#obvi not any of the animes i should be catching up on :’’’’)

[undermattsun]

high thoughts r skate rat thoughts

[bubble-tea-blossom]

Strong as an Ox

Joel x f!reader, 2.6k wc,

18+ obvi, size kink galore, ♫ if its not rough it isn’t fun ♫

<Pic is from joels6string on Instagram!>

One of the reasons you’re drawn towards Joel is his stature. He’s big, and broad. Tall with wide shoulders rounded with muscle, and Jackson’s steady and varied food supply has allowed him to regain some of the weight he used to carry before the food shortages began.

You’ve watched him shove debris out of the way that other men couldn’t. You’ve watched him one-punch Runners and men on a number of occasions, and you’ve watched him snap others neck’s which takes way more force than the movies will have you believe. 

When a patrol went south last year, and a hunter got the jump on Tommy and knocked him unconscious, the damage that was unleashed was nothing like you’d ever seen before. It was almost mesmerizing, it was almost like Joel killed with grace. It was animal like, in its ferocity, but not uncontrolled. It wasn’t an animal caught in a trap, going wild. No, it was like watching a wolf stalk and hunt.

You didn’t even have a chance that day to help dispatch any of the rest of the hunters, Joel took care of the lot of them. So you made yourself useful by checking on Tommy, and felt your gut untwist from fear at the feel of his steady pulse. Alive, but unconscious and most likely concussed. He’s gonna have one helluva headache when he wakes. 

You see it in Joel’s eyes when he runs up to you once the others have been...dealt with. He demands answers with a snap of your name, his usually soft voice, hard and dangerous. The leftover fight lingering in him revealing itself in his tone. Then you watch it drain from his body once you reply, “Alive, just knocked out.” Joel then does his own vital check to confirm yours, before shoving his shotgun in your hands so he can pick up his brother. Tommy isn’t exactly dainty neither, but Joel picked him up with barely a grunt.

Even though the fight is over and everyone’s heart rate is lowering, you can tell Joel’s still pissed. The dregs of whatever came over him are still there, and you wonder if they ever completely leave. You wonder perhaps a little selfishly, since you find that side of Joel Miller almost as attractive as the soft, doting side you’ve grown to know and indulge in as often as you can these days now that you two have your...thing going. Whatever it is. 

Anyways, sometimes a girl wants to get thrown around a little. Good thing you happen to be fucking someone who very easily could. Only thing is Joel has only ever touched you with tenderness, and adoration. Gosh, your life is so hard.

And then one day you work up the nerve to voice a certain fantasy you’d been having for awhile, before you and him even started fucking but you aren’t going to mention that.

Your confession is set to the backdrop of the forgotten movie playing behind you, while you grind yourself against his denim clad thigh, thick with tense muscle. You pull your lips from his so you can catch your breath and gather the courage, one hand resting on a wide shoulder, the other fiddling with the open button on his shirt. 

You clear your throat, “Joel? Can I ask you something?” You find you’re speaking to his button rather than to him, but he immediately encourages you,

“Anything, sweetheart.” He reassures with a brush of hair behind your ear. The touch so soft it almost tickles.

“I was wondering, if you’re down, can you be...” your words falls off as your nerve wavers, but you’re a big girl that can ask for what she wants so you take a little breath and then blunder through it, “Can you be rough with me?”

Instead of answering, you feel Joel’s finger tip your chin up so you meet his eyes. They’re dark, the pupils blown wide, his hair sticks straight out on the side where you’d been grabbing it. He doesn’t look disgusted or judgmental, maybe you should start believing him when he says you can tell him anything.

“How rough?” Is all he says, his voice lower than normal, a tiny bit hoarse.

Staring into his eyes helps you keep your courage, feeling your brain spark with dopamine just looking at him.

“As rough as you can kinda thing. I want you to use me, and not stop even if I beg.”

You see his brows twitch up in surprise before settling into a slight frown, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says.

“Well what I mean is sometimes I get overwhelmed but in a good way, right? And I want you to keep going, but if it hurts we can have a safe word I’ll say and we stop.”

Joel’s eyes flick from yours as he thinks, and you start preparing yourself to hear him decline your request, which he has every right to, so you prep for looking not disappointed. Then he says, “What would the word be?”

You perk up in his lap and cast a glance around the room, settling on the guitar in the corner.

“What about string.”

You see his brow arch this time, and you say in supply, “And if I forget it, if I say some completely random word, that means stop for real, too.”

Joel thinks for another moment before giving you a quick kiss between the eyes, “Lemme think about it.”

You smile and nod, your smile growing when he kisses you again.

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That was a couple weeks ago, and you’ve had a few other conversations about the subject, which mostly looked like Joel quizzing you about the things you’re interested in. But the last time the subject was broached was an ever increasing amount of days ago, and to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’ve shoved the thought of it to the very back of your mind.

Then one night when you’re over at his place, enjoying each other’s company when the night is interrupted by urgent knocking at the door. You both sit up on the couch and you take your leave up the stairs before Joel opens the door to maintain privacy. Nobody really knows about you and Joel, and for the moment you’d prefer that.

Upstairs, in his room, you wait until he lets you know it’s good to come out, and you don’t have to wait long at all. You hear his footsteps jog up the stairs and then the door is being swung open, and he’s rushing to where he keeps his revolver, speaking quick words about needing to leave real quick, he’ll be back as soon as he can, there’s no need to worry. Then he’s gone.

You wait for hours, the longer the time wears on the more worried you grow despite your effort to squash it. Lucky for you, Joel has a very nice home, and you make yourself acquainted with his bookshelf. The afternoon wears into the evening, into night. You’re on your back along the length of his couch, reading when he finally opens the front door. You spring up and cross the threshold to him while he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Everything ok?” You ask, and your brain runs through all the different disaster scenarios its conjured up with over the last couple of hours.

Joel just nods, closing the gap between you, taking a hold of your shoulders so he can run his hands over you, drawing comfort in your touch. You clasp his arms in turn and lean your head against his chest, and bask in his attention and trust that he’ll speak when he needs to. You see no blood, bruising, and you smell no gunpowder, so things can take their time.

And then one hand of his travels up to cup your chin and gently tip it up so your eyes meet his. Then he speaks low, “Remember your special word?”

Your eyes widen, and you nod confidently, “String.” You feel your heart in your throat with a sudden rush of excitement, and you see a small smile flash across his lips. He keeps his hand on your jaw and slowly slide it down to rest wrapped around your throat. You feel your stomach buzz at the sensation, his thumb stroking up and down the soft skin of your throat. Then you feel your eyes cross briefly when he tightens his hold on you, just hard enough to feel pressure, feel the weight of his strength. It’s claiming hold, and the thought has you wetting your dry lips, you can see his eyes darken at the sign of your arousal.

The next thing you feel is his lips against yours, the two of you falling into a rhythm of short, frantic kisses. His hold travels your body, grasping yours hips to pull you against him, squeezing your ass and grabbing your hair to control your head.

You’ve never felt his touch so controlling before, hard and demanding. And you stand there, trying to keep up with kisses and relinquish control over, feeling a freeing safety net be cast over you. Your trust in Joel was exhilarating, you could give him complete control and not have to worry, you can just be loved on.

So when he says “Arms up” you do so, giddy smile on your face while he rucks up your shirt and bra, tossing them aside. You sigh in relief when he cups your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Feels good, doll?” He practically purrs, and you nod enthusiastically.

Then he brings one of your knees on his hip, and with you off balance he easily brings you down to the ground, keeping you literally caged beneath him, you’ve never felt so surrounded by him before. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band of your underwear and rolls them down your legs, your knees coming up automatically to help him. Underwear dropped aside, his big hands clamp down on your shins where you keep your cunt somewhat obstructed. With one move he pulls apart your legs, abruptly exposing you to the air and his eyes. He slots his body between your legs so you’re spread open for him and all you can do is watch.

With one hand, he cups you, slipping his fingers through your lips, teasing around your clit, while the other hand goes to his belt, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, so he can pull out his swelling cock.

“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” He says, notching his hips against yours, resting his heavy cock on top of your mound. He fucks himself against you, making you jump with every bump of his tip against your clit. You can feel yourself begin to coat his length in your wetness, which you’re thankful for, taking Joel is no small feat. He’s long, easily reaching the end of you, and he’s fucking thick. It feels like your pussy creates a vacuum from how wide he stretches you. He’s always been so careful not to hurt you before, usually licking and sucking your clit before even finger fucking you to open you up wide enough.

You don’t think he’s going to do that tonight, given that he’s notching his cock head with your hole. He takes you by surprise by spitting down on your mound, spreading the added wetness to your entrance.

Then he starts to push in. You can’t help it, you arch away at the sting, your knee drawing across his hips to give you space. You want to take him, you just need a moment to adjust. Joel just keeps pushing forward, readjusting to pin your knees to the side of you, while he continues to sheathe himself inside you completely.

He crowds even closer, his face hovering over yours - nose to nose. Once he’s hilted inside, you both moan simultaneously and you feel his lips swallow your moan of pain and turn it into one of pleasure.

He retracts so he can spit on the pads of his fingers and reach down to soothe where your lips are stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It does help the ache, especially when he circles the bud of your clit directly.

“God, I love this little pussy.” He groans, looking in fascination at the sight of his cock impaled in your cunt. He slowly draws back, before pushing forward, then repeating the motion, all the while massaging around your stuffed hole.

You barely even register the soft little whimpers you’re letting out, they’re all background noises to the sensations Joel is sending through you with every little back and forth of his hips.

You’ve become so wet from his penetration combined with his stroking fingers, you can feel how its coated his cock and balls, your inner wet inner thighs make obnoxious slaps when his hips rock into them. Harder and harder Joel fucks you, so hard all you can do is dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulder you can feel through his shirt.

Little groans and soft whimpers seem to be being pushed out of you with every stroke of his thick cock, you try to keep your composure, you feel self conscious with how loud you’re being already.

Only you can’t, as soon you clench your jaw shut to keep from gasping, tears start pricking your eyes. The pain has been pushed into the background as a not unpleasant ache, its the pleasure that’s overwhelming. The ecstasy of being surrounded the sight, feel, smell of Joel literally lying on top of you while he groans above you and plows your pussy harder than you’ve ever been fucked. 

Then Joel grabs your clenched jaw in one hand, digging his fingers in.

“I wanna hear those sweet little noises you make, darling.” He urges, trailing his hand down to rest at the hallow of your throat, stroking his thumb up your neck. 

You do as he asks and relax your jaw, which he must have been watching for because he times it with a particularly savage thrust that rips a squeal from your throat. You feel your cheeks warm even further at the sound but Joel sounds pleased, a low chuckle rumbling from him as he continues to pound gasp after whimper from you, and pretty soon you loose any self consciousness.

“You look so pretty like this.” Joel praises, stroking your cheek softly, and you feel your body go pliant, free for him to do with as he pleases.

Joel grins at your fucked-out expression, “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod your head, “Yes, Joel.” Are all the words you can manage.

You can hear him hum his approval. One of his hand drops down to your clit, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum once he touches you. Your walls rhythmically grip around his pistoning cock.

“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” Joel’s husky voice praising you prolongs your orgasm, til every muscle in your body is taut as a bow string. Finally the waves of shudders wracking through your body ebb away. You let out a huge breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and blink your eyes open to look up into Joel’s.

“That feel good?” He asks all innocent like he isn’t still buried balls deep inside you.

“Mmm hm.” You nod, face breaking into a smile as he presses kisses down your neck, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.

