargreeves-duncan]

Can I request five x reader (takes place in s2) where reader (five’s partner) gets sent to Dallas around a year before five comes and after he does and reader sees him, she immediately tackles him on the spot and gives him many kisses. Maybe reader manages to work at a casino too

a/n: hi, thank you so much for your request! i haven’t written in a while so i'd love to hear your thoughts, enjoy!!

summary: it's been far too long since you've seen your boyfriend - he learns that the affectionate way.

warnings: reader works at a casino but there’s no actual gambling so🤷‍♀️

word count: 1.4k

You had to hand it to yourself, for someone who’d known next to nothing about life in the 1960s, you’d adapted pretty well. In no time at all, you’d managed to land yourself a job as a waitress in a casino. A very good one. It seemed in this timeline, Jack Ruby thought a casino would be a better investment than a night club - and for your part, you couldn’t say that he was wrong, nor could you complain.

The hours were long, but the pay was good enough and the other girls had taken you in as one of their own. You quickly began to excel. Strolling between the tables and flashing smiles was easy, second nature even. You developed the wit and charisma to charm the casino’s patrons without second thought, which meant you got more drinks served, more loyal customers and bigger tips to go along with them. 

Most nights the new life you’d built for yourself was more than enough but sometimes, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but yearn for what had come before - who had come before.

There was always a dull ache in your chest whenever you caught a fleeting glimpse of a lone, brown-haired man at one of the tables. In those moments, you could never stop yourself from believing for a slither of a second that Five had made it and he’d come right back to you.

You’d waited for him in that dingy, old alley for two weeks straight, because you knew that Five would never abandon his family like that. That something must’ve gone wrong, but it was okay because he’d come back and everything would be fine. That was what you told yourself. You were so sure he’d show up and solve everything in an instant, because that was what he always did. And when he hadn’t, it had almost destroyed you.

The first few months were gruelling, taking your first steps in the new world had taken a while. Grieving Five had taken longer. The obvious truth was staring you in the face. A year without contact from him or any of the other Hargreeves siblings? The probability was that you were the only one who had survived.

It was a truth that you were reluctant to admit, even now. One that led you to where you are today, starting yet another night shift, beside the casino’s bar, to serve a particularly rowdy Friday night crowd of patrons.

As you begin to set up, Mary-Anne, one of the other waitresses on shift, sidles up to you. Her honey-blonde curls bouncing around her ears as she leans against the bar. Trying to stifle her laugh, in her southern drawl, she says, “Has he tried talking to you yet?”

You raise an eyebrow at her, tilting your head to the side, “Has who tried talking to me yet?”

Her grin grows wider as she gestures to a table on the far corner of the room, laughing, “That little boy. Haven’t I said a million times that we oughta get tighter on the security in this place?”

She sighs, resting her hands on her hips, “I went over to him - trying to tell him that we don’t allow minors in here - and what’d he do?”

Deciding to humour her, you smile, looking down at her, “I’ve got no idea, tell me.”

She scoffs, shaking her head as she smiles, “He told me that he more than knew his way around place a place like this and that I had nothing to worry about with him. Can you imagine having the nerve like that at his age?”

The thought made you laugh. It reminded you of Five. His haggard temper in the body of his younger self always seemed to shock people in the very same way. You paused. It couldn’t be him, couldn’t it? You must be jumping to conclusions. After all this time, it’d make no sense if he was here now and yet…

“He said that?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you glance between the table and Mary-Anne. You squint, trying to see if you could recognise him.

A part of you felt silly and girlish for still holding out hope but this kid’s description was just too similar and besides, you were a teenager again, you were allowed to be lovesick and entirely delusional. It was practically your god-given right.

Mary-Anne nodded, loading her tray up with drinks of all shapes and sizes to cover her half of the room, “He did.”

Your eyes were locked onto the distant table, practically pleading for the kid to just turn around and let your hopes down already. Still, all that greeted you was the back of his head and the green fuzz of the poker table in front of him.

When you didn’t tear your eyes away, Mary-Anne looked you up and down, her baby blue eyes swimming with concern, “You alright there?”

Looking back at her, you sigh, already pent up at the possibility of Five being so close, “Yeah, I just… What did he look like?” You ask tentatively, biting your rouge-tinted, bottom lip between your teeth.

Mary-Anne hums in thought as she loads your tray for you, “Gosh, I don’t know - he had dark hair, was wearing a suit. It had the funniest, little emblem on it.” She says, tapping her chest in place of where it would’ve been.

Your eyes widen in shock and excitement as you process her words, “An umbrella! It was an umbrella, wasn’t it?”

Mary-Anne grins, giggling, “It was… how’d you know that?”

You couldn’t even answer her. You were already starting to tremble and hyperventilate, entirely overcome with nerves and joy and pure, unbridled excitement all at once. A year of being apart and now he was no more than a few strides away. Your smile brightens up like no other.

You slip your tray from over your head and place it down on the bar as you say, “Hey, cover for me, would you? I’ll be two seconds.”

Without waiting for her answer, you dash across the room - a flurry of giddiness bubbling up inside of you the closer you get. You tousle your hair and straighten your uniform, anything to keep your anxious fingers busy and to better yourself for something you’ve waited for for far too long.

Hearing heels coming towards him again, Five sighs in frustration and turns around in his chair, “Lady, I already told you-“

The breath feels like it’s been stolen from your throat as he turns to face you. It’s really, truly him. Your boyfriend is right there in front of you and you’ve never felt more relief than in this moment.

“Y/N.”

You’re not sure if you want to cry or scream or simply just take him in for the first time all over again. As you look over him, his piercing gaze, his dark hair and the freckle on his right cheek that you can’t count the number of times you’ve kissed, your eyes can’t help but be drawn to his lips.

God, how you’ve missed the feeling of them. You barely have time to think about what you’re doing before you’re cupping his face and pressing your lips against his once more, savouring every part of him in a way you’d never thought to before.

Your hands trail over every callous in his skin, memorising him with your fingertips, and as you pull back, Five’s gaze softens like nothing else as he smirks, “Hello, you.”

His hands reach out to cup your face, gazing over you as if he’s not entirely sure that you’re real. After all your time apart, you’re not sure either. You smile, nodding, “It’s me. It’s you. You’re here, you’re really here!”

You cup his face in return and you can’t help but press another kiss to his lips. He smiles fondly as you do. And so you kiss him again… and again on his cheek… and on his freckle… his chin… his forehead. Everywhere your lips can reach, you press them.

After a moment, he laughs weakly and reaches up to pull your hands away from his face and intertwines them with his own fingers instead, “Okay, love.” He says chasteningly, “Let’s calm down there, shall we?”

Your smile grows shyer as you right yourself, “Sorry.” You say, brushing your hair away from your face.

He shakes his head, brushing your hair back for you and then guiding you by the waist to the seat beside him, “No, don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry. Believe me, I’m just as happy to see you. Really.”

It’s him who initiates the kiss this time. He’s soft, delicate almost, in the way that he kisses you, as if each movement of his lips is a new way of giving all of his love to you and promising that he won’t ever let you out of his sights again.

[cottoncandyclown123]

Hello everyone! I know it has been a very VERY long while since I’ve posted 😅 I’ve just been busy with my personal life and my motivation declined a lot for the past months.. but it has come back! And I missed posting here!

While I was away I made a few illustration of the main characters (and one villain)! I redesign a few of them and i am much more happier with there new designs! I hope you love them as much as I do!

First is my jttw oc, Tao Huwang! I changed is hairstyle to make it more accurate to Chinese culture (his previous hair didn’t make any sense idk what I was thinking) and made his clothes more fighting style but still classy! I saturated his colours a bit more to make him less grayish and made his face/expression more fox like. It’s not a HUGE redesign but still a much better one

Next is, Sun Wukong! I completely redesign his outfit because his old one was ugly as shit. I was mainly inspired by the Reborn version of Sun Wukong from the movie: Monkey King Reborn, but I guess if you know that movie it’s pretty obvious that I was inspired by him (I love that movie). I changed his eye color to a orange red to indicate more the furnace he was trapped in the beginning of story and made him have some battle scars! So yeah, big redesign from him!

Next is, Tripitaka! For Tripitaka I didn’t change anything major, just a few different details but not a very noticeable (ex: His hat, his staff, slightly colour change). But I did make his face lean more on the softer side to make him more friendly! So, no big difference.

Next is, Sandy! Just like Tao, I didn’t change anything major except his hairstyle. I made it longer and more curly, I also change his eyes to be more round than pointy. So yeah, just a few changes nothing to major!

Next is, Pigsy! For Pigsy, I changed nothing! Except, I changed his eyebrows a bit and put a tiny scar on one of them. But other than that, there is nothing to change!

Next is, Ao Lie! Again, like Tao and Sandy, I changed his hairstyle! I made it into a two ponytails because I think it would be funny to see a horse with two ponytails (plus it fits him), and I made his tail shorter to make him more horse like but still dragon-y. As for the rest, nothing as changed!

And finally, last one, Macaque! This one is actually not a redesign. I decided since I was redesign the others, that I should probably design one of the villains, and who could it be better to make a design than the fan favorite! I absolutely LOVE how I did him and tried to make his designs the opposite of Wukong, by making his colour the opposite (white for black, purple for red, grayish white fur for bright brown), making his “hair” longer, his outfit looser instead of tighter, his eyes more orange than red and giving him a hat (because I think it works on him)!

So yeah, that’s all of them (for now)! Thank you so much for being patient and I hope I can post more drawings soon! If you have any questions for the characters or any requests for the next character, than feel free to ask! Have a amazing day!

[blu3b3rrynightmar3]

The Foxes Mark - Prologue

hey y'all, decided I'd post the prologue for the story I've been working on. It's not the best and not exactly the same style as my writing now but I'm to lazy to re-write it

Tw/Cw: minor swearing, a drunk person, slight starvation [nothing too bad I promise]

Ellery walked in wistful circles around the pinewood table. Gazing upon the piles of goat cheese and steamed pork that lay proudly in the center. It was tempting to forget all forms of manners and leap for the feast. She could almost taste the buttered yams, fatty pig, and the fizzy assortment of drinks, all skillfully made by the cooks.

Her mouth watered from the simple thought of filling her stomach to the brim with the rich meal; she hadn’t had the chance to eat in the past week, which had dragged on each day longer than the last. The older maids, like Trisha or Penelope, filled those unforgettably cruel hours with the sizzle of pork patties on the spit and anxious chatter, acting as mothers to her when they could.

Ellery’s spine tingled as the glares of the other children bore into her, hungry, tired, and lonely, who limped around the place. They would have given anything to be as close to the food as she was now. 

The hauntingly silent estate echoed with each footstep. The usual chatter of well-fed guests and wealthy women had forsaken it. Leaving a barren wasteland of jewels in its wake. If she had the chance to be one of those women… powerful, extraordinary, and undefeated, she would take it. She began to imagine how different her life would be and how strange it must be to be surrounded by opportunities, just waiting for her, begging for her to pay them any notice. Why was the world so unjust, with no good reason whatsoever? Why was it dominated by the more fortunate and entitled princesses (and princes and any ‘child’) of the rich-pussy-faced-brats that only have fluff between their two large, ridiculously gem-infested ears? Ellery was so caught up in her own world of imagination and anger that she didn’t notice the kerplunk of heavily gilded shoes (that belonged to one of those dufuseses) heading towards the dining hall. A towering, middle-aged man, though he looked 90 years old at least, was using a powdered-white crescent of dark hair attached to his ghostly pale scalp that stuck out like a spotlight, as hair.      

This ridiculous spectacle stumbled drunkenly out of one doorway. His rather ugly brown mustache was well-groomed and hung down in two thick strands on either side. Giving him an appearance very similar to that of an overdressed, unruly, and quite disgusting walrus.

He fell-trip-walked over to the table with a kind of unapproachable “elegance” only the most unfathomably rich and peculiar snobs can pull off. His body twitched in annoyance as he saw her there, standing in front of the table, shaking from cold as the breeze drafted in from the newly opened door. Ellery’s hands were still shaking from hunger and an uncontrollable rage (that had most definitely erupted from some of her previous recollections) that she passed these rather obvious red flags by as useless information.

She glared at him as he dipped his finger in the spicy turkey gravy, licking it off with a long salmon tongue that lolled spine-tinglingly limp from his wide gaping mouth. The walrus man turned on her. His facial hair and absurd jowls jiggled ominously as his head swung around to face her. She supposed she was meant to be scared, but the official was far too ridiculous looking and she couldn’t get the image of an abominable walrus out of her head. 

She stepped back a pace, her hands shakily moved to her knotted braids as she tried, with little success, to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“What’er yew dooing hereh?” He slurred boisterously, leaning forward and plucking a sprig of thyme from her hair, which she had painstakingly woven in within the few minutes she had alone in her shared quarters, and tossed it carelessly at Sal.

A rather small yet confident girl around the age of 13 with deep amber skin and large clear violet eyes.

Normally Sal would have caught the parcel with unmatched precision, but the hunger that bore down on all of us overcame her reflexes as she fumbled to catch the thing.

 The sprig flopped to the ground as Sal’s hands fell limp, and I, who had moments before been on the brink of laughter, was instantly turned to an unbearable rage.

Without thinking, which might have saved the situation, slapped walruses hand as he reached for another sprig of plant matter. He leapt back, appalled and shrieking. She could tell her assault startled him, and honestly, it startled her too. As she stared at the man, previously referred to as a walrus, her hands shook even harder. She glared down at him.

He appeared smaller, helpless, and decrepit on the floor... resembling an unimaginably disgusting harbor seal that had gotten into its mother’s makeup.

[zelimpa-realness]

Ummm idk how posting fanfics works here but I wrote a little Zelimpa oneshot and I thought I’d share it here

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Birds chirped as the sun fell over the princess’s eyes, waking her gently into a warm embrace. The actual warm embrace she felt however, came from a certain white haired individual, whose arms clung to Zelda’s waist securely. Rubbing her eyes, the blonde tried to discern how the two ended up in such a situation.

The day prior, Zelda and Impa found themselves traversing through the Faron woods in search of someone who could give them information that might help Zelda feel more connected with the land. Perhaps if she became engrossed with the history, unlocking her power at the spring would prove an easier task.

“Your Majesty,” there was that voice of pity again, “It’s getting late, perhaps we should seek shelter?” Golden beams sliced through the canopy as the setting sun illuminated the woods before them.

The princess groaned mentally, she was stubborn but she found that Impa was more so. They had not made nearly enough progress. Even if Zelda insisted she was fine and did not need rest, Impa would not give up on escorting her to safety.

“I suppose you are right.” Despite her efforts, her words came out sounding sad, with a twinge of anger.

Impa, ever stoic, nodded silently. Did nothing phase her? Zelda was feeling rather annoyed, and Impa’s inate ability to remain calm was only fueling the fire.

They continued to walk about the dense jungle, Impa scanning the land and Zelda’s eyes glued to the ground.

“This cave is shallow, so I doubt we’ll have trouble with keese, and it will shelter us from the weather. Is this spot okay with you, princess?”

Zelda merely nodded, afraid that if she tried to speak, nothing but choked sobs would escape her lips.

As Impa set down their bag, Zelda found herself staring as she often did. The swift movements of the Sheikah were engrossing, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way her brown eyes practically glowed in the setting sun, the way her brow furrowed in focus. All of it, the princess concluded, was utterly irritating.

Long had she been tormented by thoughts of the royal advisor. It certainly did not make unlocking her powers any easier.

“Is there something on my face?” Impa fiddled with her hands anxiously. Zelda’s gaze had not gone unnoticed like she had hoped.

“Ah! Sorry, no… it’s nothing” Her feet became incredibly interesting right then, she simply could not tear her eyes away from them. Nor could she meet Impa’s gaze.

“You should get some rest, Princess. I will keep watch so please don’t worry.”

“…And when will you rest?”

“I’m not tired.” Impa lied, after a long pause.

Silence between the two was typically pleasant; today however, it felt tense.

“I want to stay up a while longer, I’ll warm up by the fire before I sleep.”

“As you wish, your majesty.”

The princess took a seat next to her advisor, a bit too close to her advisor actually. Moving away though, would admit that she had sat too close and things were awkward enough as is. Impa probably didn’t mind anyway, right? After all, the closer the princess was to her the easier it would be to protect her.

Despite her insistence to stay awake, Zelda fought an uphill battle against her drooping eyelids. Of course she was tired; she had spent all day on her feet, stressing about the power she still did not have. Her last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were about Impa: Why was she so patient with Zelda? Why did she always insist on protecting her when she had a knight to do so? Why wasn’t she pushing Zelda off of her shoulder? Why was she petting her head as she fell asleep at her side?

For Impa, the princess showing vulnerability around her was rare, yet absolutely welcome. She works entirely too hard, and was far too tough on herself, the advisor would say. Sleep had trouble finding her majesty. So if sleeping on Impa would allow her some proper rest, then so be it.

Once it was obvious that Zelda had slipped into a deep slumber, her advisor attempted to move her to a cot, so that she would not cramp her already stiff neck. Zelda however, was clearly unsatisfied with being removed from her advisor’s shoulder, as she clung to Impa with a strength she did not think possible.

