#one last middle finger from my brother ✨

[milfleeta]

truly one of the most diabolical things to come out of my brother dying is that i now have reason to relate to a fucking dear evan hanson song

[nackrosor]

~Magic Hands~

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 '𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽' 𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

warnings/tags: smut, massage, hurt/comfort, female receiving, v. fingering, soft Ghost, romantic tension, the room is packed with your mates so you have to keep quiet hehe

synopsis: in the aftermath of a rough mission, you find yourself unable to fall asleep due to muscle aches. Your Lieutenant offers to help you release the tension by giving you a massage, which escalates rather quickly.

word count: 4,1k.

[a/n: finally writing for my man Ghost and I'm quite proud of how this first story turned out. Now I'm curious to know what you think of it! Also, this wasn't beta-read so if there's any typo/grammatical error, let me know. Alright, enjoyyyyy 🌶️✨💀]

"You can't sleep?" 

Ghost's deep hushed voice coming from somewhere behind you makes you turn in your bedroll. The room is nearly pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the half-closed window, yet providing enough light to make your close surroundings visible. Therefore, when you turn around, you can see Ghost sitting on the floor a few feet away from you, his back to the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest and legs stretched straight in front of him. The thin dark gray t-shirt, paired with the intense chiaroscuro that imbues the room, highlights the outline of his massive biceps. Your eyes linger on his arms before they meet his, which twinkle slightly as they capture the moonshine.

"You neither?" 

He hums in response.

A weary sigh escapes you as you sprawl on your back, hand flying to the nape of your neck, where the muscles tug and burn. You feel like a wreck. You knew today’s operation would have been rough, even more than the last ones and you were prepared for it, you had trained so hard for months. You've risked your own skin multiple times during the offensive, although in the end you got away with only a scratch or two; nothing major. You were still high on adrenaline as you made it back to the base camp -a dilapidated temporary facility in the middle of a thick forest- and you were even rather impressed of yourself for having handled it all so well… until fatigue came crushing on you like a double-decker bus, almost knocking you to your knees and you felt the magnitude of the efforts made in all its gravity. You tried to mask it as you dined with your brothers in arms, a scarce sorry meal that didn’t even quench a third of your appetite, then instantly dragged your 200 pounds heavier than normal legs to the storage room adapted for sleeping and flopped down on your bed roll. You thought the ache would pass, that you only needed to lie down and let your limbs rest but it has already been three or four hours since then and you haven’t been able to close your eyes not even once.

"Everything aches so much. I might have strained a muscle or something. Possibly all of them." 

Ghost hums again in understanding. A moment of silence follows; silence only interrupted by the rhythmic snoring of your mates, laying in their bedrolls all around you in the tiny room.

"Come here." 

Your head snaps up. 

"Uh?" 

"You heard me. We need to do something about those sore muscles. Can't allow them to get in the way of the mission tomorrow." 

You look questioningly at him, eyes roaming over his masked face, as if expecting to be able to read his intentions. What can he do for you? The same as he can do for himself, which is pretty much nothing; he’ll give you a pat on the back and tell you to suck it up. If only there was a medic in the facility, you could have asked for an injection to ease the tension in your body but alas, you're on your own down here, equipped with no instant medication other than a pack of analgesics reserved for battle and a pain drug; but there's no way you'd take one on a night before a mission and risk waking up as a zombie in the morning. 

You’d have to wait for a proper medical treatment when you’re out of this hell, assuming you’re still in one piece by then.

“We don’t have all night, Sergeant.”

Ugh, using your title, of course. It can only mean the Lieutenant won’t accept a refusal from you. And who are you to refuse anyway? Just a lower soldier in pain; nothing special about you.

Even though you are still perplexed about his intentions, you scoot toward him, crawling silently so as to not wake up the others. Fortunately you don’t have to step on someone’s lying body to reach your superior.

He spreads his legs to give you room to get closer and you swallow the thrill that inflames your body at the sight of that big hunk of a man welcoming you in his lap. This is not the time to give in to such fantasies. Nor there will ever be. Hard truth.

Ghost’s fingers masterly find the waistband of your cargo trousers and tug at it to make you slide closer.

"Turn around." 

His commanding voice compels you to do as he says without question. There's no room for hesitation when he employs that tone; you must obey his directives, whether you're on the field on a mission or killing time at the HQ. Nobody can stand up to it, least of all you.

You’re barely able to suppress a gasp when you feel his huge hands take hold of your hips and settle you between his thighs, your back colliding with his firm chest. You can't, however, physically stop the shiver that runs down your spine as his palms climb up your sides, sliding upward over your back, causing you to bend slightly forward as he reaches your shoulders. There, he begins to knead your muscles carefully, knowing where to apply more pressure and where to let the tip of his fingers do most of the work.

You’re too stunned to speak. Never in a million years you would have guessed this is what he had in mind to do to help you. Ghost, your Lieutenant, has his hands on you, in a room full of fellow soldiers, in the middle of the night while you are on duty. What crazy-ass dream is this?

"Ghost-," you shudder, his hands working on a particularly sore spot, "a m-massage, seriously?" 

“What?”

“They only make things worse-”

While having Ghost do it is a whole new experience for you, you've received your fair share of massages, both throughout your years of training and after you became a special agent and they never seemed to work on you. They always left you in more pain than you were in before. You could have blamed it on the medic if only you hadn’t changed so many during the past years; they couldn't all have been incompetent, could they?

"You never got one from me, innit? They don't call me magic hands for nothing." 

You frown, throwing him a sideway glance over your shoulder. 

"Nobody calls you that." 

You hear him huff and your head is forced back to face straight by a firm nudge.

As strange and unexpected as it may seem, you must admit that his hands are truly doing Lord’s work against your shoulders, easing your tensed muscles and relieving some pain, so much so that you find yourself closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. 

"See? Just relax." 

His hands scoot lower, sliding down your back and sides, resting just above your bum. The warmth of his palms rubbing that sore area in circular motions sends more shivers up your spine. In his ascent back up, he pays attention to the tensed muscles of your arms, thumbs kneading deep into them and then finally, he goes back to your neck. Your breath catches at the feeling of his strong hands wrapping around it. His firm touch appears to arouse something primal within you. You can feel heat pooling in your core right away. 

"Fucking hell. Your neck is rock hard." 

He increases the pressure, rubbing the skin and working on the knots. His thumbs slide up and down your larynx, matching the movement of his other fingers on the nape. Your head bends backward on its own, landing on his chest. 

Ghost hums again, appreciatively. 

"You liking it?" 

"Y-yes, sir-"

His chest shakes softly against your back, a light rumble coming from his throat. 

"Good girl." 