You squeak in surprise when he wraps his arms more firmly around you and effortlessly hoists you into the air.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

[actual-fucking-clown]

Hello! Can I request a mini fic of Natsuo venting to his bf (male reader) about all the fam drama and it’s just full of comfort and kisses and cuddles and all that fluff. Natsuo for life!

yes. mhm. yup. your wish is my command anon. I've never written for male reader but for you, anon my beloved, yes :)

I realized I didn’t really specify gender, sorry bout that

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NATSUO SLANDER I SAW WHEN THIS HOE FINALLY GOT PROPERLY ANIMATED? whack ass hoes rly out here victim shaming a dude like sheesh not cool. maybe there might not have been on here but I saw way too much on twt let me tell you ohhhh boy but that’s for a different post TLDR: NATSUO FOR LIFE

warnings: uh MANGA SPOILERS, ANGST OBVI, me projecting my thoughts on the todoroki drama just a bit, curse words, reader says something suggestive once, family issues, i think you get the gist

It was midnight when he returned home. The lights in his little apartment were still on and he was too tired to really question why. He was not surprised to find you waiting up for him. You had a nasty habit of doing so, especially on nights like tonight. Nights where he had to visit his family. You sat there, scrolling through your phone on the couch, and perked up when you heard him come in. You flashed him a bright smile that momentarily melted all his troubles away. It was a moment of pure peace, solace, a moment where he had forgotten about what had occurred. He moved to sit next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his head into the crook of your neck. You mumbled a greeting to him as you ran your hands gently through his hair.

“That bad?” You mused, only earning a groan in response, telling you everything you needed to know.

“Wanna talk about it? Or we could do something else to take your mind off it. Either one works for me.” You shrug and Natsuo considers that second option for a second before deciding against it. He’s learned that he feels less shitty when he actually talks about his feelings so, that’s what he does.

“God where do I even start? It’s a train wreck as soon as I step foot in that damned place. You know I love my siblings but why can’t we be fucking normal for a second? I know that’s what Fuyumi’s trying to do but I don’t know if I’ll be able to move forward like she wants in good conscience, y’know?” Natsuo pauses to catch his breath, he tends to run out of breath mid rant too often. You shift so that the both of you are in a more comfortable position and so that his rant isn’t muffled into the crook of your neck. He’s besides you, his arms firmly wrapped around your abdomen, the side of his face rests against your chest. Your arms wrapped around him—one hand still running through his hair as the other had shifted to rub his back. 

“It is totally valid for her to be okay with like forgiving him and whatnot and it’s totally cool for Shoto to be like partially open to the idea but I just can’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever be honestly....” He trails off for a moment and you can feel his grip tightening on your shirt. He was hesitant to voice his next thought. 

You urge him softly to go on, but there’s always the unspoken option to drop it. He knows that you’d never force him to talk about anything he wasn’t comfortable with. He really wanted to be honest with you and honest with himself but it was hard. He steeled himself, took a breath and finally managed to say what had been troubling him the most.

“Everyone's decided to forgive him, or at least see what he can do from here but I know I can’t and I know I don’t want to. That’s the only thing  in this dumpster fire of family drama that I’m entirely sure of but...” He has to take one more deep breath before spilling his guts.

“Is that selfish of me? All the others are trying but I don’t want to. I’m not comfortable doing so but does that make me somehow wrong?” He finally blurts out and you’re quick to reassure him.

“Of course you’re not wrong! And you’re not selfish either!” You start, your sentences clipped because you decided that now was also the perfect time to smother him in kisses. You knew he preferred physical reassurance along with verbal, especially on nights like these.

“From what I understand your father was toxic and now he wants to try again. Just because the rest of your family is willing—whether that be entirely or just slightly—to forgive him doesn’t mean you have to. You have come to the conclusion that he is not worth expanding energy on so you want to cut him out, that’s 100% valid. There is no one right reaction to this, any choice you make is valid and it is right. Just because you chose not to forgive him doesn’t mean that the rest of your family is on some moral high ground. Forgiving an abuser and cutting ties with them are both valid responses. No one is better than you because they decided that they want to forgive their abuser. Whatever happens in the long run you need to understand that your choices are valid and should not be compared to others in such a way.” Every so often you’d pause to kiss him anywhere you physically could. By the end of your rant you were sure you’d kissed every bit of skin available to you in your position. He’d seemed much calmer too so you were sure that the combination of kisses and reassuring words and cuddles had taken effect on him. 

He’s glad that he’d voiced his worries to you. He’s glad that you’d listen to him whenever he needed, even if it meant forsaking some important task. He needed this and you were happy to provide.

After more cuddling and kisses he was eventually able to fall asleep.

That night he slept easier.

I hope you enjoyed and I hope you have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!!!

[itsthesinbin]

The Game Begins

Bloodhound meets Bonehilda, and finds themselves interested :3c

Bonehilda is my oc obvi!

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Barely any time after Loba had arrived, another new recruit had joined the Legends’ ranks. A large creature by the name of Bonehilda. To say Bloodhound had been fascinated was… an understatement.

Sure, everyone was. There was no shortage of experiments among their ranks- organic and inorganic- but to see a woman of her caliber? Even Revenant was interested to see how she fared in the ring.

But, Bloodhound could see by the way she paced the dropship. Eyes darting to every slight movement and the fins on her ears raising at any sudden noise. She was a hunter. And in her debut match, they were among her prey.

Gibraltar led her descent into King’s Canyon, her and Wraith following behind. Revenant sneered beside them when Bonehilda gave him the stink eye, and Bangalore just sighed in annoyance. Bloodhound was inclined to share her frustration, as Revenant immediately began to try and follow after them.

Bloodhound sighed as he and Bangalore got into an argument, before the three finally just jumped off of the ship.

Let the games begin.

As usual, Revenant landed hot. A faint screeching alerted Bloodhound, but they couldn’t tell if it was an animal, or their fellow combatant. From the direction it came from, and the large footprints in the dirt, it seemed like Bonehilda’s group had just left.

Bloodhound had eliminated Lifeline, but Octane managed to speed in and out with her banner. Revenant and Bangalore were too busy butting heads and trying to decide a game plan to help them. A growl escaped them, catching their teammates’ attention.

“Like it or not, we are a team. If you two cannot make a decision, I will. We go this way,” they huffed, heading off. The two behind them quieted, a snarl escaping the simulacrum, and began to follow.

The game continued as normal, if a bit slow for everyones’ taste. During the third ring, a care package drop pinged on everyone’s map. It was very close to Bloodhound’s team. Revenant wanted to go for it, in hopes it held a Peacekeeper. For once, everyone agreed with him. The only gunshots they had heard were off behind them, so they could dip to the package and then bum-rush whoever was left.

Bloodhound staked out the package as Revenant and Bangalore went forward. Watching through the scope, they examined the area. Something seemed… off. Very faint footprints leading away from the package. Before Bloodhound could warn his team, they opened it.

As soon as the package opened, their teammates were assaulted by a storm of bullets. Bloodhound was on high alert, looking for any assailants while their team ran.

A familiar flare landed at Bangalore’s feet. Bloodhound reeled back.

“Gibraltar’s bombardment,” they shouted through their comms. “Move, now!”

Through all the noise, they almost missed the tell-tale sound of a portal opening behind them. Someone phased through as they turned.

A giant body stalked through the portal, gills heaving in the dry air. A snarl ripped through Bonehilda’s throat. Bloodhound grabbed their flatline, but she was faster.

She let out a terrifying roar, charging at the tracker. Before they could try to move, they were pinned onto their back. Her claws ripped through their armor, tearing their clothes.

She snarled in their face, before bashing her head against their helmet to shatter it. They wheezed at the pressure on their chest, trying to scramble for their discarded gun. A choked, pained noise escaped them as her teeth sank into their arm.

“Bangalore- Revenant-” They were met with the sounds of fighting. Their team was busy with hers. They looked back up at her, feeling the adrenaline rush through them.

They had been outplayed.

Her fangs sunk into their shoulder as they tried to push the massive woman off of them. It was no use- they couldn’t reach for their weapon. They couldn’t move.

The last thing they saw was their blood on her teeth, before another headbutt knocked them out cold.

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They woke up in the medbay, right next to the creature that put them there. Slowly, they sat up, alerting Bonehilda. The two stared each other down. Finally, Bloodhound nodded.

“Impressive tactic. Was it your idea,” they asked. Her ears flicked back, surprised that they weren’t angry that they lost. Revenant certainly was.

“... No. Gib… Giva…” She paused, before letting out an annoyed huff. “Big man.” Ah.

“Gibraltar.” She nodded, lip curled slightly in annoyance. Not at the mention of her teammate, but at her inability to speak his name. They hummed slightly, rolling their stiff, injured shoulder gently.

“Well, it was executed beautifully. I assume the care package trap is yours?” She nodded slightly, side-eyeing a medic that was attempting to approach her. She snarled, causing the medic to step back. They noticed her wounds were not yet taken care of.

“Bonehilda.” Gaining her attention, they made a small motion for the medic to begin their work. She growled, but Bloodhound began to talk again.

“How did you come up with the idea for your tactical?” She shrugged slightly, claws kneading at the table below her. She was fidgety.

“Traps good idea,” was her only answer. Fair enough. Bloodhound certainly isn’t the type of person to open up to someone they barely know, either.

That being said… even if they didn’t know her, they knew she was feeling trapped. The way her gaze bounced from movement to movement. The way she had circled the dropship. Hm…

“Perhaps you could indulge me on something,” they started, earning a skeptical look. They smiled, hidden behind their mask, as her ears betrayed her interest.

“Meet me at the training grounds, later tonight.” She didn’t answer for a few moments, before huffing with a nod. Bloodhound was released, and they gave her a quiet farewell.

They didn’t see her again until late at night, when they were about to give up on the idea that she would meet with them. Just as they stood to return to their room, a looming shadow appeared in the doorway. She was dripping wet, water softly hitting the floor.

“Am late. Had to soak,” she muttered, padding towards them. Even when just walking, she moved like a predator on the hunt. She pushed past them, Bloodhound falling into place beside her.

“What you want,” she asked, as the two stared out over the training grounds. Bloodhound rolled their shoulders, making sure their injuries were healed enough. They took a running start.

“Follow, and you shall see,” they chuckled, amused, as they slid down the hill. Bonehilda couldn’t help but follow.

It became routine, meeting in the training grounds late at night. After matches. After slow days. After stresses and frustrations. For weeks, the two used this time to unwind and keep their skills sharpened.

Bloodhound had been right. Bonehilda was too wound up. Too many new faces and new situations thrown to her at once. Like an animal in a cage, she just needed a way to release her energy.

Tonight, though, they had a different plan. Traps set up around the training arena, and Bloodhound perched on a high platform. Waiting for the hunt to begin. Bonehilda knew about it, of course. They didn’t want to throw her into it without any warning.

They watched her emerge through a rifle’s scope. Not one loaded- this was simply to observe. Knowing their game, she was immediately on the hunt.

Bloodhound made sure to leave some clues, so she could find them. It wouldn’t be easy, of course, but they still wanted her to have SOME chance. They holstered their weapon, moving to zip off of the platform. The noise would alert her, of course, but they’d drop before she could see them. A crooked grin settled behind their mask.

Let the games begin.

They prowled behind the targets, watching her closely. Her ears moved wildly, taking in every noise. The lure on top of her head twitched, trying to grab the attention of her prey. Unlike the fish she normally chased, they would not be fooled so easily.

Bonehilda stopped, causing them to pause. To their surprise, she simply sat down with a heavy huff. Her gills twitched, trying to take in as much of the dry air as they could. That gave them pause.

Was this a trap, or was she having trouble breathing?

They were silent, trying to decide if they should break the game to check on her. Sure, this was a training exercise, but this was also for fun. If she couldn’t keep up, there was no point in continuing.

Her fins flared, and her head darted to the side. She stood, a snarl in her throat. Bloodhound’s breath hitched. A mistake. That was all she needed.

Bonehilda clambered to her feet, hurrying towards Bloodhound’s location. They cursed under their breath, moving quickly behind the targets. It wasn’t a trap. It wasn’t her trying to breathe. She was just taking in her surroundings. A fool’s mistake.

They jumped over a rock, hiding in a crevice. They were thankful for their height, in situations like this. Well, sometimes.

They weren’t too happy about their size when a nearly nine foot tall woman was stalking them, though. They didn’t doubt they could take her down, but it was still a daunting task.

Bloodhound heard her footsteps retreating, and slowly released the breath they were holding. She must have thought they ran another way.

