#omg its finally done

[maximax-x]

Art © me

Promare AU

[thescrapwitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fëanor | Curufinwë & Maglor | Makalaurë Characters: Fëanor | Curufinwë, Maglor | Makalaurë Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fourth Age, Good Parent Fëanor Summary:

“You were not someone I ever expected, or wanted, to see again.” Círdan gazed down at Fëanor coldly. “Why are you here?”

“Maglor.” Fëanor took a deep breath, forcing himself to be calm. To not knock the table over and demand answers. “My second son still remains in Middle Earth, and I have come to bring him back to Valinor.”

@tolkiengenweek for Day One: Family

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[s0rr3l]

“You- get back here you stupid monkey!!!”

just shenanigans on the road ;)

bonus:

[obliviouskara]

Supergirl doesn’t huff. She doesn’t. She’s National City’s superhero, beloved and adorned. Has captivated the hearts of many, saving it tragedy after tragedy. Supergirl is indestructible, bullets bounce off of her, laser beams shoot out from her eyes. Her enemies tremble at the sight of her and yet here is she, huffing like a petulant child withheld her favorite candy all because Lena Luthor keeps ignoring her.

In Lena’s defense, she’s not ignoring ignoring her but she’s also like not giving her the time of day.

While all of National City’s — some would even argue including Metropolis, eyes are on her she can’t seem to capture a specific pair of exquisite emerald hues that belonged to a certain L-Corp CEO.

It doesn’t matter that she’s saved said tech genius multiple times now (not that she loves to dwell on the fact of just how many times she had to save her) but Supergirl always comes to her rescue. Always. Even more times than the media tabloids can count. So much so that there are rumors spreading, mostly from magazines wanting clickbait headlines. Headlines like how the resident superhero has been spotted carrying a certain CEO to safety way too many times.

People talk, tweet, whisper. Who wouldn’t? A Luthor and Super working together is a headline worthy to keep people talking. But no matter how hard Supergirl tries, nothing seems to be working. She can't catch her attention. At least not the kind of attention she secretly hopes to get out from her.

The CEO thanks Supergirl, as she always does. So polite yet begrudgingly reserved.

Supergirl earnestly tries to make sure to be her knight and shining amour and if from time to time she makes a show or flare about it, that’s her business. None of this garner any huge reaction from Lena though.

So, it makes her huff because she’s Supergirl. Although she would never admit it out loud, she does get a little thrill when people watch her in awe. She tries to hide the proud smirk when she successfully blows a house caught on fire with one breath. She doesn't even break a sweat.

If only Lena would look at her the same way.

But as fate might have it, the L-Corp CEO would simply give her a grateful smile and a practiced “thank you” and she’s off— goes on with her day as if she wasn’t just inches away from death.

Lena doesn’t bat an eye when the Kryptonian does her heroic stunts which some would argue is a bit over the top for someone who isn’t even of acquaintance to the CEO.

Supergirl’s touches are so soft, careful, reverent in such way when she rushes towards Lena’s safety like a scene straight out from a comic. This makes Sam, Lena’s friend and arguably only friend she allows to judge her to an extent—  raise a few eyebrows.

So, the National City’s superhero pouts.

Pouting like a six-year told being told to go to bed earlier than she would have wanted. This inevitably pushes her to find ways to impress the green-eyed CEO who watches her with the most blank expression.

She’d even once sent her a wink when she punches a particular large alien straight to oblivion while staring directly at the CEO. Lena's reaction? Nothing. Didn't even crack a smile. She seemed almost unimpressed. Borderline bored. The only thing she receives is a smack in the head from Alex telling her to “stop being inappropriate while wearing the suit”.

Thankfully, Kara doesn’t have pout for long because while Lena barely gives Supergirl the time of day, she gets a completely 180 when she’s Kara Danvers.

For some reason, Lena smiles wider - brighter whenever she’s around the shy, fidgety, clumsy reporter. A CATCO reporter that Lena seems to be head over heels with.

Lena doesn’t even shy away showing how much she enjoys Kara’s company. It should embarrass Kara how much Lena unabashedly favors her in more ways than one but she’d be lying if she doesn’t admit how much she loves spending time with the her. The undivided attention is just a cherry on top.

While Lena barely makes conversation with the resident superhero, she has lunch dates with Kara. Movie dates. She filled her office with flowers as a thank you for the article she published describing about the new acquisition and owner of Luthor Corp now turned L-Corp even though Kara shyly explained that she was simply doing her job, all while the Kyrptonin simply gets a “that’s lucky” for saving her from almost plummeting to her death.

Kara doesn’t miss the slight change of expression on Lena’s face when the Supergirl nervously explained how she found out Lena was in danger.

Was that jealousy? That’s ridiculous! Why would Lena even care that Kara and Supergirl are friends?

But Kara, oblivious Kara only seem to see herself worthy of Lena Luthor when Kara is her alter ego. She feels more confident when she’s Supergirl than she is as Kara. She’s not really sure why. Probably because she feels she has more to offer compared to her reporter persona. Kara is just so…Kara. Simple. Flimsy. Boring.

Lena doesn’t deserve simple. How could someone be as amazing as Lena Luthor possibly find shy, nervous, boring reporter Kara Danvers interesting? She’s just being kind. That’s just how Lena is. Even though Lena literally bought a million-dollar company she knew absolutely nothing about all for Kara. An investment that left Sam completely speechless and Jess losing sleep for a week.

Kara convinces herself that Lena is just a good person and that’s one of the many things she loves about her best friend.

But it continues, and Lena falls for Kara even more. She falls for her perfect smiles the way her face lights up with each new random fact her brain comes up with, her silly jokes that Alex points out are not even that funny but Lena laughs the loudest if only to bring another smile on Kara’s face, their genuine conversations that has Lena opening parts of herself that she has never told anyone about maybe other than Sam and super platonic cuddling.

This makes Kara as Supergirl bolder. She becomes confident in expressing how she feels for Lena while she wears a cape. Lena isn’t the only one falling. So is Kara. Hard.

She falls for Lena’s genuine kindness; how smart Lena is and yet somehow, it’s like she doesn’t know how amazing she is. She falls for the CEO even when she’s wearing the suit that the lines between her and her superhero alter ego almost blurs. Almost.

So, she openly flirts without shame. For someone who’s supposed to be professional in her line of duty, she seems to make it a hobby to send a overtly flirty smile or wink towards the CEO. Supergirl lifts 10-ton trucks in front of Lena, intentionally flexing her biceps basically just to show off. To get the slightest reaction out of Lena but all she gets is a tight lip smile before Lena shoots Kara a text to have lunch.

And while Lena spends more time publicly with Kara, they barely get swarmed with paparazzi. I mean, who would find Lena having lunch with an unknown reporter interesting.? That’s not news worthy.

It’s not even gossip worthy.

But as soon as she’s standing close with Supergirl, their photos are front and center of every magazine cover.

It becomes a headline in a span of minutes, twitter loses their mind. They earn a little fan club even and Lena tries her best to ignore it.

Really, she does but it bothers her a little. Not for the reasons people might think. She finds every headline of her and Supergirl “dating” irritating if not annoying because that’s not exactly the blonde she wants her name to be associated with.

Sure, she and Kara are getting closer - Lena can feel it. A connection more than friends tethering their bond, an unspoken knowledge neither one of them brave enough to admit. Yet.

She ponders. Hopefully.

The nonstop rumors about her and Supergirl are starting to get on her nerves since last thing she wants is for Kara to get the wrong impression.

Lena considers what she and Kara have fragile. Delicate. Like the slightest turmoil would send it crashing. She can’t have that. Not if she can help it. She won’t allow rumors about her and a hero with an awful god complex ruin it.

She worries what Kara might think of her connection with Supergirl because there isn’t. It’s purely transactional. Business at best. They’re barely even friends.

She’s given the superhero the coldest shoulder she can whenever they’re in close proximity. It's probably not fair but she makes sure to keep a respectable distance between them. It doesn’t help however that the superhero seems to enjoy being close to her.

Hovering almost. It infuriates her even more.

So, she tries to hide it. It’s not the alien’s fault Lena has fallen for the reporter. It’s not Supergirl’s fault she has issues and is overprotective of her relationship with Kara.

Lena isn’t a fan however of the fact that Supergirl somehow is never shy to leave a comment of what she thinks about Lena. While Lena doubles her effort to make sure she doesn’t mention Supergirl in any of her interviews unless necessary, Supergirl is the complete total opposite.

She talks about Lena. A lot. Her projects, her advocacy (How did she even have the time to remember that? Lena’s only mentioned it once) and what she does for the community. It’s so hard to hate the superhero when she’s nothing but nice and supportive towards the scientist.

Almost like this unwavering and undying devotion which to her is a little dramatic since she doesn’t even think highly of herself at times.

Lena thinks, “Thanks but like, can you please just shut up about me for one second?!”

Apparently, Supergirl does and she praises Lena every chance she gets, every time a microphone is shoved towards her asking what she thinks of the L-Corp CEO.

Lena knows the media is doing it on purpose too and it’s fueling whatever rumors that are going on about them. And while she appreciates Superhero’s opinions and generous words, there is only one opinion that she really cares about.

She was mortified when she saw Kara staring at a photo of her with Supergirl, arms wrapped protective around her in one of the magazines on her desk (she’s sure Sam did it on purpose, she doesn’t remember ever getting a copy for herself), Lena immediately snatches it out from Kara’s hands, shoves it inside her drawer and starts rambling defensively preparing for a full-blown explanation to whatever possible questions were running through the reporter’s mind. Noticeably, Kara barely says a word.

Even as Kara stays silent, Lena still feels as though she needs to explain herself. She tells Kara nothing is going on, and she doesn’t see Supergirl that way at all. She shouldn’t be defensive when Kara has not made as much fuss about it but she can’t help it. Sweet, nice, understanding Kara Danvers just smiles and says “I don’t know. You two look good together”.

Now it’s Lena that freezes. She stands there, gob smacked and absolutely lost because what was that supposed to mean?

Does it bother her that Kara almost seemed okay with it? Does Kara think something is actually going on or she doesn’t think much of it? Did Lena expect a little bit jealousy? That’s insane and frankly quiet immature for her to hope to get a rise out of Kara. But Kara simply shrugged and started devouring their shared lunch.