You bite back a gasp. Those hushed words only add to the growing ache between your legs. The massage is clearly starting to turn you on and you feel… conflicted. You know you shouldn’t let his skillful touch, nor his raspy voice whispering so close to your ear or the warmth of his chest pressed against your back affect you so much. However, you are basically caged in his lap, how are you supposed to not let that cloud your judgment? To not allow your fantasies to run wild in your head? Yes, you’re strong, but… not that strong. You can’t possibly stop your body from reacting so naturally to all of these overwhelming sensations. Especially when you’re so touch-starved, and having Ghost being the one to indulge your craving doesn’t help in the slightest.

 " Mh, you're tensing up again." 

Ghost swiftly resumes working on your back, placing the palm of each hand on either side of your spine and working his way up, keeping his hands parallel to one another. When he reaches the top of your back, he fans his hands outwards across the shoulders, as if outlining the top of a heart. Using a kneading motion, he returns to the lower of your back to work the large muscles on either side of your spine then presses his fingertips firmly into your flesh before quickly releasing as he works his way up. The constant pressing and releasing sends your spine tingling and you fail to hold back a moan.    

“Yes. Don’t fight it.”

If only he knew what you were actually fighting against. How can the tension leave your body if his touch and his closeness and his voice are all working so hard together to make you tense up all the more?

You feel his hands close into fists and his knuckles start to rub gently but firmly across the tops of your shoulders and then glide down your biceps, the inner part of your arms, the side of your chest... 

Inadvertently, your body jerks at the new sensation, and his hand accidentally brushes up against your breast, fingers knocking into the slight bulge in your top caused by your aroused nipple. You stifle the moan that erupts from your throat by biting your bottom lip hard, your body stiffening instantaneously. 

Silence falls into the room, coating it in tension; your mates are not even snoring anymore. You don’t dare to move a muscle, you can barely keep your ragged breathing under control. 

Has he noticed? Does he realize what has just happened? It’s so dark in here and it all happened so quickly, he may have no idea what he has just touched, he may have not caught the lewd sound that came out of your mouth, either. Your body has tensed so much, however, that your reaction must have caught his attention. Any doubt goes out the window when you feel his hands retract and his body shift uncomfortably behind you. 

Well, fuck it . You just had to make it awkward, didn’t you? For both of you! How embarrassing. He will look at you and treat you differently from now on, you know it already. You're soldiers, for god’s sake! You're professionals! And he’s your superior! These things shouldn’t happen! They should stay out of work. And to think that you've managed to get this far, despite Ghost's strong magnetic pull on you since the first time you saw him... You’ve hidden your emotions so well for months. But unfortunately, no matter how hard you try and succeed at hiding it, you can’t really control your body and how it reacts to his presence, touch, or gaze. This was bound to happen sooner or later, as much as you prayed it wouldn’t. Besides, how could you have even imagined you would find yourself in such a crazy situation at one point? Working with him every day, getting very physical on the field and still keeping your emotions at bay was already enough to drive you insane. There was no way you could have handled this and came out victorious.

But perhaps you could still salvage this somehow, or at the very least escape the horrible truth-spilling conversation that awaits you. Yes, it is possible. You simply need to get the hell away from Ghost, crawl back to your bedroll, attempt to sleep it off, and put the burden aside to deal with it another day. Easier said than done.

Your hands fumble around you, hoping to meet the cold tiles of the floor -rather than those god-like legs stretched at either side of you- and you bend forward in an attempt to hoist yourself up. 

“A-alright, this has been nice-”

A steel-strong arm snakes around your middle and forcefully pulls you back. You gasp as your spine collides with his chest once more. 

Now that you're pressed up against him, even closer than you were before, you can feel his bulge against your lower back and your mouth goes dry.

"Ghost-", your voice comes out in a loud, unsteady squick and he instantly hushes you, tightening the grip around your waist. 

You feel his hot breath caress your ear even through the balaclava. “We’re not done here, yet.”

His hands start to travel up and down your body once again, bolder this time, skimming over areas he hasn't touched before. The hand wrapped around your middle slips under your tank top, fondling the smooth flesh at your side as it raises, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, until it reaches the upper area of your stomach. There, his fingertips tease the lower curve of your breast from above the fabric of your sports bra. Your breath catches again but you don't dare to move. He holds his palm there for a long minute. 

Is he testing you? Is he messing with you? Is he silently asking for permission to move forward? The affirmative guttural sound that rewards you as you finally throw your morals out the window and boldly place your hand over his and tug it upwards, sweeps away any doubt. His big hand instantly covers your whole breast, groping it gently at first then squeezing it decisively. His other hand comes to match the motion as they both slide inside the cups and fondle your soft sensitive flesh before turning the focus onto your erect nipples, causing you to arch your back forward and shiver. 

“Is this-”, your voice catches in your throat as his fingers pinch your nipples hard, lips squeezing together to muffle a groan, “-why they call you magic hands ?” 

You feel a light chuckle rumble in his chest and against your back.

“You catch up real quick, Sergeant…”, he whispers in your ear in that gravelly voice that makes you squirm, “...but you don’t know the half of it.” And as if on cue, one of his hands sneaks out of your tank top and slides down your stomach, skimming over the inseam of your pants and resting on your crotch, causing a warmth to spread from deep within your stomach. Two fingers push against your core, suggestively and your heart races. Your breaths are ragged in anticipation. 

“Bet you’re desperate to find out, innit?”

You don’t even realize you’re nodding in response until you feel him huff a laugh through his nose, blowing cool air right next to your ear. 

"Curiosity killed the cat, didn't you hear?" 

His palm rubs against your crotch up and down a few times before giving it a firm squeeze. 

You suck in air through your teeth and your hand lands on his thigh at your side, fingers dipping in his firm muscle. 

" Please -" 

You're not sure what you're even begging him for, your mind dazed with desire, and all you can focus on is the heady sensation of having his warm palm rest so close to your aching cunt but still denying you the touch you desperately crave for. 

Ghost doesn't need you to say anything, he clearly knows what you're pleading for and he makes quick work of unzipping your pants before sliding his hand inside. His eager fingers meet your panties which are, unsurprisingly, already soaked; a small detail that he seems to appreciate greatly. He runs his digits over the wet patch on the fabric, eliciting a loud moan from you. 

An abrupt stirring sound freezes you and your head snaps up, heart jumping in your throat, while your eyes dart across the room expecting to meet the shocked expression of one of your brothers. The thought of having been spotted however doesn't seem to stop Ghost from pushing his fingers beneath the damp fabric of your undies. You don't have time to still the violent beating of your heart as he begins to circle his way through your folds, instantly drawing back your whole attention. A harsh whine crawls up your throat when the pad of his finger meets your clitoris and his free hand immediately moves to cover your mouth. His clad lips suddenly draw close to your ear, skin tingling at the contact. 