“Well… now what…” Impa pondered, currently planked over the princess as if playing a game of twister. It would be difficult to pry herself from Zelda’s grip without bonking their foreheads together and lethargy made it difficult to continue troubleshooting. So she did the only logical thing, fell asleep right where Zelda held her.

Zelda, although surprised, did not move. White hair lay illuminated around Impa’s tranquil face in an ironic halo. Having her advisor, her best friend, her saving grace right here in her embrace was enough to satisfy her for a lifetime. And yet, it was not enough. The princess longed to reach her hand up: to brush aside the hair from the advisor’s face, to cusp her soft cheek, to caress her lips, to make her feel even just a fraction of Zelda’s love. Her mind however, hindered her heart, and her hand would not move from her side. So, to make up for it, she closed her eyes again and snuggled just a little closer to Impa… Zelda could have sworn she just heard a contented sigh.

[lesetoilesfous]

Happy Friday! :D For Nate/Anders, perhaps “The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken.” from the lyrics prompts?

Thank you! Ah gosh I had fun with this.

(If you’d like me to write you a da2 fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Anders/Nathaniel Howe

Characters: Anders, Nathaniel Howe

Tags: reference to past child abuse, Rendon Howe is a horrifying bastard, etc

Rating: Mature

“Naaaaaaaate. Nathaniel. Ser Howe. If this is some kind of sexy hide and seek thing I should warn you that I’m going to need a minute after our little lunchtime rendezvous.” Anders pauses, scratching his chin. “Then again, we could always experiment with the old warden stami- oh. Shit.”

Nathaniel is sitting in what Anders thinks might have been his father’s bedroom. It’s long since been ransacked, but there’s a grandiose air to the palatial size of the place that gives that impression. That, and the scent of blood. Anders wrinkles his nose as he tentatively crosses the threshold: eyes catching on the old stains littered around the room like paint flecks. 

Nathaniel is halfway to scrubbing at his red face, scowling as he gets hurriedly to his feet. Anders lifts his hands, palms forward in surrender. “Woah, woah, woah, slow down bronco.”

“I have no wish to speak with you.” Nathaniel snaps, trying to push past him. Anders catches him easily - he’s the taller of the two - and offers a grin when Nathaniel glares. 

“I get that a lot. So, uh, what’s going on?”

Nathaniel’s scowl deepens, his dark brown eyes almost black in the shadows of the room. “I don’t want to discuss it with you.”

He tries, again, to push past Anders. Again, Anders stops him. This close, Nate smells like leather and wood-polish, the bow he wears perpetually on his back gleaming like a gemstone. Anders tilts his head to the side, enjoying the soft swing of his hair. “Mm. And we both know you’re strong enough to lay me out if you really wanted to. So how about we skip the foreplay and you tell me why you’re crying in Daddy’s bedroom?”

Briefly, Nathaniel’s annoyance is broken by confusion. “How did you -?”

Bingo. Anders gestures at the vast scale of the bedroom, the carvings on the walls, the stains - all with a lazy gesture of his fingers. “I mean, I’m not actually a complete idiot, you know.”

Nathaniel snorts, and Anders rewards him for it with a bright grin, enjoying it when Nathaniel’s cheeks graze pink, his thin lips quirking into another smaller, softer smile. Anders thinks, sometimes, that he should tell Nathaniel how Circles work. But he also thinks that might mean the man stops labouring under the impression that he’s unaware of his obvious attraction to him, and that’d be tragic. Besides, for now, there are more pressing matters to deal with.

Satisfied that he’s no longer going to try and escape, Anders drops to sit cross-legged on the stone floor, careful to lean his weight on his good leg. He pats the flagstones beside him, trying to ignore the numbing cold of the stone under his bare thighs. 

After a moment, Nathaniel sighs, a gusty, performative thing that Anders thinks he could probably do competitively, and sits - in a far more graceful, less lopsided fashion than Anders had. He doesn’t look at him when he speaks. “It’s…nothing.” 

Anders nods, seriously, leaning forward to prop his chin on his fist. "For sure, definitely. You’re the kind of guy who often disappears only to show up in a dead relative’s bedroom crying. That’s just Nathaniel. Everyone says so.”

Nathaniel rolls his eyes, but his lips quirk in another smile, so Anders counts that as a win. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.” At this point, it’s more habit than anything, but Nathaniel’s eyes darken anyway, and Anders files that away to think about in more detail later. He relishes the tension for a moment, before reluctantly pushing them back on track. “Are you… missing him?”

Again, Nathaniel seems genuinely confused. “What? No!”

Anders spreads his arms in a surrendering shrug. “Sorry! Sorry, as I understand it people are normally fucking, sad when their Dad gets murdered in the middle of a coup. Shit, I don’t know, my old man was a bit of a dickhead.”

That, unfortunately, seems to be the bit that catches Nathaniel’s attention. “Really?”

Anders bites the inside of his cheek and breaks eye contact, suddenly all too aware of how eerily silent this bedroom is. “Yeah, you know. Standard.” As if on cue, his mind fills with vague memories. “Rough. Violent. Sold me out to the templars.” Anders forces himself to lift one shoulder in a shrug, drawing a smile across his face like steel wire. “Parents, am I right?”

Nathaniel doesn’t react to his grin this time, instead looking down at his calloused hands. Silence swells between them, and Anders doesn’t quite have the presence of mind to break it. Eventually, Nathaniel does.

“I thought it was normal.” Nathaniel speaks so quietly that Anders finds himself leaning in, though he isn’t entirely sure he wants to. Nathaniel clears his throat, but keeps his eyes fixed on his hands. “He said it was normal. He said I was lucky. If I was whipped, or didn’t eat, or -” Nathaniel stops, mouth snapping shut with a click of his teeth. Anders tries very hard not to feel like the room in which they’re sitting gets colder.

“Or?”

That’s all the encouragement Nathaniel needs. “There was this girl. When I was a boy. An elf. One of the servants. Nassa.” A flicker of a smile passes across his face, like the sun breaking through a clouded sky. Then it passes. “She was my age. And I…she was funny. Clever. Kind. I liked her. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk to the elves but I didn’t understand why.” Nathaniel’s jaw tightens, and he lifts his head, turning to look away from Anders into the corner of the room. “Father found out. So he brought me in here, and he made me watch, as he cut off each of her fingers.”

“Blood and ashes.” Anders swears, vehemently. The corner of Nathaniel’s mouth twitches in a bitter smile.

“I never saw her again. I don’t know if she died of her injuries, or…or worse.” Nathaniel chews the inside of his cheek. “I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I wasn’t allowed to rest, or play. It feels stupid, even now, to complain of living in such luxury but -”

“No. Don’t you dare. Not with me. Come on, you know me better than that.” Anders smiles, as encouragingly as he can, despite the horrible feeling in his chest that he will not want to hear what Nathaniel says next.

Nathaniel’s voice thickens, his dark eyes glittering in the shadows. “I was just so scared. All the time. And I thought - I thought it was normal? I thought that was just how everyone lived. But Mahariel…” Nathaniel trails off. The silence stretches between them, heavy with ghosts. Anders breathes, and tries not to think about anything at all. “I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.” The admission is quiet, and given on a voice that breaks as he says it. After a moment he glances up at Anders, gaze searching.

Anders offers his best smile, and leans forward, covering Nathaniel’s shorter, stronger fingers with his own. “Well, that’s easy, you’re Nathaniel Howe.” Nate starts to frown, opening his mouth, and Anders raises his voice as he continues.  “And you’re fucked up. Maybe more than you realised. But take it from a guy who’s made being broken his whole profession: it doesn’t actually change who you are.” Anders hesitates, expecting to be cut off. But Nathaniel is looking at him, and listening to him, and he isn’t entirely sure what to do with that. He swallows. “Like...yeah, they can cut you. And bully you and scare you and whatever else. But at the end of the day there’s alway this bit that’s just, essentially you. That was there before they started hurting you and that sticks around after. So your Dad was a monster, and that sucks, and if I had the right spells I’d bring him back just to burn him again myself.”

Nathaniel snorts, and Anders thinks that’s a victory. He’s turned their hands over, and laced their fingers together. Anders squeezes his hand. “But when push comes to shove, when the axe meets the ogre…you’re not a scared little boy any more. You’re all honourable and shit.” This time Nathaniel laughs out loud, and Anders grins, and his cheeks ache with it. “You’ve got integrity coming out your ears. You’re brave, and loyal, and dutiful. Picture of a storybook knight, Ser Aveline eat your heart out. And you are so much more than what he made of you.”

Nathaniel’s breath catches, and when he goes to pull his hand out of Anders’, Anders holds him tight. For a second, Nathaniel just looks at him, dark eyes almost unreadable. And then he’s surging forward, bow-calloused hand scratching at Anders’ cheek as he holds his face, tightly, and kisses him. Tears tickle Anders’ nose and cheeks, but he does Nathaniel the favour of not mentioning them, melting under the hunger of his kiss the way he always does and resolutely denying the butterflies in his stomach. After a moment that is both longer than it feels and far, far too short, Nathaniel pulls back, still holding Anders’ cheek. 

“Anders, I -” Nathaniel catches himself, and breaks eye contact, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”

Anders shrugs, and ignores his sudden nerves, offering a broad, bright smile. “Don’t mention it.”

Nathaniel snorts, and slopes easily to his feet, holding out a hand to him. Anders takes it, and lets himself be hauled up. Nathaniel looks up at him, and his hand slips out of Anders’ fingers. “I won’t.”

[ladywynne]

Gan Eden

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The Moon Boys enter eternity at a ripe old age, and it isn't the Field of Reeds

Notes: Written for Flash Fiction Friday prompt An Eternal Summer.

This is an exploration of the afterlife. I tried to be as respectful as possible of Jewish beliefs and I am sorry for any mistakes, but this isn't meant to be a re-creation of true beliefs. Just a fictionalized journey. It necessarily draws from my imagination and conceptual understanding as the author. I am not Jewish.

Also I am in no way minimizing Steven or Jake's identities as real, separate people. I have wondered about if the splitting of their personality also split their soul. This is a result of that thought process, which is ongoing for me.

I tried to give them happiness. I hope you enjoy.

CW: A short depiction of a peaceful death. Skip the first section if you don't want to read it.

Words: 976

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How do you comprehend the World to Come?

It was different this time…peaceful. They were holding Layla’s hand, and as their vision narrowed all they could see was her beautiful, lined, white-haloed face. 

When they were younger there was often only darkness before Khonshu thrust them painfully back into the body. Now there was light. It was white and pure. They rose, untethered, and the light encompassed them. 

***** 

Jake came to awareness on a shore. It was warm and bright though no sun was evident to hurt his eyes. He felt a gentle breeze in his curls and soft sand beneath his bare feet. And amazingly – the sea before him was crystal clear, so transparent he could see each colorful little fish as it swam. He felt only peace as he turned in a slow circle, taking in the summer around him. Past the shore was green as far as the eye could see. Beautiful paths lined with flowers of every shade meandered through lush vegetation, and in the far distance was a shining city. Best of all, standing apart from each other, a little distance down the shore were Marc and Steven. Their eyes met his and he walked to meet them.  

Marc and Steven were beautiful, their bodies hail and unblemished by scars, once again young men in their prime. Their faces were wonderful to see. They were completely unburdened. It was most obvious in Marc. There were no frown lines, no creased brow, and no sign of the wariness he had worn all his life. Jake almost didn’t recognize him. It was the most breathtaking thing Jake had ever seen and all he’d ever wanted. Not even Steven, awed by one of his passions, had ever conveyed such radiance in life. It made Jake complete to see it, and he felt cracks in his heart seal themselves.  

The three of them took each other in without speaking. Then, nearly as one, they grinned. Jake opened his arms to them, and they came, laughing and squeezing in an exuberant embrace. 

They stepped apart at the sound of someone nearby. Still smiling, they turned toward the newcomer. 

“Roro?” Marc choked out. 

“Hi,” their brother gave a little wave, very reminiscent of Steven. He was smiling too. He was a young man like them with the same brown hair, but straighter than theirs. Jake knew him, without a doubt, even though they never met in life. 

“Roro!” Marc said again, rushing forward to wrap Randall in a hug. Randall returned it, rocking back and forth with Marc and continuing to smile.  

“I’ve missed you,” Jake could barely make out Marc’s words, spoken into Randall’s neck. “So much.” 

Jake could see him squeeze Marc a bit tighter. “You were a great big brother, Marc. I never left you.”  

Marc made a little noise and held on a few moments longer before stepping back. Randall looked at Steven and Jake then. He wrapped them in a hug next, one on each side. “Thank you,” he whispered fiercely. “Thank you for taking care of him.” 

“It was our pleasure,” Steven said sincerely.  

When they separated Randall indicated the city in the distance. Looking more closely Jake saw that it was opalescent and set amongst the swaying green trees and grass-covered hills of summer. “There is more to see,” he said, “more people waiting for you. Gena, Jean-Paul, and abuela to name a few. But there are also hundreds that you helped during their lives. People who were able to pass on goodness only because of what you did. I want you to know that. Each of you made a difference. I’m so proud of you.” 

Jake didn’t know what to say to that, and he guessed the others didn’t either, but he felt grateful to have heard it.  

Randall went on, “Before that I have something to offer.” 

“What is it?” he asked, wondering what more there could be. 

“Healing,” Randall said simply. “You were born one soul. That ‘something missing’ you’ve felt? That was each other. You can be one soul again, if you choose. It won’t be like you were in life. It will be like you were before.” 

They looked at each other. Jake’s heart swelled just seeing their luminous faces. He knew his answer. He never wanted to be apart from them. Despite his peace and happiness in this moment, despite their nearness, he wished he could be still closer to them. Complete.  

Marc exchanged a nod with him. 

Steven was standing stock-still. He had known an individual adult life. Jake thought he may want that again, so he waited patiently. Finally, Steven blinked, then stepped forward and took one of their hands in each of his, “Let’s do it lads.” 

They smiled at each other again. Jake thought he had already smiled more than in the entirety of his life. Randall smiled too.  

Jake felt himself rising into the air and grabbed for Marc with his free hand. They rose a little way, the circle the three of them made spinning smoothly, but beginning to go a bit faster as they went. A light appeared in the center of their ring, just as pure and perfect as the one that led them here. As Jake watched, it began to grow. He held on to the others tighter. He had to… he wanted to tell them one more time, even if they already knew, would know in even more perfect clarity in just a moment, and even if the past seemed distant and extraneous now that they were here. “Marc. Steven.” He rushed to say it. “I love you.” 

Their faces shone like miniature stars as they looked at him, and when they merged the very last remnant of imperfection, the last whisper of fear or loneliness, was subsumed forever in unity. 

[theoracleofgiana]

Home of the Lost; Chapter Three; Tense Situations

(Chapter 3 has been finished. I wrote it then lost all of it, so here is the rewrite. Word count is 2,899. Tw: Zombies, cussing, talk about killing, spiraling. I hope you enjoy!)

Six years. The apocalypse started on January 15th. Did Emil have Elizabeth before it started? Did he have a partner and that's why they're going to Yellowstone? Did someone abandon a not even one-year-old baby? How did he take care of a baby in the apocalypse? A thousand thoughts go through Julian's head. It must be obvious on his face how Emil barks a laugh.

“Before you ask a million questions,” Emil says with a playful look daring Julian to disagree. “I found Liz the day before the apocalypse.” Julian lets out a small gasp and Emil ignores it. “I had friends to help me take care of her until she was old enough to travel. Then, we took off,” Emil lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “I wonder if she'll grow up to hate me for it.” Julian's heart clenches at the sad look on the man's face. He gently grabs Emil's face and looks him right in the eyes. “Emil, you're a wonderful father,” Julian is practically pleading but, he wants Emil to understand how much he means to Elizabeth. To him.

Emil seems to understand for now and gently bats Julian's hands away. “Yeah, sure,” He says with a slight blush. “You too.” Julian smiles at that. Deciding that was enough heavy topics for the night, Julian asks about Emil's favorite color. Emil lightly smacks him for the cliche question but, if Emil is always smiling and laughing brightly, Julian can't bring himself to care. He wants to make the brown-haired man happy all the time.

They talk about little things and life that no longer exists. Julian's eyes begin to droop and they call it a night. They head back to find the defenses undisturbed. It makes both of them relieved. They enter the room and barricade the door once inside. For extra protection, Emil had reasoned. Julian was too tired to argue or agree. He simply did as told so he could go to bed. Once everything's set up, he lays down next to Soul and smiles fondly at the teen's peaceful sleeping face. Julian drifts to sleep soon after.

The next morning he is woken up by a hyper kid and a semi-hyper teen chasing him. Emil stands off to the side packing things up. Julian sits up slowly trying to remember all that has happened. He rubs his eyes as the memories come back. His stomach growls and he tries to recall if he ate dinner. He comes up empty. When he finally coaxes his eyes open, he notices some jerky, fruit, and a protein bar next to him. Emil's airy chuckle startles him and he finds the man closer to him. Julian swears his heart skips a beat.

“Figured you needed some extra,” Emil explains as Julian stares at the food. He takes the jerky and starts eating it. Once his thoughts are more aware he decides to chat with Emil. “How long was I asleep?” Emil hums before responding. “Not too long. Besides we did stay up late,” That gives Julian pause. “How come you're awake then?”

“The kids, and I'm just used to staying up.”