It’s fine. Lena’s fine. She doesn’t care that Kara doesn’t care. This is good. This should be good. It doesn’t bother her at all. Or so she tells herself. Until it does.

Lena tried to casually prob the topic again. Tries her best to not sound too desperate. She thinks of the easiest way to brooch the topic without being conspicuous. With perfect timing, the TV flashes an image and it showed a picture of Supergirl clutching on Lena protectively from a blast, another poor attempt on her life.

Whether it’s because of Supergirl’s overprotectiveness or just her natural aura which was how the photo was taken, it came out beautiful. Stunning. Almost breath taking that you would think it was staged.

On top of that it’s also intimate. The way the superhero is holding her. Lena barely remembers being held by the super. She was too busy trying to not have a panic attack after just seconds away from an exploding bomb.

Lena held her breathe. Any minute now.

Lena had been glancing at Kara’s direction since the news started, waiting. The news anchor mentioned what everyone else was already thinking. How sweet they both look, that somehow, they manage to turn what supposedly should have been an image that would portray fear and anxiousness into something almost heartwarming. She waits, and waits until she breaks the silence herself.

“I can’t believe people actually assume I’m dating Supergirl.” Lena scoffs, forces a laugh as tries to be casual, as if her heart isn’t about to beat out of her chest wondering what Kara might be thinking.

“I wouldn’t blame them. You two make a great couple.”

Before Lena could even respond, Kara adds, “I mean, you and Supergirl? It’s Supergirl, Lena. Everyone wants her. Half of National City probably has a crush on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” Kara finishes off, with a fond roll in her eyes as if to tell her it’s not a big deal. That it’s normal.  She takes the remote out from Lena’s hands while she uses the other to shove popcorn in her mouth. Lena swears she could almost see a smirk forming Kara’s lips. As if she was smug about something.

But it wouldn’t make any sense. Also, why was Kara so fine with it? And why was Lena so annoyed that it didn’t bother Kara? They’ve been going out on dates but nothing about it were friendly. At least not to Lena. Was she reading things wrong? She knows she’s not.

Lena’s too smart to be reading into things. She has three PHDs for crying out loud. She can explain quantum physics in her sleep but this? Lena has never been so sure and so confused about something in her life.

It’s possible to assume what she has with Kara is simply friendship but it’s hard to deny that there’s something more. She feels it. In the way she lights up when Kara is around, when a single text from the reporter brightens up even her darkest days.Good morning and Good Night shouldn’t be causing butterflies to fly rampant in your stomach or make your chest ache with so much joy. But it does. It does for Kara.

“Not me though,” Lena finally says after finding her voice. She looks away, afraid that blue eyes can see beyond the facade she’s trying to keep up. “I don’t… I don’t see her that way.”

Kara pauses mid-way from ingulfing her popcorn. Lips purse as if she’s thinking hard about something. “Really?” Kara doesn’t even hide the surprise in her voice as she slowly turns to face Lena, popcorn temporarily forgotten. “Why not?” Why was Kara whining about this? Lena should be whining, not her.

“What do you mean, ‘Why not?’”

“I mean.. Why don’t you.. But she’s so.. — it’s Supergirl, Lena! She’s like the strongest woman ever! She’s a superhero and she’s so..” Kara blushes, as if trying to find the right words but also somehow struggling to let them out at the same time. This confuses Lena even more.

“She should totally be your type! She’s like everyone’s type!” Kara throws her hands trying to make a point.

Lena just stares at her. Unimpressed. Scrunching her nose, she turns her attention back to the screen changing the channel. “Well, she’s not.” The CEO deadpans and that was the end of it.

Lena tries to forget about that disaster of a movie night. She really does. She wills herself not to think about it. She tries pushing it at the back on her mind for two days until Lena reaches her limit.

She’s furious. How dare Kara Danvers just — push her away like she’s nothing. ‘She should be your type’ plays on her head nonstop almost mocking her and it makes her want to scream! How could someone be this —ugh.

That’s how Sam finds her. Pacing around her office like a mad woman on a mission rage written all over her face. She looks like a ticking time bomb just seconds from exploding.

“Looks like someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning,” cautiously Sam approaches, like walking close to a wild animal. She makes sure to leave a respectable distance just in case.

“Unbelievable!” Lena starts her rant, her hands balled into a fist. “I can’t believe out of all people she thinks Supergirl is perfect for me.”

“I mean she’s not—”

“Samantha Arias, I swear to god not today.”

Sam immediately lifts both hands in surrender, taking another step back.

“Here I was worried sick of what she might think about these stupid rumors only to find out she obviously doesn’t care! The nerve! She thinks supergirl should totally be my type?! Supergirl?!”

Sam opens her mouth attempting to ask a question or two but seeing as Lena is close to throwing the nearest thing she could grab against the wall, she decided against it.

But the thing is, Kara Danvers does care. She probably cares more than anyone. Kara Danvers cares about Lena Luthor so much that it bothered the Kryptonian that Supergirl isn’t Lena’s type hence why she’s huffing again.

However, another incident, another threat to Lena’s life changes everything.

It was such a close call that it leaves them both breathless and the girl of steel shaking as she holds Lena close. Blue eyes scan each and every corner of Lena’s face making sure she’s okay. Making sure she’s real and nothing bad has happened. She made it on time. She's safe. Normally, Lena wouldn’t allow this much intimacy between them but after this attack she needed something to ground her a little.

“You’re okay. Thank Rao, you’re okay.” Lena doesn’t move, her feet appear to be rooted both by shock and fear while Supergirl continues to examine every inch of her face. “I was so scared I was going to lose you,” Supergirl whispers and Lena could hear the tremble in her voice.

Everything happened so fast that Lena was having trouble trying to process everything. The attempt on her life, how she was merrily inches away from death. She remembers the exact moment she came to terms with it. This was it. Finally, from all the attempts on her life that this was the one to take her out. She should have known. An exploding bomb in her car was a classic. Lena would have been okay with it if not for a specific blonde reporter that she wished was with her at that very moment. She can’t die. Not yet. Not until she tells Kara how she feels. They at least deserve that.

However, the reality is Kara's not here. Supergirl is. Supergirl is the one holding her. Holding her the way she would have hoped a certain blonde reporting was holding her.

Lena had to close her eyes to stop looking back at blue eyes staring at her with so much concern. This can’t happen. She’s not — she can’t be. She loves Kara Danvers. She might be pissed at her but she knows deep down she’s in love with the nervous fidgety reporter and not to this impenetrable woman right in front of her.

Her head shakes as Supergirl’s tighten her grip as if too afraid Lena might slip away. During these moments when Lena allows herself to feel, she genuinely does not know what to make of it. Why does Supergirl care about her so much. No one is watching. There are no cameras recording their interaction.

She assumes it was all for publicly but this, it feels different. When it’s just them and no one else. Supergirl stands close to her, completely shaken and unbalanced. There is genuine fear in her eyes at the thought of being too late or not being fast enough. Lena has never felt safer.

As she starts to pulls away, green eyes meet glassy blue. She convinces herself it’s the dust and not the resident superhero actually in tears because that would mean…

“I thought I was going to lose you.”

“But why do you—”

Before Lena could respond, she feels a pair of lips against her own and everything around them seems to disappear.

It barely registers to her what is happening, completely getting lost on the pair of lips against her own. Lena feels a shiver run down her spine at the way Supergirl is kissing her, making her grab unto the superhero’s shoulder.

The action was meant to push the super away because this can’t be happening. These were not the pair of lips she wanted on her but somehow, it feels right. Like this was how things were suppose to be. She feels her heart raising as Supergirl deepens the kiss, feeling herself getting pushed slightly until the back of her knee hits against a hard surface but it barely registers to Lena because Supergirl is kissing her in a way she's never been kissed before.

Finally, Lena finds the strength to pull away the need to breathe outweighing her body’s desire. And for the first time, she wills herself to stare at the pair of brilliant oceanic eyes that she’s been trying so hard to ignore. She lets her eyes track down every detail of the superheroes face, trying to figuring out a puzzle with missing pieces. Blue eyes stare back at her with a mix of desire and unbridled affection as Lena continues to gasp for air and stares.

Something about Supergirl’s smile, the strong line of her jaw, the way her soft lips parts as she patiently waits for Lena to say something seems so familiar. Like an answer at the tip of her tongue but can’t seem to get it out. It’s frustrating as it is captivating and all Lena wants to do is drink it in, see past the mask that this superhero constantly wears and be able to see what all this means.

Being this close, Lena can see the moment Supergirl lips rise to form a smile. A smile Lena is all too familiar with now that she’s finally inches away from the superhero. It’s all too familiar now and finally, it dawns to her.

A tiny gasp leaves her lips at the realization, emerald eyes never leaving blue as Supergirl’s smile brightens. As if she too understands that Lena has finally figured it out. With trembling delicate fingers, Lena reaches up and cup Supergirl’s cheeks and instinctively, Supergirl leans against her touch. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Lena feels a gentle squeeze where Supergirl is holding her and she lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“Kara?” Lena whispers, barely hiding the tremble of her own voice and there it was. The smile of the woman she’s been not so secretly in love with plastered on National City hero’s face.

“I am madly in love with you, Miss Lena Luthor.”

[bluegiragi]

konig is very good for ghost and soap in the soapbox saga finale <3

read the full comic (29 pages) on patreon!

[gncrezan]

@infamous-if august pierce you have bewitched me mind body and soul.......

[hotluncheddie]

Day 4: Edging

"Bi Freak"

Ao3

wc: 3.5 | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, bisexual Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington, mean dom Steve Harrington (kinda), degradation, sub top Eddie

written for @subeddieweek <3

📸 📸 📸 📸 📸

‘Jesus, are you hard?’ Steve asks, incredulous at how fucking ridiculous Eddie’s cock can be at times. Even walking just behind him Steve must spot how Eddie’s hands shift to tug at his belt buckle, the way his gait is a little more awkward than usual.  

Eddie freezes, readjusting again as Steve saunters past. Cheeks feeling a little hot over being caught. He was Subtle, or so he thought, but his jeans must just not be tight enough to hide his boner. 

They're walking back to the beamer after eating at the diner in town. A few familiar faces around since its summer. The two of them included, back over from Indi for a visit to see Wayne for his birthday. 