"You don't want to wake up the boys, do you, kitten?" 

You shake your head profusely and he hums softly. 

"Thought so."

You suppress the cries of pleasure that he provokes by rubbing his fingers up and down over your slit in a slow intoxicating way, your hips shaking with each swipe. He presses his forearm against your stomach to hold your body still, squeezing you closer to him as a result. 

You wince as you hear it; the wet sound of your desire seems to be the only noise in the otherwise silent room and it only grows louder when Ghost teases your entrance, rubbing his pads around it before easily pushing two fingers inside. You screw your eyes shut and throw your head back against his chest. As he thrusts inside you in a steady rhythm, he presses his palm on your most sensitive part, and drags his hand in a firm circle against it. The feeling is dizzying and it sends lightning jolting through you. 

Ghost's hand leaves your mouth to grab your inner thigh and push it over his adjacent knee, spreading your legs wide apart to gain better access to your core and thus shove his fingers deeper inside you. In fact, his next thrust perfectly hits that sacred spot buried deep between your walls and you grasp a fist of his t-shirt and pull it against your lips to muffle your whimpers, while your other hand tugs firmly at his tensed arm lying on your stomach.

You are close, so close. You can feel the heat in your gut begin to bubble and spread, scorching and hair-raising, to the rest of your quivering body. Ghost too seems to notice by the way you tuck into him and clutch at his arm as if it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, your safe anchor. His fingers grab your chin and angle your head so that your eyes meet. 

His eyes… his big eyes. The only visible part of his face, the only part you are allowed to lay your gaze on and let it linger. And oh, how beautiful they are. Especially now, glinting with moonshine and looking down at you with a special twinkle which you can’t quite decipher but that makes your heart swell. 

You prompt yourself up in a daze, just enough to cup his cheek and pull him down to meet you in a quite unorthodox kiss. You press your lips desperately to his mask, just above his own and you feel them twitch at the contact, responding to the kiss only a moment later. 

You stay like that while his hand still works against you, faster and sloppier but hitting you perfectly with each push. You keep your lips glued to his as the coiling pleasure in your belly finally snaps, a heady wave of pleasure washes over you and makes your body jerk uncontrollably. Your cries are muffled by the fabric of his mask, even more so when his hand cups the back of your neck and presses you harder against him. He continues to slowly dip his fingers inside your fluttering walls then litter your small bundle of nerves with a few more soft teasing caresses all the while subsiding your spasms with his strong embrace. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your chest heaving hard, heart still racing and legs still shaking when his hand slips out of your pants and you pull back. You let your head rest on his chest as you take a deep long breath. Almost instantly a subdued ruffle of fabrics strikes your ear and you can feel a cool breath blowing on your neck before a pair of soft damp lips meet your boiling skin. You bite your lips at the shiver-inducing sensation; it feels like a vital secret shared in utmost confidence and you don’t dare break the touching moment until his lips retreat and the mask is safely put back on. Only then you chance a look up through a heavy-lidded gaze and you meet his beautiful eyes again, which in turn watch your reactions with a hazy, adoring gaze. All is forgotten; the packed room, the initial conflict you felt, the aching muscles… The only thing you can focus on is the tingling sensation abandoning your body, leaving the way to the heartening warmth of his embrace and gaze. 

“Ghost-”

“Simon.”

You gulp, nodding feebly as you reverently search his eyes. 

“Simon…” 

Saying his name feels strange but also… meaningful. Like uttering a magic word or being handed the sole key that unlocks the armored door that keeps the treasure safe; treasure so priceless and vulnerable that only a few trusted people are allowed to take a glimpse at it.

“I’m-” you fail to find the words, mind dazed and heart hammering in your chest, “that was…”

“Kitten got more than she bargained for.” 

You catch an amused hint in his voice and even if you can’t see it, you’re certain there is a smile tugging at his lips, for the corner of his eyes curl up slightly.

“I take it the massage didn't make things worse after all?”

"Well…", you shift in his embrace, turning to face him with a sheepish grin, "that was some effective massage, alright." 

You prompt yourself up and reading your intentions he closes his legs to let you settle on his lap, your knees resting on either side of his hips. His eyes never leave yours as you lean up, arms latching around his neck. 

"Nothing aches anymore thanks to you…", you grind your hips slowly down against his, relishing in the sound of his heavy breathing picking up, "...but maybe it's you now who is in need of a release ?" You bite your lip at the rousing feeling of his throbbing bulge rubbing against your still sensitive center, as well as at the rare thrilling satisfaction of seeing him crane his head slightly up to look at you. 

His hands descend on your hips, fingers almost painfully gripping the flesh, causing you to groan.

"I wouldn't mind it one bit kitten, believe me…", his lust-clouded eyes rake over your body. You see him swallow hard as he glances down where your hips meet and a long breath escapes his lips. His gaze then trails back up, savoring every inch of you, until it finally locks with yours once again. "But you should hit the sack now."

Disappointment shows plainly on your face.

"But-" 

"Besides, I'm on second watch tonight."

"T-That’s good! I can sneak out to keep you company. I'm not sleepy! Even less now than before. We can-" 

" Negative .” His tone is peremptory and it shuts you up at once. “And don’t fret. You’ll be asleep before your head hits the mat.”

" But -" 

His hands slide up your sides and squeeze your waist, pulling you down to sit on his thighs and hold you at eye level.

"We're taking a rain check, Sergeant."

The title again. His words are final, then. 

A huge sigh escapes you and you nod at last. Reluctantly, you climb out of his lap, his hands following your every movement to support you. Before you stand on your feet and turn around, you chance one last look at him. Your heart swells as you meet once more his big beautiful eyes which look at you so gently, so wistfully… you think you can catch the promise behind them.

"Don't you dare die tomorrow, Simon."

The corners of his eyes curl up again. 

"Surely not on your watch, Kitten."

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Southern Comfort Part 28: Some Kinda Alright

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @wedontknowherorhimorthem @blckburd @daphnesutton @fangirl509east @styleswithaseaview @stylesfever

Disclaimer: In this series your older brother Grant’s face claim is Glen Powell and if you don’t know who he is or what he looks like just look here

A/N: Harry finally gets to meet your older brother and while Grant may terrify him he’s determined to get his stamp of approval, enjoy some sibling bickering and nervous Harry✨

Harry doesn’t know what to do with his hands, at first he had one resting on the top of your thigh while the other holds his drink but then he thought having his hand on your thigh in front of your older brother would be inappropriate. So now it’s resting on top of the table and he can’t help but begin to tap his fingers to the beat of the song that’s softly playing on the speakers of the little outdoor area of the bar you picked to meet at. He knows any moment now Grant will be arriving having opted to just meet the two of you here instead of at your house where he’ll be spending the majority of his week and a half while in town, saying he had to make a few stops after his flight and while you seemed to know what that meant it left nothing but an anxious feeling in the pit of Harry’s stomach because what if one of those stops was to go pay his manager a visit like he had threatened a few weeks ago?