”What do you mean?“

”Oh, you know, different experiences.“

”Now, what's that supposed to mean?!“

Emil gives Julian a look that makes the auburn man shut up. As much as Julian wanted to disagree, Emil was correct in the fact Julian wasn't used to staying up late. Luckily for both of them, the kids interrupt. Elizabeth barrels into Emil's arms and the older man doesn't so much as flinch. He takes it in stride and adjusts with no problem. It hits Julian at once.

Why wasn't he as close to Soul like them? Soul had only been 'his kid' for two years. Of course, they wouldn't know everything about each other. Julian will never know the person Soul was before the accident. Never know who Soul was when he was as young as Elizabeth. Never know what he liked when he was younger than he is now. He would never have the same relationship that Emil and Elizabeth have with Soul. Hell, it took Soul forever to even call him Jules. Julian's heart clenches at the idea of Soul hating or finding him overbearing. Was he overbearing? Was he pushing too hard?

As if he can tell Julian is spiraling, Soul places a hand on the older man's shoulder. “So,” The teen starts bringing Julian back to the present. “Are we sticking together?” Julian is torn between being annoyed or proud about how smart Soul is. “Yes, we're all traveling together,” He says instead with a small sigh. Emil gives him a pitying look. Elizabeth looks ecstatic. “Yay, Robin and I get to hang out more!” The little girl practically bounces up and down as she speaks. Julian finds it adorable but her sentence gives him pause.

”Robin?” Emil asks before he can. Elizabeth nods rapidly. She points at Soul who is staring intently at the ground now. “Robin.” Julian and Emil look at each as they try to process why Elizabeth would call Soul that. Emil seems to understand first, Julian following shortly after. They both dissolve into laughter. The was no way, right?

”Honeybee, do you call him Robin because he can lift you up?” Emil says when they finally catch their breaths. “And that his hair is red?” Julian adds, throwing a pitying glance at the clearly embarrassed teen. Elizabeth nods, clearly confused by the adult's reactions. “Robin can make me fly and he has red feathers,” She as if it's common knowledge. Julian has to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from laughing again. Emil looks away and stares at a wall, probably trying to laugh either. Soul pouts at the two of them and moves in front of Elizabeth. ”So what if I'm Robin,” The redhead says with confidence. “Elizabeth is a buzzing little bee.” He tickles the girl as he says the words. The little girl squeals and fails making Emil try and doge his daughter's punches. Laughter bubbles out of Julian and he looks at the scene fondly. They look happy and relaxed. Like nothing could ever break up such a wonderful family. Oh, they felt like a family. So soon? Julian is almost amazed by his ability to fall for someone so quickly. As he gets lost in his thoughts, Soul attacks him and the whole moment becomes a tickle fight.

When they finally catch their breaths, they start on their journey. They all fall into a routine of sticking to hidden paths and looting places they can. Emil loots with such ease, it makes Julian's head spin. Julian tries to help where he can. The kids stay close and play games together quietly. Among their looting, they find some tents and start camping in heavily wooded when they can. “For safety,” Emil had explained when Soul asked why. Emil talks with Julian more and looks at ease around the other man. It makes Julian's crush worsen and it gets harder not to just blurt it out. However, Julian doesn't think he could handle Emil hating him. For now, he keeps quiet. Especially, since they're only halfway through their journey.

”Earth to Julian? You with me?” Emil's voice brings Julian out of his thoughts. “I'm here, Chestnut,” Julian says with a wave of his hand. Emil doesn't catch fall for his bluff. “Uh, huh,” Emil crosses his arms as he speaks. “What were we talking about?” Julian tries to rack his brain for answers but comes up empty. “Uh, We were,” Julian is saved by Soul calling his name. “Oh, well, the kids are calling.” He sends an apologetic look to Emil before fast walking to the kids. He hears Emil scoff behind him but, it almost sounds fond. Sure he imagined it, Julian makes it to the kids. “What's up, kid?” He says as he notices the uncertainty on Soul's face.

Soul doesn't say anything. Instead, he points to something on the open road. Julian grabs Soul's shoulder and squeezes it gently. Emil comes up by that point. He sucks in a breath when he sees what they're looking at. Two black horses carry a trailer with a brown horse leading them. Julian counts four people visible. A large rifle sits on the back of the brown horse's rider. “Hunters,” Emil practically whispers, confirming Julian's worst fear.

When the apocalypse started a lot of people were under three categories. Alone, Neighbors, or Hunters. Alone are groups who don't take orders from others. People who stay close to only a few people. Their little group was counted under Alone at the moment. Neighbors are communities that blocked off streets and lived in false normality. These people are very cautious about who they let in. Hunters are people who have no qualms about killing others for supplies. They only care for the people within their group and no one else. Julian had heard rumors of a Hunter gang that didn't kill unless they had to. He doesn't believe it. All Hunter groups are cruel and it's rare for anyone to escape their grasp. Julian and Soul are some of the lucky ones.

Julian holds onto Soul while Elizabeth hides halfway behind the teen. Emil stands to the side of them, a bit more forward. Julian prays that they go by without noticing them. Unfortunately, they don't have such luck and the brown horse's rider notices them. The man grins and suddenly the group is stopping in front of them. Julian feels himself tense as the black-haired man dismounts his horse. “My, my, my, what do we have here?” He says as he approaches where they stand. Emil blocks him from getting too close to them. “Just passing through,” Julian says through clenched teeth. The man looks him up and down before scoffing. He turns his attention back on Emil, making Julian's blood boil. Emil takes it with grace. “We're heading to a town near the park. Want to show the kids the geyser,” He lies and Julian's anxiety eases just a little. The man looks unimpressed and makes a show of checking out Emil. The other group members look annoyed at the man and one tries to speak before closing her mouth without a sound.

”Come on, angel,” The man gets closer to Emil as he speaks and it takes everything in Julian not to get between them. “I thought we were close enough to each other things?” Emil huffs at the statement and glares at the man. “I wish to remind you that you're my ex then, Troy,” Julian mind swirls with what Emil says. They were dating? Emil dated a Hunter? Why? Did he not know Troy was a Hunter? Troy's unnerving smirk drops. “You're still on about that, angel?” Troy's voice is devoid of emotion yet Emil doesn't flinch. “Of course, I am,” Emil says keeping eye contact. Troy doesn't say anything and mounts his horse. He leaves without checking if the rest of the group follows him. The girl who almost spoke earlier, speaks now.

”Em, you know the rest of us wish you nothing but happiness,” Her voice is soft yet loud and Emil seems to relax at the sound of it. “Yeah, I know,” The man says with a small smile. “Thanks, Arely. Tell Topher I miss him for me.” Arely nods and says goodbye. Elizabeth comes out from behind Soul and gives a shy wave to the brunette. Arely returns it with a grin and the rest of the group leaves. Julian feels the adrenaline rushes out of him as soon as they're out of sight. “Let's set up camp soon,” Emil suggests and Julian doesn't have the energy to do anything but nod. The walk to a suitable campsite is silent and Julian is grateful for it.

Soul and Elizabeth head off to bed right after dinner. Julian wonders if it was planned or simply due to all the tense emotions. Emil helps clean up and Julian notices he's not as tense as before. He's even humming as he packs things away. Julian can feel his thoughts start to spiral again. How could anyone be so calm? Why does he look so relaxed? I thought I knew him. That thought makes the world freeze around him. How well could he possibly know Emil? They've only known each for about a month. He fell too quickly again. He made the same mistake again. This was a mistake. He should have told Emil no when he suggested traveling together. This is all his own fault. He has to keep Soul safe this time.

”Julian?” Emil's voice breaks his thoughts. He looks at the man and swallows thickly. “You and Troy?” The question sounds more like a statement even to Julian's ears. Emil doesn't pay it any mind. “I'm so sorry you had to witness that,” Emil covers his face and groans. “We had a rough break up.” Julian nods and part of him wants to ask more. “Arely and Topher?” He says instead and Emil looks at him with confusion. “I don't follow? Their my friends. My best friends even,” Emil says and a fond smile crosses his face. Julian feels bile rise in his throat at the sight of it. “Even though they're hunters?” He's stopped looking at Emil at this point. He can't stand the way his heart feels like it's breaking. Emil scoffs at the question. “Them being Hunters doesn't mean anything,” He sounds defensive and Julian feels numb. “Plus, it would be hypocritical of me.” That one sentence shatters Julian's heart. No. Never again. He won't let him near again. He won't her ever get hurt again.

Emil notices Julian's change in attitude, giving him a questioning look. Julian doesn't say anything and Emil seemingly lets it go. They finish the clean-up and head to bed. The rest of the trip is tense, to say the least. Emil tries to talk with Julian only to be greeted with nothing. Soul and Elizabeth seem to not notice anything. They all stay close to each but feel so far away. As they reach the town of Cody, Elizabeth grabs Julian's arm and drags him away from the other two. It sends Julian's mind into a panic but, he tries to play it cool. He follows Elizabeth into one of the Western-themed buildings.

“Why are you mad at Papa?” The question surprises Julian. He didn't think Elizabeth would have noticed. “I'm not mad at your Papa,” Julian says as he glances over shelves for anything useful. “Papa says it's not good to lie,” The little girl responds back. Julian sighs and when he looks at the girl, he knows he's not getting out of this. Elizabeth stands with her arms crossed and an unhappy frown on her face. She's a mirror of her father despite not sharing any blood. The thought wants to thaw Julian's hardend heart but, he shakes it away.

“Your Papa made me upset, that's all,” He hopes that the statement appeals to the little girl. Unfortunately for him, Elizabeth doesn't give up easily. “Why? What did he do?” She asks, making Julian sigh. “He hangs out with bad people, Elizabeth, that's what he did,” Julian wants to take his words back, fearful the girl might cry. Instead, she scoffs. “So,” She taps her foot clearly annoyed. “He did what he had to.” Julian blinks at that. “But, he's friends with them?” He says feeling awkward for some reason. “They've been friends forever. Papa tries to pretend he doesn't miss them but, I know he does,” Elizabeth looks at the ground while she speaks. Julian moves closer and reaches a hand out to comfort the girl. “I just want my papa happy,” Her voice is barely a whisper. Julian wraps his arms around her in a tight hug. Even if he doesn't understand Emil, it's better for the kids that they are at the very least good acquaintances.

He releases the girl after a few moments. Elizabeth smiles at him, hope clear in her eyes. Despite the girl's puffy eyes that Emil was sure to kill him for later, she looks happy. Julian feels a smile worm its way onto his own face. “Let's finish looking around,” He says, patting her head. Elizabeth giggles at the touch. “Are we going to get more stuff than them?” She asks, perking up at the idea of a competition. Julian grins in response. “For sure,” He says and Elizabeth takes off. He chuckles as the girl moves from shelf to shelf without really looking at them. He wonders for a brief moment if this was how Soul was when he was young. Shaking off the thoughts quickly, Julian follows the whirlwind of a kid around the shop.

As they gather supplies (Elizabeth pretending to look for a minute before giving up and Julian actually collecting things they need), Elizabeth talks about the adventures she's been on. Julian finds it adorable how she exaggerates everything. It takes him calling her Elizabeth a few times before she pouts at him. “What?” He asks as the little girl glares at him. “Call me Lizzy,” She says, before resuming her walk ahead of him. He sighs and shakes his head fondly. He hopes Emil and Soul are having a good time as well.

(A/n: Finally done. Time to go start chapter 4 and not lose it. The next chapter will be very heavy with understanding Emil and Julian better. I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful day!)

[deadlymistletoe]

Men and Flowers

Pairing: Dwalin x human!F!Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff

Description: Insecurities creep up on Dwalin when he sees you with a young, human man. How could you ever want a dwarf like him compared to that? Little does he know, there's only one person you want, and it’s not the human man.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2080

It started when Gandalf convinced the company to stop for supplies in a little human town on their way to the mountains.

Well, technically it started as soon as Gandalf introduced you to the company. He’d always thought that if he found his one it would be a darrowdam with a long, thick beard, but no. Instead he felt a warm rush of feelings he wouldn’t admit to having when you, a very beardless human lass smiled at him.

Thorin would never let him live it down if he found out.

So here he stood, with the other dwarves, watching as you spoke to a lad running a market stall filled with fresh fruit and flowers.

The humans weren’t used to seeing dwarves (or hobbits) in their town, so naturally, you had been chosen to do the shopping and communicate with the humans while Gandalf had disappeared off to who-knows-where yet again.

Dwalin could feel a frown creeping up on his face as you laughed at something the young man said. The man was around your age, he could tell, and he was everything a dwarf wasn’t. 

His light brown hair was neat and tidy as it hung around his face, and he had less of a beard than Kili which was saying something. His face was scar and tattoo free, without any signs of living a hard life, and he clearly knew how to make a girl laugh.

You had lingered at the store longer than you needed to, admiring the bright flowers as the man chatted easily with you, and now Dwalin was scrutinizing things he wouldn’t have had you been anyone else.

The man certainly wasn’t bad looking when it came to humans, and Dwalin’s mood soured even more as you smiled, accepting a single periwinkle blue flower from the boy who was clearly trying to charm you-and succeeding. 

Dwalin was knocked out of his brooding when someone nudged him in the side, and he turned to see Thorin looking at him knowingly.

“You're glaring. If looks could kill the lad would be dead ten times over.” Thorin’s voice was low, if slightly amused, to keep the others from hearing.

“Am I?” Dwalin muttered, glancing back at where you were slowly making your way back towards them.

“I don’t think you could be more obvious if you tried.” Dwalin sent a scowl at his friend for his offhand comment.

“Can’t you point out the obvious elsewhere then?”

All Dwalin received in reply was a shrug as Thorin moved away towards his nephews, most likely to break up their bickering before they began tussling on the ground in front of the humans.

~

That night Dwalin let out a quiet sigh as he leant back against the rock he sat by, his pipe in his hand as he took the first watch.

He knew it shouldn’t bother him, but his mind kept going back to your smile at the human man. 

For the first time in his life, Dwalin was feeling something he’d never felt before; insecure.

Then again, since he met you, he’d been feeling a lot of things he’d never felt before. He’d never wanted to win someone's love and affections before.

In Erebor, and Ered Luin he was built like any other dwarf; stocky and strong with scars and tattoos that would only be admired. But it was different now. You were a human, so wouldn’t you prefer a human man? Someone tall enough to kiss the top of your head, without any scars or imperfections that other human women would frown upon.

And don’t even get him started on building a family. He didn’t even have a home, or a job. He couldn’t offer you any of the stability required to start a family, or even just make sure you had a safe, warm home to go back to every night. Besides, he was way too old for you being 169 while you were only in your twenties.

Surely a young human man, your own age, in a peaceful village with a stable job would be better suited to give you these things, to have a human family with.

Dwalin didn’t even have the resources to make you a courting bead, let alone gift you the jewels you deserve.

Dwalin winced, thinking back on how he’d treated you when you’d brought back the supplies. He’d been rash, still sour from seeing you with the young man, and given you nothing more than a displeased grunt when you tried to speak to him, brushing you off. And he’d still had a scowl on his face too.

He’d seen the hurt and confusion in your eyes before Fili and Kili had whisked you away to see what you’d bought. Even Thorin had given him a raised eyebrow once you were out of the way.

It had only given him a small bit of satisfaction when you’d handed the flower to a blushing Bilbo whom he knew you had no romantic interest in rather than keep it for yourself.

As he lay down on his bedroll (he noticed you’d put yours further from his than usual, and therefore closer to Thorin of all people) after waking Ori for his watch, he promised himself he’d make it up to you, whether he had a chance with you or not. The least he could do was have your friendship.

~

It was the next afternoon, when the company was setting up camp and you went to collect mushrooms from a small patch you’d seen earlier that Thorin nudged him.

At his questioning look, the king nodded towards where you’d disappeared into the forest. “She shouldn’t go alone. We don’t know what may be following us.”

Surprisingly, after the initial cold treatment, Thorin had warmed up to you. Maybe it was the dwarven instinct to be protective of their women as there were so few, but the king, and the rest of the company, had silently agreed to make sure you came out of this alive and as unscathed as possible.

Dwalin glanced at where you’d disappeared before picking up his axe and nodding, following your path into the forest, only pausing when a patch of delicate purple and white flowers caught his eye.

~

You hummed quietly as you crouched down on the forest floor, using your small dagger to carefully cut mushrooms from the patch growing and tuck them into the small bag that hung across your body. They would go nicely in the stew Bombour was going to cook that night.

You thought back to the previous day. It had been nice to stop in the town, seeing other people for a change. The dwarves and Bilbo had certainly grown on you, but they were all men and you hadn’t seen anyone else for a while, so it had been nice to see some other people, and the fresh groceries were worth it.

The only thing, or rather person, that confused you was Dwalin. When you’d first met, he was silent and said next to nothing, but you’d thought he’d been warming up to you.

He was happy to answer your questions, and even took the time to teach you to fight after the troll incident. He smiled at you sometimes, and you’d taken to sleeping not far from him, feeling safe with the warrior nearby.

You knew, if you’d been talking to a group of human girls like those you grew up with, you all would have been giggling over your crush. Because that’s what it was. A crush that was strengthening every day, and you were sure that by the end of the journey you would be fully in love with Dwalin, whether he cared or not.