Unfortunately, seeing Wayne means staying with Wayne and while that is wonderful, the walls of the trailer are still, absolutely, the width of paper mache. So, Steve had decided the concept of sex was much too mortifying in those conditions. A different consensus from when they first got together, Eddie had pointed out. But, Steve had just laughed and kissed him, in that condescending way that just made the whole situation so so much harder, figuratively and literally.

Its been a week, basically, and Eddie’s getting desperate, and Steve is getting mean. 

Eddie jogs to catch up to Steve's long strides. ‘Did you see her though? Christ Steve she, she's a vision. A fucking goddess dude.’ 

‘I saw I saw.’ Steve shoves his hands in his jacket, Eddie looming in close at his side.

‘Like she was something then, but now? Bigger and better, did you see? You saw them right?’ Eddie moves his arms around, cups his hands, clenches his fingers. A horny interpretive dance. 

Steve sighs, faux wistfully. ‘Every day I almost forget how much of a tits guy you are, and everyday you just gotta remind me, huh? Munson? What's up with that?’ Steve jabs his elbow into Eddie’s side. Grins at the cackle it elicits. 

‘You know I fundamentally disagree with that question, Stevie. No one should be subjected to a choice like that.’ Eddie laughs, swooping in close to Steve's neck for a moment, in that way he loves. Steve’s elbow coming out to make him back away. 

Steve pulls his keys out of his pocket, the car coming into view, parked in the furthest corner. 

‘Your tits are amazing by the way.’

Steve laughs again. ‘Thanks dude, I know. Lucky for you my ego is big enough to handle your crazy libido.’ 

Eddie grumbles, kicking at a can. ‘Only crazy because of the damn “no touching” rule you set.’ 

‘Aww’ Steve coos, ‘baby cant handle a little teasing anymore?’ He smirks at Eddie, unlocking the car but not opening the door, instead watching Eddie slump over, pouting. 

Steve stalks around to the passenger side, opening the door for him and pulling his arm, shoving Eddie down onto the seat with a hand on his head. 

Eddie whimpers, feels pre-cum leak out of his tip and soak into his boxers. Fuck, he’s hard - worse now. Steve’s not let him have more than a peck, more than a nighttime spoon, for days. 

‘Wanna know a secret?’ Steve asks. 

Eddie’s slumped on the passenger seat, feet still on concrete. He rubs his hands over his burning cheeks and peeks up at the sunshine being blocked from above. Steve leaning a forearm in the car hood, looming over Eddie, caging him in. 

Steve steps right up into Eddie space, shoving his knee onto the seat right between Eddies thighs. crushing his cock. Steve leans in even closer, breath ghosting over Eddie's ear, making him shiver. 

‘I know how she tastes.’ 

Eddie feels like all his air gets gut punched out of him, feels his fucking pupils dilate so much his vision goes blurry. He makes a strangled sort of moan. His boxers flooding with cum.

‘…Did? Did you just?’

Eddies panting so hard all he can really do is nod his head. 

‘You’re so pretty.’ He slurs, staring up at Steve, haloed and lovely and how did Eddie get so lucky?

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, but he smiles down at him, strokes his cheek and looks at him with eyes full of stars. ‘You can go again through right?’ He asks. 

Eddie beams. ‘Fuck yeah!’ 

Steve laughs, shaking his head. He closes Eddie’s door and gets behind the wheel. Puts on his sunglasses and lays his hand on Eddie’s thigh. ‘No touching while I’m driving. Let's go break into my parents house.’ 

Eddie leans back in the headrest, grinning. ‘By break in, do you mean use the spare key?’

‘Sure do baby. They won't even be there.’ Steve says, and pulls out of the diner parking lot. 

-

Back at Steves Eddie sprawls out in his bedroom, familiar in its ugliness but the mattress has always been to die for.

Eddie listens to the sound of Steve moving through the house, not sure what he’s doing. But they’ve fallen into routines like this before, Eddie waiting upstairs while Steve did whatever it was that made a big empty house like this run smooth. He works the same magic on their apartment; structuring Eddie enough to not get overwhelmed by chores and eventually listening to Eddie’s please to not do it all himself. Steve could work himself to the bone and still ask if Eddie needed a glass of water. But now they have a chart, and Eddie’s always had a knack for laundry. 

But, at times like these, brain directly attached to his dick and almost nowhere else, Eddie wants to be directed.He wants Steve to do exactly as much as he wants, do so exactly as he pleases, Eddie almost an afterthought. 

Yeah, Eddie wants that. He shivers, hears Steves footsteps on the staircase. 

‘Unzip your jeans but don’t take them off.’ Steve says, coming into the room, searching for something. 

Eddie complies quickly, standing. Steve walks out of the room.

Steve walks back in with his shirt off. Looking Eddie up and down, face blank. 

He lifts the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt and shoves it in his mouth, saliva soaking the fabric between his teeth, cool air hitting his exposed nipples. ‘Show me.’ Steve says, calm and neutral, like Eddie is his doll to play with.

He pulls at the waistband of his boxers and his eyes burn as he watches Steve. Refusing to blink, refusing to miss the look on his face once he sees the mess. 

Steve’s eyes roam Eddie’s face for a moment, steely and almost cold. He looks down, raises his eyebrows. Eddie feels his cock twitch at the attention, at the judgment. 

Steve looks back up. ‘Look at it.’ And Eddie glances down, breath hitching at the sight of his cock covered in his own cum, some of it starting to crust but the tip still shiny and wet, leaning against the sodden fabric of his boxers. 

Eddie looks back up at Steve, sees that he watched his whole reaction. Pupils blown wide and Steve's hand has migrated up to tweak at his own nipple. Jealousy burns in Eddie’s gut; that he’s not allowed to touch Steve like that, not yet. 

Eddie whimpers again, he wants to kiss him, wants to eat him. 

‘Fuck’ Steve murmurs, like he can read Eddie’s mind. Maybe he can, or it’s just how good Steve has gotten at reading Eddie’s face.

‘Colour?’ Steve asks.

‘Super fuckin’ green.’ Eddie says around the fabric, grinning, watching Steves smile bloom right back 

‘Good’ Steve pecs his top lip. Eddie surging forward, chasing, letting the wet hem fall. 

Steve stops him with a finger on his chest. His expression smoothing back into one of mild disgust. ‘So needy.’ Steve drawls. ‘Take off everything but your boxers.’ And he’s gone again, leaving Eddie to struggle out of his clothes in a rush. 

Steve walks back in, now only in his boxers too, Eddie can see the outline of his cock through the material and it makes his mouth water. It takes him a second to register that Steve’s holding the Polaroid camera now too. 

‘Show me, like you did before.’ Steve says, fiddling with the camera, waiting. 

Eddie does as he’s told and he feels goosebumps dabble over his skin, heat rushing south so fast it makes his nipples hard. 

Steve takes a photo of eddies cock covered in his own, slightly crusted, cum. The flash taking Eddie’s breath away. 

But Steve just leaves again, without a word. Eddie stands stock still and hears the shower turn on, the faint sound of the camera again. 

Steve comes back in flapping the polaroids. He sets the camera down and walks back over to Eddie, handing him a damp wash cloth. 

‘Clean yourself off.’ He says, leaning on one hip, looking board. ‘And fold your clothes on the desk, boxers on top, they need washing.’ Eyes flashing to Eddie’s, bitchy and judgmental. Eddie moans, even more heat rushing south, his gut churning. 

But Eddie does as he’s told, ignoring the heat between his thighs, Steve’s eyes on him as he settles the clothes in a neat pile. ‘Good. Now grab a pillow and kneel down. You’re gonna watch my photos develop while I shower. That sound okay?’ He asks, condensing, but the question is laced with sweetness, infused with the knowledge that Steve knows Eddie loves him like this, loves being talked to like this. But he can end it any time. Any time either of them want. 

Eddie just nods, bites his lip, turning to the bed to grab a pillow and situate himself on the floor. 

Steve bends and lays the photos in front of where Eddie’s kneeled. Then strokes his cheek with a thumb, making Eddie preen, blinking his eyes closed slowly. 

The crack of the slap registers after the feeling, Eddie’s head turned slightly to the side. Low moan distant to his own ears. 

He blinks his eyes back open, looking up at Steve’s and his pretty face. He thinks there must be spit sliding down his chin, because Steve’s thumb comes to wipe something away, dipping into Eddie’s parted lips gently, for a moment. 

And then Steve turns swiftly for the door, stopping just at the threshold. Eddie eyes snapping back up from where they were looking at his ass and Steve’s stifles a smile. Eddie’s own growing slow and dopey on his face. 

‘You can touch, I want you hard once I’m back. But if you cum again I’m not doing anything with you for a week.’ He says and Eddie blinks at him. Nodding as the words filter through his brain. 

He closes his eyes once Steve leaves and the water turns on. Lets his fingers dance towards his cock, cheek hot and tight and he moves it at the same time he wraps around himself, shoulders hunching around another guttural moan. 

Then he remembers the photos. 

He looks down and laying in front of his bent knees there’s two polaroids. The one of Eddie is almost fully developed, his dark thatch of hair speckled with globs of his own cum, white in contrast and just as noticeable in half crusted patches over the pink flush of his cock. It’s a mess. 

Eddie works himself at the sight, getting to full hardness with a strangled gasp. Remembering Steve eyeing it, remembering what he’d said that caused Eddie to finish so quick. 

The other is still only half developed. But the photos edges are rendering sections of the familiar Harrington bathroom, white tiles and blue walls, shower curtain and the edge of the large ornate mirror. Tan skin starts to become clear, Steve’s big hand holding the camera aloft, taking his own photo using the mirrors reflection, the back of his head. 

Eddie’s hand speeds up and he watches, wide eyed, as Steve’s broad shoulders come into view, the arch and strong length of his back. Eddie bites his lip again, harder, as Steve’s back ends in his bare ass perched on the counter.

The dark ring of a plug just visible between his cheeks. 

Eddie strangles a cry, gripping himself hard at the base, stifling his orgasm and feeling tears spring at his eyes. Steve’s must’ve been wearing that all through their time at the diner, all through the day. Stretched and wet and Eddie clenches his thighs together, covers his mouth with his palm and squeezes his eyes shut. 

‘Fuck. Fuck!’ He mumbles behind his hand, breathing shakily through his nose. Steve is something else.