“Is that my sister I see over there?” Harry’s head snaps in the direction of a southern accent that’s almost as thick as yours but not quite. He watches a grin spread across your face as you stand up and push your seat back so you can make your way across the room. Harry stands up but doesn’t follow you, allowing you to have a moment with your brother.

“The one and only.” You answer as Grant just smiles and opens his arms so you can wrap yours around him in a tight hug. “I missed you.” You mumble as his arms wrap around you so he can squeeze you in a bear hug making you laugh.

“I missed you too.” You smile as he pulls away just enough so he can look down at you a bit and when you see him raise an eyebrow at you before he looks over your shoulder towards the table you know Harry’s at you quickly unwrap one of your arms from around him so you can poke a finger into his chest as a warning making him roll his eyes. “So that’s him?”

“You be nice to him Grant Matthew-”

“Hey now no need to go all full name on me okay? I’m always nice.” You roll your eyes as you glare at him when he finally looks away from Harry and back to you. “I’m just gonna see what he’s all about that’s all.” You look over your shoulder and you can’t help but smile when you see Harry standing there looking down at his hands messing with his pinky ring. You know he’s nervous but that doesn’t make him look any less handsome in his jeans and short sleeved button up letting a lot of his tattoos be on display, you know your brother is going to grill him but you won’t let it get too out of hand.

“He’s a good guy.” You state as Grant releases you from his hold as he watches the way you look at your boyfriend from across the room. “I like him.” Is all you say before you look at your brother with a smile before you loop your arm with his so you can lead him to the table so he can finally meet the man that’s been taking up so much of your time the last four months.

“You the dude that’s obsessed with my sister?” Harry’s eyes go wide as Grant’s loud voice makes him flinch slightly as he looks up from where he was messing with his rings. You instantly smack your older brother’s chest with the back of your hand making him take his eyes off of Harry so he can look down at you with a raised brow.

“What? It’s true? The dude sent bluebonnets from the middle of damn no whereville Texas all the way to Malibu…ya ain’t doin that just for some random pretty smile you ran into in the mini mart I’ll tell you that much.” Harry feels his cheeks get hot as your brother brings up the flowers he sent to your work the day after he met you in person, of course you’d share that bit of information with him or maybe you shared it with your mom who then told your brother? Either way it’s not a shock to Harry that your brother knows about it.

“You been here for all of two minutes and you’re already workin every single one of my nerves.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s one I’ve missed but don’t worry the night is young…now where are your manners huh? Aren’t you gonna introduce us?”

“Harry,” Your smile is warm and your eyes are soft as you look at Harry and when he looks back at you he feels a little more relaxed. “This is my older brother Grant.” You motion towards the man standing next to you and Harry looks away from you and towards Grant who gives Harry what he can only assume is a smile he uses on everyone he doesn’t know that well, it’s not fake looking it just doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Nice to meet you.” Grant just nods as Harry reaches out a hand for him to shake making Grant look at it briefly before reaching his own hand out.

“You always wear so many rings?” Grant asks as he shakes Harry’s hand, quite aggressively you notice by the way Harry’s smile falters ever so slightly but you know Harry has a strong grip because he’s had to hold you steady so you didn’t fall when he’s caught you climbing to reach something in his kitchen or a grocery store shelf a few times so you try not to worry about it as you look between to two men.

“Uh yeah I wear them pretty much everyday.” He answers without hesitation making you smile because you knew your brother meant it an an insult but one thing about Harry is he takes pride in his appearance all the way down to his accessories that include all his rings that you’ve grown quite fond of. Harry uses this moment of Grant standing right in front of him to really take in his appearance.

If Harry didn’t know him he would still be able to tell he was from somewhere in the South maybe not Texas exactly but somewhere boots are mandatory much like the dirt covered ones he has on, as is the shiny silver belt buckle that’s visible since his black t shirt is tucked into his tight fighting jeans, the only thing that makes him sort of blend in is the short sleeved white button up he has on over his shirt that he decided to keep unbuttoned. But what catches Harry’s eye is the hat he’s wearing, it’s a simple SnapBack with a football teams logo on it that he has opted to wear backwards and Harry is honestly sort of surprised he’s still wearing it since he’s inside a restaurant and about to sit down at a table, surly he’s going to take it off any moment now because even Harry knows the hat rule. But even with this more casual look your brother is going for he doesn’t look any less intimidating and honestly the short sleeves showing off how toned his arms are only make Harry more aware just how easily he could probably kick his ass and he wonders if that was the goal he was going for when he picked his outfit out.

“So you never answered my question.” Harry runs a hand through his hair as Grant gets comfortable in his seat, right across from him. Harry looks at him for a moment and all he can really focus on is his hat, that’s still on his head so he blinks a few times and shakes his head as he leans forward a bit towards Grant.

“Oh I’m sorry what-”

“Are you obsessed with my sister?”

“Grant Matthew you better take that damn hat off at this table.” Your voice is a harsh whisper as you lean across the table and Harry has to hide his smirk behind his glass as he picks it up to take a sip of his drink, he knew it was going to happen the moment he watched your brother sit down with it still on his head.

“You may work in a barn but you sure as shit weren’t raised in one so I’m gonna need you to act like it okay?” Harry watches as your brother quickly reaches up and slides the hat off his head and then it disappears under the table, Harry has learned that it’s probably resting on his knee that seems to be the place people put their hats while at the table because even Niall put his cowboy hat there while having dinner at your house last month. Harry can feel the annoyance radiating off of you and honestly he’s a little shocked at the words that have come out of your mouth since normally you don’t like to cuss unless you’re extremely upset but it seems your brother just knows how to push all your buttons.

“I left momma at home okay? I don’t need you takin her place while I’m here.” He snaps as he runs his hands through his hair and Harry looks at you as you sit back in your chair and just shrug as you reach for your wine glass to take a quick sip and place it back down on the table.

“Then maybe stop doing stupid shi-you know what? I don’t much appreciate how you’ve got me all riled up right now.” You point your finger at your brother and Harry looks across the table and sees Grant crossing his arms over his chest as he stares his sister down.

“You have me cussin up a storm in front of my sugar here,” Grant’s eyes land on Harry as you place a hand on his arm making Harry look over at you but you’re still glaring at your bother. “And I don’t do that very often so I’m gonna need you to start actin like the southern gentleman I know you are or I swear I’m gonna lay a whoopin on you the size of our home state do you understand me?” Your voice has lost all its gentleness as Grant leans forward so his forearms on resting on the table but Harry notices he makes sure to keep his elbows hanging off, that’s a good start he thinks.