Gunshots began to ring out, one by one. Lighting up the square targets in the back. Bloodhound’s eyes widened, and they began to move. She was trying to flush them out.

The target behind them lit up, cascading their shadow along the ground. They were impressed. With how much she hated using guns in the arena, they had assumed she’d avoid using the weapons here. Another mistake. They were going too easy on her.

They didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, as she was rapidly approaching. Her growl ripped through the silence, a shiver going up Bloodhound’s spine in response.

There was a rope leading to another platform just nearby. Bloodhound made a break for it.

Bonehilda was faster.

They almost reached the rope, hand out to grab it, before they were shoved to the ground. A large hand pinned their arm down, another at the back of their head. They both heaved, Bloodhound trying their best to squirm and get out of her grip. A snarl in their ear made them freeze.

“I win,” she growled. Their heart hammered in their chest. She moved just enough to flip them over, grinning down at them. Not the usual, bloodthirsty grin. A genuine smile.

“What prize?” … Oh. Right. Bloodhound had said if she won, they’d give her a reward. Their mind completely blanked on what their original plan was.

Her hands shifted, splayed out next to their head. Trapping them beneath her. They swallowed the lump in their throat, heart beating rapidly for an entirely new reason.

“... Perhaps we could get dinner this weekend,” they blurted out. Bonehilda’s head tilted to the side, ears raising like an excited dog. Knowing her love of food, they weren’t surprised she agreed immediately.

They had a fair bit of money from past championships, but… oh their poor wallet was already crying.

Finally, she moved to let them sit up. They wheezed slightly as they moved, the pain in their chest protesting the change in position.

“... Sorry,” she muttered, standing on her hind legs. She lifted them up, setting them on their feet. Bloodhound was stiff. Flustered, as they stared up at her.

“... How about we discuss dinner plans,” they offered, coughing slightly. Bonehilda gave them a crooked smile, dropping back to all fours to follow them inside.

“... Want chicken,” she huffed, the fins along her ears flapping slightly in excitement. They chuckled.

“Anything else?” Bonehilda grinned slyly.

“Wanna get drunk.” “Absolutely not.”

[shy-marker-pliers]

The Adventures of Eric Derekson Chapter 9 | Nightmares

Relationship: Heric

Warnings: physical abuse from a parent, crying, nightmares (obvi)

Taglist:  @ericdereksonprotectionsquad @random-awkward-person @salty-sadness22 @allidrawsstuff @weretiger19 @jackthekit-kat @cute-anxious-kitten @i-am-a-losercorn @skepticeye @muntiller @djpaige13paige @mysepticheartfan1 @bashfulmusician @mayelamker @russellhowell @little-frying-pan @friendlyphantom @mutechild @supreme-meme-machine @caori-azarath @lamiasluck

“You’re useless.”

“you’re worthless.”

“I wish you’d never been born.”

“You should have died instead of your brothers.”

Eric couldn’t see. the world around him was dark, and he couldn’t tell if it was just the room or if he had gone blind. Not that it was his main concern right now.

Derek’s voice was all around him, booming, yelling. he covered his ears, but the voice seemed to find its way into his head, even louder than before. He was screaming and screaming and all Eric wanted was for it to stop-

Suddenly, he was in his room. All was quiet, except for the sound of his breathing. He nearly sobbed in relief, but then...

There Derek was, standing in his room just like he had been weeks ago. All Eric remembered after that was pain. His father was hitting him and screaming and god Eric just wanted it to be over. he wanted it to stop hurting, he wanted to get away, he wanted to die-

Thump.

Eric fell onto his bedroom floor, tangled up in his blankets with the salty taste of tears on his lips. Then he was sobbing, unsure if it was from fear, relief, or a mixture of the two. He carefully freed himself from his blankets and stood up on shaking legs, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

After Eric had used a tissue to dry his remaining tears and washed his face with some cool water, he went to the place he always did whenever he had a nightmare.

The Host’s library.

Checking the clock, he saw that it was about 2 AM, which meant that he would be finishing up his radio show right about now. He had told Eric that he was welcome in the library anytime, but he still knocked. Being polite was important after all.

He heard the sound of static, then a click of a machine being switched off.

“Enter.”

He carefully pushed open the large oak doors that gave way to the library. “H-Hey Host. ‘s me.”

Host rounded the corner. His usual getup of a trenchcoat, collared shirt and dress pants was abandoned in favor of a large grey sweater and pajama pants that had little blue stars on them.

“The Host had a feeling Eric would be coming tonight, so he dressed accordingly.”

Eric blushed. The Host never let himself be seen in anything but his normal outfit. To be honest, Eric didn’t think he even had any other clothes until that moment. And yet, here he was.

“O-Oh, you didn’t have to do that...I mean, i-if you wanted to that’s okay! And i’m not saying you look bad, you l-look really good- er, not that you don’t look good normally! You a-always look good, I just- (Shut up Eric, you’re blowing it!) ...you look different, is all. A good different.”

The Host put a hand over his mouth to hide a small laugh.

“The Host understands what Eric means. He thanks him for the compliment.”

“y-you’re welcome...anyways, i’m guessing since you knew I was coming you know w-why i’m here too.”

Host’s expression turned solemn as he nodded and wrapped an arm around Eric’s shoulders.

“Come on, Eric needs to get some rest. it’s only 2 in the morning, after all.”

The Host was warm as always, and Eric found himself snuggling into his side. His tiredness hit him like a tidal wave, and he let out a big yawn, stumbling a bit. Host smiled softly and picked Eric up, carrying him to the big leather couch in the center of the library.

“The Host apologizes for the clutter.”

Eric chuckled. “You always say that. Don’t worry ‘bout it, it makes it more homey.”

Host set Eric down. “Tea?”

“Not tonight, thanks.”

“Sleep it is, then.”

Host laid down on the couch first, stretching out similarly to how a cat would. Then came Eric, curling up on his chest and wrapping his arms around his middle. finally, Host pulled a blanket over the two of them and rested a hand on Eric’s curly black hair, combing his fingers through it absently. The other sighed, leaning into The Host’s touch.

After a few minutes, Eric asked in a small voice, “Host? C-Can you tell me a story? My mama used to do that whenever I couldn’t sleep. i-it helps. Being able to hear someone else’s voice, I mean.”

“The Host doesn’t see why not, It is his job after all. Is there any story in particular Eric would like to hear?”

“I dunno, something nice. A h-happy story.”

“Alright, give The Host a moment to think.”

He was silent for a few seconds before he began to speak.

“Once, there was a giant named Simon. He lived all alone in a huge forest with only the wild animals to keep him company. Though he had clothes, shelter, lakes to swim in and enough food and water to last him forever, he wasn’t content. In fact, he was very lonely. After all, what good is a paradise when there is no one to share it with?

“So one day, Simon decided to go into town. For the first time, he left his forest and ventured out into civilization. But when he got there, the people all ran for their lives. They all thought that he would kill them, or destroy their village. Though Simon was big enough to crush their houses with a few steps, that didn’t mean he wanted to. In fact, all he wanted in life was a friend, someone to help his forest home feel less lonely. He looked all around, but all the villagers had hidden, and he certainly didn’t want to take one of them away if they didn’t want to go. So he went back to his forest.

“Simon cried enough tears to fill a lake that night. He sat on the ground, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything. The wild animals were worried for him, but when they came to try and help him feel better, he just ignored them.

“Later that day, he heard yelling. it was two men, The bigger one chasing the smaller and calling him things like ‘street rat’ and ‘dirty theif.’ he was carrying a loaf of bread and some fruit, and Simon guessed that he had no food at home. So he hid behind a tree, and when the men ran past, he scooped up the small one and scared the bigger one away. He thought that the smaller would run too, after the danger went away, but to his surprise, he stayed and thanked Simon for saving him.

“The man’s name was Charlie, and he had no home and no family to speak of. Simon offered to let him stay in the forest with him, and Charlie agreed. So the two became friends, and spent the rest of their days together in the forest. The end.”

Eric squeezed Host a bit tighter when the story was done. “That story’s about us, r-right?”

“The Host may have...drawn some inspiration from reality, yes.” He said with a small smile.

“I like that story. s’nice.”

“The Host is glad Eric thinks so.”

Eric was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a huge yawn. Host ruffled his hair.

“Eric needs to get some sleep. It’s far too late for him to be up.”

“okay. g’night, Host.”

...—...

Host didn’t have an alarm clock because he found that he woke up at about the same time every day anyway, but Eric needed one if he wanted to wake up anytime before 10. So when The Host woke at the usual time and Eric was still sleeping, hugging him like a giant teddy bear, he had no choice but to wake him up. He gently shook his shoulder.

“Eric needs to wake up, it’s almost time for breakfast.”

Eric grumbled and smushed his face into Hosts stomach. “Nooooo...I don’ wanna get up, y-you’re warm...”

“The early bird catches the worm.”

“I don’t want w-worms, I want sleep and hugs.”

Host sat up, causing Eric to have to do the same.

“Whyyyy?”

“Because Wilford is making french toast, and The Host will die before he misses Wilford’s french toast.”

The Host stood up and disappeared for a few minutes before coming back wearing his usual clothes. Eric was still in his pajamas and his hair was a mess, but he had put on his glasses. Host put his arm around Eric and steered him towards the kitchen.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t have gotten a few more minutes of sleep.”

“French toast waits for no man, dear.” The name slipped out before Host had the chance to stop himself. He froze, but to his relief the only reaction he got from Eric was a smile and a slight blush. The two continued on their way to the kitchen.

Eric wasn’t sure what he would call him and Host. Great friends definitely, maybe even best friends, but neither of them had made a move to make it anything more than that. Though they were much more affectionate towards each other than they were with anyone else, neither of them had said anything about it. If Eric weren’t so anxious he would have, but that obviously wasn’t the case. So friends they stayed.

Eric liked The Host. Of course he did, or else he wouldn’t have spent almost all of his time with him. If he didn’t like Host, he wouldn’t come to him whenever he had nightmares, he wouldn’t talk with him for hours, and he definitely wouldn’t be thinking about how strong he was, or his laugh, or that lopsided smile of his, or his perfect voice, or how damn gorgeous he had looked in that sweater the previous night-

Eric needed to stop before he turned into a living tomato. At the moment, he and Host were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And that was enough.

For now.

[rosyerim]

pocket sized!nct dream

basically nct dream but,,,they can fit in your hand,,, also mark isn’t here but I couldn't find a dream gif w/o mark 

haechan;

usually sitting ontop of your right shoulder, judging every task you do

“why does your handwriting resemble chicken scratch?”

“your hair is greasy, you should wash it”

“that ramen isn't cooked properly, the water is too hot!”

“haechan I will throw you in the pot”

he shuts up realll quick

but then he's back to whining & will only shut up if you give him half a cookie since he can't finish it whole

he loves a good ole KUWTK marathon but you have to remind him he is not actually Kim kardashian and you’re not his assistant

once he was looking for his your headphones & started snapping his fingers at you to get them lol you weren't happy

he doesn't even have to try but haechan can make you laugh at literally anything he’s just naturally funny 

so whenever you’re in a bad mood, the boys send him out to you to sooth you & it usually works lmao

is like your own personal stylist, he makes sure to check out your outfit before you go out anywhere

when he doesn't like it he just gives you a certain look up and down

“you don’t like it? whats wrong w it?”