Finally the shower shuts off and Steve returns. Eddie still kneeling, panting heavily, cock hard and leaking between his thighs. Still coming down from the brink. Steve just smirks at him, running a towel through his hair. 

He lays down on the bed, settling against the headboard. He trails his fingers over himself, tracing his nipple and stomach before giving his cock a few tugs, getting it hard. 

Eddie watches the whole thing, hands still gripping his thighs. 

Eventually Steve’s eyes slide open, that little smirk on his face. He opens his arms for Eddie, motioning him in. 

Eddie scrambles up and into them, kissing and sucking at Steve’s neck and shoulders. Cock already grinding desperately between Steve’s damp cheeks. 

‘You liked the pictures baby?’ Steve whispers, smile in his voice, mouth hot on Eddie’s ear. 

Eddie shivers and pulls back, disbelief on his face. ‘I can’t believe you.’ He gushes. 

Steve smiles at him and his cheeks are flush from the shower, his damp hair is falling into his forehead. ‘Fuck, you’re so pretty.’ Eddie says, always always amazed by Steve. He needs him, wants to be inside. 

He grinds again, catching Steve’s hole, relishing in Steve’s eyes rolling slightly. ‘Get me wet first.’ Steve demands pulling at Eddie’s hair, shoving his head away. 

Eddie bites his lip, cock twitching, he pulls at Steve’s thighs, bending him in half. Dips low to lick a long wet stripe across his ass. Tongue pressing at Steves hole, breaching the already stretched muscle and fucking his tongue in until there’s spit sliding down Steve’s crack. 

Eventually Steve pulls Eddie off by his hair, chest all flushed and nipples hard. 

Reaching over Steve gets the condom and lube from his bedside table. He doesn’t live here anymore, hasn’t for years. But the remnants of their sneaking around before Steve up and left with Eddie and Robin are still there. He never completely fell out with his parents, but he didn’t really tell them where he was going either. They continue to essentially ignore Steve and Steve continues to sneak into their house whenever he’s in Hawkins and fuck his boyfriend in whichever room he pleases. It’s not ideal, but it works. 

‘Gonna show me what that useless cock can do?’ Steve goads, sitting up to roll the condom onto Eddie and slicking him with lube. 

Eddie whines. 

He hitches Steve’s thighs up, forcing him Back flat, hands beneath his knees. Steve sighs into the touch and Eddie watches his length get slowly swallowed by Steve’s tight, wet heat. 

Eddie bottoms out, watching his length disappear. He feels his balls draw up, ears ringing and he’s so close. He’s so close. 

The slap makes him stutter, eye wide as he stare at Steve. ‘Do not cum.’ Steve seethes, finger in eddies face, like he’s a misbehaving child. Eddie moans, gripping Steves thighs to hold himself still, breathing deeply through his nose to stave off his orgasm. 

He stays buried in Steve, willing himself back down. Panting, he feels tears prickle at his eyes again. ‘That’s it.’ Steve soothes, hand coming up to stroke over the red mark he left on Eddie’s face. 

Eddie breaths, eyes closed, feels the tendrils in his gut uncoil slightly. No longer right on the brink. 

Eventually he opens them, Steve’s eyes on him. Eddie leans down, hands either side of Steve’s face. He starts moving his hips again, building a steady pace. 

‘You should’ve touched yourself in front of her today.’ Steve says, looking up at Eddie with that closed off look again, haughty and judgmental. Eddie moans. ‘What do you think she would’ve done? If you got your stupid needy cock out in the diner, you think she would’ve laughed?’ Steve asks, voice mean and even, the only sign of arousal the flutter of his eyelashes as Eddie thrusts especially deep. 

‘Fuck Steve.’ Eddie pants, thinking about it. ‘I used to think about that while you were at Scoops’ He admits, eyes watching Steve, watching his smirk broaden. 

‘Yeah? You would’ve got your big dumb cock out on the counter for me while I scooped ice cream?’ 

Eddie’s hips stutter, he’s getting close again. ‘Yeah, used, u-used to go jack off in the bathrooms after seeing you at that mall. In that outfit. Fuck Steve, wanted you so bad.’ Eddie whines. 

Steve coos, finger trailing up Eddie’s sweaty neck. ‘Who knew the freak would be so needy’

Eddie whimpers feeling a blush spread down his chest. He moves his hips faster, wanting to get in deeper. 

Steve cracks, moaning. ‘Fuck, make me cum baby, get me there.’ Steve says, gripping his own cock now. Other hand holding him in place with the headboard. Eddie going faster, deeper, grazing that spot he knows so well inside Steve. 

Steve throws his head back, releasing all over himself with a shout, soft hair splayed across the pillow and cheeks flushed pink. Eddie slows, grinding. He’s so close again, so achingly hard he can feel his pre dripping out, filling the condom. 

‘I think I would’ve let you. Maybe Played with your cock while I worked.’ Steve pants. ‘But only if you cleaned up after yourself.’ And he scoops up some of the cum from his stomach and chest, feeding it into Eddie’s slack mouth. 

Eddie sucks, swallowing and tasting salt, flooding his mouth with saliva, some slipping out down his chin. ‘’Teve.’ He pleads, garbled. Begging for permission. His eyes wide and wet, hips unable to stop. 

‘You wanna cum baby?’ Steve asks, holding Eddie’s jaw with his spit slick fingers, fucking his own hips down onto Eddie’s cock. 

Eddie nods, whining, digging his fingers into the sheets, trying not to think about what will happen if he comes too soon. 

‘What are you baby? Are you my little freak, my little perv?’ Steve teases. 

Eddie shivers, nodding, his whole body shaking in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. Shame writhing filthily in his gut, threatening to spill. 

Steve pulls Eddie closer, kissing his cheek and letting him burrow his face in Steve’s neck. Eddie licks over his moles, wants to mark him, burrow his cock inside and never leave. ‘Thats it, my dumb thing, fucking me so good.’ Steve pets over Eddie’s hair as his hips speed up, thrusting into Steve harder, the sounds of skin slapping echoing through the house. 

‘Cum for me.’ Steve whispers, hot breath sending shivers down his back. Eddie’s rhythm turning sloppy and desperate as he thrusts deep one last time. Cumming and crying out into Steve’s neck, tears slipping onto Steve’s skin and Eddie clenches his teeth so hard his jaw cracks. 

He cums for so long he’s almost numb, shaky and boneless as he falls on top of Steve. 

Steve holds him close, threading his fingers through Eddie’s sweaty hair and whispering praise in his ear. 

Eventually Eddie moves slightly from on top of Steve, letting his softening cock slip out and his head rest on Steve’s chest. Listening to his heart beat. ‘Good boy, you’re my good boy Eddie.’ Steve says softly, threading his fingers into Eddie’s curls to massage his scalp. 

Eddie groans, boneless and satiated. ‘Was I too mean?’ Steve asks from above him. 

‘Fuck no. Made me cum my whole brain out.’ Eddie slurs, pressing his forehead between Steve’s hairy pecs. 

Steve tsks him, tugging at Eddie’s hair. The sharp pain making Eddie hiss and he sucks one of Steve’s nipples into his mouth, clamping down on top of him so he can’t wriggle away. 

‘Okay, okay! Quit it, you monster.’ Steve laughs, shoving Eddie’s face off. 

Eddie sits back in his heels, laughing, finally taking the condom off and tossing it onto the floor. ‘You want another shower before we head back to Wayne’s?’ He asks, petting distractedly at Steve’s pink hole, still shiny with lube. 

‘Ye just gimme a sec.’ Steve says, stretching, making Eddie’s fingertip slip inside. ‘And quit playing with that, what are you, a perv?’ He asks, smirking up at him. 

Eddie grins, lunging back on top of Steve and biting his shoulder. 

Steve yelps and Eddie scoops him up, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. 

‘Oh! Stevie, remind me to put those polaroids in my wallet. I think I’ll get a lot of use out of ‘em.’ Eddie says, dumping Steve on the closed toilet and turning the shower on. 

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Tag List: @pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor @marvel-ous-m

[paper-starz]

i was so surprised by the lack of AUs in the My Friendly Neighborhood fandom! So, me and a few discord buddies decided to create our own! The Opposite Au! (Or the OPP AU for short)

its basically a personality swap with a few story changes!

(click read more for bonus doodles + character descriptions!)

NORMAN

Norman is THE BEST character on 'My Friendly Neighborhood' and he WILL remind you constantly!

He has like a bajillion fans and friends that are definitely NOT made up! Of course he has fans and friends from all over the world what do you mean he doesn't???

He's a bit of a diva... ok "bit" is an understatement. He genuinely believes that he deserves to be treated better than anybody else! He proudly displays a star on his door as a symbol of his supposed stardom!

There's a blurry line between fiction and reality for Norman. He believes his on-screen friendship with Lenard translates to real life, despite their mutual mistreatment of each other. Lenard is definitely NOT Norman's friend. (In fact, most of the puppets in this AU despise each other)

Incredibly overdramatic. He once laid down on the floor for 3 hours straight because someone ate the last chocolate chip cookie.

Norman is still very lonely.

JUNEBUG

Much more calmer and introverted than her OG counterpart. She would rather stay inside reading books than play outside with her so-called 'friends'.

She is the resident bookworm of the neighborhood, incredibly smart too!

Her demeanor is highly apathetic; even if chaos erupted in the neighborhood, she wouldn't even lift her eyes from the pages of her book.

She also speaks in a very monotone voice.

She still very much hates responsibility.

She and Norman have a sort of pseudo rivalry with each other, even though it mostly affects Norman. While others react to Norman's antics, Junebug's indifference to it annoys him the most.

Even if she's not currently reading books, she's usually staring off into space or thinking about something. Ms. Lilianna is not fond of her due to her inattentiveness during one of her lessons.

Has a horrible habit of sneaking up to people and scaring them due to the fact that she walks VERY quietly.

MS. LILIANNA

It's MISS Lilianna. Not Lilianna, MISS Lilianna! She is your teacher and you WILL show her some respect!

Miss. Lilianna is incredibly strict and uptight. If you so much as even breathe loudly she will get furious with you!

She does genuinely love teaching! She teaches math, science, english, history... but her favorite lesson to teach are RULES!