But between visiting the town, and leaving it, something had changed. You weren’t ignorant. You had seen the glare he’d been giving you while you were at the final stall, and seen the scowl he’d been wearing when you’d tried to talk to him after and he brushed you off with an annoyed grunt.

He hadn’t talked to you since then, and the last night you’d even moved your bedroll away from him, lest he not want you near him and get annoyed.

You let out a harsh sigh as you put your dagger back in your boot and stood up.

“You sound frustrated.” You spun around, hand going towards the hunting knife strapped to your waist before you saw who had spoken.

Dwalin. You stiffened. “You startled me.”

The dwarf stood in front of you, leaning against a tree, axes strapped in place on his back. “That was not my intention. Thorin sent me to make sure you were alright.”

Well there went any hope he’d come because he wanted to. “Of course he did.” You headed for the path back to the camp, intent on ignoring him.

“Y/N.” You would have kept walking but a strong hand caught your arm, forcing you to stop. You huffed, refusing to look back at the dwarf.

There was a moment of silence, which you were about to break when Dwalin spoke. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you upset with me.”

You turned around, surprised. “Upset with you? I thought you were the one upset with me, although I can’t figure out why.”

The dwarf shook his head, suddenly looking sheepish. “I wasn’t upset with you. I had no good reason to be.”

You furrowed your brows, confused. “But you were glaring at me. At the market. And then you seemed annoyed.”

Dwalin looked surprised. “You noticed that?” Before you could speak he continued. “I wasn’t glaring at you. Not really.” You were about to ask just who he was glaring at then but he rushed on. “It was the lad. The young man serving you. He was flirting with you…”

You tilted your head. Yes, he’d been flirting with you, but you really weren’t interested. You much preferred a certain dwarf. “So?”

“So I was…” Dwalin broke off, looking to the ground. Flustered, you realized. “This is stupid.” He mumbled quietly.

He threw a bouquet of purple and white flowers you hadn’t realized he’d been holding behind his back to the ground at his feet.

You don’t know why it hit you then, but you blinked as you stared at the fallen flowers, realization washing over you.

“Were these for me?” You crouched down as you spoke, gently picking up the bouquet and brushing dirt off the petals. As you stood back up you noticed that the leather strip holding the stems together was the one Dwalin usually wore on his wrist, occasionally using it to hold his hair back.

You looked questionably at Dwalin who looked embarrassed as he watched you examine the flowers. “Like I said… It was stupid. I shouldn't have even hoped…” He paused, taking a breath. “You don’t have to say anything, lass. I get it.”

“Get what?” Did the warrior not realize he was making your wishes come true?

“You’re better off with that human man. He’s your own age, he’ll be able to give you a family… he’s not old, and scarred like me. You can’t tell me he’s not the ideal man every human woman in her right mind would hope to marry.” 

You took a breath. You never thought you’d see this. Dwalin was insecure… because of a human man. 

A rush of boldness hit you. “Then I guess I'm not in my right mind. Because I’d much rather marry you. Yes, he was sweet… but I much prefer strong, grumpy dwarves with lots of tattoos.”

The expression he gave you only made you continue. “I don’t need a house, or promises of a family. I want to be with someone because I love them, human or not, wealthy or not, it doesn’t matter.”

His expression grew more hopeful, although you could tell there were still doubts.

“I want someone who picks me flowers because they make him think of me. I want you Dwalin, can’t you see that?”

He moved closer, his voice rumbling as he brushed his fingers against your cheek. “I think I see it now.”

You smiled softly. Finally.

“Kiss me?”

“Of course. As many kisses as you want.”

~

And that night, when Dwalin set up his bedroll right next to yours and put his arm around you, the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep was his whispered words.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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Rejected

Summary: y/n has had a crush on Theo for years. Theo always gave y/n hints that he felt the same way

Pairing: Theo Nott x Slytherin Fem!reader

Warning: not proof read! eh angst?? just sad sad one sided shit, this represents me

A/N: a short oneshot literally based off of something that happened recently, and I think that writing this will help me move on :)

Pic from @/lorenzo_zurzolo on Instagram

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My mind was always on him. Whenever I thought about my future, I always imagined that it would be with him.

The way he smiled at me. The way he sang to me on our way home on the train. The way he would wait outside of my class so we can walk together. The way that he asked me to get matching shoes with him. The way that he would trap me against the railing when we would watch the other houses play quidditch.

It all showed that he wanted a future with me too.

I’ve known him since Year 2, he was my best friend. I didn’t realize that I fancied him until Year 4, and now we are in our last year at Hogwarts.

Everyone knew that it was us two, nobody ever came in between us. Though, time was the only one who was able to.

“What are you thinking about?” Pansy bumped my shoulder as I left my imagination.

“Nothing.” I said, looking down at the plate of food I haven’t touched yet.

“Well, just to let you know that Theo has been staring at you for a few minutes now.” she tried to make it unnoticeable that she was talking about him, when there was only two people between Pansy and Theo.

“Don’t make it obvious.” I moved Pansy’s face to look at me.

“You’re going to have to tell him.” she pointed at me with her fork.

“I know I know, I will.”

“When’s that?”

“Soon, before we graduate.”

Pansy let out a little giggle from her seat across from me.

“What?”

“Word already spread about you wanting him. If it got to Draco and Blaise, it probably already got to Theo.” she giggles as I drag my hands across my face.

“Fuck i’m screwed.”

“Do it soon. It’s better to just get it over with. We already know that he most definitely has feelings for you too, he just wants you to make the first move.” she straightened her posture, showing that she has confidence in the future relationship.

“Ugh fine.” I rolled my eyes at her as I stabbed the potatoes on my plate.

The rest of the school day I thought nonstop about all the things Theo and I have done together. The memories giving me butterflies.

Even though Theo and I aren’t best friends anymore, I still care for him. I watch his quidditch games and more.

Once the last class ended, I quickly rushed to Theo’s class in hope to catch him before he heads off to practice.

I saw his tall frame and brown hair among all the other students, he towered over them.

“Theo!” I chased after him, his strides longer than mine.

I called his name out again, this time catching his attention. He turned around and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n, what’s up?” he walked towards me, dodging the little kids in the halls.

His body towered over me, I felt so little next to him. His cheeks were a little red from the winds of Spring.

“Can I talk to you after your practice?” I looked up at him, my neck straining.

“Yeah, okay. What about?” he crossed his arms, his face showing that he’s confused.

“I don’t want you to be late to practice. I’ll see you in the common room later.” I leaned back and forth on my shoes, hoping that it didn’t show that I was nervous.

“Common room after practice, see you.” he quickly turned and made his way to the locker room.

Once I saw him walk away, my stomach began to crawl up my throat. I felt sick.

I rushed to my dorm, trying to calm down with big gulps of water. Pansy tried to calm me down by saying that everything will go as planned.

It felt like my lungs kept shrinking with every breath I took. The water in my stomach felt like it was going back out.

It was chaos.

“Y/n, you need to calm down. You’re going to pass out.” Pansy scrambled across our dorm as she tried to stop me from freaking out.

“I’m going to take a nap, wake me up when their practice gets done.” I fall backwards onto my bed, my mind going to different places to help me sleep.

After a long needed nap, I was woken up by Pansy throwing multiple pillows at me.

“Merlin! It took five pillows to wake you up!” I rubbed my eyes as I tried to figure out why she woke me up. “Get up! They just ended practice!”

I instantly sat up straight from my bed and my eyes widened. I murmured a ‘fuck’ under my breath.

I stood up and quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up before Theo got to the common room.

“Pans, I’m scared.” I cracked my knuckles, trying to release some nerves.

She gripped my shoulders, holding me still. “Either you do this and find out or it bugs you for years, you choose.”

“Shit. Okay.” I took a deep breath in. “Fuck it.”

I walked out of the dorm, my heart beating faster with every step I take.

I sit on the couch waiting for Theo to come back, watching the young ones play cards.

“Y/n” I froze at the sound of his voice.

I slowly turned my head to meet his face. “Theo, come sit.” I patted the cushion next to me.

“How about you little ones wash up before supper?” I told the kids. They nodded at me and cleaned up their game.

“So what’d you want to talk about?” He said, his head leaning against the back of the couch.

“Umm. Okay. I just wanted to talk about my feelings for you.” I looked down at my fingers, picking off the nail polish.

“Oh wow okay.” his cheeks warmed up, his eyes widened as he was still trying to process what I have said.

“It’s been a while and I wanted to get it off my chest before we graduate.” I shrugged my shoulders at him, but also trying to read his facial expressions.

“Y/n. I’m not looking for a relationship right now because of Uni.”

Nobody said anything about a relationship, silly boy.

I nodded my head.

“And I already told the girl i’m talking to from Beauxbaton the same thing.”

the girl he’s talking to?

I nodded my head some more.

“I get that. I just didn’t want to graduate without telling you, you know?” I avoided eye contact with him.

“Yeah. Sorry but thank you for telling me.” he pat my hand, reassuring me.

“Of course!” I put a fake smile on my face.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long has it been?”

Fuck. Do I tell him the truth and that it’s been five years? Do I lie and say it’s only been a couple of months?

“Good question, honestly I don’t know.” I let out a little giggle, thinking about how many hours and days i’ve wasted.

He laughed too. He rubbed my shoulder and quickly got up to go into his dorm, leaving me staring into the fire place.

I just sat there, watching the fire burn the wood. I sat there for a whole hour until I told myself to go back up to the dorm.

There Pansy was, sitting on her bed waiting for me

“Finally! What did he say?”

I looked at her emotionless.

“Oh my sweet girl.” she jumped up from her bed and tightly hugged me.

I just stood there, no tears. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel like throwing myself on my bed and crying into a pillow. I just felt numb.

Pansy walked me towards the bay window.

“Are you okay love?” her thumb rubbed at the back of my hand.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.” I whispered as I looked out the window, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You want to talk about it?”

I huffed.

“I just don’t understand. We all saw the signs right?” I looked at her for confirmation.

“Everyone did hun.”

“So I don’t get how he’s talking to someone else and gave me those signs.” my back leaned against the wall, my hands dragging over my face.

“How do you feel, now that you know?”

“I feel relieved, but also numb.” I shook my head side to side. “I don’t know.”

The whole night Pansy and I talked about what happened and why it didn’t work out. We talked about if I told him earlier, I could’ve had a chance.

All these possibilities but from the past.

After a few days, I felt refreshed. I feel that there’s nothing holding me back.

Still even a week later, I can still feel Theo’s stares at me. I don’t know why he stares, but it now it doesn’t give me butterflies, it makes me confused even more

But I’m growing and learning to detach from him. Everything will be okay, it just takes time.

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Hi could you do a mob!tom x pregnant!reader where tom takes a few days off of work to be with the reader and gets to experience love, anger, happy, emotional reader. Thank you.

Full Range || Mob!T.H.

Word Count: 1037

Warnings: Fighting, mood swings, pregnancy

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Tom had forgotten to inform you of the fact that he would still be there when you woke up, that his arm would still be resting around your waist when you peel your eyes open and you would still be nestled back into his chest. You felt your heart clench with joy when you opened your eyes and looked down at Tom’s hand pressed against your round belly, his fingers spread out as if he was trying to palm you like a basketball but you knew that it was just him trying to touch and protect as much of you as he possibly could, always the protector(even when he was asleep). You felt elated, a feeling of joy that was so all encompassing you felt suffocated, pulling away from Tom’s arms and struggling into a criss cross sitting position facing him. Your eyes focused on his face, admiring how at peace he looked, like he had no cares in the world, like he was just him, free of any mob related stress, just him, your Tom, in all of his exhausted glory. He snored softly, emitting a soft hick from his pursed thin lips and the noise was so undeniably adorable it brought tears to your eyes. Your hand spread across your swollen belly as you began to cry with joy that you had gotten to wake up with Tom, that he was in your shared bed with you, not off finding loopholes in the law, with you, tangible under your hands.

A muffled sob escaped your lips, it was joy but that could easily be misconstrued by the way you were a blubbering mess, snot dripping from your nose as you admired your husband. Your murmurd sobs apparently being enough to catch the attention of Tom’s attuned hearing, drawing him from his slumber as his brown eyes fluttered open, looking to wear he assumed he thought you would be laying to find you sitting with tears running down your cheeks as you caressed your stomach. The sight made his breathing catch in his throat, panic overtaking him as he shot into a sitting position and reached out for you, calloused palms that usually smelt of the grip of his pistol finding your cheeks, caressing your wet skin in an attempt to wipe away your tears.

“Love, what's wrong, are you okay? Is the baby okay? What is happening?” he rushed out, unable to contain his fear as he assessed your body for damage and finding none.

“You-you are here” you sobbed, pulling Tom as close as you could with your belly sticking out to separate the both of you.

“Of course I am love” he murmurs into your hair as you hold him tight but that seemed to be the wrong thing to say because as soon as the words left his lips he felt your body still under his touch. You weren’t reacting to his touch anymore, no longer letting your body melt into his hold, in fact you were rigid. “Love?” He asks as he pulled back from you. Your face was set in a stern expression.

“What do you mean of course?” you bite at him, spite lacing your voice.

“Love, what do you mean?” He tried to reach out for you but you pulled back farther, stepping back off the bed so you were standing in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest, forearm resting on the top of your tummy.

“You said ‘of course’ like it was some given thing when your normal work schedule is to be gone before I wake up!” you shout and it clicked in his brain, you were hormonal, mood swings to the 9s, that is why you were reacting this way.

“Love, I didnt me-” he tried to explain and reach out for you but you pulled back, making your way out of the bedroom door.

“No, Tom, not gonna work” you spoke as you disappeared over the threshold leaving Tom on the bed, reeling over the past couple minutes. You made your way downstairs in search of something to eat, you were eating for 2 at this point and were hungry nearly all of the time, waddling to the fridge in hopes of finding something yummy.

“TOM!” you screamed when you opened the fridge, not expecting the speed with which he would be at your side, seeing as you had left him upstairs, confused and still in bed.

“What? What is it, love?” Once again he traced your body with his eyes trying to assess for any obvious signs of damage or harm.

“You bought strawberries!” you cried out, sniffling a little with happy tears welling in your eyes yet again, bouncing on the soles of your swollen feet as you gripped the plastic container with joy.

“Oh, yes!” he sighed, body releasing the tension that it had been holding. “I got them before coming home yesterday because I thought you would want some,” he explained, only making you feel more happy and bouncy.

“Thank you so much Tommy!” you spoke just a little louder than necessary as you moved past him to wash the berries.

“You are very welcome but you are giving me a heart attack everytime you shout for me love, maybe there is a better method of getting my attention that we could find” Tom suggested, moving to close the door of the fridge that you had left open. As the stainless steel cooled the skin of his palm he watched you, noting how you once again went rigid. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“I was just trying to thank you Tom but I guess I can’t do that right can I?” you shouted, he knew it was the hormones, he knew that you were happy with him but these emotions were giving him whiplash. Like he had before he left you on your own, not following after you as you walked away to cool off but as soon as you were gone he let his head fall against the fridge door and released a deep breath.

“This is gonna be a long day” he spoke to his blurred and distorted reflection in the fridge door.

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: teasing your boyfriend is one of your favorite pastimes, but it almost always ends up with him showing you exactly who’s boss.

genre: smut, slight fluff, established lovers au

warnings: 18+. daddy kink, degradation, praise, edging, overstimulation, dom/sub themes, traffic light system, spitting, hair pulling, choking, cumplay, creampie, sensory deprivation (blindfold), spanking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, bratty reader, mating press, slight dumbification, slight pussyjob, slight aftercare, multiple orgasms, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, pet names

word count: 5.6k

author’s note: .........i literally have no words for this. it’s 5.6k words of fucking filth. the iwa slut club is open and my dumbass dived in. the iwa brain rot is REAL. will always salivate for this man. (if you understand what the title means then you have the biggest brain 😏) (unedited) (let me know if i’m missing any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

[9:13 PM]

you have to admit that you went too far with your antics this time.

“accidentally” brushing your fingers against his crotch, making his cock tent in his slacks as he slightly stumbled on his words to his colleagues. making eye contact with him while quietly moaning when you took a bite of the delicious food served to your table. subtly rubbing your dress-clad ass on his front as he ushered both of you out of the restaurant, claiming that an emergency came up and he had to “deal” with it immediately.  

the teasing didn’t end there, though. you were riling him up on the way home, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with half of his strength. you were duly expecting him to pull over and drag you to the backseat so he could pound your cunt until all you could do was chant his name like a prayer and finally cumming all over his fat cock. he didn’t do that though, and you were fairly disappointed.

you told him that and all he did was smirk at you, said you needed to be patient. his grip from the wheel loosened and he placed his warm hand on your thigh instead.

by the time hajime parked the car, you were reduced to tears because he  edged and teased you until you begged him to stop. you were so close to cumming. twice. his fingers were buried in your tight and wet cunt for the rest of the ride, lazily stroking your walls and thrusting them in and out, but never  grazing your sweet spot or your clit. the places where you needed his long and thick fingers the most.

as you walked to the door of the apartment, you could feel the slick from your bare pussy spread around your thighs and you shivered when the cold breeze caressed the mess down there. hajime chuckled, clearly amused at your predicament, one hand in his pocket rubbing and playing with the red lace that he ordered you to remove before he tortured your cunt.