“that top with those heels? whats right with it?

renjun;

steals your pencils that are basically stubs so he can do some drawing of his own :’((

makes you stay up late with him to watch conspiracy theories about the universe but then falls asleep on your phone screen 20 mins in

loves when you buy little stones for yourself, for like protection & well being, etc and renjun will spends hours wiping them down & researching everything he can on the stones

uses your phone just so he can learn how to do ballet from the comfort of your house but is still too shy to show you a dance routine for now

hates hates scary stuff but insists on watching the documentary about serial killers & afterwards he usually ends up sleeping on the pillow your head is on because he swears he's being watched lol

prefers sleeping in your hoodie pockets but has had one too many near death experiences with you not realising & catching him as he falls out so now you carefully pick up any article of clothing you own

likes the piano tiles app because he can basically play it using his lil feets 

he also beats your high score so you're lowkey salty but so long as he’s happy 

comes to you first about all his problems & likes to have a lil venting session with you & him cuddled in the armchair, sharing a cup of hot chocolate because he doesn't like bitter things

sometimes when you’re feeling kinda down he sits down on your shoulder & sings to you softly in chinese because he doesn't want you to,,,feel alone,,,my heart,,,,take it(●´□`)♡

jeno;

the quietest boy out of the six and the sweetest little boy ever :’((

brings you flowers he picked out of your neighbours garden covered in dirt because he saw how stressed out you were abt studying & reminds you to drink your water <33

likes to sit on your lap watching morning cartoons, giggling away behind his tiny bowl of cereal 

is best friends with the next door neighbours cat yet is deathly allergic to them??

he nearly scared you one morning when you were woken up by jeno’s teeny screams from around your house but turns out he was just riding on the cats back

you ended up having to take care of him for two days since he got super sick

you tried to scold him but he was still on the high from being up so high so he's just like 

“okay I'm sorry I won't do it again (｡◝‿◜｡)”

goes on random junk food hunts around your kitchen, can be found eating half a dorito chip in your cupboard at 3am mood

has a newfound love for asmr’s & if you ever lose your phone, worry not because jeno has it & is watching; long nails tapping different objects for two hours, no talking, only sounds 

also looooves dancing so he likes free styling with jisung by the radio & gets all shy & blushy when you compliment him 

jaemin;

lives in your shirt pocket because its 1) close to your heart & 2) very warm in there & 3) doesn’t have to leave your side!!

loves you v much & expresses it by leaving little pecks on your fingertips :’)))

likes to sleep on your fluffy plushies because its super comfy to him

his favourite is obvi ryan

fave spot is standing on your counter doing the best he can to help you bake sweet treats

imagine him standing holding up a whisk attempting to mix the wet ingredients with the dry ones but ending up falling :(( 

bub gets sad because he's afraid he messed it up but gets happy again when you set him on decorating the cakes :)) he’s super concentrate & even goes as far as to write your name best he can with icing

if its long then he just writes ur nickname 

likes to spend some of his free time reading books

the first time you were really confused on why your english book standing on its spine, had pages opening randomly 

turns out it was just jaemin being an intellectual

 you end up helping him flick the pages tho after he gets a paper cut :(

he really milks it tho like

“oh no y/n my hand is in pieces, I think im dying ε-(≖д≖﹆)”

but once you give him a hello kitty bandaid & hugs he's okay

chenle;

likes to sit in the palm of your hand & talk to you about how your day went & about how his day went & the birds he saw in the sky today & how he likes ice cream & basically it’s him babbling away to you

but you don't mind it, he's so endearing :’)

goofiest little man, tells you random jokes he heard on the radio & gets all smiley when you laugh at them, even if they're not funny

makes you play dominos with him but by the time he's gotten three standing up, you've got the whole thing set up

doesn't stop him from pushing the first one down and shrieking in delight when they all fall in sync aw cute baby

he also watches some KUWTK w/ haechan as he loves the drama & he picks up the lingo 

“hey lele have you seen my phone?im so annoyed I can't find it”

“omg there are literally people dying y/n ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭”

you end up banning them from watch it 

even tho he’s small he eats a loooott

he will eat an entire bowl of ramen if you let him & you try to stop him but all he has to do it be like

“please let me eat it all y/n i wont get sick i love u uwuଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧”

“oh of course you can you cutie here you go (n˘v˘•)¬”

he ends up with a tummy ache, again so you’re looking after him, again

not that you mind, he's the babiest of babies (˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵)

jisung;

can be found sleeping on top of the fluffiest make up brush you own

sleeps everywhere, likes sleeping under your carpet??

when you try waking him up he just falls back asleep in your hand :,))

if he's not sleeping, he's free styling by your radio and you can't help but record it

swears he doesn't like your slime yet you've had to help him out of multiple sticky sticky situations because he got too excited playing with your strawberry scented slime

watched one episode of gordon ramsay & swears he's the masterchef 

“aii that’s not how you fry the rice! you need to wait until it sizzles dude do you even know what you’re doing?!”

you set him down in the timeout corner

but he’s just chilling like

“if I get food poisoning its your fault (｡･･｡)”

picks up the local whiteboy lingo after he listens to his “lit asf playlist”

will randomly say aye & start nae naeing to you like, tapping your pen on the desk when you're studying 

won't admit it but loves when you cup him in your hands & sway him from side to side & he trusts you enough not to drop him

also has a weird habit of surfboard in the sink with a barbie surfboard & tells you to blow on the water so he can “surf”

you do it tho because his little giggles fill your heart

bonus; imagine all of them in little onesies of their fave animals & little cute hoods ♡✧。 (⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

[unfolded73]

Six Weeks (1/1)

As requested, here is the first-sex-after-the-baby-is-born Captain Swan smut. Rated Explicit, obvi. 

Warning the first: this got long, and clocks in at ~7500 words. 

Warning the second: this is what you guys asked me for, so there are some less than sexy, perhaps even unpleasant, things in here of a biological/sexual nature. I think on balance it’s sexy, but I wrote it, and YMMV. Read at your own risk. (Also, this is based as much as memory allowed on my own experiences, not on a thorough, scientific survey of postpartum women, so again, your mileage likely varied. Which is fine.)

This is a followup to The Swans in the Evening. 

Thanks to @j-philly-b for the beta. Probably not her favorite thing that I’ve written, but she read it enthusiastically nonetheless!

Killian stood at the front window, swaying back and forth and patting the baby on the back. It made a satisfying thumping noise, the way his pats resonated in her tiny chest. Sunlight streamed in through the window, warming his face and contributing to the sense of well-being he was filled with, here in his home with his daughter.  Maureen nosed against his clavicle through the burping cloth, uttering soft baby grunts as she fidgeted.

A bright yellow car pulled up and stopped in front of the house. “Mama’s home,” he murmured, kissing the top of the baby’s head.

His eyes followed Emma as she let herself through the front gate and trotted up the walk. Her long hair hung loose, cascading over the shoulders of the red plaid wool coat she wore. Her leather jackets were buried in the hall closet (I can’t even zip this one up, she’d moaned of her favorite jacket part of the way through her pregnancy, and he hadn’t seen it since). As the door opened, he turned to greet his wife.

“Hey, was she okay?” Emma said immediately, her eyes going to the baby, slightly out of breath like she’d rushed home. He was surprised she’d resisted the urge to teleport herself, now that he thought about it.

Killian continued to pat Maureen’s back. “Don’t worry, Swan, she’s in a good mood this afternoon. We had a bath and a bottle,” he said with a smile down at the bundle in his arms. “All is well. How was your doctor’s appointment?”

“All’s well there too,” she said, but her grimace seemed to contradict the statement. She lifted her hands as if to reach for the baby, but then seemed to think better of it and dropped them. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She exhaled sharply. “Just a vaguely unpleasant experience, getting poked and prodded down there. But it’s all good.” She shrugged out of her coat, still staring at Maureen, and Killian could tell she was resisting the temptation to grab the baby from him.

“I think your mum wants to hold you, sweet love,” he whispered to the top of Maureen’s head, giving Emma a wink before walking over and gently tipping the baby into her arms.

“Sorry,” Emma said as she adjusted the baby on her shoulder. “I didn’t want you to feel like I thought you were doing a bad job with her while I was gone, I just… missed her. It’s kind of pathetic how much I missed her. I was only gone for an hour.”

“It’s quite all right; no offense taken.” He wanted to ask more about Emma’s appointment; what kind of prodding did they do exactly, and what was it that indicated she was physically ready for sex? But the last thing he wanted to do was appear to be putting pressure on her, especially since she seemed ambivalent about resuming that aspect of their relationship just yet. “I should probably go do a quick patrol, make sure there’s no sheriffing that needs attending to. She probably won’t be hungry for at least another hour. Is there anything you need before I go?”

Maureen’s fist closed around a hank of Emma’s hair and pulled, making her wince. “Yeah, can you chop off my hair?”

Killian took the tiny fist and carefully pried it open, freeing Emma’s hair, then moved it behind her shoulder to get it out of reach. “How about I fetch one of your ponytail holders?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” She sighed and eased herself down into the rocking chair they kept in the living room, twin to another in the baby’s room.

He took the stairs two at a time, striding purposefully into their bedroom and over to the little dish on the dresser where odds and ends tended to collect. As he fished out one of the stretchy bands, his eyes strayed to the bed, sight of little else these days but desperate attempts to catch up on sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder if more enjoyable activities might soon resume there, although sleep would certainly be paramount for a while yet if Maureen continued her current night owl ways.

His gaze caught on Emma and their daughter as he descended the stairs. Emma had the child on her lap, head near her knees and tiny feet up in the air, and the two of them were staring at each other, Emma murmuring nonsense sounds and playing with the baby’s toes. Killian’s heart seemed to seize in his chest at how much he loved both of them.

Emma looked up and caught him staring. “You okay?”

He smiled, moving over behind her to gather her hair with his hand and hook so that he could secure it in a ponytail. “Just admiring my two ladies is all.”

As his fingers swept across her neck, he couldn’t help noticing the way they raised goosebumps on Emma’s skin. Killian suddenly wished there was time to let his lips follow the path of his fingers, to see if he could elicit even more of a response from her. Alas, now wasn’t the time.

Once he had her ponytail tied up, Killian spared one last moment to stroke his hand down the soft fall of her hair before stepping away.

“Thanks,” Emma said.

“Of course.” Killian patted his jeans pockets and finding nothing, looked around for his car keys.

“What would… what would you think if I did get it cut?”

“Your hair?” He tried to picture his wife with short hair, and sort of failed. “How short?”

Emma shrugged. “I don’t know. Short enough that Maureen couldn’t grab it so easily.”

“I think that’s a fine idea, love.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, considering. “Yeah, but you’re attracted to me with long hair.”

“I’d be attracted to you with no hair, Emma.”

She scoffed, her eyes already back on the baby. “Whatever.”

He felt the urge to make one of his romantic proclamations, was already half-formulating it in his head, how he was so attracted to her that merely the scent of her on her laundry the other day had him half-hard as he stood in the basement next to the washer and smelled her shirt, but he looked at the way her attention was focused on Maureen and sensed that she didn’t really want that from him right now. He’d save it for another day.

Leaning over, he kissed her on top of her head. “I’ll see you later.”

He made a cursory patrol around town, checking in at the Rabbit Hole to make sure there hadn’t been any trouble lately, and drove slowly by the alleys where he sometimes caught kids up to no good. After a check at the docks, he made Granny’s his last stop, where he exchanged a gander at recent pictures of the baby on his phone for all of the latest town gossip. While he was there, he picked up some take-out for dinner.

Twilight had settled by the time he returned home, warm bag of food in hand. He found Emma in the kitchen, washing bottles while Maureen lay in her baby swing, looking up at the little animals above her head, twirling in time to the tinny music produced by the contraption’s speaker.

“How’s Storybrooke?”

“Quiet,” he said, setting the bag down on the table. “How are my favorite people in the world?” he asked as he kissed Emma’s cheek.

“She’s been okay, actually. I got a chance to lie down and take a nap.”

He gasped over-dramatically. “What luxury.”

“I know.” Emma grinned, her eyes bright and shining. “I feel like a new woman.”

Killian wrapped his arms around her, a smile growing on his face to match her own. He leaned in close and nuzzled against her neck, and again just the scent of her brought desire slamming into him quite suddenly.

“Stop smelling me, Killian,” Emma said, leaning away. “I probably smell like sour milk.”

“Mmm, you don’t, you smell like Emma,” he said softly, letting his lips brush against her skin. “It’s intoxicating.”

Emma turned her head, capturing his mouth in a kiss. He nipped gently at her lips, coaxing her mouth to open, and they kissed languorously until a squawk from Maureen caused them to break apart.