Currently, she has 874 rules in her rule book. Here are some examples:

22. No talking while she's talking, that’s rude. 23. No chewing gum 24. no smiling 25. no breathing too loudly 26. no running 27. no jumping 28. no laughing 29. no living 30. no screaming 32. no playtime 33. no snack time 34. no lunchtime 35. definitely no nap time. 36. No blinking more than once per minute! 37. You must sit at a perfect 90 degree angle 38. No writing with anything other than a blue ballpoint pen with a 0.735 mm tip!

Her favorite rule is rule #17: "Everyday is Teacher's Day!" You must give Ms. Lilianna gifts and hugs to show how much you appreciate her!

The most important rule is the "No complaining about the rules" rule! Or else you'll be sent to the principals office! Which is her. She is the principal, the custodian, the janitor, every and any faculty member of the school!

...Except for the Art teacher. Please don't show her any art, she will not understand anything. She lacks any and every sort of creativity.

Her favorite weapon to use is the classic ruler! Light weight AND teacher-y

Baldi's basics lookin' ass

LENARD

Anxious Dog Energy right there.

Poor Lenard is very shy and super self conscious. Like Junebug, he would rather stay alone than be anywhere NEAR people.

He has a bit of a stutter.

He is so anxious, that he's developed several self-defense mechanisms!

He will either SCREAM BLOODY MURDER

Or he will bite you

Or a combination of both.

Sometimes he'll bite for no reason whatsoever!

Lenard is TERRIFIED of being watched, especially while practicing. Memories of him being taunted and teased during the show's production still haunt him.

He's developed severe scopophobia because of this.

He will usually sing and dance in private. Though, he's not a very good singer nor a very good dancer.

GEORGE

The epitome of "I hate my job."

This George really hates being a taxi driver. I mean, wouldn't you hate being stuck as a taxi driver for the rest of your life?

After MFN got cancelled and the puppets got abandoned, George ripped out the 'T' in his taxi cab hat. He tried ripping out more from his taxi uniform, but stopped since his uniform were the only clothes that he's got.

He's now stuck in exitensial dread. What IS George now that he's not a taxi driver? He might've hated being one, but that was all that he's got.

He hates any and all vehicles with 4 wheels or more. All the taxi cabs in the studio are smashed, even the wheels have been taken out!

He still likes rats. However, it's mostly a "appreciate from afar" type of ordeal. The rats in the studio are vicious little beasts.

He once saw a puppet get too close to the rats. Let's just say that the puppet is now a pile of cotton fluff.

The only time he was genuinely happy during the show's production was when they were filming the Pirate's Cove film. It was his first experience of being anything other than his taxi driver role. He still has his pirates hook and he would fight you tooth and nail if you try and steal it from him

AND THATS EVERYONE (for part 1 ofc)

Thank you to my friends who definitely helped with this AU (you know who you are!)

Oh! And please click the images for better quaity!

[yaksinhats]

Finally made a reference sheet for my durge - ✨Arthur takes bg3✨

(Closeups under the cut 💕)

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[n4talia-chaparro]

THE DEAL (1/?)

I don't know if it counts as a comic or not but.. eh. Anyway, I worked hard on this garbage. I'm still learning chat pls don't laugh lmao.. 😭

✧˖°. masterlist || page 2... ₊ ⊹

FIRST COMIC LET'S GOO-

[exoscreamsoda]

i really really want there to be a crazy plottwist where they make daniel a blood relative to lestat or louis and thats one of the reasons louis was so intrigued by him. do i have any basis for this thought? no. have i read the books? clearly not.

[anthropologyruinseverything]

Updating the Fanfic!

“Got You” Part 4 - 8.3k words

Finally chapters and epilogue!

Note - I am working on writing dialogue heavy scenes in my novels, I apologize if anything seems stilted or needs work & welcome any feedback as always

🚨Very mature content ahead! No one under 18, sorry!🚨

Chapter 7

Aurora POV

“Josh…”

“We don *have* to say anything specific. These things, it’s just gonna be hard to keep it from Jon anyway. Can’t ever hide shit from each other.”

I nodded but it didn’t make me feel any better. It was easy to accept that he had strong bonds to his family, I just didn’t know how that felt. Everything still felt new and raw, I wasn’t even a whole 72 hours into this relationship before he’s talking about letting people know. It felt rushed and I couldn’t tell if I would feel that way normally or just because of the situation.

“Okay.” His eyes narrowed, my tone must not have been very convincing.

“Bullshit. You better learn t’speak up for yourself ‘round here.”

Crossing my arms I tried to force the words out of my throat. It wasn’t easy, I’d never been asked directly how I felt about things. Not unless I was going to be punished for those feelings.

“Promise you won’t be angry?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes and his whole face softened. Gently he tucked a loose strand of my crazy hair behind an ear. “Promise.”

“It feels rushed. This-us-I don’t even know what we are. I don’t know what’s safe to assume or not. I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me? Or thin-mmph!”

Josh cut me off by pressing his lips to mine with a grin. His hands ran gently over my arms and back up to stop at my shoulders with a comforting pressure. “Relax baby girl. You and Trinity are gonna make a great team and Jon’s gon love you just because. It’s me they’re gonna be mad at.”

That didn’t make sense. Why would they be mad at him when he’d saved me? “Why?”

With a groan he swiped a hand over his face. “Cuz anyone with sense would assume I’m completely takin advantage of you. Hell I am. Never shoulda touched you.”

Tears built in my eyes as fear rippled through me again when his face became clouded with guilt. What if he decided he didn’t really want me or this was all too wrong? I didn’t want that. My heart hurt at the thought of not feeling him close anymore.

“But-but-“

“Shhh, baby.” His calloused hands cupped my face and his thumbs ran along my jaw. “Doesn’t mean I plan t’stop.”

My emotions were a roller coaster and I really didn’t appreciate him sending me for another loop. I reared back and punched him in the shoulder, not hard enough apparently, but he was right again about winning games. He acted as if I’d dislocated it, making a dramatic noise and falling to his knees in front of me, effective in making me laugh as he’d planned.

When he started running his hands up and down my thighs while kissing my stomach through the soft cotton dress he’d presented me earlier my laughter dissolved into soft sighs. I gripped the counter and tried to grit my teeth in an effort to hold onto my frustration.

“Not fair.”

He was pushing the knee length hem up past my waist with one hand while the other ran two fingers over my clothed slit. Even through the underwear the sensation made me twitch, my hips seeking more. As much as my body wanted it I needed to think, to get ready. I pushed him away

“Stop it.”

The twist of his lips was contrite but he stood and guided me to the table. “Here, sit and I’ll make us somethin to eat.”

“What do we tell them?” Fidgeting I realized for the first time since texting Josh I didn’t have my phone. “Dammit.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“My phone. Oh man, my laptop. How am I gonna get schoolwork done?” All the overwhelming feelings that felt like they were hovering just behind a dam threatened to spill over. Panic tightened my chest and made my head swim, I dropped it into my hands, grinding the heels of my palms into my eyes. Josh was by my side right away, murmuring soft, comforting words in my ear while he petted my hair.

“Hey, hey, you gotta breathe Aurora. We’re gonna take care of all that, I was just waiting for you to feel better before I brought it up. Get you a new phone, new computer, new clothes, all of it, whatever you need.”

Instead of stopping my tears his words broke the dam and I started crying again, this time in a weird mix of sadness, stress, gratitude and love. It was hard to believe he cared so much but I had no choice but to trust him. Not something I was inherently unhappy about but also not something I was used to. Everyone in my life had let me down so far. Would Josh really be different?

“Let it out baby.” He cradled me against his shoulder and let me sob. Faster than before I felt the immense waves of emotions subsiding and my cries faded only for my stomach to growl loudly.

Josh laughed, rubbing my neck and kissing my forehead as he stood and went about fixing sandwiches.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me but you’re welcome. As for your first question, we’re gonna tell ‘em the truth. I don’t like lying to Jon an there’s no point. Now, what we tell everyone else may be different. But don’t worry bout that tonight.”

I was struggling with the thought of talking to his closest relative, I couldn’t conceive the thought of more people right now. Taking a bite of my meal I nodded, using the time I needed to chew to think over what I wanted to say.

“I don’t really understand your need to tell him but I can be okay with it. But can we keep it at them for now please?”

“Course baby.”

“I really miss Jason, can’t wait to hug him.” The little boys love would be a much needed balm right now.

“Me too.”

It felt good to be listened to even if I didn’t understand how I was feeling. I must have zoned out because Josh laid a hand over one of my and called my name quietly.

“You with me Rori?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you really wanna be together? We don’t-“ he paused and worked his jaw for a second “-don’t have to be together ya know. I’ll make sure you’re okay and I’m gonna keep paying you for taking care of Jason. If you know, you wanna leave at some point.” He was squeezing my hand now, almost to the point of pain.

I loved his touch. Raising my gaze from where our hands rested on the table to his dark eyes I swallowed and tried to make sure whatever I said next captured what I wanted to say. ‘Yeah, duh’ didn’t seem right.

“You asked me earlier and my answer is the same. No body else I’ve met has made me feel like this.” I paused and tilted my head in thought. “I like our lives together so far. I don’t wanna go anywhere. Just scared. Like it’s too good to be true.”

He nodded. “You been through a lot, hell I don’t hardly know what all, but we can make something outta this, something real good. Just gotta do the work.”

“Now you sound like the school counselor.” I felt my lips quirk into a grin when he made a face.

“Ugh don’t remind me how young you are. And I sound like that cuz I went to therapy. You’re gonna go too.” Now that surprised me.

“You go to therapy?”

“Yeah. Ever since little man was born. Can’t be mad all the time with a kid around, ya know?” He tilted his head and smiled with a shrug.

“Yeah. I don’t even know my dad’s name.” I laughed when he winced. “It’s okay. I’ve have a long time to make peace with it.”

“Still. I know it’ll take some time but I want you to trust I’m not gonna go anywhere or hurt you or throw you out.” I don’t know how he read my mind so well but I appreciated hearing it all.

“Now c’mere.” Pulling me into his lap Josh buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing and licking softly while he massaged my thigh. Smacking his shoulder I shrieked a laugh.

“You’re the worst!”

“Oh you have no idea.” And with that he slid a hand up my dress again, pressing that most sensitive spot while his lips worked their way to my ear. “Don’t want you thinkin of sad stuff. Want you all hot and bothered and moaning.”