“Yes ma’am.” Harry can tell by the way Grant smiles as he speaks the words to you that this is a normal thing that happens between the two of you because you just give him a smile in return and with the hand you used to point your finger at him you just simply pick up your wine glass and take a sip from it.

“To uhm answer your question from earlier,” Grant shifts in his seat as Harry struggles a bit to maintain eye contact with him from across the table. “I am obsessed with your sister but I don’t see how anyone could meet her and not become at least slightly obsessed? She’s sort of amazing.” Harry feels your hand on his arm slide down to his hand so you can interlock your fingers with his and he doesn’t have to look at you to know there’s a smile on your face as you run your thumb over his knuckles.

“She’s so amazing it took you damn near a month to even ask her on a date and then a stupid amount of dates after that to ask if she’d let you be her boyfriend?” Harry swallows thickly as Grant slightly squints his eyes as he leans forward onto the table and quirks a brow at Harry. “Now I may be a little country boy but I know when something ain’t adding up and let me tell ya Harry…this shit ain’t addin up.” You grip your wine glass a little tighter as you sit there and try not to get in the middle of the conversation, you had warned Harry this was something Grant might bring up because like you had mentioned to him yourself the pace Harry decided to take with dating and asking if he could be your boyfriend was slower than you’d been used to but he had his reasons and now he just needs to explain them to your brother.

“I just didn’t want to rush into anything with her I uhm I made her feel uncomfortable in the very beginning so I didn’t want to make that mistake again I just didn’t want to do anything to make her want to leave me or uh to end things so I just took my time letting her get to know me and getting to know her so when the time came and I asked her out she’d know for sure if this was something she uh wanted or not.” Harry knows it doesn’t make sense, he knows to anyone that’s not you that the words he just said won’t mean anything and if anything they just bring up more questions but he knows you tell your brother everything, well most everything so he’s hopeful that he’ll understand what he’s trying to say.

“She made you nervous as hell didn’t she?”

“Extremely.”

“Good. You need someone who can make you sweat a bit.”

“Oh yeah she’s uhm good at making me kinda freak out.”

“Let’s cut the pleasantries for a moment okay?”

“Pleasant-”

“I’m not gonna lie to you Harry I googled you.” You roll your eyes as Grant reaches for his drink and brings it up to his lips for a quick sip. “Your music is whatever but what I’m really concerned about is why are there photos of my litter sister leaving her apartment and her work or out at the beach all over the internet and more importantly what the hell are you going to do about it?” Harry nods as he listens to Grant’s concerns because it’s normal for an older brother to not want photos of his sister all over the internet, Harry also doesn’t like it so he understands why there is a slight harshness to his tone.

“I can’t do anything about it really. I wish I could stop people from taking her photo when I’m not there but I can’t but I have managed to at least talk her into the idea of full time security.” You give Harry’s hand a nice squeeze because you know how much he wishes you could just walk down the street and not get bothered but it’s not so much the case anymore now that the two of you have been seen together so often the last few months, you get recognized a bit more easily now.

“And what’s that mean? Like a bodyguard?” Harry nods and Grant just looks away from Harry and over to you and Harry knows that look on your brother’s face, it’s the one that’s silently asking you if you’re okay with the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“His name is Travis and I handpicked him.” You answer with a smile and Harry chuckles at the memory of you and Jeff arguing in his living room over who was more qualified, Travis or this man named Zach. You wanted Travis because he was from Texas as well and that was important to you and while Zach didn’t know who Brooks & Dunn were he had more experience but needless to say Jeff left annoyed and you left with Travis as your new full time bodyguard. “He’s from Austin.” Grant seems to be more than pleased with this information because a smile forms on his face as he nods his head in what Harry can only assume is in approval of your choice.

“You’re a braver man than me Harry I’ll tell you that much.” Harry raises an eyebrow as Grant takes a sip of his cocktail before looking him in the eyes with a smirk on his face letting Harry know whatever is about to come out of his mouth isn’t going to be good.

“Ain’t no way in hell I’d let a Texas boy from Austin no less…be around my girlfriend all damn day..those are some smooth talkin slippery fuckers over there Harry..that’s our state’s capital you know that right? That means politician type men…which means they look damn good in a suit all while telling you everything you wanna hear and next thing you know you’ll be all teary eyed and heart broken getting Kevin Costner-ed watchin Travis the bodyguard run off with your girl.” You let out a loud laugh as you place your wine glass down on the table causing both Harry and Grant to turn and look at you.

“You’d have to get a girlfriend first Grant in order to let another man be around her all day and you know damn well ain’t no man from Austin gonna come in and swoop me away from what I have right now so no one will be getting Kevin Costner-ed you jackass.”

“How do you know that I don’t? You’re not home anymore and you can’t keep up with my love life online like I can with yours.”

“Oh so you’re not just itchin to ask me how Kathy is doin? If she’s free while you’re in town?”

“Kathy? Like Niall’s Kath-”

“Who the fuck is Niall?” Harry looks away from you and slowly turns to face your brother who looks like he is a second away from breaking the glass in his hand if he grips it any tighter.

“Uh he’s my best mate and uhm Kathy’s boyfriend.” Grants eyes dart to you and you just smile and shrug making him once again look at Harry with a hard glare.

“And his name is Niall? Niall what?”

“Horan..we were in One Direction together.”

“Niall Horan? That’s not a real fucking name.”

“Grant don’t be an ass.”

“You got Kat out here dating a fucking ex boyband-er?” You roll your eyes as your brother glares at you while Harry has officially lost all hope of Grant leaving this bar not wanting to kick his ass because not only is Harry dating his little sister but now apparently Harry has set up his bestfriend with the girl he likes to spend time with while in town. “She needs stability in her life.”

“Oh and you’re gonna give her that are you? The traveling ranch hand huh? Who lives in Texas while she lives in California? Yeah sounds real stable Grant.”

“I only travel when dad and them tell me to so I gotta home base and you damn well know it besides…I’ve seen those documentaries about what happens to members of boybands after they break up…shits not pretty..she deserves more than some washed up singer that’s all I’m sayin.” Harry raises an eyebrow as he looks at Grant because surely he can’t be serious because him and Niall were in the same band so does he think these things about him as well? And the thing about calling Niall washed up? That’s got to be a joke? But then again based on the look in Grant’s eyes he can only assume he’s jealous of his friend being the one Kathy is spending time with so of course he’s going to say things he doesn’t mean but Harry doesn’t exactly know Grant so he can’t be too sure.

“Washed up singer? You don’t even-”

“I’ve got it sweetheart.” You look over at Harry who is giving you a reassuring smile as he reaches over and places a hand on your arm. “Why don’t you go get another drink?” You just look at your wine glass and let out a sigh when you see it’s empty, Harry gives your arm a little pat at he leans over and kisses your cheek making you smile.