Killian rested his forehead against Emma’s. “Doesn’t she know I’m trying to seduce her mother?” he asked.

“She probably does, and she’s jealous of your attention.” Emma walked over and unbuckled the crying baby from the swing while Killian unpacked the takeout. Emma ate with Maureen in her arms, as she so often ended up doing, while Killian filled her in on the town gossip from Granny’s.

The baby’s bedtime went more smoothly than usual, and they had her bathed, fed and changed by 8:30. As Emma turned off the light in the nursery, Killian’s hand stole around her waist.

“Do you want to watch TV?” Emma asked.

He shook his head. “I think I’d like to turn in, if that’s all right with you,” he whispered.

“Oh. Um, yeah, that’s fine.”

She looked worried, and that was the last thing he wanted. “We don’t have to do anything, love; I don’t have expectations.” He pulled her into his arms and looked down at her face. “I’d just like to kiss you for a bit.”

Emma raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just?”

Letting out a breath, he tilted his head in concession. “Okay, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you. But please don’t feel pressured. I’ll be happy simply to hold you without interruption.”

Sneaking another glance into the nursery, Emma pulled the door shut very carefully. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

They readied themselves for bed, and Killian made a point of putting on his usual pajamas as if he had no expectations about sex. And he didn’t have any expectations, truly. He was just hopeful.

Emma got under the covers in a baggy t-shirt and panties, wool socks on her feet to stave off the chill. She’d been overly warm throughout the last few months of her pregnancy, but now that she’d had Maureen, the cold hands and feet had made a reappearance. Killian smiled at her striped socks as he got into bed next to her and turned off his bedside lamp.

They lay facing each other, belly to belly, and looked at each other for a few seconds. Emma squinted an eye shut in a wince and took a deep breath. “I do want to try. Um, sex. I mean, I’m not feeling turned on, so bear with me. I’m hoping I can fake it until I make it, if you know what I mean.”

He spanned her cheek with his hand and leaned close to press a brief kiss to her lips. “That if we get started, your arousal will make a belated appearance?”

“Yeah.” She huffed in frustration. “I had all these plans, you know? I was going to be the best wife. I was going to keep you satisfied over these past six weeks with handjobs and blowjobs. I used to imagine it when I was pregnant, putting the baby down for a nap and dropping to my knees for you in the kitchen or whatever.”

“You know I don’t expect that from you—”

“I know, but I had plans. I just didn’t realize how tired I would be. And I didn’t know how Maureen would occupy ninety-nine point nine nine percent of my brain, leaving no room for thinking about sex.”

“She’s taken over a large portion of our lives to be sure,” he said. “Not only for you; for both of us.”

“Yeah, but— look, it’s no secret that the thing that pulled us together at first was physical. Obviously, our relationship became about more than that, but what if we never get back to desperately wanting to bang each other?”

“We will.” He kissed her again, and Emma suddenly pressed herself against him and kissed him back hard.

“We should get this show on the road before she wakes up,” she said, seemingly done for the moment with their heart-to-heart conversation.

They kissed for a little while, and Killian let his hand wander, stroking over the curve of her hip and inside the back of her underwear to grip her bare ass. He was so ready — as hard as he’d ever been, desperate to rut and fuck and have her, but he kept things slow and restrained. He could feel Emma’s prodigious breasts pressing against his chest through the thin cotton of their shirts, and the sensation made waves of desire crash through him. He rolled, pressing himself over her, unable to resist grinding against Emma’s thigh as he continued to kiss her.

“May I touch you?” he asked her.

“Yeah.” She reached down and pulled her underwear off, kicking at it until it ended up down at the foot of the bed, under the covers somewhere. “Just go slow.”

He coaxed her to lift her knee, her foot planted on the bed and legs parted. Killian let his fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. The hesitancy on both of their parts transported him back to the first time they had done this, on a lumpy mattress at Granny’s years ago, long before they were married. He’d felt just as wrecked then, amazed that Emma was willing to share her body with him. Now his amazement came from a different place. He knew she loved him and wanted him; he had faith in those things. But after her body had been through so much so that they could bring a daughter into the world, when she’d so recently finished healing from that physical ordeal, that she’d be willing to allow this intimacy again made him profoundly grateful.

He was also nervous, although he would never admit it to Emma in a million years, that he would find her body irreparably changed. He knew intellectually that women gave birth all the time and healed perfectly well. Emma herself had given birth before, as had Milah, and he had never found their bodies to be anything but perfect. But this time he’d witnessed it with his own eyes, thanks to the custom of this realm for fathers to be present for the entire birthing process. He was glad he’d been there the moment his daughter was born; he wouldn’t give up that memory for anything, but unfortunately, it was accompanied by seeing his wife’s most intimate body parts transformed into something a bit nightmarish. As a result, he felt himself sigh a small, traitorous sigh of relief when he stroked Emma between her legs and found that it felt familiar.

“Sorry,” Emma whispered. “I am into this, I promise, I’m just not wet.”

She’d already warned him this might be the case, and he’d read it in baby books, so he’d been prepared for the possibility. “Shall I use some of the lubricant? It might make this feel better for you.”

“Okay.” Emma flung her hand out, reaching over the edge of the bed and opening her bedside table drawer. She pulled a small bottle out and flipped it open with her thumb. “Hold your hand out.”

She squeezed some of the lube on his palm, and he rubbed his fingers over it, spreading it and warming it up. When he returned his hand to her sex, Emma sighed and arched her back, her eyes falling closed.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah, it feels good.” Her hand came up and gripped his bicep. “Really good.”

“I’m glad.” Killian tried not to think about how aroused he was and focused on Emma’s responses. He didn’t enter her yet, just alternated between teasing strokes around her opening with more focused attention on her clit. Her quiet gasps and breathy moans were enormously reassuring to him. For the time being, she might not have the libido she’d once had, but he was relieved he could still arouse her when he put his mind to it.

“God, Killian.” She rolled her hips in time with his movements. “Don’t stop.”

At that moment, a piercing cry sounded from down the hall. Killian froze.

“Shit, not now,” Emma said. “Go back to sleep, go back to sleep.”

After a few seconds, it was clear that she wasn’t going to go back to sleep. Maureen’s cries became louder and more full-throated. There was no use letting her cry it out; they had tried that, and they found that neither of them was capable of waiting their daughter out when she really got going. They certainly wouldn’t be able to have sex while she cried. With a heavy sigh, Killian sat up. “I’ll get her.”

“Devil baby,” Emma said, fishing down at the bottom of the bed for her underwear.

“Aye.”

“Let’s see if we can get her settled and then try again, okay?” She gave him a tentative smile.

Killian gave her his best leer before he left the bedroom. “That’s a promise.”

As it turned out, it was a promise he ended up breaking. Emma dozed off with the baby at her breast, and by the time Killian had finished burping Maureen and resettling her in her crib, his wife was sound asleep. He climbed back into the warm bed, pulled Emma’s t-shirt down over her exposed breast, and rolled over. Despite his earlier arousal, soon he too was asleep.

~*~

The next two nights were rough ones, and sex was the farthest thing from his mind when they finally got the baby to sleep. By the time he dragged home on Friday afternoon from the sheriff’s station, Killian was mostly thinking about their bed in the context of sleeping in it.

The first thing that he noticed upon opening the door was the smell of dinner simmering on the stove. The second thing he noticed was that the house seemed unusually silent.

Emma trotted down the stairs and greeted him with a kiss. “Hey, you’re home.” She was a little bit flushed and breathless and smelled freshly showered.

“Is Maureen napping?” he asked as he pulled off his leather jacket. Emma usually tried to keep the baby awake this close to bedtime, but perhaps they’d had a rough afternoon.

“She’s at Mom and Dad’s. They’re watching her for the evening so that you and I can have some time alone.” She stepped back, wringing her hands together briefly and then gesturing toward the kitchen. “I made dinner for us. I thought I’d open some wine, even.”

Killian frowned. “Are you sure, love?”

“Yeah, the breastfeeding books say one glass is fine—”

“Not about the wine, about your parents looking after Maureen.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “They’re experienced with taking care of a baby, Killian.”

“I know, but we’re not.” He shook his head. “What I mean is, we’re not experienced with being away from our daughter. I’m not worried about the baby, I’m worried about us.”

“But I want… I want us to be able to be together without worrying that her crying is going to interrupt a nice moment, that’s all.”

Killian observed how hopeful she looked. “You’re right. Let’s have dinner and an adult conversation.”

“Right?” Emma led the way into the kitchen, where she’d carefully set two places at the table with their nicest dishes. “No talk about poop or feedings or sleep schedules.” She pulled a wine bottle down and fished around in a drawer until she found the corkscrew.

Once they were seated at the table with full plates and wine glasses, Killian raised his glass to her. “To a quiet evening, just the two of us.”

“Just the two of us,” Emma replied, clinking their glasses together.

“So, what did you say to your parents? That our darling daughter was not allowing us the time or energy to have sex?”

Emma laughed. “Not in so many words, no, but I’m sure they can connect the dots.”

Killian took a bite of his chicken breast. “This is delicious.”

“Thanks. I used one of those premade sauces from the grocery store, but for me, that’s advanced cooking.”

“And you look beautiful tonight,” he told her over the lip of his wine glass.

Emma blushed, and Killian resisted the sudden impulse to forget all about dinner and carry his wife upstairs to finally have his way with her. Instead, he took a bite of green beans and chewed, and wondered if Maureen was giving her grandparents any trouble. Which made him worry that they’d find her to be a more difficult baby than their own, and that the blame for that would rest firmly on his shoulders — proof that he’d turned out to be a terrible father in the end.

“So…” Emma drawled after a protracted silence. “Can you think of any adult conversation topics? Because all I can think of to talk about is stuff Maureen did today.”

He let out a breath, relieved that he wasn’t the only one. “Tell me.”

“She did more of that reflex smiling. I know they aren’t real smiles yet, but they’re still so cute I could die.”

He nodded in agreement. “That they are.”

“She also seems to really like that octopus toy that Zelena got her. As soon as she sees it, her eyes follow it wherever I move it— Oh my God, how pathetic am I? I think I have an unhealthy obsession with our baby, Killian,” she laughingly said.

“Well, that makes two of us.” He set his fork down. “She does occupy a lot of our time and energy right now, love; of course she’s occupying our thoughts.”

“I guess you’re right. Still, I’d like to think I’m a slightly more interesting conversationalist.”

“I’ve always found you to be a perfectly interesting conversationalist.”

“Have you? I thought you were just interested in me for my body,” she said with a half-smile.

“Oh, I’m terribly interested in that too, but your mind is equally fascinating to me.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Emma pushed her plate away. “Let’s go to bed.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Your determination tonight is impressive.”

She ran a hand through her hair. “To be honest, I’m worried that Maureen will get on one of her crying jags and drive my parents insane, so I’d rather not leave her there any longer than necessary.”

“Emma, if you’re worried, we can go get her. You don’t have to torture yourself.”

“No, no, I want sex. Really.” Of his skeptical gaze, she wilted. “Okay, I don’t want it exactly, but I’m sure I’ll warm up to it. Like the last time we tried.”

“All right,” he said quietly, gesturing for her to precede him up the stairs. He glanced at the dirty dishes; much as he hated leaving a messy kitchen, there were more important things to attend to at the moment. He’d just have to clean it later.

Following Emma into the bedroom, he watched as she pulled her clothes off with somewhat ruthless efficiency, contributing to the sense that she mostly wanted to get this over with. Killian started to unbutton his shirt, hesitating halfway to his navel. He knew asking Emma if she was sure about this would annoy her, so instead, he shifted tactics. Approaching where she stood, he trailed his fingers down her spine. “What can I do for you tonight, love?” he said, letting his voice drop into a deeper register.

Her eyes widened like he’d put her on the spot. “I don’t know. Let’s…” She gestured toward the bed. “See what happens.”

They got into bed, completely naked with each other for the first time since about two days before Emma had gone into labor. Killian had thought that the combination of exhaustion and Emma’s utilitarian seduction might make it a challenge for him to get an erection, but one touch of her skin against his and he was gone, his body bridging the gap that his mind was struggling with. He kissed her, deep and wet and full of passion.