“bad girls don’t have the privilege of wearing panties. take them off and give them to daddy,” he had said, and before you knew it, you handed your damp panties to him. he put the cloth to his nose and inhaled. your pussy gushed even more as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “your pussy always smells so sweet for daddy, baby. fuck,” hajime groaned as his pants grew tighter. you were a fool to expect that he would make you cum by just hearing his praise.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the apartment, clearly hoping for him to finish what he started, but this time with his cock balls deep inside of you as you spilled all around him. apparently, he had other plans for the night.

“get on the bed. hands and knees. now.”

he said in a tone that didn’t allow for disobedience, but you were never the type to follow him right away, and he knew that. it still didn’t stop him from ordering you, instead, it only enhanced his arousal, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

he untied his red tie from tonight’s dinner, and then he threw the narrow piece of cloth behind you where the bed was. looking at you in the eye, he slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles bulging against it. he discarded the material away, making it land on a heap on the floor.

you were rooted to your spot, your mouth instantly watering at the vision before you. the planes of his chest and abdomen, the veins protruding from his arms, the golden brown of his skin glistening in the low light of your shared room. you let your eyes devour him and fuck, he looks so sexy with his face flushed red, both in anger and growing arousal. you have never seen a more beautiful being in this world than iwaizumi hajime. you were anticipating what he could do to you, what he was about to do to you.

“don’t make daddy wait any longer, baby. get on the bed. hands and knees. now,”

you didn’t mean to, but iwaizumi hajime just brings out the brattiness in you—he does a damn good job of taming you too—and you opened your mouth before you even thought of the words spilling out of it.

“make me, daddy,” you told him in a faux sweet voice as you looked at him in the eye, neck straining as you maintained eye contact. he was just so big, so tall, so sexy.

he raised an eyebrow, emerald eyes flashing and jaw clenching as he heard your challenge. instead of him granting your wish of bickering back at you and throwing you on the bed, he slowly walked towards you and on instinct, you walked back until the back of your knees hit the bed and you lost your footing. hajime smirked and took it as a chance to lightly push you back on the bed. you yelped as the springs made you bounce up and down before you settled on the soft and slightly cold sheets.

you felt the bed dip as he leaned over you, thick arms on either side of your body. his warmth from his naked torso enveloping you, you took in his smell, minty with a dash of vanilla, and you internally chuckled at the thought. the only thing vanilla about him is his scent.

he broke your train of thought, however, as he nuzzled into your neck, slowly placing open mouthed kisses onto it because he knows it drives you insane, it’s the most sensitive part of your body after all, other than the obvious parts of course.

“you’re being very brave and naughty tonight, bunny, what’s gotten into you, huh? does daddy need to show you your place, hm?” he said in a mocking tone as he bit your neck, slowly releasing the skin as he let his hot and skilled tongue soothe the dull pain.

you whined pitifully, head melting at his ministrations and intoxicating scent, making more slick slide down from your neglected cunt as you stopped yourself from begging for more. “answer me, baby. use your big girl words. does daddy need to put his bratty bunny in her place?” he moved his head from your neck to your ear, lips whispering his promise, knowing that he’ll deliver.

“yes,” you moaned, the sensations overwhelming you, naked cunt clenching around nothing as it tries to soothe the ache that’s been building ever since he edged you twice in the car.

“yes what?” he asked as he rubbed his  covered cock on your bare pussy, thin fabric separating you from what you really needed. you realised that you’re still wearing your little black number, the one that made you confident enough to tease him endlessly tonight.

you were about to fix your mistake but he hovered his mouth on your right breast and sucked on the nipple through the thin fabric, his fingers reaching up to pay attention on the left as he rubbed and rolled the nipple between his nimble fingers. you didn’t wear a bra because the dress didn’t allow you to, so that was the only barrier between your tits and hajime’s talented mouth. “i’m s-sorry, yes daddy. f-fuck yes, play with my tits more, just like that,” you mewled as you arched your back on the bed, hips slightly rutting the air to relieve the pressure in your pussy.

hajime pulled away and sat on his heels. you cried out at the loss of contact and was about to reach for him but he interrupted you. “you’re in no position to tell me what to do, bunny. take what daddy gives you and don’t be greedy,” he growled as he slapped your outer thigh, dress constricting your overheated body. fuck, can he just rip this thing off of me, you thought to yourself.

you were going to desperately beg him to do so but he was ahead of you, he rolled your pliant body, making you lie on your stomach. you gasped as he moved to straddle your thighs and bunched the hem of your dress all the way to your lower back, exposing your cunt and ass to the cold air of the room causing you to shiver.

“my baby’s cunt is so wet, so needy. and this ass—fuck,” hajime threw his head back and groaned as his large hands squeezed the globes of your ass. he was practically obsessed with it, and that was proven with your memories of him kneading and slapping it during the times when he told you to get on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock as you gripped his thick thighs for balance, moaning like a whore because he was so fucking big and you could feel every vein and pulse throbbing in your pussy every time your thighs slapped on his skin—fuck, this is so not helping, you thought.

“your cunt’s clenching baby, what’s daddy’s girl thinking about, hm?” hajime taunted you in a mocking tone as he grinded his still clothed cock on your ass, hands squeezing the fat of it.

“thinking about your fat cock and how it feels so good inside of me, please, i need your cock daddy,” you cried out pathetically as you tried to roll your hips on the mattress,  pride flying out the window because all that matters is hajime getting a move on and burying his cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.

“is that so? you think you deserve to have daddy’s cock in your pussy? you’ve been so naughty tonight,” he taunted you as he inserted two thick fingers in your cunt, swirling around your walls. you whined and tried to fuck yourself against them. you’re dying for any kind of release, mind screaming for that orgasm that hajime has been neglecting to give you.

you heard it before you felt it. his warm hand connecting with your ass as he spanked you. “did i say you can fuck yourself on my fingers, whore?” you moaned and bucked your hips even more. he spanked your ass again, he knows you love it when he does this, he could feel it in the way your cunt squeezed and gushed around his fingers.

five more spanks later and your throat was already hoarse from moaning and begging him to fuck you. you know he’s torturing himself too with the way his breathing became heavier and the tell-tale sign of his pre-cum staining the front of his pants. “what’s your colour, baby?” hajime murmured, his hands massaging the marks on your ass, ever caring despite his previous actions. “green,” you whispered. he hummed in approval and opened his mouth to say something before you cut him off, oh how you’re going to pay for this later.

“p-please daddy, please fuck my pussy with your big fat cock, oh my god, please,” you begged, tears rushing down your face because it hurts. the pressure in your cunt was blinding, you needed your daddy’s cock and you needed it now. you never hated hajime’s iron restraint and slight sadism then and there, or so you told yourself.

you were still wearing your dress all this time and you wanted to yell at hajime to rip it off of you. you were about to, until you almost screamed in delight when you heard him unbuckling his pants and pulling his zipper down. you were going to flip yourself onto your back to watch his heavy cock bounce against his defined abs until he spanked your reddened ass again. “did i say you can move, whore?”

you moaned at his choice of words, yes, you are a whore for him, and you fucking love it. there’s nothing in this world you love more than being at his mercy.

you felt one hand move the zipper of your dress down while the other rubbed and soothed the handprints on your battered ass. “your ass looks even better with my marks, baby. such a good fucking girl for daddy,” hajime whispered against your back, soft lips trailing the path of your zipper.

he finally pulled the dress off of you and threw it on the floor along with his shirt. he rose to his knees as he stared at your body, hands tracing every part of you, making you moan at the soothing feeling as he massaged your back. his eyes roamed until he noticed the discarded red tie on the bed beside you and eyed it with interest. later, he smirked to himself.

he settled again as his sharp eyes focused on the glistening slick pouring out of your cunt from the way his hands were loving you. he tilted his head to the side as he brought his rough fingers to play with the wet strings between your legs.

“bet your pussy’s hurting so much right now baby, daddy’s been playing with it all night but he never let you cum, bet if i shove my fat cock up your wet cunt, you’re going to cum before i even finish the first stroke,” you moaned long and hard at the words coming out of his dirty mouth and bucked your hips again. he’s been edging himself as long as he’s been edging you. truth be told, he’s dying to slam his cock inside your cunt ever since the car ride but not yet, he’s still trying to teach you a lesson here.

both of you moaned as he slotted his dick between your ass, pre-cum wetting the junction and his slick falling to mix with yours, wetting the sheets beneath you even further.

before you could even say something, he flipped you over to your back and straddled your thighs as he loomed over you.

“here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” hajime whispered in his smoky voice, fingertips ghosting over your inner thigh, so close yet so far to where you need him. “i’m going to eat that slutty pussy,” he paused as his teeth grazed your lobe and gently bit it. this man. such a fucking tease. “and when i know you’re about to cum...i’m going to pull away,” he chuckled as he lifted his head from yours and looked you straight in the eye. you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came out of your lips.

“b-but daddy—” you whimpered. “but nothing, you little whore,” he growled. “you like to run that pretty mouth of yours, knowing just the right buttons to push to piss off your daddy. well, i have to punish you sometimes, don’t i?” he quirked a thick eyebrow, green eyes daring you to challenge him. even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, because his large hand was squeezing your face firmly, making your cheeks puff out and lips unintentionally forming into a pout. he released your face and placed both of his hands by your hips, just touching, not squeezing.

“now spread those legs, baby. show daddy his pretty pussy,” he said, and this time you followed him without question, despite the impending doom of him not giving you what you wanted, again. you spread your legs, putting them on either side of his strong thighs. you heard more than felt the squelching of your lower lips separating as you exposed your drenched cunt to the air, moaning and shivering at the oversensitivity. your mind slowly falling and falling until you could think about is him.

his eyes were trained on your soaking pussy, pink tongue wetting the bottom of his lips as he readied himself to go down on you. hajime took his time lowering himself, kissing and sucking your skin as he made red marks all over them, little moans spilling from your lips as more slick came out of your pussy, wet hole clenching around nothing.

“i wish you could see how slutty and messy your pussy looks right now, baby. so fucking wet, clenching around nothing. you really are my fucking whore, can’t wait to fucking devour this cunt, fuck,” hajime groaned as he ground his hips on the bed, cock aching and leaking.

you mewled and arched your back, gripping the sheets. every hot breath he released on your needy pussy making your head even hazier than before. hajime gripped your thighs for leverage as he licked one long and slow stripe against your slit. you don’t know if you screamed or not but finally, his mouth was on you. he chuckled at your reaction and the slight vibrations were sent to your clit, making you spasm until he took a hold of you again.

he spit on your cunt, not that he needed to, but he just wanted to watch his saliva mix with your slick before he tortures your pussy. you looked at him in wonder, a string of his spit connecting your pussy and his mouth. you couldn’t help but whine at how dirty and sexy he looks. he didn’t waste any more time so he parted your folds with two of his fingers and slowly sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and stroking around the bud. you screamed as your back bowed off the bed while his free hand pushed your stomach back down.

he moaned as he ate your pussy, the vibrations only amplifying your pleasure. the sounds coming from down there and your mouth were borderline pornographic as you pulled on his soft hair, rocking his face into your cunt as you tried to reach your sweet sweet orgasm. you moaned even louder, shame nowhere to be found as hajime inserted two thick fingers in your cunt while he licked and sucked on your puffy clit. the knot in your lower stomach threatening to burst if he continued like this any longer.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m g-gonna cum daddy! yesyesyes don’t stop, don’t fucking stop ha-haji–” you mewled loudly, choking at the end of your sentence, tears flowing down your cheeks as you were going to peak and finally cum all over his skilled fingers and talented mouth. his fingers thrusting faster in and out of your pussy and lips sucking harder on your clit. you were so close, just a few more–

“have you forgotten what i said, baby? i said i was going to pull away before you cum,” hajime mocked you, rising from you while his mouth and chin are soaking with your essence. his green eyes glowing with mischief as he licked his swollen and drenched lips. if you could black out, you would have. you can’t believe that you forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. tears were freely flowing down your cheeks now, pathetic whines and whimpers coming out of your mouth, legs shaking from the third failed orgasm of the night.

“don’t worry baby, daddy will make you cum tonight, so much that you’ll be begging for me stop because your little pussy can’t handle it anymore,” he ended his statement with him tracing your cheeks with his two soaking fingers, and putting them in his mouth, eyes shut as he moaned while sucking them. “taste so fucking divine, baby. i could fucking eat your cunt for hours,” he groaned as he rolled his neck to ease some of the tension in his body. “but that’s for another time, daddy’s got to fuck his good girl so well that she can’t walk the next day,” you shivered because hajime never ever breaks his promises. what he says will happen, will actually happen.

you studied him and noticed the trails of white on his abdomen. fuck, did he just cum? that makes one of us, you pouted. he noticed you looking at his cock, still so fucking hard even if he came, but you knew he’d only be satisfied once he’s inside of you, pounding your pussy until all your juices are running down his thighs.

“you want this cock, baby?” he asked as his large hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb smearing the pre-cum on his head as he taunted you with it. “i’ll give you this cock, but on one condition,” he leaned over to your ear, one arm supporting his weight. “i’m going to blindfold you,” he whispered. you felt your sweaty body stiffen, now that was a punishment.

every time you and hajime had sex, you always had a perfect view of him fucking you. hell, you only like being fucked from behind if there’s a mirror in front of you. he was god-like every time he was balls deep inside of you, and you absolutely love watching him own your pussy. for him to say that? you bit your lip in apprehension.

hajime smirked, he knew damn well how much you loved watching him wreck your pussy every time, but a punishment’s a punishment, and he never goes back on his word. “do we have a deal or not, bunny? you know i can leave you like this right? panting and aching from being on the edge, never allowing you to cum. but me? i can stroke my cock to this vision then blow my load on your stomach, and sleep comfortably beside you after. do you want—”

“n-no daddy! i’ll let you blindfold me, just please please put your cock inside of me. fuck my pussy, please!” you cried out in frustration, you’d do anything at this point just to have his fat cock inside of you.

hajime’s eyes flashed as he smiled devilishly, hand reaching for the red tie. “i want you on your hands and knees, slut,” he growled as he slapped your mound. you whimpered as you got into position, limbs shaking from all the stimulation.

he rose to his knees as he elegantly tied the blindfold around your eyes, slipping a finger in between to make sure it was firm enough to stay on but loose enough for you to feel comfortable. “that’s a good girl,” he purred as he rubbed your ass, satisfied with your prone position.

the moment he settled back on his heels was the moment you felt every sensation around you increase by tenfold, that’s what blocking a sense does to you. you inhaled deeply and took in the musky scent of you and hajime’s fluids in the air of the stuffy room.

“you’re so beautiful like this, baby,” hajime said in a whisper, hands worshipping your body as you moaned at the praise. he rested his warm hands on your hips, keeping a firm grip, preventing you from moving. you opened your mouth to beg him to put his cock in you until you felt his heavy weight and warmth hovering in front of your gaping hole.

he guided his cock to your cunt, smearing the slick of your pussy all over the tip before he slowly pushed it inside of you. you bunched the sheets in your hands as the both of you moaned from the pleasure of finally being connected. your body trembled even more as he was pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

before you even had the chance to think, he slammed his cock inside your throbbing pussy all the way to his base. “fuck, daddy!” you cried at the sudden force, your limbs and body shaking as you felt your cunt clench all around him, wetness trickling out of you as you moaned his name long and hard.

“fuck baby, you’re such a cockslut, you came before i even got to move. fuck, that’s so hot,” hajime groaned as he squeezed your hips, your pussy sucking in him even more as you tried to even your breathing from your first orgasm of the night, your blindfold only serving to enhance your long awaited release.

“we’re nowhere near done baby, daddy’s going to fuck this slutty pussy until dawn,” he growled as he braced himself, slipping out of your pussy until only his tip remained inside. he slammed himself inside your cunt once more, slick gushing out and forming a translucent ring around his cock.

he threw his head back and groaned as he finally fell into rhythm, hips snapping against your ass as the sounds of skin meeting skin filled the air. “yes daddy, just like that, yes oh my god,” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, not that you even wanted to because he was filling your pussy so well.

he was setting a pace so brutal that your trembling arms gave out from under you, moaning with reckless abandon as your face was smothered by the pillow. you turned your head to the side so you could breathe and moan for him.

he took one hand from your hip, never pausing or slowing down from his thrusts as he gathered both of your wrists in one hand, large enough that his fingers enveloped both of them. it was a stretch on your shoulders, but it was worth it because the new position made you arch your back more, nipples rubbing the sheets, adding more stimulation to your body. you love this new position because his cock is reaching more spots inside of you as he thrusted in and out.

“shit, you should see yourself baby, so drunk on my cock,” he groaned loudly, relishing in the way your cunt squeezed and throbbed all around him. “so fucking tight, so fucking wet. fuck,” both of you moaned as he hit that spot. his thrusts growing faster and harder as he was chasing his orgasm.

he let go of your wrists as he placed both of his hands on your hips, grip so tight that you’ll see bruises tomorrow morning. he was pounding your pussy now, cock hitting your cervix as you cried out for him, using your hips as leverage to fuck your shaking body back to his pulsing cock.

he choked out a groan as he reached forward and pulled your hair from the roots. he tilted your head back until you could feel the strain and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, baby. you’re such a good girl for daddy. won’t you cum for me?” he said seductively, breath panting as he thrusted faster, harder.

you moaned out a yes, knowing what you needed, hajime released your hair as his hand snaked around your stomach, reaching down to play with your clit as you were nearing your end.