“Okay but I swear Grant if you say one more thing about my puddin pop I’ll drag you out of here by your ear and make you apologize to his face.” You threaten as you stand up and point a finger at your brother who just laughs and shakes his head as he leans back in his chair. Harry just turns his head and gives you a smile as he watches you head towards the bar, he doesn’t turn to look back at Grant until he sees you walk up to the bar and tell them what you want.

Grant won’t admit it but he’s almost sort of impressed with how Harry sends you off so he can talk to him in private, he knows what he said about his friend was uncalled for but he wasn’t exactly prepared to hear that Kathy is dating someone. Not that it really matters since Grant has no real intentions with Kathy he just likes having someone to be flirty with when he visits his sister. The look on Harry’s face when he does finally turn back to look at Grant is a serious one, it tells him all he needs to know really, that Grant crossed a line and Harry intends on setting him straight but Grant just smirks in response because he doesn’t scare easily but he’ll hear the pop star out for a moment or two.

“So firstly those documentaries you watched about boyband members? Yeah that’s not the case for most of us…and secondly Niall isn’t washed up he’s actually on tour right now-”

“Listen man..I respect you sticking up for your friend and I’m glad he’s not some joke but I care about Kathy the same way I care about my sister so…save it okay? He’s never going to be good enough and that’s that.” Grant interjects as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You care about her like you care about your sister? Really?” Harry asks not believing him for a minute that he doesn’t have some sort of feelings for Kathy.

“I mean yeah I like to flirt with her but she’s just nice and…cute.” He answers with a causal shrug and Harry just nods as he watches Grant look over towards the bar to check where you’re at and then he slowly begins to lean onto the table, leaning on his elbows and looking Harry in the eyes making all of Harry’s toughness he had just a few moments ago fade away as he begins to get that very familiar intimidating uneasiness as Grant’s stare only intensifies.

“So listen here pretty boy…I’m gonna go ahead and get this outta the way okay? She likes you and you seem to make her happy so I’ll tolerate you for now. But the moment you break her heart or make her cry…or better yet the moment you let one of your asshole friends make her cry…I won’t hesitate to handle it and just know that eventually even though you’re Harry Styles…they’ll stop looking for you..and honestly the won’t even know where to start…you understand what I’m saying?” Harry feels his palms get sweaty as he takes in every word your brother says, he’s honestly not sure if it’s the accent or how calmly he says it that makes it more threatening but either way Harry understands exactly what he means.

“Uh I uhm-yes yes I understand.” Grant just smiles as he sits up and uncrosses his arms so he can reach over and give Harry’s arm a playful smack making Harry flinch.

“Good I’m glad we understand each other.”

“Oh and uh Travis…he’s married.” Harry spits out making Grant quirks a brow as he grabs his drink to take a sip while Harry quickly looks over his shoulder to check your whereabouts and he smiles when he sees you heading back towards the table. “I may be dumb but I’m not stupid.” Harry explains when he looks back at Grant and when he watches your brother’s face break out into a smile before he leans his head back and laughs he feels like he could just melt into his seat with the amount of relief he feels.

“Well I’m be damned…pretty boy has some smarts to him after all.” Harry just shrugs and laughs to himself as he picks up his drink. “You might just be some kinda alright.” He states as he gives Harry a little nod of his head just as you sit back down at the table with a full wine glass, Harry feels a proud smile take over his face as you reach over and grab his hand pulling it into your lap.

“What’d I miss?” Grant looks at Harry and then to you with a smile and a shrug making you roll your eyes as Harry gives your hand a squeeze.

“Nothing important love.”

[eoieopda]

menace (pjm) - pt. i

Just because you hate him doesn't mean you can't fuck him.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 1/6 (Mini-Series) ⇢ Next Chapter | Masterlist Word Count: 1.8K Summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine's Day party. You didn't want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there. Content: Smut (18+ - DON'T TEST ME, MINORS); Seokjin's younger sister AU; fuck buddies that hate each other; mean!Jimin; brat!Reader; spanking and one (1) pussy slap; degradation; v fingering; orgasm denial; ✨ t e n s i o n ✨ A/N: I've been marinating on this idea for a minute, so I figured why not try it on Valentine's Day with no prior warning? Jade chooses violence, always. I dedicate this to my wife, @jihopesjoint, because she deserves a Jimin fic for once, lmao. Tagging: @borahae-k @i-purple-buff-bunni @pamzn @myimaginationsrunningwild @nonbinary-demonbrat @mgthecat @btschimeyplanet @jaejoontrashpanda @taebaelove @cyanide-mustard @xjoonchildx @jkoofier (couldn't tag)

“Stop gawking.”  

Your tone was flat, and your eyes were fixated on your own reflection as you fussed with your eyeliner. It had been made abundantly clear to Seokjin that you wanted nothing to do with this party, but your brother never listened. It’s tradition, he’d whined, the reservation has already been made.  

“I mean it. Fuck off.”

You broke the eye contact you’d been maintaining with yourself and glanced over your reflection’s shoulder. Standing and smirking near the door, Park Jimin cocked his head to the side. 

Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Other notable entries on that list were: Seokjin shirking off his promise to drive you to the club; asking Jimin to sub in on his behalf; and failing to inform you of the lineup change because he knew you'd kill him with advanced notice.  

On Jimin’s list of infractions — among many, many other things — was his refusal to let you finish getting ready at home. He was insufferable and impatient, but he was your last resort. Knowing this, he'd forced you to hurriedly pack up your cosmetics, which meant you had to finish applying them in the club’s green room.

That motherfucker. 

“Are they uneven on purpose?” Jimin scrunched up his nose in feigned confusion, gesturing back and forth between your black wings.  

You glanced at him briefly before returning your gaze to the task at hand. “Is there really nothing better you could be doing right now? Laying down in the middle of an intersection, perhaps?” 

“Here I was, thinking you’d be grateful for the attention. This is your second consecutive Valentine’s Day alone, isn’t it? Poor girl.” Jimin cooed.

When you didn’t turn to acknowledge him the way he expected, you heard footfalls approaching ominously from behind.  

“Attention’s what you want, isn’t it? Looking downright desperate in this fucking dress.” Jimin’s palm collided harshly with your ass cheek through the fabric of that fucking dress, fingers digging in and daring you to bruise.

He should’ve known by now what you could and couldn’t take; but if he’d somehow forgotten, your lack of reaction would serve as a necessary reminder. After all, not far from his grip was the bite mark he’d left you with last week. 

What is this — amateur hour? 

Your bored expression — blinking idly back at him in the mirror — incensed him and you knew it. Jimin’s frustration with you was palpable, never-ending, and wholly reciprocated. It vibrated off him, echoed off you, and trapped you in a perpetual fever pitch. It'd been like this for months, and you got the feeling that it’d stay this way until one of you cracked and tapped out. 