As before, he coaxed her into spreading her legs for him, lubricating his fingers before he touched her this time. Emma closed her eyes, but it was obvious that it wasn’t out of enjoyment; tension was radiating off of her in waves.

“Relax, darling,” he said, slowly stroking her.

“I’m trying.” She exhaled. “That’s good, keep going,” she said, but her voice was flat.

When he carefully penetrated her with a finger, he saw Emma’s shoulders rise. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it just… it feels weird.” She opened her eyes, twin pools of anxiety. “Does it feel weird to you?”

“No, love, it doesn’t. Should I stop?”

Emma paused, and then she shook her head. “Keep going.”

Despite her words, the expression on her face made him feel like he was forcing her, and his own arousal started to flag in the face of that feeling. Hoping that he was reading her wrong, he continued to gently thrust in and out with one finger. The lubricant made it difficult to tell if she was truly aroused or not, but her facial expression told him she wasn’t. It was like a forced march toward penetration, and he didn’t want it to be this way.

“Emma—”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she groaned, and he was horrified to see tears well in her eyes. He pulled his hand back quickly.

“It was hurting you,” he accused her.

“No, it really wasn’t, I swear.” The tears spilled over, rolling down the sides of her face. “I’m freaking out because my body doesn’t feel like mine, and all I can think about is the baby, and…” She glanced down the length of her body and quickly folded her arms over her breasts. “And my boobs are leaking.”

“Oh, my love,” he said, curling himself around her in what he hoped was a comforting embrace. “You don’t have to force this. If it’s too soon, then it’s too soon.”

“It’s not that it’s too soon, it’s… this wasn’t the right way.” She hiccupped a little sob.

“Shall we go pick up our daughter?”

He felt Emma nod. “Yeah.”

~*~

Just before dawn, Emma climbed back into their warm bed. She felt Killian stir and looked over. In the dim light, she watched him slowly swimming up from several hours of uninterrupted sleep and gave him a little smile. “Hey.”

He looked around, confusion evident on his face. “How long has Maureen been asleep?”

“I just put her back down.” Off his frown, she explained. “I mostly kept her downstairs during her wakeful period last night so that you could sleep. You seemed particularly exhausted, and I know my emotional meltdown didn’t help.”

Killian sat up, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to do that, love—”

“I wanted to. You’ve been so amazing and understanding about everything, and—” She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “And I love you.”

He started to get up, but Emma grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. “Stay in bed with me a little while.”

“I’d love to, but allow me to go relieve myself and clean my teeth,” he said.

“Oh. Okay, that’s allowed.” She watched him go, again struck by what a wonderful husband and father Captain Hook had turned out to be. She’d seen him at his wit’s end over the last couple of weeks dealing with their fussy baby, and he’d never once raised his voice, and had only given up trying to comfort Maureen when Emma suggested she might try feeding her. And then last night, he’d been extremely aroused — she’d felt his erection pressing against her thigh when they first got into bed together, she’d felt his desperation in the way he had kissed her, and yet his only concern had been for her pleasure. When it was clear things weren’t working for her, he’d stopped immediately and showed no sign of resentment during the process of getting dressed and driving to the farm to pick up their daughter. If her parents had wondered why they’d cut their evening so short, they hadn’t asked.

Killian returned to the bedroom and got back under the covers. He was eyeing her carefully but trying not to appear as if he was eyeing her carefully.

Emma knew they should probably talk about what happened the night before, but she really didn’t want to. Right now, she wanted to act, and to do something generous for her husband. Curling into his arms, she kissed him. Under the flavor of toothpaste, he tasted like Killian, and she was struck by how much she’d missed the constancy of their physical intimacy.

The both scooted down in the bed, cuddled under the blankets and quilts in a cocoon of warmth as they continued to kiss. Killian choked off a groan in the back of his throat as Emma pressed her hips against his.

“I don’t know how much time we have, but I know I want you to come,” she whispered, sliding her hand down the front of his pajamas to take his cock in her hand. “Can I do that, babe? Make you come?”

“I’d rather make you come first,” he said, his eyes squeezing shut as she stroked him. Emma shook her head. “Next time, maybe. This time is for you.”

Killian visibly reined himself in, his hand covering hers to stop her motion. “You don’t owe me anything, Emma.”

“I know. But I think I need to take small steps, and right now what I want to do is make you lose control without having to worry about me.” She tightened her grasp around his cock, grinning at his gasped reaction. “Please?”

“Well, it would be the height of… churlishness for me… to resist such an offer,” he managed to choke out as Emma continued to move her fist up and down his length. “Gods, Emma.”

“Take your pajama pants off,” she said reaching behind her to grab the lube where they’d left it the night before. While Killian did as she asked, maneuvering the elastic waistband of his pants over his erection, she put a good-sized amount of lube in her palm. Taking him in hand again, she moved over his skin until everything was warm and slippery and then set up a rhythm, twisting her wrist over the head on each upstroke before sinking down to the base.

Killian moaned, pulling her closer, his hand moving to the back of her head to bring their mouths together. His kiss was sloppy and needy, and Emma felt her own body respond to the intensity of his arousal. She continued to stroke him, licking into his mouth as he held onto her and gave in to the way she was coaxing him toward release. Finally, he broke away, forehead pressed against hers, panting into the space between them. “I’m close,” he gasped.

Emma sped up her motion, meeting each of his thrusts into her fist. “That’s it, Killian. Let go.”

He groaned, his hips stuttering as he came. She stroked him through it, gradually slowing until she felt him relax, and she let go of his softening cock. Wiping her hand off on her soiled t-shirt, she snuggled in close to him, sighing as if she were the one who had found release.

“We need to clean up,” Killian murmured, the gentle curve of a smile on his lips.

Combing the damp hair at this temple, Emma shook her head. “In a minute. I don’t want to let go of you yet.”

“Are you sure I can’t return the favor, love?”

It was tempting, because seeing him reach orgasm had aroused her, but she didn’t want to detract from this perfect moment with her anxieties about her own body, not now. “I’m good. This was exactly what I wanted this morning.”

Killian brushed his nose against hers, kissing her tenderly. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” she said, and then giggled. “Well, not any time.”

“Not when we’re visiting your parents at the farm, for example.”

“Or at the sheriff’s station,” Emma added.

“Oh, I don’t know, as I recall there’s a storage room we can steal away to when we are very motivated,” Killian said as he continued to press little kisses against her lips. He felt boneless and content in her arms, and it made Emma want to stretch this moment out for as long as she could.

A cry sounded from down the hall, and she sighed heavily, dropping her head back onto the pillow. “Dammit.”

“I’ll get her,” Killian said, grabbing his pajama pants from the floor.

“And I’ll change my shirt,” Emma said, pulling the sticky cotton away from her stomach.

Killian grimaced. “Sorry.”

“Uh-uh, don’t you dare apologize, this was the best start to the day we’ve had in awhile.” She pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it in the hamper. “Hey,” she called to Killian as he started to leave the room, causing him turn back. “I love you.”

The way his face lit up made her melt. “I love you, too.”

~*~

The hairdressers at Storybrooke’s only hair salon loved Maureen.

After Emma got home and fed her, Maureen zonked out, seemingly exhausted from being passed around from person to person while Goldilocks went to work on Emma’s hair. Emma put the baby down in her crib, then stared at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror for a while, wondering if she’d made a horrible mistake. She went back into the bedroom, collapsing on the bed — might as well try to catch a little sleep, she thought. It’ll be tempting to clean the house while the baby’s asleep, her mother had said to her at one point. Don’t. Nap when the baby’s napping. Sometimes she took that advice and sometimes she didn’t, but today she soon found that she couldn’t seem to close her eyes.

Absently, Emma pressed against her abdomen through her thin shirt, hating the way her body felt sort of spongy and loose under her fingertips. She knew she couldn’t expect things to spring back to normal immediately, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear, especially when those feelings were layered on top of her usual insecurities about getting older.

Trying to escape those fruitless anxieties, Emma’s mind wandered to a few mornings ago, and the first real successful sexual encounter she and Killian had had since the baby was born. It might have been mostly one-sided, but she still counted it as a victory. Imagining the way he looked when he was overwhelmed with desire, she slid her hand underneath the front of her leggings and underwear, cupping her pubic bone in her hand.

Deep down, she had to admit she was afraid of the way sex was going to feel. She’d loved being penetrated, loved that feeling of being stretched to the limit. Now her body felt wrong, fragile, like despite what her doctor had said, things weren’t really healed properly and Killian might inadvertently damage her. It made her feel like a sort of invalid, like her body was broken. Cautiously, she probed at her vagina and just beyond, that area still a tiny bit sore from where she’d been stitched up after the delivery. She pressed around with her fingertips, looking for the source of the wrongness, but nothing seemed terribly out of place.

She started to remove her hand, letting her fingers graze across her clit, and she felt a little spark of pleasure at the contact. Gasping, she repeated the touch a few times, almost laughing at the notion that she’d had to rediscover masturbation. Still, that’s what it felt like, touching herself purely for the enjoyment of it for the first time in ages.

The front door downstairs opened, and she heard Killian’s familiar footfalls crossing the floor and coming up the stairs. Emma sat up, grinning ruefully at his timing, then remembered her hair and panicked, her hands flying to clutch it behind her head just as he walked through the bedroom door.

Killian gave her a confused look. “What are you doing?”

Emma dropped her hands sheepishly. “I got my hair cut,” she said, which was probably unnecessary to say, as her hair now hung at the level of her shoulders. The thought of all that hair on the floor of the beauty salon made her a little bit sick to her stomach.

Without saying anything, Killian dropped down next to her on the bed to examine it more closely. He reached out, touching the ends of it with his fingertips.

“You hate it.”

He leaned over toward her, brushing his lips against the line of her jaw. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s gonna take some getting used to, but I think I like it.”

“Then I like it too,” he murmured, shifting her hair out of the way and kissing underneath her ear. “Where’s Maureen?”

“I just put her down for a nap.” She grinned, her heartbeat picking up speed. “Why?”

He pulled back, seeming to realize for the first time that she’d also been in bed. Or, on the bed anyway. “Sorry, you were going to take a nap too, weren’t you?”

She shook her head, biting her lip. “I thought about it, but I couldn’t sleep. Actually, I thought I’d try rubbing one out.”

Killian’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked positively delighted. “Really?”

“Yeah. I was… testing the waters.” Grabbing him by the collar, Emma let herself fall backward. Killian followed, looming over her on the bed. “But now that you’re here…”

Their lips met, and Emma brought her hand up to Killian’s chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his shirt as he positioned himself on top of her, propped up on one elbow. She felt a surge of desire and broke the kiss on a laugh.

He smiled at her joy, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “What?”

“Nothing, I just… want this. I mean really this time. I want you.” She craned her neck up to kiss him again, and for a few minutes they made out like teenagers, hands grasping for any bit of flesh they could reach, hips grinding against each other through their pants.

Finally, Emma pushed Killian away so that she could strip off her clothes. As she pulled her leggings and underwear and socks off, Killian dexterously unfastened his shirt, his hand flying down the buttons. Emma pulled off her own shirt, hesitating on the clasp of her bra.

“Everything okay?” Killian asked, kicking his jeans and boxers to the floor as he unbuckled his brace.

“Should I leave my bra on? I might leak on you.”

“Do what makes you feel comfortable, but I assure you that I really don’t care.” He pulled back the covers of the bed, getting under and holding the blankets up in invitation for her to join him.

With a shrug, Emma tossed the unflattering bra to the floor, nursing pads tumbling down with it. “I guess I’d rather feel your skin all over.” She turned to him, letting him pull her into his arms.

“I promise I’ll be careful with these,” Killian said with a grin, his hand tracing down the curve of her breast. He lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss in the valley of her cleavage.

“Would you touch me? Like before?” she asked. She pressed her hips forward, and Killian slid his thigh between her legs to give her some friction as he reached for the ever-present bottle on the bedside table.