He got his wish as he worked me with his hand until I was clutching his shoulders and making a mess in his lap. Laying against his chest as the aftershocks receded I closed my eyes and let the remaining exhaustion steal me under again. My last coherent thoughts were on his voice murming to me softly.

“I got you baby, Daddy’s gonna keep you safe, I promise. You’re home with me now.” I thought I dreamed the last part but I would have sworn he said, “I love you.”

—-

Jey POV

Carrying the small woman in my arms was becoming a habit I didn’t want to get rid of. I loved how she melded into me as if she was fucking custom fitted. Loved how easily she let me maneuver her and the warmth of her curves. Loved her laugh and her accent and the way she moved.

I loved Aurora Begay.

Goddamit.

It wasn’t easy to come to terms with the fact that I was, indeed, taking advantage of her situation. It was impossible not to be touching her all the time, like I needed to make sure she was really here, really okay and really wanted me back. I wanted her to forget the bad she’d been through but was also painfully aware that isn’t how it works.

Settling her sleeping form on the sofa I went to work on the house. There wasn’t much to do without little man leaving a trail of crumbs and toys behind him. Something a dog would be good for helping clean up. An idea occurred to me. Maybe Aurora would like a companion? Jason would lose it for a dog.

I decided we were going to the local shelter if that’s what Rori ended up wanting. Running the easy mop over the floor I looked over at her on the couch. I’d do just about whatever she wanted to make her happy, something I had a feeling fancy things wouldn’t accomplish but another being to love and be loved by would.

Jason. I was thankful they already got on so well and that he was so young. At three there wouldn’t be much of a difference in his perception of the situation. If anything, having ‘his Rori’ around more often and closer would be a good thing in his mind. Once I was satisfied with the state of the downstairs I settled in next to her and checked the time. Almost 7, my brother would be rolling up any minute.

Reaching over I nudged her shoulder. “Hey baby, wake up.”

“Hmm?” She stretched and looked disoriented upon opening her eyes at first but smiled when they landed on me. Again I tugged her close to me, enjoying the smell of her hair and the way she giggled when my beard tickled her neck.

“They gon be here soon. You feel ready? Need to do anything?”

No sooner than she shook her heard no the doorbell rang. I could see the anxiety flicker in the way her brows drew together and her lips tightened. Kissing her forehead I went to let them in.

“It’ll be okay, I promise.”

My brother and his family tumbled in like usual, talking and laughing about something or other while handing a waving Jason over to me for a hug. Trinity noticed Aurora standing in the living room first and turned to me with a confused expression. She nudged Jonathan and he did the same, before Jason finally noticed her from my arms. His scream of joy was piercing.

“MY RORI HERE!”

Rushing to him with a huge smile I was happy to see she wasn’t shy about showing her love for him. Her whole face was heart stopping as she swept him away from me and his chubby arms locked her neck in a vice.

“Sure am little dude!”

“Let’s move this to the dining room.” Neither Jon nor Trinity were satisfied but did what I asked. “Aurora? Can you start setting up while I get drinks baby?”

I made sure to add that to the end and avoided meeting their gazes. They’d have it explained soon enough.

Of course my twin followed me through the swinging door into the kitchen, putting a hand against the refrigerator door so I couldn’t open it before he finally spoke. “Excuse me.”

I sighed. “Yeah?”

“The fuck you calling Jason’s nanny “baby” for? Why is she here Joshua?”

I knew he’d be mad but using my whole first name let me know we were starting off at a solid 7.5 on the Richter scale.

“I’ll explain everything after dinner and the kids are occupied k?”

He pushed away with a huff, his anger palpable but helped me gather beers and cups of water. When we got back to the dining room Aurora and Trinity had all three kids settled in their seats as they portioned out food, making small talk about the kids. I was relieved they seemed to have slipped into conversation on their own. Dinner was nice but quick as they caught Aurora and I up in what everyone had done that weekend. It was obvious they were rushing and I couldn’t blame them, I may or may not have dropped the “baby” just to aggravate the situation but also to give them a heads up in a weird way.

Aurora made up bowls of ice cream for the kids and set them up in front of Jason’s favorite movie, ‘Cars’ before returning to the dining room.

“Now look-“

“What the fuck are you doin dawg?”

“Josh I would not have expected this from you.”

They both started talking at once and I gave up trying.

“He saved me.”

The table went quiet and all three of us turned to Aurora who looked nervous as usual.

“Wanna elaborate?” I appreciated that Jon reigned his tone in when speaking to her.

Hazel eyes looked to me for permission. Taking her hand I gave it a squeeze. “Like I said earlier, you only have to tell them that you’re comfortable with.”

Her lips tilted with a slight smile, relieved. All she needed was to be reassured. Taking a deep breath she started explaining.

“Long story short my mom and her boyfriend sold me to a friend of his for the night.”

The shift in their faces and postures was immediate, Trinity looking especially upset. Her own nine year old daughter was just in the other room and I knew she would never let anything like that happen to her. When they remained quiet Aurora kept talking.

“I sent Josh a text before they took my phone and he got there before anything really awful happened.”

I wrinkled my nose and couldn’t help but interject when I felt a hot spike of anger recalling the scene. “Define ‘really awful’ then because that’s not enough for what I walked in on.”

She bit her lip and looked at the table. “He was beating me.”

“With a fuckin leather belt.”

“Josh.” Trinity looked at me pointedly and I remembered what I said. Shit.

“M’sorry Rori.”

Now she squeezed my hand. “It’s okay. You were upset. But the point is you got me out of the bad place. I already had feelings for Josh, it all just kind of bubbled over with this.”

I snorted at the upset part and she smiled. Yeah, “upset” if that meant “seeing red and ready to commit a couple felonies”.

Trinity smiled at Aurora reassuringly and Jonathan put his head in his hands and groaned. I glared at my twin.

“What?”

“Can’t never be cut and dry wit’ you fool. It don’t look good and you know it.” I knew what he meant. We weren’t movie star famous but still decently well known athletes.

“Well at least you get to control the narrative when it does come out. Let’s be grateful for the privacy that’s come with the lockdown, at least in regard to this.” Trinity always had the best perspective. “No one has to know the details, it’s not like we’re going to start calling the news.” She smacked Jon on his arm making him look up and sigh.

“Nah, definitely not. But I do think you should keep it quiet at work for now.” I’m glad we were on the same page there.

“Plan to.”

“Okay. Well, I don’t think lecturing either of you is going to get us anywhere.” Trinity clapped her hands together lightly. “So how about this. Aurora, you and me are going to go outside and talk while the guys get the kitchen cleaned up. Let’s go.”

Aurora looked at me for permission again and I nodded, understanding now wasn’t the time to mention all the habits she’d developed over years of abuse. If things went the way I hoped, we’d have the rest of our lives together to work on it. I watched as she followed the older woman outside, hoping, needing them to get along.

Once it was just me and Jonathan in the kitchen he let nudged my arm, giving me a dirty look. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You done the deed yet? I mean, she’s real pretty-“ I cut him off by shooting him with water but he just laughed. Asshole always knows how to get under my skin but at least I knew he wasn’t pissed anymore.

“Nah. Trying to give her time to heal.” He nodded and turned the dish he was drying in his hands but I caught the relief in his face.

“You really care about her?”

It was my turn to nod. “Yeah. She brings me peace and loves Jason, you see that.”

“Mhmm.” He seemed to really be chewing on what he wanted to say. “Look, just, I don’t know man, don’t break her heart or something stupid. I don’t want you to get hurt either, feel me?”

Ever the big brother, even if it was by less than ten minutes. I clapped him on the back.

“Preciate it.”

Chapter 8

Aurora POV

The following day I stood in the pool, helping Jason as he sorted out paddling around the shallow end. Josh had to go into work today, something he was not happy about since I didn’t have a phone yet. I’d assured him everything would be fine for the six or so hours he’d be gone. He’d fussed his way out the door, declaring he was ordering me one as soon as he had a chance.

Great, I’d said.

Have a good day, I’d said.

What I didn’t say was how much I would really miss him or how anxious I was about being without him. Some strange fear had taken root, a fear Danny and Paul would somehow find me and try to drag me back with them.

It was due to this fear I screamed when the poor delivery man in a bright blue vest and matching mask waltzed through the backyard gate. Jason started to cry, I felt tears burn my own eyes and the poor kid holding the small brown package also looked ready to cry.

“Miss I’m so so sorry! The directions said to bring the box to the back door.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry guys! Jason, it’s okay!” The little boy clung to me but quieted as I comforted them both. “It’s really okay, I just-I thought you might be someone else for a second. Here, I’ll take that. Do you want a water? Or juice?”

After getting the poor guy who wasn’t any older than me a bottle of water I took Jason inside and set the package on the table, forgetting about it.

Having the little dude to take care of was a great way to keep me from giving in too much to how I was feeling. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t right now so I took a few deep breaths and replayed the conversation I’d had with Trinity back in my head while getting Jason into fresh clothes.

“Do you want to be here?” She’d asked right out of the gate.

I’d been honest and told her I wasn’t unhappy about it but also aware my options were slim for now.

She’d asked a few more probing questions being careful to be polite and not make me feel like I was being interrogated. I got the sense she was genuinely concerned about my well being and not being nosy or manipulating. It was a strange but comforting feeling to talk to her so openly. Josh trusted her so I would to.

Jason tugged my hand and we were off to build with his blocks. I put a toddler appropriate dinosaur show on the television, hoping that maybe some of the information would sink in.

Trinity had offered to talk further, saying she would be happy to help with anything I needed, including finding my own place if I ever chose. It wasn’t an encouragement but more letting me know I had options beyond Josh for aid if I needed it. Looking at Jason as he stacked blocks only to knock them over with an ecstatic shout of destruction I laughed.

I still wanted my own life, still planned to finish my degree and become a published author. I just also wanted this. Maybe it was the chaos I’d lived with for so long that made me crave the stability I felt here. Maybe I was just young and hormonal and experiencing things for the first time.

I didn’t care. Being here, with Josh and Jason made me happy and right now that was enough.

“Wanna help me get dinner ready?” Jason dropped his blocks like they were on fire. Cars, sharks and cooking with Rori were life. At least this week but like all things with toddlers, that could change.