It sure as shit won't be me.

Eventually, his hand left you. Jimin himself, however, did not. He stayed put behind you and said nothing; simply watching in silence as you smoked out your lower lash-line with deep, matte brown. His expression was indecipherable, but undeniably focused.

You wondered if part of him relished moments like this. If — in the rare quiet where you weren’t fighting or fucking — he felt at peace. He certainly looked that way, but not for long.

You never let the dust settle, though; never let him get too comfortable, or think he was truly welcomed. You ruined it with pleasure, always, by opening your mouth and saying something sharp.  

Then, he’d do or say something cruel in response with the sole purpose of pissing you off. And then that toxic carousel would keep on turning. Around and around and around you went, each silently satisfied that the other was still spinning, too. 

Finally allowing Jimin to know that you’d caught him staring, you rolled your eyes. “How about, instead of leering at me, you go find Seokjin and make unsolicited observations about his love life? There’s plenty wrong there to keep you occupied.” 

He smirked, just slightly, still refusing to acknowledge the fact that he liked your sense of humor.  

“Or —” You drawled, painting your lashes black with mascara. “You could find someone to fuck that actually enjoys your presence. Statistically speaking, there has to be somebody for you.” 

When he turned on his heel and headed for the door, you expected that he was storming off. You didn’t look up, unaffected by his near-constant theatrics. That boy was entirely too dramatic, and if the one thing he wanted was your attention, he wasn’t going to get it.  

But instead of hearing the door fly open and then slam shut, you heard the lock engage. The faint, metallic click from across the room sent your heart into the seat of your throat. Soon enough, he was pressed against the back of you, hot breath causing your pulse to sprint. 

Jimin plucked the tube of mascara from your fingers, earning a glare. “This isn’t waterproof, is it?” he asked with a frown, eyes scanning the label. They flicked up to you and saw the unasked question on the tip of your tongue.  

“Because I’m going to make you cry.” His tone was matter of fact as his rough hand slid up the length of your spine to the space between your shoulders. Pinned with your cheek pressed into the countertop, you gasped. You immediately regretted that small concession. 

You couldn’t see Jimin's expression, but you knew without a doubt that he was sneering. He quickly gathered the short length of your dress in one hand, which he held tight at the small of your back. Even more harshly, his hands grabbed at the waistband of your thong. He dragged it down in one swift movement, well-practiced but never gentle.

The force of it all caused your cheekbone to dig harder into the countertop. You winced as it smarted, but inwardly, you loved it. Jimin would never hear you say as much, though.

Your underwear dropped unceremoniously around your ankles, leaving your center completely exposed and on-display. A loud smack erupted as his hand collided with the previously corrupted skin of your ass, undoubtedly leaving a fully formed handprint where he’d struck you. You hissed through gritted teeth, but the sting was quickly muted when he grabbed a handful of your delicate cheek, fingertips pinching hard. 

When he spanked you again, it wasn’t on the doughy flesh of your ass; it was your unsuspecting, already-aching cunt. Your mouth fell open and a whimper tumbled out. To your dismay, he removed his hand quickly and held it in front of your face.

“Do you see how fucking wet you are?” Jimin scoffed with fluorescent light glinting off his slicked fingers. “Already a mess, and I’ve barely touched you. You’re pathetic — you know that, right?” 

You mumbled your reply, but with your cheek pressed hard against the counter, you knew it was incomprehensible. He cocked his head once more in that arrogant, impossible way he always did. 

“Didn’t catch that, princess,” he said dryly. His hand spread under your jaw and gave you no choice but to look at him. “One more time, with feeling.” 

Insolence building in the pit of your stomach, you narrowed your eyes at him. Loud and clear, you bit back, “I said, you’re right. You’ve barely touched me, princess.” 

Judging by his flushed face, you had him feral. Good.  

Jimin grabbed your wrists and pulled you flush against his chest. One arm slid under yours, crossed diagonally across your heaving chest, and gripped the strap of your dress. His hold forced you up on your tiptoes, while his other hand forced your legs further apart. 

“Such a fucking brat,” Jimin growled against your neck, teeth then nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear. There was a brief flicker of amusement in his darkened eyes when your low moan escaped you. It quickly dissolved into involuntary mewling as his tongue flicked out to spread its heat over the marks he’d left there. “You want to be punished so badly, but I don’t think you can take it.” 

Your voice was breathy, weightless, but there was unwavering defiance in your words. “Try me.” 

Jimin had no choice but to respond to your challenge by dragging his fingers down the soft skin of your pelvis; the coolness of his rings left goosebumps in their wake. As his middle finger dipped down to your clit, you willed your knees not to buckle.  

“Eyes up,” He ordered, his laser-focused stare ricocheting off the mirror to you. When you rolled them instead, he pushed his long digit into you without warning. You jolted, wavering on your tiptoes for a moment until you were steadied by the forearm across your torso. “Eyes up.” 

You blinked, stunned, at your reflection. The hand gripping the strap of your dress dropped to the already hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric above them. It was impossible to focus on the way he pinched at each of them, or the way he rolled them between his thumb and index finger, because his middle finger was curling against the spongy spot inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

“You’ll need more than one if you intend to take all of me,” Jimin hummed deviously in your ear. “Have you earned two?” 

You nodded, turning to putty in his hands as he continued to abuse your g-spot. 

“Stupid girl,” Jimin clicked his tongue, then ordered, “Speak.” 

“Give it to me,” You spat, though the fight left you as soon as his ring finger slid into your weeping hole. It worked in tandem with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching you open. And then that goddamn thumb pushed hard into your clit, flicking at it cruelly.  

You were teetering on the edge of oblivion with white hot heat building in your core, and pleasured tears welling up in your eyes; but you were relentlessly bold. “Harder.” 

Jimin smirked as you rutted your hips against his hand. He let out another dry, damning laugh, and then he did the unforgivable: He pulled his digits out of you mere moments before your orgasm could crash over you like a wave.  

You scowled at him through the mirror, but you were thankful he couldn’t see the way your hammering heart dropped dead on the floor of your chest.  

“I hate you,” You seethed, panting. “Fucking menace.”

Jimin placed a chaste kiss on your temple, in total juxtaposition to how roughly you normally treated each other. “If I recall correctly, you told me to fuck off,” He murmured against your skin. The hand that abandoned you whispered down the length of your neck, then disappeared off the slope of your shoulder. “So, I’m off.”

When he sauntered over to the door, you were too furious to say anything. In fact, your jaw was clenched tightly enough to crack teeth. It only got worse when he called out over his shoulder with a lazy wave of his hand, “Fix your face. I warned you about that mascara.”