“I would love to,” he said, his voice gravelly with desire. “I’d spend hours pleasuring you if I could.”

She giggled. “We definitely don’t have hours— oh my God,” she gasped as his slick fingers slid between her folds. “That’s… that’s good. Fuck.”

He kneaded her flesh with his talented fingers, kissing her over and over until she thought she might explode from too much sensation. Then she felt him enter her with a finger as he pulled back and studied her face. “Okay?”

Emma nodded quickly. It still didn’t feel normal, but it certainly didn’t feel bad. He thrust slowly in and out, and she whimpered, her fingernails scratching through his chest hair. It felt like her nerves were on fire but in the best possible way. “Another,” she gasped.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slid two fingers inside her, and Emma groaned in response. She bucked against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers, and then his thumb started to tease her clit, little circles that made her tremble.

“Are you close?” Killian whispered.

“I can’t— I don’t know.” The needs of her body after such a long drought without an orgasm were warring with her nerves about taking his cock inside her. “I think I need to fuck you.”

“Let me make you come first, love; I won’t last long,” Killian said, speaking the words against her lips. “You’re so perfect and I want you so much.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve really… missed you inside me.”

She didn’t have to ask him again. He positioned himself between her thighs, sitting up on his knees so he could apply more lube to his erection. He stroked himself, looking down at her with a lazy half-smile, and Emma shuddered again as she drank in the erotic sight of him pleasuring himself. Why hadn’t she been watching him jack off these last few weeks, she wondered. What a missed opportunity.

Emma splayed her legs wider, as ready as she’d ever be. Killian kept his cock in his hand, swiping the head of it up and down over her entrance and dragging across her clit, and she gasped again at how amazing she felt. How had she waited this long? Now that she was turned on, it seemed impossible that she’d gone such a long time without fucking this man.

Finally, he pushed inside her, moving slow, watching her for any sign of pain. She did feel a twinge of discomfort at the stretch, but she’d felt worse after a long dry spell. Mostly it felt odd, like the architecture of her insides had changed somehow.

“Is that okay?” Killian asked.

Emma nodded.

“Does it feel good?”

“It’s… does it feel different to you?” she asked him.

“It feels wonderful, Emma, I promise you.” He pulled out part way and then pushed forward again, sinking into her to the base of his cock. “Gods, you feel so good.” The words tumbled out so quickly that she could barely make them out.

“I’m okay,” she said, as much for herself as for him. “Don’t hold back.”

Killian dropped down over her, changing the angle and holding himself up on his elbows as he started to piston his hips in a steady rhythm. After a little while, it stopped mattering whether it felt different, because really it felt incredible. Emma moaned, her hands gripping at his back. She brought her knees up, spreading herself wider, and wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck, Emma—”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. He was probably close, but God, so was she, and if he could keep doing exactly what he was doing—

The noise she made when she came was relieved and probably way too loud given that they had a sleeping baby down the hall, but it was soon drowned out by Killian’s own moan as he let himself fall. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting his weight rest against her as their breathing and heart rates started to slow.

Emma reluctantly unwound her limbs from around him, her thigh muscles protesting as she stretched. Killian pulled out and collapsed beside her, a happy grin on his face, while Emma looked down at herself. “Ugh. Hand me a tissue.”

Killian did as she asked, and Emma blushed as she wiped droplets of breastmilk from her chest. “Sorry about that,” she said.

His smile didn’t falter. “I told you I don’t mind. It’s miraculous, the things the female body is capable of.”

“Yeah, that’s one word for it,” she muttered.

“Given all the bodily fluids we’ve exchanged over the years, what’s one more?”

“Gross.”

Killian pulled her into his arms, nuzzling against her neck. “It’s not gross, it’s beautiful. Gods, I love you.”

“I love you, too. Um, and in case it wasn’t obvious, I really enjoyed that.” She turned her head and kissed him. “We’re gonna be okay.”

“Of course we are, love.”

The sound of the baby’s cry echoed down the hall.

“Our daughter, on the other hand, thinks everything is terrible and needs to tell us about it urgently,” Emma said with a smirk.

“Well, let’s go set her aright.” With one more kiss to her lips, Killian pulled himself up and out of bed. Rolling onto her side and propping her head up on the palm of her hand, Emma watched him getting dressed. Clearly, the advice should have been to fuck while the baby’s napping, she thought, and then laughed out loud at the idea of her mother sharing that particular nugget of wisdom.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

Emma shook her head. “Nothing. I’m just happy.”

[weeklyfangirl]

Previously on Frat Boy...

*this does not include chapters 1-3, we’re getting straight into it!

Jumping into CHAPPIE 4

IT’S A NIGHTMARE AT KEANS! A potentially seductive tutoring session gone wrong, Harry ends up beating up some good-for-nothings (remember the cheap cologne and snake tattoo) who tried to mug her and potentially something mUCH WORSE. She gets a slice on her neck from it and Harry is all brooding and rain-soaked and carries her to the car in sILENCE

HE SPENDS THE NIGHT BECAUSE SHE’S TOO SCARED TO BE BY HERSELF AND HE JUST DEADASS CHOOSES THE FLOOR OVER GETTING INTO BED WITH HER

BUT THEN she scoots over to make some room for him and they end up mAKING OUT AND Harry is just being so cuddly??? And soft???? And when she asks him why he’s being like this he says, “Not everyone’s you.”

Renny walks in though and that leaves an awkward moment when Harry picks up his pants and leaves in a rush and then she’s not quite sure where that leaves her and Harry #THANKSRENNY      

CHAPPIE 5

She doesn’t listen to harry and goes to class the next day because she can’t be alone so when she enters the lecture hall she sees Harry and – ALERT! ALERT!!!!! THERE’S A GIGGLY GIRL BETWEEN HIS LEGS *cough* it’s Vivienne *cough*

After class is over she quickly leaves in hopes she’ll be able to escape Harry’s attention BUT he races to catch up with her *swoon*

After last night’s cuddle and MAKEOUT SESH HELLO things seem to be going well with them and so he asks her to wear his jersey before the big game

SHE SAYS NO!??? WHAT!??? SHE’S SUCH A BISH WHAT THE FUCK

Exact words: “It was a mistake. I was scared and lonely and you were… you were just there.”

Harry points out that HELLO it was HER who kissed HIM first

Then Vivienne comes out of class to join them and has to butt her head into it and mention some random dress requirements about how he should be looking good tonight

That CLEARLY meant it was a date (wrong) so she felt justified in turning him down like that (wrong)

Anywho, mum finds out about Keans and Renny wants her to go to the authorities but they both don’t push her.

And it’s the... *drumroll* Sorority Halloween party! She was NOT expecting harry to be the DJ

^^^ Basically how it went down in a few bullet points

The sorority girls were emotional hoes and made an open-ended invitation so they could see what the girls took away from it (aka who dressed as a hoe and who didn’t) - Renny exposed her hoe-ish side whereas she was dressed nicely

SO they switch clothes so Renny can save her own skin. Fast forward five minutes and she’s bent over the sink in a short plaid skirt while she tries to get the boob stain out when Harry comes up behind her. Her exact thoughts -

SO she tries to take the high road and apologize to Harry about earlier BUT HARRY’S A HURT PUPPY NOW OKAY NO ONE GETS TO MAKE HIM FEEL STUPID

So Harry interrupts her apology. But she thought he’d cared a bit?? And he looked actually hurt this morning??? He was acting different last night too and here she was actually APOLOGIZING …. But now he’s back to being a dick and he tells her it meant nothing to him and is, well, pretty harsh. (Which OBVI gets her butthurt)

She runs away to grab Renny and escape but Renny wants to stay because this is THE choicest party of the year and she NEEDS to get into this sorority

She gets it, so she turns to leave but then races up the stairs because she saw him up there and DAMN IT SHE WILL HAVE THE LAST WORD IF IT’S THE LAST THING SHE DOES BECAUSE SHE HAS A SUSPICION THAT HE’S LYING TO HER AND DAMN IT SHE WON’T BE MADE TO LOOK THE FOOL

BIG MISTAKE- she hears him with another woman behind the door. 

She runs away. Sadness. Confusion.

She sees Zayn in the street and he’s bummed because it isn’t working out with this model he’s drawing but he’s nice, and sweet...

CHAPPIE 6

It’s FOOTBALL TIME – they go to a soccer game and she drools over how hot harry is and he seems EXTRA worked up on the fieLD. A little ANGRY. A little HURT.

They win and some drunken sportsman just grabs her face and kisses her

They camp to celebrate their victory and Zayn is getting nice and talkative with her, but Renny is texting Niall and he invites her to the beach party the team’s throwing at the expensive vintage cottages on the other side of the highway

THIS HOE MAKES HER WALK HER ALL THE WAY THERE but of course she isn’t going to stay because HARRY IS THERE. So she has to leave. By herself.

But not before she sees the guy who kissed her in the stands and he was HELLA beat up

*suspicious*

We get a little insight into Harry’s judgemental “i hate every single one of you” mindset and he has a sass down with Renny before running after her because HELLO RENNY U DUMB SHIT SHE JUST WENT THROUGH ALL THIS TRAUMATIC NASTINESS AND U SEND HER OUT TO THE CAMPGROUNDS ALONE?!!!!

SO harry is a lil stalker and follows her back to the grounds. She almost has a heart attack when she sees him but she (though annoyed) accepts the company. They try and play a little game of 21 questions but it really turns into “I’ll answer one vaguely and you can ask one later” after harry gets snappy about his parents #parentproblems.

Things get a little foggy but he ends up whining and getting into the sleeping bag with her

BUT GET THIS…. SHE’S THE ONE TO SNUGGLE UP AGAINST HIM IN HER SLEEP INDUCED STATE

And then in the middle of the night she has a nightmare and he comforts her, holds her, says it’s gonna be okay :(

That was a little aggressive. Let’s move on to CHAPPIE 7 

IT’S THE MORNING AFTER HEY-O and Zayn offers to take her out for pancakes with the guys but Harry’s all like nah man I’m taking her, look I already took down the tent and everything I’m such a hunky man. So Zayn leaves. Harry takes her home (not to bed) before leaving in his nice ass range rover because he has these elusive “plans” and she ALMOST gets him to smile but then he offered to pay for her notes and she took it the wrong way

MOM VISITS and she bought her a dress for the sorority dinner tonight at the fancy shmancy restaurant. There’s a lil bit of tension because...well… where is this money coming from??? But she doesn’t say anything, because her mom is trying so hard. And she just wants her to be happy.

We jump to the sorority dinner and Vivienne’s there. She misses out on dessert which she was NOT happy about. Why’d she miss out? Because Harry paid for her meal while he was on a date with another woman and she ran out in a huff. Harry chases her, but they get in an even bigger argument because she’s fired up about harry being with ANOTHER girl and she’s all I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU OKAY YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ALONE

(basically)

Which leads us to our most-recent CHAPPIE 8

She regrets being so angry last night at Harry because she revealed her emotions to him – well, the alcohol did. But - no going back now!

Zayn asks her to model for her at the coffee shop!! You say yes!! Shocker!!!! He leaves happy with a pep in his step. But she hopes it’s not because he LIKES her in a certain WAY ;)

But…. *dramatic music* SHE SEES THE MYSTERY DATE KISSING ANOTHER MAN AT THE COFFEE SHOP WHEN SHE’S ABOUT TO LEAVE

So she goes to visit Harry’s practice to rat out the cheater because she doesn’t want a girl using him (why does she care though amiright?)

BUT THE GIRL IS HARRY’S SISTER WHAT

And thus she gets invited to their family dinner and she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into

The long awaited CHAPPIE 9 starts up in the Styles’s mansion home on Coast Hills Drive

passing Teslas, Porsches, you know, the standard, turns out Harry has THE LARGEST FREAKING FAMILY HOME ON THE CORNER (obvi, did we expect anything less) 

A “meet his highly dysfunctional family” kind of dinner with the unwelcomed guest Viv, and hosted by Mary and Lionel Styles. All is well until... Y/N points out that only Harry, Gemma, and her bf Charlie are the ones with the accent 

AND THEN Harry flips his sh*t over his dad saying he’s a beach bum because apparently that’s a lie that runs DEEP (#daddyissues?). Basically everyone is uncomfortable and Harry ditches the table. 