“i’m gonna cum daddy, i’m gonna–yesyesyes right there, play with my clit–fuck!” you screamed as he pinched your clit with two fingers. your vision under the blindfold turned white as you gushed around his cock, moaning incoherently. hajime rode out your orgasm as his thrusts became sloppy and moans became more high pitched. he loudly orgasmed with your name and curses falling from his lips as he spilled his warm cum all over your insides. you moaned at the warmth of his cum filling your battered pussy. he untied the blindfold and threw it on the floor, his fingers gently rubbing your eyes to adjust to the low light of the room after being in the dark for some time.

both of you were heavily panting from your intense fucking when he slowly pulled out of you, cum gushing from your pussy down your thighs. “that’s a good cumslut, look at all that cum spilling from that slutty pussy,” he said in wonder, finger trailing the falling cum and inserting it back to your twitching cunt. you moaned at his words and actions, pussy still so fucking sensitive from everything that happened tonight.

“colour?” he asked, finger still swirling the cum inside your pussy, “green,” you sighed, even if you felt quite exhausted. “good. now get on your back and spread those legs wide. show daddy your filthy fucking cunt,” he ordered as he moved back on the bed to give you space to flip yourself.

your eyes widened at his demand, mouth falling open in shock as you watched his cock harden again and twitch against his sweaty abdomen. fuck this man and his endless stamina, you thought to yourself. he raised an eyebrow, “what? didn’t i say that i was going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?  until your naughty and greedy cunt can’t take it anymore?” he mocked you as he grabbed your hips and easily flipped you on your back, sensing that you weren’t going to follow him immediately. you moaned at his promise, anticipating your soon-to-be third orgasm of the night. at least you get to see him in his element now with your own two eyes, the punishment is over.

when you were positioned right where he wanted you to be, he spread your sore legs wide and rested his wet and twitching cock between your folds. “daddy loves your pussy so much, you know? always so ready, so needy, so good for his big fat cock,” he said as he rubbed his cock between your slit, groaning at the sensation. he gripped his cock and slapped your clit a few times with his cockhead before he slipped inside with ease, cum from the previous fucking overflowing from your pussy, sliding down your ass.

hajime squeezed your tender hips as he rode your pussy, thrusts increasing in speed the louder your moans got. you held his forearms, squeezing them as your tits bounced up and down on your chest. he moved his hands to your thighs, squeezing and slapping them as he moaned from the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock. he held both of your legs and moved them over his shoulders, cock going even deeper inside your pussy. you could hear the headboard hitting the wall and mattress squeaking as his thrusts increased in speed and strength.

“fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good! your cock’s stretching out my pussy so well, oh my god my pussy is made for you, only for you,” your voice shook as you praised hajime, nails leaving red lines down his back as he moaned from your needy words, practically folding you in half as he kissed you sloppily, tongues and teeth clashing. he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting the both of you, he slowly licked it off with his tongue and spit it back inside your mouth, “swallow,” he ordered, his thrusts slightly wavering as you followed with a moan of your own and extra squeeze of your slutty cunt.

his breathing became more erratic, heavier as he brings one hand from your shaking leg on his shoulders to put it around your throat as he thrusts harder and faster, cunt squeezing his cock, making him lightheaded, “you like that, baby? fuck, you really are daddy’s little slut. perfect pussy milking my cock for all its worth,” he groaned, his hand applying slight pressure at the sides of your neck.

you were nearing your orgasm, legs twitching and your moans becoming louder and higher. hajime’s groans and grunts were getting louder and louder as his eyes were trained on where the two of you were connected, his cock going in and out of your slutty pussy. he removed his hand from your throat and leg, clasping your hands, fingers intertwined with yours.

your legs fell from his shoulders and you planted your feet on the bed as you met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of your skin meeting his like a clap of thunder. your eyes were open but you couldn’t see anything, mouth open wide as your tongue lolled out, moaning unintelligible words as his cock hit your g-spot over and over.

hajime moved your intertwined hands between the both of you, tangled fingers playing with your clit, tears streaming down your face as your battered and overstimulated clit was about to reach yet another orgasm.

“da-daddy t-too m-much, oh my god,” you cried in both pleasure and pain. “you can do it baby, one more, give daddy one more orgasm, yes baby, just like that, cum for me, cum for daddy–FUCK!” hajime moaned in your ear, hips slamming into you so hard that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix.

he stiffened as he spilled all his load inside your pussy, hips slowing down as the both of you rode out your orgasms together. he swallowed your moans with his mouth, lips and tongue languidly sliding over yours as your chests rose up and down from the intense orgasm that you just experienced.

he slowly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, used to being so full of his cock. he stared at your gaping hole with fascination, creamy cum pouring from your pussy and falling down to the crevice of your ass. his fingers gathered the excess cum and tried his best to put it all back in your spent pussy. “can’t let it go to waste,” he said with a mischievous smile as you moaned from the stimulation.

after hajime was done “not letting it go to waste”, he stood up and you watched his muscular and sexy backside disappear to the bathroom. he came out a few moments later, warm towel in one hand as he wiped your inner thighs carefully so as to not spill the sticky mess of your cum and his between your legs. he was murmuring praises and reassurances in your ear, kissing your temple and hair.

he kissed you softly and sweetly as you laid naked in his strong arms, dirty sheets piled on the floor. “i love you baby, thank you for tonight,” he said with his eyes closed, lips stretched into that beautiful smile you loved. “i love you too hajime,” you replied, slowly drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

as he promised, you weren’t able to walk the next day.

[10:53 PM]

[hoodieofholland]

Omg congrats!!! I just can't stop thinking about Tom making reader squirt for the first time and she's all embarrassed by it but tom is assuring her that it was hot af 🌷

Thank youu! Sorry for taking that long, but here we go! Also i got a little carried away, dont mind it

Warnings: SMUT (+18), dom!tom, slight degradation (name calling), fingering (f), squirting, unprotected sex, typos for sure.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't deserve what was happening right, you had been a tease the whole day with Tom, walking around the house in nothing but his t-shirt, no panties in the way, bending every now and then just to pick something you dropped on purpose, and massaging his shoulders every time you made a shitty excuse to go and talk to him while he was working.

And now there were you, head dizzy, chest coming up and down in panting breathing while you approached your high for the fourth time in a row... or maybe it was the sixth? You couldn't remember anymore. Tom was edging you for so long that all you could sense now was the wetness between your legs, the squeaky sounds it made when his two fingers entered your throbbing pussy with determination.

"Are you close, my love?", he asks, his chest vibrating against your back, his lips on your ear, bitting your skin slightly from time to time. You bite your lips, too scared of the tricky question, but still too aware that it was nonsense keeping it from him -- Tom knew when you were close. He knew your body from your head to toe.

"Yes, Tommy", you whine lowly, voice lost in between your moans and incoherent pleads for release. "Please- let me come".

"Course, darling", though his voice held nothing but sweetness, you knew it wouldn't work that easy. He took his fingers out of you and you squirmed in protest. "But only when I'm sure my girl has learnt her lesson. Do you understand why I'm doing this? Eh?"

He grips your jaw, making you look at him. You can feel his hard cock against your back, throbbing with every movement you make towards him.

"Yes", you drawl, too weak to answer something else. In front of you, there's a mirror, the one that is always standing in your shared bedroom. Tom liked to keep it that way, so whenever you both felt like it, he'd fuck you in front of it. Usually, you loved it, you loved watching yourself come undone, watching Tom take control and fuck you to oblivion. But today, today was different.

You were a mess, completely wrecked, and though you loved the fact that it was Tom who made you feel like this, you wanted to reach your high desperately.

"Everything okay?", he asks, peppering kisses along your jaw. He always made sure to ask before going back to edging you again. You nod your head, but it's not enough. "What's the word, sweetheart?"

"Green... green, you can- keep going", you respond, bitting your lips and closing your eyes and his hand slides down your inner thigh, so close to your heat. "Please, I wanna cum".

Tom gives you a harsh slap there and you jolt. "You're gonna get what I give you, brat. What is it? Did you not learn a fucking thing?"

You exhale a sharp breathe and shake your head. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I'll be good, I promise".

"You sure are", he smirks, rubbing the skin smoothly. "Cause you're my good little thing, aren't you?"

You nod and try to reach his lips, turning your head to the side. He kisses you deeply, but only for a brief moment. "You wanna take my cock?"

Before you can realise, you're whining in response, trying to grind your ass against his length. "Fuck, you're so greedy", he moans in your ear. "I'm gonna give it to you, pretty girl. C'mere".

You manage to adjust your position to align yourself with him, knees on bed as you feel your arousal slipping between your legs. Tom's eyes are fixed in your ass, teeth grazing his lower lip as his hands are gripping your waist to help you align your entrance with his cock.

He teases you a bit more, his red tip brushing your clit until you are forcing yourself down on him. This wasn't supposed to be something you'd do, but fortunately for you, Tom didn't seem to mind this time, too anxious to get your walls hugging him tightly.

"Fuck, always so bloody tight, darling", he moans, planting his feet on the mattress before starting to pound into you. "No matter how many times I fuck this hole".

You whimper, your belly already tightening as your high was close already. "Tommy, please, don't stop".

Tom chuckles between whines coming from the back of his throat, "You like begging to me, don't you, baby? Don't even have to ask, my greedy little thing".

Your head falls back and Tom gets the chance to grip your jaw and kiss you hard, lips messy and sometimes losing their contact as he thrusts his hips deeper, faster, making the sounds of your skin slapping echo through the room.

"Shit, Tom, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum", you moan, your walls clenching around him viciously.

But before you can finally enjoy your sweet release, Tom pushes you towards the mattress, making you gasp in surprise. Your hair was all over the place, the palm of your hands laying flat against the mattress as your confused brain tries to catch on what was happening before Tom pulls out of you just to bottom out in a precise and deep thrust, the last one before he pulls out again.

"This is not how it works, sweetheart. Didn't learn anything, did you? Turn around, brat", he commands and you do as you're told, rolling on bed before he takes a hold of both of your wrists and pin your hands above your head. "You have to ask for it, love", he slaps the each one of your inner tights and you arch your back in pleasure and pain. "Thought it was pretty obvious by now".

"Fuck, fuck, 'm sorry, Tommy. Please, lemme cum", you cry out, bucking your hips towards him, but all you get is a mischievous smirk.

"You're gonna come, baby, but only after I'm finished. How does it sound, eh? Do you want my cum, pretty girl?"

You nod eagerly, licking your lips as he releases your hands. He takes a hold of his cock on one hand, lazily stroking it, and takes your hand on the other one, bringing it to his mouth. He places a kiss on the tip of your fingers, "You're gonna play with your clit f'me, alright? But you're not cumming. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Tommy", you whimper, bitting your lips as he licks your finger, spreading wetness before placing them over your bundle of nerves, and you start to give it slow circle motions, trying not to apply too much pressure to not cum before time.

"Yeah, baby, like that", he moans, fastening the movements of his hand over his length. "Oh, fuck, you're so gorgeous, 'm so fucking lucky".

You moan, breathing getting heavier as you bite your lips hard to hold yourself back.

"I'm close, darling", his shoulders fall towards you, his back curving as his high approaches violently. "Spread your legs a bit more"

"Cum on me, Tommy", you said, widening your legs, giving him enough view of your soaked core.

It took him only a few more intense strokes before he came, his white hot cum falling all over your pussy, making you clench around nothing. "Fuck, fuck", he rode himself through his high, eyes heavy as he tried to keep a look on you, on your bare pussy, your wetness and his cum painting you like a goddamn work of art. "Shit, look at you", he pants, recovering from his orgasm. "Gotta make you cum, pretty girl. Been so good to me".

You nod eagerly and jolt slightly when he slaps his hand over yours, taking it away from your clit and replacing with his thumb.

Tom straightened himself over bed, his eyes never leaving yours and he got down on you, his lips hungry and precise to make you cum as quick as possible and put and end to your suffering. You close your eyes, tilting your head back as your mouth falls open to a silent moan that gets stuck on the back of your throat.

Tom's fingers enters you and he doesn't take longer to curl them inside of you, making you whine and squirm with the closeness of your high.

"C'mon, love, you can cum now, cum on my mouth, pretty girl", he hums against your pussy lips, licking until he hits your clit, his fingers never stopping his work.

The edges, the great amount of stimulation, everything comes back to you as you orgasm hits your body, making you shiver and your body start to tremble. You moan Tom's name loudly, and he takes a hold of your hand when you starts to fist the sheets so strongly it gets your knuckles to turn white.

"Fuck, fuck, oh, my-", you let it all go away and feel the wetness of the sheets beneath you, while your hips buck towards Tom's face.

"Shit", you hear him gasp, taking his fingers out of you. You open your eyes slowly, breathing still coming in pants, and it takes a little while until you can focus on anything.

The first thing that you see is Tom's face covered in wetness, but it's not like other times he eats you out. His chin is visibly covered on it, and when you prop your elbows on the mattress to take a better look, you see his hands also covered on it. The sheets have a big stain of your cum and you can already feel your face turning red.

"You squirted", Tom said, eyes twinkling with something you couldn't recognize at first, a smirk on his face, but embarrassed as you felt, you assumed he was going to make fun of it.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry", you whined, covering your face with your hands. "Shit, I've never- I've never done that before, I'm really sorr-"

"What?", Tom gasped, taking your hands out of your face. The smirk was still there, his brown eyes deep and bright. "What are you apologizing for?"

You blink, a bit confused at first.

"Don't you- uh, don't you think it's... gross?"

Tom scoffs, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen", he said, eyebrows cocking. "And what the fuck, you mean, this was your first time doing it?"

You nod sheepishly and his smirk turn somehow even more cocky. "Fuck it, we need to do that again", he shakes his head un disbelief, leaning in to kiss you. You can taste yourself, "You're so fucking hot, darling, can't believe you're all mine".

You sigh in relief, easing yourself and letting yourself enjoy the kiss and the bliss you were still on after the intense orgasm. Eventually, Tom made you get out of bed, carrying you to a hot bath to take care of you and some light sores you might have gotten, but he didn't let you go get some rest before making sure you knew that was the first time, but not the last.

[monamourbladie-mb]

Better?

Anakin Skywalker x reader [SMUT]

lets... not mention how long i was gone, okay? 😅 i won’t be gone like this again, i promise 🥺 i’ll get right back on requests and such, i just really REALLY struggled on this for some reason... ive got honestly no clue why but eh, here it is. i hope it was worth it! sorry the request took so long anons. 💕 ALSO big shoutout to @anakinswhore for lowkey giving me the inspiration to finish this 🥺 (everytime i almost scrapped this i remembered that my favorite fic writer on tumblr told me i got this, so i knew i couldn’t give up on this :’) thank you so much!

Plot: Anakin gets home from desling with the Bad Batch and is cranky. To help them both unwind, Anakin decides to bring Y/n with him while he showers.

WC: 2.3k

warnings: finger fucking, piv sex, unprotected sex [sorry it’s awkward to write condoms n shit like that— let’s pretend the force works to prevent pregnancy 😭]

Y/n had set down her holo communicator and sighed in frustration, looking at the time.

It was nearing 11 pm, and Anakin had yet to respond to her call. He had promised to call her the moment his mission with the Bad Batch was over, and it was almost 4 hours over the time he had promised.

She grumbled to herself and set it into her desk drawer, standing up and walking to their bedroom. Since it was getting late, she decided to start getting ready for bed. She decided to forego a shower and take it in the morning instead, her exhaustion and worry getting the better of her.

Sliding on her robe, she put her (h/c) hair in a small bun, laying on the bed. She pulled the sheets back and sighed softly as the cold, sheen silk covered her body.

Laying on her side, she did her best to suppress the fears of why Anakin was taking so long to talk to her - trying to stay in a positive mindset. But of course, the turmoil and constant loss from the War made her think differently.

As her mind grew darker, her need for sleep depreciated as she grew more worried. Huffing in frustration when some time had passed and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, she sat up and grumbled to herself.

It wasn’t like she could call Obi-Wan or another member of the council to see if he was alright - it could raise suspicion since, besides working alongside him during some battles, she wasn’t always in contact with him during the War.

Just as she was about to get up to get some water, the door opened and she felt Anakin’s presence through the Force.

She immediately jumped out of bed, retying her robe and rushing out to meet him. “Anakin! Are you okay? It’s so late-“ she began as soon as she saw him.

He sighed snd shut the door, immediately taking off his robe and throwing it over the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said somewhat sternly, sounding exhausted.

“For what, Ani?” she frowned, crossing her arms. “Being late. As always...” he grumbled, walking over to her and kissing her cheek gently. “I didn’t mean to be, the mission went overtime, and we ran into some trouble.”

“Was it successful, at least?”

“Yeah, thankfully. Wasn’t at first, but, we got Echo home safe.”

“So... why do you seem so... down?” she bit her lip, following him into their bedroom.

“I’m exhausted, sweetheart. Completely drained. I’m sorry if I seem off, I was just put under tons of pressure between Rex and Hunter. They got in a big fistfight, and I had to break it up...” Anakin replied, sitting on the bed and sighing, resting his head in his hands.