Losing myself in the process that is cooking with a toddler I tried not to worry too much about falling behind on my class work. I was usually pretty ahead and realistically I hadn’t even missed a class yet but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do well. Jason and I were invested in making fry bread dough, both of us covered in a decent amount of flour when a car door from the driveway signaled Josh’s arrival home.

We pounced on him halfway through the door, the flour stuck to his sweaty face and torso making it look like he’d fought a ghost. Scooping Jason into one arm he used his other to encircle my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss, earning an “ewwwww!” from the little dude. “Did y’all miss me or somethin?”

I giggled as we parted, both at him and the look on Jason’s face.

“Just a little.”

He pinched my bottom and laughed before leaning down to whisper in my ear with a low, husky voice. “I’ll show you how much I missed you later baby.”

I shivered and my mouth went dry, memories of the last few days coursing straight to my core. Collecting myself I pushed away and took Jason back, turning for the kitchen. Hopefully he didn’t notice just how much he affected me.

“Let’s go finish dinner!”

-

We ate and did some online shopping before Jason’s bedtime rolled around. He was reluctant to go down but when I pinky promised I’d be there when he woke up he agreed to settle. Halfway through Stellaluna and he was out.

Josh’s hands were on my waist as soon as we made it to the hallway, steering me towards his bedroom. My mind went blissfully quiet and my bones felt warm and heavy. Knowing I was safe in his arms was probably the sexiest thing of all.

My dress was gone before we made it to the bed, Josh kicking the door shut gently behind him while tugging off his tshirt. “Thought about you all damn day.”

I didn’t get to reply before his lips descended on mine while his hands carefully navigated around my bruises. He came a little too close to a particularly bad one and I twitched away. “Shit, how’re you feeling baby? Did I hurt you?”

Shaking my head I kissed his chest, focusing on the tattoos over his pec. “No, just a little close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

That familiar throb was so bad and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. Laying on the bed he dispatched of his sweatpants and pulled me on top of him. “Here, like this.” Guiding me he helped me get situated so I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips and my wetness pressed to his hardness.

Leaning up a little he gently bit one of my nipples with a smirk. “Now move for Daddy.”

“How?” Heat rushed through me and I thought I would cum right then.

“Roll them hips, find a rhythm you like.”

Anchoring my hands on his shoulders he chuckled darkly when I couldn’t suppress another shiver. “Oh you just so needy huh baby?”

My mouth wasn’t working, I just moaned in reply as I did what he instructed. The friction of my clit against his cock created an unbelievable sensation even through the clothe of our underwear. For a second I felt worry he wasn’t enjoying it but he chased that fear away with a groan from deep in his chest.

“Oh Josh, oh my god it feels so good!” The words finally tumbled forth in a heated whisper. One of his hands fisted in my hair and his kissed my throat before placing a hard bite at the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder.

I keened, my orgasm building rapidly as my movements became erratic.

“I know you wanna scream baby, but you’re gonna bite me instead. Shoulder, bite my shoulder when you cum.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Not knowing any better I didn’t hold back as I sank my teeth in when I felt myself shatter in waves. He rewarded me with a euphoric noise I’d never heard him make before, my name in a stuttering groan. I filed that away for later. Did he like pain?

Rolling us carefully so as not to hurt my bruised back he reversed our positions, tugging his boxers down to free his manhood, fully hard and dripping precum. Bracing himself with a hand next to my head he took my hand and wrapped it around himself. I loved the feeling of his slick member in my hand and gladly took over stroking him so he could use both hands to hold himself up. He grunted softly, bucking into my hands when I got an idea. It hurt to tighten my core enough to lean up but I didn’t care as I captured on of his nipples with my teeth. Not crazy hard but enough to hurt.

Best decision ever.

He *whimpered* as a hand caught the back of my head. “Ah, fuck, good girl.”

Carefully I did it again, sucking the sensitive nub this time and he came with a shudder and gasp, hot ropes shooting over my stomach as he pulsed in my hand.

Falling back I smirked up at him as he panted, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Imma quick study Daddy.”

With a soft growl he bent down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth in a dominating fashion. Inwardly I I smiled as I remained submissive and pliant beneath him, a touch of satisfaction at knowing I’d figured out something he liked without having to be told.

I couldn’t wait to figure out more.

——

Jey POV

I checked Jason’s overnight bag for the umpteenth time, as if it would make my cousin appear any faster. Two weeks and we’d been busy with schedules shifting, adopting a puppy who would come home from his foster family in a few days and Aurora fretting over her class work as she struggled with varying bouts of anxiety and depression and horny. Some days she couldn’t get enough and less often she would wave me off, being “touched out”. It stung the first time but she explained it was nothing personal, it was usually if Jason had been extra clingy during the day while I was busy. Something else the dog might help with.

Tonight we would finally have the house to ourselves again, Jason having been invited to a sleepover at Joe’s house. Aurora’s bruises had faded days ago and her crying bouts had mostly ceased, except for when a nightmare struck. It stoked my pride to see her slowly getting comfortable, her confidence building Lego brick by Lego brick.

When my older cousin finally pulled up to collect Jason I met him outside and by her own choice, Aurora remained indoors. Jonathan and Trinity were plenty for her right now. It hadn’t been the easiest thing to keep from Joe, he’d noticed me on my phone all the time and overall better, more focused attitude. But he hadn’t asked and I hadn’t offered.

“You good man?” Being him he hopped out to help me secure Jason into the toddler seat in the back of the SUV. It was such a soccer mom car I couldn’t help but smile every time he pulled up in it, happy as a fucking lark.

“Yeah.” I passed Jason off who was more than happy to see his ‘uncle’. “You, big guy?”

Nodding he confirmed he was doing good and so were his wife and kids and I found myself nodding but not listening as he filled me in on their lives. Instead I was daydreaming about quivering golden thighs and a southern accent singing my praises when he waved a big hand in front of my face, looking bemused.

“Josh? His bag? Hey, earth to Josh?”

I realized I was still holding Jason’s overnight bag in my hand, hanging at my side.

“I’m sorry dawg. Jus distracted is all.” I handed over the bag and he laughed.

“Yeah, I can tell. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Sucking my teeth I shook my head. Part of me did want to tell him, knew he might even be able to offer some advice for how to deal with the issues Aurora was facing and how to help her. But I had to respect her request.

“Nah, thanks though. You know I’ll come to you.” That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and he hugged me tightly before sliding into the drivers seat.

“I’ll let you know when we’re there. Want me to call you?”

“It’s okay, y’all just have fun alright?”

He nodded and I waved at them as he took off. Not that I didn’t want to hear from them, I certainly wanted the text, but I wanted to focus of Aurora for the night. There was no doubt in my mind my son was safe.

I waited until they’d turned out of sight to head back inside, nerves twisting in my chest. For the last few days I’d kept my hands to myself for the most part, wanting her needy and desperate tonight. If her squirming last night was any indication she was ready. I’d soothed her distressed little whimpers with a quiet promise of “tomorrow baby”.

Sure enough she was waiting at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but one of my tshirts and her underwear, simple cotton boyshorts. My body stirred to life at the sight as I climbed the stairs slowly, like I was stalking her. Aurora’s eyes widened and she backed up a few steps, hesitation flickering across her face. We’d established a safe word this morning, “code red”, and everything would stop. She knew that’s all she had to say.

“You ready for me baby?”

Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her plush lips and she nodded, eyes fixed on me. Seeing her there, framed in the low light of dusk was something else, it was like her dark auburn hair was on fire and all the different colors in her hazel orbs stood out.

“Gotta say it.”

“I’m ready Daddy.”

This time when I advanced she held her ground, reaching out a hand in an innocent display of trust and willingness. I pulled her close, kissing her cheekbones and lips chastely.

“Yeah?” Her little shivers as I ran my hands up and down her sides fed the hardness growing in my jeans. Biting her earlobe softly before I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. “Want me to fill you up with my cock? Make that empty feelin you talk about go away?”

She gasped softly when I lightly pinched a nipple through the soft cotton. “Yes please.”

I growled, using my body to push hers towards my bed, and she made a cute noise in her throat. At the doorway I caught her around the waist and cupped her heat through the boyshorts, digging the heel of my hand into her clit when I found the cloth soaked through. “Fuck yeah you are baby. Your poor little body’s cryin for me.”

For whatever reason Aurora’s own desire turned me on harder than I’d been before. Every time my fingers probed her entrance like they were now she was slick. It would have been easy to half-ass the way I handled her but no, I was going to make sure I ruined her for anyone else in the best way.

Sliding my middle finger into her waiting pussy, her walls immediately tightening around it, I dug my palm into her clit harder than before and started making circles. Her head fell back against my chest and she squeezed my arm. “Oh Josh!”

“That’s right baby, this pussy belong to me, you hear me?”

She whined and thrust her hips into my hand. “Yes!”

“Fuck.” I swore, not wanting to wait another second. Removing my hand from her I tugged the shirt off and nudged her backwards gently until she was laid out on the dark blanket. Out of my own clothes quickly I knelt at her feet, finding it cute when she squeezed her legs together.

“Nuh uh baby girl.” Taking her ankles I slowly parted her legs and ran my hands up their smoothness, watching intently at the muscles in her abdomen and thighs jumped in anticipation. Hooking my fingers under remaining garment I tugged it down her legs slowly, carefully, kissing a path down as I did so. The whimper and whines were delicate and sweet, just like her taste. Licking her hard and fast I thrust a finger back into her, making her hips buck.

“Josh, I - oh it feels so good!”

Continuing my assault on her clit with my tongue I very carefully added a second finger to the first, meeting resistance as her body tried to accommodate the change. Pressing forward I stretched her carefully, taking note of how her sounds changed. Pausing I looked up at her.

“How you doin?”

Aurora blinked and shifted her lower body ever so slightly. Her voice was thick with lust when she answered me.

“S’a little uncomfortable but I can take it.”

Slowly, I scissored my fingers within her before hooking them to massage her walls and she gasped.

“Good girl, gotta get you ready for me.”

Repeating the motion over and over again I hoped to prepare her. Sucking her nub between my lips again she dug her hands into my hair, gripping for all she was worth as I anchored her hips with my other arm.

“Yes, yes, oh I’m gonna cum!”