She’s leaving, too, when Viv runs after her and dishes that the reason they don’t all have accents is because Harry is adopted. 

JUST WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD LEAVE.... her car dies. Embarrassing, really. Right in front of Harry and his gazillion dollar mansion.

Now it’s a forced impromptu sleepover and Harry gives you a tour of the house - there’s the living wing where his parents sleep and where his dad keeps live animals, the movie theatre, sunroom, panoramic ocean views...

the guest room she gets set up in is nice, and she tries to find face soap in the cabinets but THERE’S JUST PILLS AND WABAM! - MARY STYLES IS SITTING EERILY AT THE FOOT OF THE GUEST BED WATCHING HER. She points to the sky and mumbles something about how she picked it. And something about a Jane. 

Harry comes and whisks crazy lady away, but now she has the heeby jeebies in that empty room and she walks to Harry’s door in the middle fo the night becAUSE WHAT OTHER HUNKY MAN WILL MAKE HER FEEL SAFE.

We pick-up right where we left off in CHAPPIE 10 

Harry’s all rambly and cute and fetches her some different pills (melatonin) to help her sleep 

Somehow she makes it to his bed HELLO and they’re listening to the waves crash when she mentions Viv because that bish is still on her mind and she can’t shake the feeling that THAT is the hoe harry’s been with

obvi he answers they’re just longtime family friends

AND THEN LIKE A BIG GIRL SHE APOLOGIZES FOR BEING NASTY TO HIM AND SAYING MEAN THINGS AT THAT SORORITY DINNER 

And then she finally expresses her vulnerabilities!! Yes girl!! She tells him he says it doesn’t matter a lot, and he whips it back and says she’s the one who said it first after the make out sesh post-Keans coffee mugging fiasco. SO she tells him why she said it didn’t matter!!! AKA because she didn’t want to get hurt and believe he thought of her any differently than all the other girls in the past. Progress! Expression! 

But then...BUT THEN... HE APOLOGIZES FOR KISSING HER. Even though people kiss all the time she wasn’t “people” and hE THINKS HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER SCARED STATE!?? Why so sweet??

and then when he offers for her to sleep there there’s this weird tensiony “you’re really hot and sexy in the moonlight and you’re right freaking next to me” tension & she tries to kiss him 

BUT HE SAYS DON’T, THAT HE CAN’T, THAT HE’S SORRY SHE CAME THERE

 After agonizing minutes of observing his peaceful chiseled body, she asks him why there’s a crib in the closet - but naturally he’s already asleep SO NO ANSWERS ARE GIVEN 

Then in the AM Charlie gets the jumper cables that were there the ENTIRE TIME (thanks for NOT mentioning that, Harry) so she and her car “Grandpa” are good to leave

Gemma’s there to say goodbye, too and she said that Harry handled everything well yesterday.... that they didn’t hear anything...

But when Charlie pulls her in for a side hug it triggers a distant memory about someone and she pushes it away... 

Back at school, she’s wrapping up Matt the perfect American boy athlete’s shoulder when he says she smells like boy. It’s Harry. She smells like his cologne and bedsheets, and she rips off the shirt as soon as she can. 

And now that we’re all caught up, CHAPPIE 11 IS DROPPIN WITHIN 24 HOURS!!!!

[appleschloss]

HAPPY 10K MANDY

My friend, @princesscas just hit 10k followers recently and I’m soooo proud of her and I wanted to make something but I didn’t even know what to make.

And then this came to mind. SO.

Just for you, to celebrate, here are some random and semi-crack headcanon/AUs!

(all Destiel mind you)

(this is kinda long so under the cut)

-Furry AU! 

Where Cas is a fuckin adorable ass, famous Fursona who goes to tons of cons and no one knows who he is and Dean went to like a Comic Con deal with Sam (this is like normal verse so no demons) and Cas is there and he’s like, intrigued, never seen a furry before. For some reason (insert reason here) Sam knows of him, cause maybe Sam’s gone to like anime cons and gaming cons with Jess and Dean ends up like idk. END GOAL = they date and Dean is Cas’s handler and Cas always acts hella cute around dean.

-Cat!AU

They’re cats. All of them. Nothing changes beside that everyone is cats.

-Check, Please!AU 

   **Dean = Jack

   **Sam = Shitty (they are separated at birth - JUST DONT QUESTION IT)

   **Bobby = Coach Murray (or other Coach)

   **John = Bad Bob (badass best hockey player ever)

   **Mary - Alicia (obvi - probs played women’s hockey before. Badass actress/model)

   **Cas - Bitty (how fuckin cute am i right)

   **Jess/Jody - Lardo (either go with Shardo ship or like more personality based????)

   **Kevin - Ransom

   **Charlier - Holster (we’re ignoring genders here. Also bros for life)

   **Crowley - Dex (cause he’s usually kinda high strung)

   **Gabe - Nursey (cause he’s chill) (also he and Crowley would totes fight)

   **Chuck - John Johnson

   **Garth - Chowder

   **Benny - Tater

   **Michael - Kent Parson

   **Luci - Fry Guy

((I warned you that some of these were crack. I ACTUALLY LIKE HAD TO REARRANGE THAT THO))

-Transformers AU

Dean and Sam are like Sam Witwicky (maybe they’re twins. Or they just, alter the plot of the 2007 movie to two people) and Cas is Bumblebee and Bobby is Optimus Prime aaand Crowley is Megatron and Gabe is Jazz (cause Jazz dies xD) Chuck is the AllSpark ummmm Ruby is Bone Crusher and Lillith is Star Scream aaand Garth is Ratchet and ummm Samuel Campbell is Iron Hide

Idek

(is it bad that I didn’t have to look up any of those? like the Transformer characters)

-Twilight!AU

   Cas is Bella. Dean is Edward. Idek about the rest. Bobby is probably Carlisle. Who would Jacob be? Maybe Crowley?

-Craigslist!Modelling Job AU

Dean is at a party with Charlie and Benny and a few other friends and they play Truth or Dare (”Guys, this is college. Why are we playing this?” - Kevin “Because it’s fun! Or are you just chicken?” -Charlie)

Dean gets dared to accept one random ad on craigslist. Charlie takes him to a random page.

This is the ad that catches his eye.

“Need a model. class project. i can’t pay much but i can get you pizza and drinks.”

Cas is the photographer. It actually is for a class project. Cas doesnt act flustered but he’s totally blushing during the shoot. Dean gives him his number. You know what happens next.

-Stripper!Dean!AU

   Cas goes to Gabe’s bachelor party and Dean is a stripper and gives Cas a lap dance and Cas was like so against coming to here cause he’s a Good Boy™ but he gets so like turned on and hot damn Dean is sexy.

Dean slips Cas his number and they go on a cute coffee date and Cas just like isn’t sure how to act because “I’ve seen you naked already?? And you totally knew I had a boner?? What are we??”

-GTAV!AU

Cas is Michael. Dean is Trevor.

Bam. Best AU.

-YouTube!AU

Cas is a cute ass blogger who does random collabs and travelling videos and occasionally does silly cooking stuff. His fans love him because of how genuine and like happy and smiley and just a really sweet guy. Does lots of charity work. His best friend Charlie is on sometimes, and his brother Gabe is in sometimes too when he comes for visits he loves to hop into the background and be like “YOU BETTER KEEP THIS IN THE FINAL CUT.”

Dean wanted to record him rebuilding Baby from the ground up one time and Sam edited it and made it more like a timelapse and told him he should put it on YouTube, so he did, for shits and giggles, and people really liked it. So now he does timelapses of him deconstructing and cleaning/reconstructing guns. As well as cars and other mechanical work. He’s done a few tutorials and Q&A’s. He also has a second channel, that he didn’t tell him main channel about, where he posts videos of him playing the guitar and singing covers of his favorite songs. (He keeps his face out of them).

Cas and Dean probably meet at a VidCon and become good friends.

They start dating and don’t ever announce it, but the fandom ships it so hard because of how cute/flirty they were at the con. They start noticing that Cas is wearing what appear to be Dean’s shirts, and some fans are in denial, and they ask both questions but they always just shrug it off.

Until one time, Dean wanders into one of Cas’s vlogs in only flannel pajama pants, holding two mugs of coffee, and hands one to Cas, gives him a kiss on the cheek with a husky. “Morning sunshine.” 

They start posting cute ass couple pictures after it and its just so cute.

-Olympic!AU

Dean is either a marksmen or a martial artist. I can’t decide. Gabe is a sports photographer and Cas is a professional ice skater and he follows Gabe to one of Dean’s things and they end up talking after cause Gabe is at his interview after (he won gold obvi) and Dean was like “I liked your routine.” and Cas is like “You know me???” and Dean says Sam always loved the ice sports and because of Sam he took a liking to ice skating and he skates sometimes but he thinks its really cool. (Sam is olympic volleyball player as a side note.) but they exchange numbers and hang out more and watch Sam play and its hella cute and they kiss.

-Singer!AU

Cas is a famous singer and Gabe is his quirky brother. Anna is his manager. Dean and Sam get hired as bodyguards. Dean and Cas hit it off and try *not* to date but they totally do.

Also Sabriel. 

They have to hire new bodyguards. Anna hates them. (not really, but she’s like “For real guys??”)

Jody gets hired. She’s badass. Charlie is Dean’s best friend and dying cause he is dating Cas, who she loves. Also Kevin is Sam’s and like is also jealous.

Bobby’s their adopted Dad.

-Post!Apocalypse!Vampire!Weird!AU

(long ass name ik but this is a random fuckin idea i thought of years ago and will never do anything with so i’m going to do my best to explain it here and share it with you)

SO. Heaven and Hell went to war, the world got *wasted*. A lot of angels fell and so did demons and their powers have been like diminished. The world is a wasteland and divided into segments and the demons kind of run the place and segments. The angels hide.

Dean and Sam are reincarnated. There is minimal food in this world and because of things and whatever, everyone drinks blood of various degrees to stay alive. Like they dont need much, but they need it. (If you’re rich, you have a lot of blood. It does make you stronger, but you can be fine with minimal).

Blood is also a currency. Animal blood is included in this, but its worth less than human blood.

So. Dean and Sam lost their parents early on, and Dean has always been caring for/fending for Sam. He gets caught stealing books, which are like rare as fuck but he hated that no one was reading them and he felt they were being wasted. (He was going to return them. He was a quick reader. He didn’t think they’d even miss them)

Anyways. Sam goes to jail. The price to free him (cause either he’s a repeat offender or the demon is like Alistair/another demon who recognizes their souls and ups the price cause they can) is like 4/5 liters of blood. Human blood. Sam tells Dean not to pay for it, he’ll be fine, but Dean pays with his own blood of course (cause thats how the whole human blood thing works. Rich people can pay in other people that they own but like you pay in your own blood normally).

Dean is like hella weak after this and tells Sam he’s fine. He takes a day off of work but his arm (where he cut himself) gets infected and like he gets really pale and collapses a few days later. 

Sam packs up all of their stuff and takes them to a miracle healer he’d heard about through the rumor mill.

Surprise. It’s Cas. And Gabe is with him.

Cas freaks out, cause they thought Sam and Dean were dead. Gabe stops Cas from telling him, tho, and like they heal Dean and Dean gets like a frickin flashback while he’s unconscious and being healed of like his previous life.

Also they have a horse named Impala. It was their fathers and its like the only thing they really own besides their tiny shack.

At some point, they get their memories back. They become friends with Gabe and Cas and like, maybe find some of the other fallen angels, and potentially even Crowley and like, do something? That’s all though.

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That was more than I thought it’d be. And some of them actually got serious lol.

ANYWAYS.

I know it’s not a lot but I hope they made you smile and just, congrats Mandy! Happy 10k!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3