“Oh, Ani...” she sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder snd rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry, I know the war is hard enough to deal with.”

He shrugged after a moment and grunted, leaning his head back as he sighed. “I think I’m going to take a shower and forget about this God awful day, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, I get it. I was planning on taking a shower too, actually, but I might later then.”

Anakin glanced over at her for a moment, sliding his tongue over his lips and letting out a low hum when she doesn’t move, “Aren’t you coming then?”

She raised a brow in confusion, “What? You want me to come with you?”

“You said you wanted to shower, right? Do it with me, no harm in that,” he responded.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the possible endings. She cautiously stood up, walking over to him, “You sure? I can wait, it’s no problem...”

“Y/n,” he said firmly. “What did I say?”

“You said come shower with me,” she repeated. Anakin nodded, “Well, do you want to or not?” he smirked slyly, crossing his arms and watching her curiously.

She took a moment to look up at him, moving up to kiss him gently, “Better get a move on then, you know I prefer it very hot,” she smirked.

He rolled his eyes playfully and deepened the kiss, moving his hands down her back slowly until she pulled away, “Now you’re the one holding us up.”

“Alright, alright, go and get things ready. I’ll be there.” He kissed her forehead gently then pulled away, walking out of the bathroom.

She suppressed a giggle and smile as she skipped to the bathroom, all the thoughts rushing through her mind as she imagined what could happen.

“You’re tired. He’s tired. I’m sure you’re just showering, don’t get your hopes up.”

Boy, that was a lie. She was brushing out her hair and Anakin stormed into the room, pressing her firmly against the counter, crashing his lips onto hers. She gasped into the kiss and dropped the brush onto the counter, gripping onto the counter sides to keep her up-right as he left no room between him, her, and the counter.

Her eyes fluttered close as he cups her cheeks, moving his human hand down the side of her face to her jawline slowly. “Take it all off,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against her soft lips. “I have other things in mind.

She whimpered against his mouth and pulled away for a moment, her chest heaving as she almost was gasping to catch her breath, “What about showering-?”

“Who says we’re not showering?” he smirked, undressing her with his eyes. She swallowed thickly at his gaze and moved to start striping down slowly, keeping eye contact with him.

“Now look at you, all riled up and nervous,” Anakin smirked crossing his arms and watching her.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that,” she said softly after she got her bra off, her hands starting to tremble from excitement and straight nerves.

“Why not? It’s getting you to tremble, I like it,” his voice gets darker as he moved closer to her, kissing behind her ear. He moved his long fingers over her panties and hooked them in, slowly pushing them down as they fell to her ankles.

She felt shy and exposed as he pulled away to admire his prize, his eyes growing darker as he watched her. He moved his large hands to her smaller waist and pulled her flush against him, keeping his gaze on her face now, “Are you going to get in?”

She nodded, trying to pull away but his grip on her hipbones was too tight. He loosened his grip just enough for her to slink into the warm shower, and he followed suit right after.

He moved his hand to rub her back gently, keeping his ever-darkening gaze transfixed on her smaller body.

She purposefully tried to ignore him, keeping her back turned to his front as she wets her hair under the warm water trickling from the showerhead, trying to occupy her mind with anything but the obvious - she and her lover were showering together.

Anakin trailed his hands lower then moved so his front was placed firmly against her back, kissing the back of her neck, “Don’t ignore me, sweetheart. You’re on edge, let me help you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I just,” she turned around and looked up at him and her breath hitched, gripping her hair tighter.

There her lover stood, towering over her with water droplets running down his long darkened brown curly hair onto his toned chest, the small droplets falling down his body over all his muscles.

An involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she shamelessly studied his figure, every inch, every angle... he was just perfect.

“You’re staring,” he smirked, his chuckle low as he pulled her flush against him, looking down at her with dark eyes, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said quickly, immediately slamming her lips onto his in a frenzied, heated swift movement. He let out a low growl against her lips in content as he pulled her as close as he could get her. She let out a soft moan into his lips as she felt his hard length press against her, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

“Now you’re needy, what changed, my love?” he pulled away from the intoxicating kiss to kiss and suck across her neck, making her moan softly, “I c-changed my mind,” she stammered, her mind blank and fuzzy with lust as her core began to throb with need.

“I can see that,” his voice was smooth yet deep, knowing he could do the slightest thing and get her riled up even further. He moved his hand and pushed her thigh up near his hip, moving it so he had more room as he danced his thumb over her clit slowly.

Her head fell against his chest and she let out tiny breathy whimpers against his skin, her hips jolting in surprise from the newfound pleasure, “Ani—“

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? You were acting all innocent earlier, and now that I'm rubbing my fingers all over you you’re a mess,” he clicked his tongue in teasing disapproval as he moved his pointer finger to slide into her heat quickly, alongside his middle finger.

Her eyes widened and she moaned loudly in approval, her heavy breathing against his chest quickening with each ministration.

“Ani, I j-just want you— please—!” she looked up at him with a lusty, needy gaze through her lashes, biting her lip to suppress more moans as he fucked her with his fingers. He grunted in response and curled them against her sweet spot, smirking at her reaction, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“N-No—! I want your... i want y-your... fuck, Anakin!” she moaned in response, her hips starting to shake as Anakin knew how close she was already.

He chuckled darkly and leaned against her neck, sucking roughly over her already darkening hickeys as he started pounding his fingers into her harder, rubbing her clit faster, “Use your words, little one, I know you can.”

She threw her head back in ecstasy as she moaned, falling off the edge into bliss as Anakin fucked her through it with his fingers, his eyes wandering across her body now quivering from intense pleasure, water droplets falling from her hair down her breasts.

She went to speak when he silences her with an intoxicatingly passionate kiss, cupping her cheek with his metal hand as he helped her ride her high out, “Good girl...” he mumbled against her lips.

She felt completely out of breath, gripping his bicep for support as he pulled his fingers out of her, using his metallic fingers to brush away some of the wet hair from her face.

He moved her body further from the warm water of the shower so she wouldn’t get water in her eyes as he leaned her against the wall. Keeping his hand firm on her hipbone, he moved her thighs apart gently and began to pump himself slowly, his breathing picking up.

He looked in her eyes and saw an intense lusty gaze he hadn’t seen in them for awhile - and he immediately knew she wanted to continue. He moved his free hand to cup the back of her neck, moving her closer so he can kiss her deeply as he pushed himself into her quickly.

She gasped in surprise against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up completely with one swift thrust.

She arched her back against him, gripping his back weakly as he immediately began rocking his hips into her at an unrelenting pace, grunting in her ear, “So fucking tight for me, angel... And so needy, letting me take you in the shower like this...”

She would never admit verbally just how much she loved his dirty talk, his dirty-natured words sending sparks throughout her pussy and her body as she gripped his hair tightly, “Please, this is all I’ve needed,” she moaned almost out of breath, her heart beating out of her chest as she tightened around him.

His loud growl in response edged her to start to roll her hips against his cock, and he smirked in response, leaning down to kiss across her throat, “So—fucking—tight...” he grunted into her ear, his cheeks burning bright red from the mixture of the hot sex and steamy shower.

Her legs buckled and he immediately gripped her closer to him and the wall, moving her to lean back against it more as he lifts her leg to get a deeper angle, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure grew too great.

With her already sensitive, her high build much faster than usual and she gripped his hair tighter, digging her fingernails into the back of his head as she panted, her eyes rolling back, “Anakin—!” she moaned weakly.

He recognized that needy, breathy moan all too well as he knew she was close without her needing to say it. He kisses hot open-mouthed kisses across her throat and collarbone, moaning for her to cum for him as he lazily moved his finger down to rub her through her orgasm; the constant throb of her walls sending him closer to the edge.

She let out a loud breathy moan as her high overtook her, letting out small squeals and moans into his ear as it washed over her. She immediately felt numb as it ran through her, the sight of her moaning and the feeling of her throbbing harder causing him to cum. He leaned his head against hers, moaning shakily as he leaned against the wall to steady himself as he fucked them through it, his metal hand firmly on her hipbone to keep them upright.

Her breathing was shaky and uneven as they came down from their highs, and he kissed her hurriedly and softly, “Better?” she muttered against his lips. Anakin nodded softly and chuckled, pulling out after it had fully faded snd pulling them back under the direct range of the water, “Much, much better.”

[thornedrose44]

Prompt: "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

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“What is it?” Kara huffed out, her frustration finally reaching critical mass.

“What’s what?” Alex replied, playing dumb by pretending to study the DEO’s monitors far too intently considering Kara had literally just dispatched the rogue villain of the week.

Kara crossed her arms, hip cocked forward slightly as she leant against the central console, blue eyes observing her sister's profile closely.

“Whatever you’re not telling me because you think it will upset me.” The superhero clarified bluntly, her social hesitation and uncertainty having dampened over the last few years.

She had learnt the hard way how important it was to never shy away from the truth and avoid speaking around the heart of the matter. It was a lesson she had absorbed completely, and it was one she refused to forget - needing to prove she had evolved, had bettered herself from the version that had required teaching in the first place.

“I’m not…” Alex refuted, shrugging dismissively but keeping her gaze trained forward, “There’s no-“

“Look, I’m asking you out of courtesy,” Kara cut in, “but you and I both know that I could just as easily ask Nia, and she would fold almost instantly.”

Alex grumbled irritably under her breath - Nia still had yet to build an effective resistance to Kara’s puppy dog eyes and this particular weakness had caused no small amount of trouble for Alex over the last five years.

“It is Lena related, right?” Kara checked, though it was completely unnecessary.

For Alex to actively try and keep a secret from her, it couldn’t be about anything else. And it had been more or less confirmed by her sister's reaction to her threatening to go to Nia.

“Just because I’m keeping a secret, doesn’t automatically mean it’s to do with Lena.” Alex tried, though the conviction behind her statement was weaker than wet tissue paper.

The redhead side-eyed her and Kara merely had to arch an unimpressed eyebrow in return for the DEO director to deflate.

“Okay maybe it’s a little to do with Lena.” Alex admitted with a wince, rubbing the back of her neck in defeat.

Kara threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s been over five years, okay? I’m fine!”

Her bellowed declaration of stability, made the nearby DEO agents look over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kara grimaced at the reaction and as such didn’t resist when Alex grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the central room and into her private office.

Alex turned to face her fully, lips pressed tight together and hands firm on her own hips (it had always annoyed Kara that Alex managed to make her signature superhero pose far more intimidating than her own attempts).

“Yelling I’m fine, definitely helps your case.” Alex retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kara had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed for a moment before launching into the same variation of the speech she gave every time there was a morsel of Lena news to be had. “I screwed up, okay? Big time screwed up - ‘regret it for the rest of my life’ screwed up!” Kara declared prompting a beleaguered sigh from her sister who knew the blatant lie that was coming next. “But I’ve made my peace with it. I won’t spiral into another depressive episode when I hear how happy she is.”

Alex shook her head, not even remotely convinced - not that Kara could blame her, the last time Alex had been pestered into telling her a Lena update, Kara had spent a weekend on a drinking binge that had successfully proven that there were limits even for a kryptonian.

“I don’t think-“ Alex began.

“What is it?” Kara demanded. “Is she getting another medal from the president?”

Alex shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Kara, you don’t want to know this.”

“Her and Kal save the world again?” Kara barrelled on, her lips curling into a jealous snarl. “The greatest Luthor and Super duo continue to make the world a better place?”

That particular news article had been printed and burned by Kara’s heat vision more times than she dared admit to anyone.

“Kara, please-“ Alex begged, expression crumpling as Kara relentlessly pushed.

“Tell me, I can take it.” Kara proclaimed, voice coming out high pitched and strained. “Is she dating someone again? Another famous actress? That Olympic male gymnast? What-“

“She’s getting married.”

A bomb must have gone off, Kara thought to herself.

A kryptonite bomb.

It was the only thing that could explain the ringing in her ears, and the way everything just… hurt.

A shard of kryptonite must have pierced her chest and cut her heart into jagged pieces. That was the only thing that could explain it.

“What?” She questioned, barely above a whisper. She didn’t quite recognise her own voice - it sounded shattered and unfamiliar. She also didn’t know what she was asking.

Didn’t know what ‘what’ was all about.

What just happened?

What did you say?

What post-apocalyptic reality are we living in now?

“Next week, she’s getting married.” Alex explained, giving Kara answers she no longer wanted. “Sam, Ruby, Kal and Lois are invited.”

She knew it should sting. Not being invited even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly five years. That she should feel something about the fact that Lena had omitted Alex, Brainy, Nia and J’onn as well - it further reinforced how Lena believed them to be Kara’s friends and never hers (which was one of the things Kara regretted most - how her poor treatment of Lena had infected and destroyed everyone else’s friendship with the youngest Luthor).

“To who?” Kara asked, tone cold, hollow… empty.

“Kara,” Alex murmured softly, reaching out to comfort her sister, “this clearly isn’t good for you.”

Kara jerked backwards so fast that the papers on Alex’s desk shot into the air, fluttering down around the sisters like snow.

“Just tell me!” Kara ordered, hands turned into white knuckle fists at her sides that would be capable of tearing through the strongest of metals. Her eyes heated but she managed to stave the fire in them as she glowered at her sister.

Alex slumped back, leaning heavily against her desk, running a frantic hand through her short hair. “Does it matter?” Alex muttered defeatedly, brown eyes filled with pity and sympathy as she stared up into Kara’s eyes.

“Of course it fucking matters,” Kara snapped in outrage before she had a chance to stop and think , “because it’s not me!”

The admission hung heavy and rotting between them. It wasn’t a revelation to either of them, though the fact that the intensity of Kara’s feelings hadn’t dampened despite the separation of half a decade was.

“Kara…” Alex breathed, standing back up and moving towards the blonde with the obvious intent of hugging her.

“I should get back to CatCo.” Kara mumbled, cheeks a fiery red with shame. She stepped hurriedly away from her sister and was already halfway out the door before she halted, turning back to call out a sad yet sincere. “Thanks for telling me.”

Xxx

“I genuinely don’t get why you love these films so much.” Lena remarked, hands cupping her just made cup of cocoa, nose adorably scrunched up as she snuggled back down on the sofa beside Kara, who didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her best friend’s shoulders.

“They’re sweet and romantic.” Kara replied with a happy sigh, turning to nuzzle into the side of Lena’s head for a fleeting moment as the film’s lead started her joyful march down the aisle. “It makes me hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” Lena repeated curiously, leaning away slightly so she could meet Kara’s blue eyes.

Kara shrugged, ducking her head bashfully, “It’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Lena murmured gently, freeing a hand from her mug so that she could interlace her warmed fingers with Kara’s, “you could never be stupid, especially not about something like this.” Her best friend asserted, before asking seriously, “You want the classic big white wedding?”

“Uh…” Kara blushed, cheeks pinking as her mind struggled to kick into gear.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that the reason she loved weddings more than any other event is because they so closely resembled Kryptonian Bonding ceremonies. That the exchanging of rings, polished everlasting metal, reminded her of wonderfully crafted bracelets clasped on wrists. That it was an occasion for family to join together across generations, for the rare flashes of art and music on Krypton to take centre stage over cold science.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that after being alone, abandoned and lost - ripped away from her home in the cruelest of ways - that the idea of belonging to someone else, of having a home in someone else regardless of time or location was what Kara wanted more than anything else.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena because it would require admitting the truth of who she really was, it would require taking accountability for years of lies.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena without losing her forever.

“Yeah.” Kara coughed awkwardly, “I want the whole thing. Beautiful dress, surrounded by family… the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Everything.” She shot Lena a side-long glance, “I’m guessing you don’t?”

“Never really been my thing,” Lena admitted readily and Kara’s heart twisted at how Lena didn’t hesitate to bare herself, how she gave all of herself when it could be argued that Kara - at best - only gave half, “probably because I can’t imagine I have enough people in my life to invite and feel ‘surrounded’.” Lena pursed her lips thoughtfully, “I also don’t get the need for the spectacle. Just the idea that there’s someone out there that would want to…” Kara watched her best friend deflate, expression wistful and pained, “be with me, love me like that… that’s more than enough.”

Kara’s eyes stung with barely suppressed tears at how little Lena thought of herself. Whoever had the privilege of marrying her best friend would be the single luckiest and most fortunate person in the universe and Kara wished Lena knew that, wished she believed it. But when she opened her mouth to say it, to proclaim it, her breath faltered and her courage abandoned her… like it always did with the youngest Luthor.

“So no white dress?” Kara muttered instead, voice meek and lacking the lightheartedness that should have carried the question.

It didn’t matter, though, Lena let out a quick exhale that resembled something on the edge of laughter. Kara’s escalating heart rate settled at that, however, it did little to alleviate the pang of regret that was steadily accompanying all her interactions with the CEO.

“Well, I guess I could be convinced by someone special.” Lena teased, shooting Kara an overtly salacious wink that wouldn’t - on the surface - be considered genuine.

“Anyone that marries you will have to be special.” Kara replied, the statement tumbling out instantly.

It wasn’t the heartfelt confession that Kara wished it to be and it wasn’t quite light enough to be dismissed as a friendly reassurance. Instead, it was yet another thing that fell into the ethereal greyness that lied between them, something to tuck away and think back on late at night when they tried to work out if the other meant it the way they wished they did.