Perfect, I wanted to get her off before we actually had sex. There wasn’t a way for me to make it completely pain free but I was going to try. Like in my fantasies those thighs quivered uncontrollably, her walls clenched and she writhed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Taking my time I slowed my motions, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could before kissing my way back up to her face. Wrapping her arms around my neck Aurora pulled herself up to kiss me deeply, her inexperience showing when she tried to deepen the kiss and our teeth clacked together.

“I’m sorry!”

Laughing I kissed her again, until she was moaning into my mouth and her body shifting beneath me. Her fingers found the top of my boxers and gave a slight tug. Understanding I moved off her and removed them, stroking my leaking cock a few times as I knelt back over her, settling between her knees. She swallowed thickly.

“Point of no return baby. You ready?” I let my fingers trail over her, dipping in slightly to relish the wet heat that would envelope me soon. Biting her lip she nodded.

“Go slow?”

“Course baby.”

My own heart was pounding in excitement. Leaning over I braced myself on an elbow while reaching between us to drag the head of my dick over her slit, loving the way she shook and whimpered. Again she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss. I pressed the tip into her slowly, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and fast, but also desperately wanted her to relax and not hurt.

She was so tight and hot and wet it was like heaven. Pushing a little deeper I could see she was becoming uncomfortable when her eyes closed tightly and she took a deep breath.

“That’s it, a little more baby. Just a little more.” Pressing in deeper I groaned when her body fastened around me like a vice, my control was slipping. Aurora panted and wiggled, digging her nails into my shoulders, tears collecting in her eyes.

“Hurts…” I kissed her tears away.

“I know, I know. S’gonna be okay.” Withdrawing until only the very tip remained within her I prayed she’d forgive me for what was gonna come next. Claiming her lips I thrust, deep and hard until I’d bottomed out.

Swallowing her wail I did it again, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her close while I kept my body supported on my elbow and knees. She cried out and tried to twist away.

“Ow! Ow! Too big! Hurts too much!”

Lost to the sensation of being buried in her I growled, “C’mon baby, relax and take what your Daddy has for you.”

“Josh!” I couldn’t tell what she was feeling but she hadn’t said the safe word so I thrust deep again.

Looking down I could see how she’d painted me with her trust and the last bit of my need to hold back fell away. She belonged to me. Mine. Mine alone.

Heat wound through me, burning in my lower belly as my orgasm built. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and leaned back to take in the sight of our bodies bound together.

Aurora looked ethereal, her skin flushed a beautiful rose gold, hair spread around her like fire and silver tracks on her face from her tears. The words started tumbling out of me as I pumped in and out of her, watching her face change slowly from pain to pleasure.

“I fucking own this pussy, you hear me? You’re mine.”

Her breath caught but she didn’t speak.

I thrust harder, the sounds of our skin meeting driving me more.

“You belong to me, feel me? Another man touches you and I’ll rip his fucking head off.” Her hands clutched at my biceps and she nodded.

“Imma breed this gorgeous pussy over and over, say you want it, tell me who’s fucking you baby.”

“You Daddy, I want you and only you to fill me up forever.” Auroras soft southern accented whisper fell over me like water, burning down my spine to settle in my tightening balls.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I started circling her clit with a thumb and her walls squeezed me even tighter.

Fuck, I was gonna cum soon. Her body was so intoxicating, it was like she’d been custom built to fit me.

“Gonna nut soon baby. Want Daddy to fill you up with my cum?”

She tilted her hips upward and I almost came undone. “Yes!”

“Ah fuck, oh I love you Rori baby!” Her body squeezed around me in another orgasm driving me over the edge into my own. Lights exploded behind my eyelids as my cock pulsed deep within her, over and over as I filled her like I’d promised.

Collapsing, I could hardly keep all my weight off her as I kissed her all over her face and neck. “You did so good baby.”

She sighed and nuzzled into my neck. Carefully, slowly, I withdrew from her and rolled to my side to drink in the sight of her, well fucked and disheveled and the proof I was the only man to touch her painting her thighs. Aurora hesitantly met my gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You-you said you loved me.” She looked fearful, like I was going to be upset with her for mentioning it.

“Yeah baby, I meant it.” I’d been thinking it a while now, it had just finally come out. May as well own up to it.

Rori gave a small sob of relief before breaking into a perfect smile. “I love you too.”

Leaning in I kissed her again before sliding my arms under her. “Forever, promise baby.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gotta get us cleaned up. Want you ready for round two.” I winked at her and she smiled. “But really, how you feelin?”

“Good, sore but good.” I felt relieved now, not realizing how much I’d been worried she wouldn’t enjoy herself.

“So we saying we love each other now?” I smirked at her as I got the bath started.

Her eyes lit up hopefully. “Is that okay?”

I held her face, kissing her softly. “I love you Aurora Begay.”

“I love you, Joshua Fatu.”

I wasn’t sure I could get any happier than I was now.

Epilogue -

4 1/2 years later, August 2024 SummerSlam

Aurora POV

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how loud these arenas are. It was worse than walking the stage to get my degree earlier that Spring. My stomach turned over yet again in anxiety as the match progressed and Josh was slung out of the ring. Digging a hand into my bag I clutched desperately for an anti-nausea candy. Joe’s wife Galina put a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, just nerves.”

I felt bad fibbing to her but wanted Josh to know before anyone else and I’d intentionally saved the surprise for tonight, knowing he was “going over” in his championship match.

Finally.

Jason screamed and cheered next to me, at almost eight he could just barely see over the barricade. The man Josh was wrestling, Gunther, swaggered by, yelling at us “shut up” and something about “crushing hopes”. Little dude stuck out his tongue and made a “Nyah!” sound and I swear I saw the tall blond laugh as he turned away. In any other circumstance I may have been upset but after meeting the sweet, soft spoken Austrian and had the plans for the interactions explained it didn’t bother me.

At first, integrating into Josh’s life on the road had been difficult, even if I hadn’t expressed it. But eventually I’d adjusted to the constant business, schedule changes and stream of large, imposing friends. My main focus was on keeping Jason’s schoolwork on track as we traveled and I had become an unofficial babysitter of sorts when other superstars who were traveling with their kids needed some extra hands.

Josh’s jealousy had been an issue and still was but we were working through it. Couples therapy was great for helping him realize trust was key and that he’d have to relax and have faith I wasn’t leaving him. On the other hand my traumas and a lifetime of abuse had left me with some bad habits and I’d had to learn he wasn’t going to snap on me suddenly and become someone else.

Like all marriages it was give and take.

The crowd roared again as Josh rallied against some nasty slaps to the chest. I HATED the sound it made and the bruises I’d knew he’d have afterwards but I cheered too. The end was finally approaching and I was ready. We’d been at the venue all day and my feet were killing me.

I may have only been three months along but my back hurt already and sitting in these hard chairs was not helping. Shifting I clutched my chest when Josh climbed to the top rope yet again and threw us a big smirk over his shoulder with a wink. He was wearing that fanged grill he knew I loved and my heart skipped a beat.

I could hear Michael Cole from where I sat. “USO SPLASH USO SPLASH”

1-2-3

To say the arena exploded would have been an understatement. For well over a year now people had been behind “Jey Uso’s” solo run and it was finally paying off as we all jumped to our feet screaming and clapping for him. I didn’t cry until I heard the emotion in Samantha’s voice as she spoke into the microphone.

“AND THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…”

The next fifteen minutes were a blur of celebration and it was another ten after that before we made it to the back. Waiting patiently in guerrilla while everyone took turns congratulating a beaming Josh, who looked absolutely stunning with that big belt slung over his shoulder, I nudged Jason. “I think it’s time little dude.”

I’d only told the little boy my plan right before we’d headed out to ringside, not wanting him to blurt out the news to his dad. He’d been bouncing on his heels ever since we got backstage.

“Finally!” Pulling his hoody off he ran up to his father and grabbed his arm as Josh pulled out of a hug from Bayley.

She noticed Jason’s shirt first pointing and making a bird like noise.

“What’s your shirt-holy shit! Oh my god!”

Josh scrunched up his nose in confusion and made Jason step back a little so he could read it out loud.

“Best Big Brother?”

It took a few seconds for recognition to ripple through the small space, a smile hitting his twins face first as he was still silent and processing.

“No way!”

Cody smirked and smacked Josh on the shoulder. Gunther gave a double thumbs up.

Trinity gawked and shook me a little before pulling me into a hug. “How long!?”

Josh finally turned to me, his face unreadable and everyone quieted a bit again. Normally “Jey Uso” wasn’t the man you could count on to be so still. Panic exploded in my chest. What if I’d been wrong? What if he hadn’t meant it when he said he wanted to try? I replayed him asking me about trying once I graduate. Had I misunderstood?

“For real?” His voice was soft but thick with emotions I couldn’t easily decipher. I rang my hands together and felt Trinity tighten her arm around my shoulders.

I nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, three months.”

Taking a deep breath he hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. Cody and Jon looked concerned.

“Josh? You good man?”

When he finally moved it was to take several strides and pull me into his arms in a big hug. It wasn’t until then that I realized he was crying.

“Josh?”

“They’re happy tears baby.” He finally straightened and swiped at his face before pulling Jason into our hug. “Today’s been a good fucking day you guys.” Everyone else in the area relaxed and went back to congratulating us.

By the time we made it back to the hotel that night everyone was exhausted, Josh had to carry a sleeping Jason back to our room. Curling up I relished the feeling of his arms around me, my back nestled to his front as he rubbed my bare stomach.

“You sure? You still so little baby.” He kissed my neck and nuzzled the spot behind my ear, a habit I’d learned meant he wanted sex even if we couldn’t in the moment.

“I’m sure. Gonna go for the first ultrasound next week, made sure to schedule it for when you’d be home.”

It amazed me when he was ready to go after a long match but also I found it insanely hot when came back all sweaty and disheveled. More than once he’d tugged me into a closet in a random arena for a post match quickie. Now he nipped my ear.

“Part a why I love you so much is cuz you’re always doin thoughtful shit like that. Thank you.”

Tears burned my nose and this time I didn’t fight them. When he looked worried I shook my head and repeated his earlier statement. “Happy tears. Never dreamed I’d be so happy.”

“I got you baby, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

That night I dreamed of twins, a boy and a girl, with dark curly hair and coffee colored eyes running back and forth across a wrestling ring.

The End

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