“Yeah?” Lena whispered, piercing green eyes studying Kara’s face closely.

Kara swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”

Xxx

Lena found out less than six weeks after that movie night. They defeated Lex and Kara had been on the edge of breathing easy, of being able to simply relax back into her life when it all came crashing down.

They had been at Games Night and Kara had been antsy, waiting for her best friend to arrive. The thought of pulling Lena into a hug had been what she had been looking forward to most all day.

Kara was at peace, laughing and drinking with her friends - her family - when Lena had arrived. Kara had beamed up at her immediately and for a second Lena’s entrancing green eyes lit up in return before turning dark and distant.

Kara’s smile faltered, crinkle appearing between her brows when-

The wine bottle smashed into the wall behind Kara’s head.

Deathly silence fell over the area.

Kara looked into hollow, emptied out versions of her favourite green. She would have preferred anger, fury, rage… the defeated nothingness staring back at the Kryptonian was far worse.

Lena turned and left, grinding Kara’s heart to dust and taking the sand particles left with her.

She knew.

She knew because Lex had told her.

She knew because she had gone to stop her brother, intent on saving the world like always only to find out that those she was saving the world for didn’t view her as their equal. That the people she treated as family had kept her on the outskirts. That her best friend had lied, had manipulated, had-

xxx

It was Lois that found out everything from Lena.

When the fallout had happened, as Kara and the Superfriends realised what they had lost, the blonde hero sent notice to her cousin that his identity was probably known as well (mostly because she remembered how hurt she had been when Kal shared her secret without her consent). Kal and Lois had arrived almost immediately, frantic and terrified (especially with baby Jon to consider) at the concept of a Luthor knowing their identity.

Kara, joined by all the Superfriends, quickly put their minds to rest, sharing Lena’s actions from before, her dependability, kindness and inherent goodness. Kal and Lois were convinced their secret was safe but they were horrified to hear how Lena had been isolated and kept at arms length after her considerable good deeds. Alex and the others had squirmed uncomfortably and tried to weakly talk around their hesitancy.

Kal and Lois had simply looked at Kara for an explanation but she had none. Yet again the words would not come.

It was Lois, therefore, that had sought out the youngest Luthor and through her incredible tenacity was able to gain access where everyone else was rebuffed and harshly rejected.

It was Lois that comforted Lena, gave her support and sympathy.

It was Lois that relayed Lena’s demand that they give her space.

It was Lois that suggested Lena return to Metropolis - presenting it as a way to celebrate how L-Corp, after Lena’s repeated sacrifices and heroism, was fully rehabilitated and ready to reclaim its once home.

It was Lois that encouraged Lena and Kal to work together becoming an unstoppable force that Kara and Lena had always danced on the precipice of.

A Luthor and a Super. Saving the world.

xxx

Kara did as asked. Gave Lena space. Or at least the semblance of space.

She checked in constantly, hovered nearby throughout the days and nights leading upto L-Corp’s departure and Lena along with it. She followed Lena’s jet to Metropolis, a sentinel ensuring safe passage.

She kept her distance for three months. Three months of stony silence before she broke.

Snapped, more like.

Landing on Lena’s new balcony in Metropolis that had been specially built for Superman this time - not for her, though Kara, at the time, had hoped that she had been considered consciously or unconsciously as well.

Kara couldn’t remember the exact words.

She remembered crying from beginning to end.

Remembered ‘I loved you’ - past tense.

Remembered finally breaking through Lena’s cold, hardened shell to the raw, bleeding wound hidden underneath and regretting it almost immediately.

Remembered how seeing Lena’s agony was worse than kryptonite, worse than watching Krypton burn…

Remembered Lena saying she needed time to heal, for Kara to stop hovering nearby - because she knew, she sensed Kara’s presence even without seeing her once - and to give her time to stop thinking of Kara and feeling only pain when she did so.

Remembered promising to do just that.

Remembered a timer starting to count in her head - the seconds that she would be condemned to purgatory.

Remembered the hope that just refused to go out - the hope that whispered give it time, give it time, give it time with every beat of her heart.

Remembered thinking that given enough time Lena would reach out and they would get the chance that Kara had almost destroyed for them.

Remembered flying zig-zagged and dangerous to Alex where her endless stream of tears returned to full flow as she sobbed into her sister’s shoulder using words and phrases like ‘heartbroken’ and ‘I love her’ and ‘I can’t survive this pain’ and ‘what do I do?’ and ‘I can’t breathe’.

Remembered a hollowed out shell of Kara Danvers moving through the motions for a year, for two, three, four… five...

Remembered taking up drinking to excess whenever she saw Lena’s life flourish and grow - not because she didn’t want Lena to be happy, that was what Kara wanted and wished for more than anything - because she wasn’t there with her for those life-changing events.

Remembered Alex and Kelly’s worries growing with each occurrence, intervening more and more to such a degree that they encouraged Kara to consider AA meetings - she did eventually, and found destroying entire junkyards to be a healthier coping mechanism, external destruction rather than internal.

Remembered Brainy at the behest of Alex, setting up Kara’s phone and computer to prevent searching for any keywords affiliated to Lena and to alert Alex if Kara ever managed to stumble upon a news article.

Remembered listening to Kal and Lois skipping large parts of stories where it was clear that Lena was involved - it was nice in some way to know Lena was getting the credit she deserved, but it hurt when Kal’s stories started to involve gaps at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year (events that made Kara’s loneliness even more acute and her longing intensify).

Remembered her life without Lena.

Remembered regret and guilt and loss.

Remembered-

“She’s getting married.”

xxx

Kara shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t be anywhere in the vaguest vicinity of where she currently was.

The bride was dressed in a simple silky white shift, sipping intermittently from her champagne glass as she stared contemplatively up at the designer white dress hanging off the door in front of her. Raven locks were pinned up, so tight and intricate that it made Kara wince sympathetically at how it must tug and pinch at the bride’s scalp - she’d always preferred it down, loose and curling… soft and inviting. The bride’s make-up was artistic with a dramatic edge that would captivate but made her look… not like herself in Kara’s opinion.

Or maybe after five years it made Lena look more like herself - the version of herself she had become once free of Kara and all the pain she brought into her life.

She was hovering outside the dressing room window, trying to work out how far she was willing to take this. If it would be better to leave without saying anything, to try and leave some part of Lena’s life unspoiled.

It was the fear that she had always given into when she was best friends with Lena that made her decision for her. Like speaking her truth and learning to ask for what she wanted - Kara had also promised herself that she would never allow that bone deep fear to stop her ever again.

The window was open and it was as good an invite as Kara was ever going to get.

“Lena?”

The beautiful bride-to-be jerked in her place, champagne glass nearly tumbling to the floor but saved at the last second.

She didn’t turn around for a beat… then two…

Kara was just about to escape back through the window when Lena exhaled slowly and pivoted round to meet her.

“Kara?” Lena breathed out, green eyes closed off and wary.

The kryptonian studied the love of her life for a moment, taking in every little detail - soaking it all up as if accepting that this would be the last time she might ever get to see it again. That the timer that had counted past five years would stop after this moment, the hope powering it gone forever.

“Don’t marry them, please.” Kara requested, no flowery language, no build up. Just the honest truth.

“What?” Lena’s jaw dropped and the champagne glass didn’t survive the second shock, crashing to the ground - released by trembling fingers.

“Don’t marry them.” Kara repeated, uncaring of how the carpet below them soaked up the amber liquid.

Lena’s expression flitted through an array of emotions before settling on indignant rage, “And why the hell not?!”

Kara didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat, instead she stood taller, the crest of her super suit catching the early afternoon light. “Because it should have been me. It still should be me.”

Lena scoffed in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. Now? You’re doing this now?”

Kara pursed her lips, fighting back the regret that always came with the reminders of countless missed opportunities. “Yes.”

The straightforwardness of Kara’s answers seemed to be throwing Lena, leaving her wrong-footed, clearly expecting the blonde to talk around and hint and imply like she used to.

But Kara had learnt. (The lesson had been too painful not to.)

“You had years, Kara!” Lena argued, “Years where I…. I threw myself at you. Practically begged you to love me… to trust me…”

“I know.” Kara replied sadly, wanting desperately to reach out when Lena’s pretty green eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I know. But I’m here now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” Lena muttered, arms crossed over her chest and head ducked downwards to hide her expression.

“I know that too.” Kara assured, fingers twitching with the desire to make contact, to comfort and coax - even after all these years her body remembered, the pathways of hardwired instinct related to her best friend were still there, still active even if temporarily closed for service.

“Then why are you here?” Lena murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s head snapped up at that, green eyes like saucers.

Kara’s single biggest regret was that she had never said those words to Lena before, had alluded and pointed at them during their final interaction but had never outright said them. And Lena had deserved to hear them then and deserved to hear them now to forever vanquish the doubts that had always been with her.

“Because I’m in love with you and we didn’t get our chance.” Kara affirmed, taking a half step closer to the bride, her red heeled boots and Lena’s bare feet meaning the younger woman had to tip her head ever so slightly back to maintain eye contact. “We didn’t get our chance because of me. Because I was afraid, I was so afraid of losing you. Of doing even the slightest thing that could mean you weren’t in my life. And in the end every action I took out of fear of losing you ensured just that. I’ve spent five years without you, Lena, and I can’t bear a single day more.”

“Kara,” Lena whispered, “I’m getting married.”

“I know.” Kara smiled sadly before adding, “Don’t.”

“What are you suggesting? Seriously?” Lena sighed, shaking her head mournfully and Kara knew she was losing her then.

“I’m suggesting that we have our chance now before it's gone forever.”

Gathering the small amount of courage Kara had left, she tentatively let her hands nudge forwards, brushing against Lena’s cool, pale fingers. That small contact was everything. Made it easier to breathe, made the colours of the world more vibrant, made everything just more.

“I let fear hold me back from the person that made me happiest in the entire universe and I won’t let it hold me back again.”

“Kara…” Lena whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder at the closed door that her wedding dress was displayed on, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Kara’s touch, didn’t flinch or retreat.

“Do it.” Kara pleaded, stepping across that final slither of distance between them, her forehead leaning forward to rest gently against the side of Lena’s, “Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Lena inhaled shakily, head returning to forward facing - foreheads pressed against one another, breathing in the same air - and then… and then…

Lena’s hands slipped fully into Kara’s, fingers intertwining together.

[crazylilad]

Red-Chapter 8

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I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 8

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I don’t remember the ride back to their camp. 

Someone who smelled like cigarettes carried me inside and placed me on a bed, but I don’t remember anything other than that. 

When I woke up, I was alone. It was quiet, with the occasional sound of footsteps. I thought of the night before, and Matthew, how he was okay. 

I stared at the bottom of a top bunk. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, but no matter how hard I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t believe we had finally found Rick and his family. I can’t believe they were all alive. I smiled softly. There was hope, albeit small, of us surviving this nightmarish hell.

After a while longer, I swung my legs to the side and slipped my combat boots on. Someone must’ve taken them off for me.

There was a black t-shirt on the top bunk, along with a thin jacket to place over it. I discarded my old clothes for the new ones before walking out of the cell. We were at the prison hours away from any large city.

It made me feel safe being so far away from large parts of civilization, even if I maybe shouldn’t be allowed to ever feel like that ever again.

My hand traveled the railing as I walked down the stairs. 

There was an old man and two girls, one with brown hair and the other with blonde. The blonde held a baby in her hands, rocking it back and forth. To the right of them was Carl. I inhaled sharply as I stared at the kid who held an indifferent expression on his face, the innocence he once held long gone.

On the stairs next to him was the archer, Daryl. He nodded when our eyes made contact before I looked at the small pile of guns. My hand ran over my now cleaned gun.

 I looked up slowly after hearing the quiet sound of someone’s safety being turned off, Carl’s hand on his gun.

I stared at him while I put the weapon in its holster.

“If I wanted to shoot you I’d have done it already.” It was meant to come out as a joke, but instead it came out as cold and sharp. 

Merle chuckled. “It’s too bad you didn’t bring any ammo with you.”

I whipped toward him, my eyes wide. Last time I saw him was in Atlanta, when Matthew and I left him. I thought he would’ve died. “Next time I’ll be sure to save a mag so I can empty it out in your chest.” 

This time Daryl stood, his hand gripping his crossbow. Merle scowled before letting out a dark chuckle. “You’ve got bigger balls than most men out there, Rosy.”

Before I could reply, I heard the sound of a door open. Rick and Glenn walked in, the former giving me a welcoming nod while the other looked away, Matthew behind them looking like someone shit in his cereal and called it cocoa puffs . 

“Everything okay?” Rick asked. 

Rick touched the baby’s head gently, looking down at her with a loving stare.

 “I thought you were all dead.” I finally said.

“We lost people -T-dog, Shane, Dale, and… Lori- but everyone in here… yeah we’re alive.” Rick nodded to his own words.

“Andrea and Jacqui?” I barely knew the girls, but it was obvious they were missing.

“Jacqui died at the CDC and Andrea… it’s complicated.”

I turned around to see a black woman standing at the doorway behind me. I felt caged, as if I were a circus animal performing for them. 

Rick continued, “We were attacked a couple days ago by a man named The Governor.” 

Merle chuckled. “Looks like you’re not the only one dealing with trouble, Rosy.”

“Be quiet.” Glenn hissed, a look of pure hatred on his face. Now that I paid more attention, I could see how beat up he was. 

This group wasn’t like the one I had met on the road. This was a group that was more divided than Rick realized and it would be their downfall. 

Later on, most of them left the cafeteria to do whatever they did with their time. Matthew was outside, taking watch with Maggie, who I had met along with the rest of the unfamiliar faces. 

Michonne was new, having only met the group a few weeks ago. She was strong and there was something about her that told me she was more trustworthy than the group realized.

Now, Michonne was working out while I stretched a couple feet away. I still didn’t feel like I was at my best and I hated it, the constant worry someone would attack me nagging me.

Now the only ones left in the cafeteria were the outsiders and Carol. It felt similar to William’s group with Matthew fitting in while I was stuck wondering what I had done wrong. 

“Smart to stay fit,” Merle said. He sat at one of the tables and watched Michonne and I. I couldn’t put into words how I felt about Merle, I didn’t nessecerally hate him, but he needed some serious therapy at some point.

 Michonne ignored him and continued with her routine. 

“Don’t leave out the cardio.” he dragged on. He glanced over at me. “Ya know, if we’re gonna be living under the same roof, we should clear the air.” 

I cocked my head. He was playing a game that I knew nothing about.

Merle continued. “This whole hunting you down thing,” he said to Michonne. “That was just business.”

She snorted. “Like the Gestapo?” 

He smirked, his blue eyes on me. “Yeah. Exactly. I’ve done a lot of things I ain’t proud of. Before and after.” We all had. 

Before meeting Rick for the first time, we had been in Atlanta, trying to get out. That’s when we met Merle. We all wanted out of the dead City, but after Merle stole from us we left him behind and never heard of him until now. I wonder what it’d have been like if things had gone differently.

I touched the scar on my cheek he had given me.

…

I was still in the cafeteria the next day, unsure what to do aside from taking watch halfway through the night until someone relieved me and getting to know Carol while she cooked seemed to be as good a pastime as any.

The blonde, Beth, held Judith carefully as she walked into the room. Judith cooed as she fed from the bottle, her small hands latching onto it so she could get a better grasp. 

I watched her, a small smile on my face. It was so peaceful here, no one was running or fighting over food, they were a family. 

Beth looked up and smiled at me. “Do you wanna hold her?”

My eyes widened. “No… Um…” I scratched my head, unsure what to say. 

Beth laughed. “Oh come on. She won’t bite you.”

I stared at Judith for a while. It had been a long time since I held something as small as her. If I did it wrong… her death would be on me. Before I could decline, Beth was instructing me on how to hold her and what to do to feed the baby.

I didn’t tell her I already knew everything she was saying or that I had helped raise children all throughout my early twenties. Now, at twenty-six, I felt like all those years didn’t mean anything.

I could feel someone watching me, but I stayed perfectly still. Beth smiled at me. “Did you have kids before?”

I smirked, the idea of me having kids was something I hadn’t spent time thinking about. “I had nieces and nephews.”

Her face fell. “It’s just, you’re so good with her, I thought maybe you did…”

I smiled. “I was the go-to babysitter when my siblings visited. After a while I picked up on a few things. I can take care of her for a bit if you have some things you need to do.”

Beth smiled gratefully before promising she would be back. 

I turned around in my seat trying to get comfortable as Judith finished off her serving of baby formula. She cooed at me, hand going to rest on my chest. “What?” I said. “Are you still hungry? Well I’m afraid I can’t help you with that.” My voice was high-pitched and I made exaggerated faces. It was fun to be like this again, even if for a few minutes.

Beth smiled as she took Judith but didn’t say anything to me, soon after she left the cafeteria, leaving me to play with my knife.

I looked up to see Carol staring at me, a slight smile on her face. I frowned. “What?”

She shook her head. “I just didn’t expect you to be good with babies.”

I scoffed but agreed with her all the same. I wasn’t exactly coming off as the baby loving type. 

Rick came in through the cell door, the rest of the group following. Carol gasped before hugging a blonde woman. I took a deep breath in when I recognized Andrea.