[marionluth]

I Owe You 3000

MCU fanfic featuring Tony, Peter and Morgan ♥️

Summary: Morgan hacks into one of her dad's suits and takes a joyride. With a friend. To space. Tony ain't happy. Big brother Peter comes to the rescue.

✨Fluff, humour and all the irondad and big-brother-peter-parker goodness ✨

This story along with quite a few more can also be found on my ao3 account:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarionAveoneLuther/works

Hope you guys enjoy this and please reblog if you did ✨☺️

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The urgent repetitive banging on his door, made Peter hasten to the door. Taking in a deep breath, he unlocked his apartment's door and held it open.

"You didn't ask who I was," Tony remarked disapprovingly stepping inside.

"I'm thirty-two years old," Peter reminded the man.

"Thirty-two-year-olds get assaulted too, you know!"

Peter scoffed and his eyes enlarged with incredulity, "I'm Spiderman!"

"I could be a powerful villain," Tony countered, raising an eyebrow and removing his sunglasses, shoving them in his jacket’s front pocket.

"You tried to open with your own keys! I heard! I knew it was you!" Peter exclaimed. The man was clearly not in a good mood.

"You shouldn't leave your keys behind your door! You know that! What if it was an emergency and I couldn't get inside?" Tony demandes next in a scolding tone.

"You'd blow up the god-damn d… Ugh!” Peter shook his head in resignation. Trying to reason with Tony when he was in his grumpy dad mode was simply pointless. “You're impossible! That's why I keep the keys behind the door! 'Cause you're overbearing and overprotective and you'd barge in here without even bothering to knock first!"

"Where is she?" Tony asked impatiently, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Peter's eyes narrowed in confusion and he tilted his head to the side. "She left…"

"She left? You let her leave?" Tony boomed, taking a step towards Peter, who remained standing in the middle of his small apartment looking baffled.

"Well, yeah, Tony! Keeping people somewhere against their will is kind of frowned upon, you know!"

"Where did she go?"

"Home?" Peter offered in an even more perplexed tone.

"Home my ass! Pepper would have called me, if she had gone home,” Tony said pointing an accusing finger at him.

"How on earth would Pepper know that She went home? She lives four blocks down from here…" Peter asked eyebrows furrowing.

"Who on earth are you yapping about?" Tony asked.

"Who on earth are you yapping about? Dammit, dad, now I have a headache!"

"Morgan, Peter! Morgan! I know she's here!"

"Morgan isn't here! Don't you think you'd notice her?" Peter asked, spreading his hands to indicate the small studio they were standing in.

The single-space room was empty aside from the two of them and Peter’s furniture. No hiding spots were available, not even a closet. Peter had a dresser. Even the tiny bathroom's door was open, as Peter had just finished mopping after his shower and had left it like this for the tiles to dry faster.

"Who was here then?" Tony asked suspiciously.

Bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, Peter sighed in tired frustration. "You're exhausting!" He commented, as he moved to the small kitchen counter, reaching for two mugs and the half-filled coffee pot.

"You're avoiding to answer," Tony commented following right behind Peter in the corner of the studio that served as the small kitchen.

"A friend… Alright? A friend who...stayed over last night," Peter said with a huff as he filled the two mugs and returned the coffee pot to the coffee machine. Grabbing the mugs he offered one to Tony. After taking a sip from his own cup, he walked towards his small couch, plopping down on it.

When Tony joined him, Peter asked. "What's going on? Why are you particularly grumpy today?"

"Are you seriously gonna keep acting like you don't know anything?" Tony asked, annoyed.

"I don't know anything! Now, do you wanna tell me what on earth is going on and why you're here looking for Morgan, or will you keep nagging at me about my door and my lady-friends?" Peter asked impatiently.

"You should move into one of our many apartments. Seriously, what’s the point of me owning all these swanky places if you insist on renting miserable holes like this? You already have more than one decent place with decent size, a decent door, and decent security in your name. Why you insist on living like this is beyond me!” Tony concluded his tirade by glancing around Peter's place with a judgy look on his face.

"You have the attention span of a dinoflagellate!" Peter exclaimed. "Morgan! Pace with me! What's going on? Should I worry?"

"Yes, you should worry, 'cause when I get my hands on her…"

"Dad! C'mon! What happened?"

Tony sighed in frustration. He looked at Peter tensely as he ground out his next words. "She went for a joyride."

Peter remained looking at him silently for a few seconds. "That's it? That's like… Nothing!"

"With a friend of hers," Tony continued.

"Oookaaay…" Peter’s facial expression still conveyed underwhelm, confusion, and surprise.

"In two of my suits," Tony tacked on as he took a sip from his mug.

"Oh…"

"In two of my space-suits!"

"Ouch!"

"And they went for a ride over the effing Kármán line!"

"Daaamn," Peter concluded quietly with a grimace.

"You got that right!"

"How on earth did they manage to take the suits? Didn't you baby-proof them or whatever? I remember attempting to take one and Friday giving you my ass on a silver plate."

"She hacked her way into them," Tony said annoyedly, even though he didn't manage to entirely stop some pride from tingling his tone.

Peter's eyes enlarged at that. "She managed to override your safety protocols and hack Friday? Damn, Morgan! Way to go, kid!"

"If you dare to sound impressed whenever she talks to you about this, I'm gonna bust your ass too, you hear me?" Tony wagging a pointer finger dangerously close to Peter's nose.

"I won't, but you gotta admit… The kid's gonna go far," Peter said with a proud smile.

"Not if she breaks her damn neck doing dumb things like this, she won't!"

"Oh, come on! You can't seriously tell me you don't get where she's coming from,” Peter countered as he took another sip from his mug.

"Are you seriously trying to defend her right now?" Tony asked disbelievingly. "She has you wrapped around her little finger like ivy on a fence"

Peter rolled his eyes at that. "Like you're any better. You bought her a damn pony the minute she asked for it! And then had an entire lab with vets and biologists experiment on the poor thing to find a way to make it a unicorn-pony, when she wouldn't stop crying for one!"

"Hey! The experimentation was one hundred percent humane! That pony is still alive, healthy and happy,” Tony defended his actions shamelessly.

"And looks like a damn rhinoceros!"

"It's not like it knows that,” Tony countered.

Peter couldn't help but snort at the absurd dialogue they were exchanging and the even more absurd memory of mr. Sparkle's adventure.

Bringing the discussion back to focus, he continued, "My point is… She's growing up with all this amazing tech around her... These shiny, incredible gadgets that do all sorts of awesome things. You can't expect her not to be tempted to play with them!"

"I expect her to be tempted, Peter. I also expect her to play by the rules. With mine or Pepper's permission and under supervision," Tony countered.

"Dad, c'mon!" Peter sighed with a tired expression. "She's a teen. She's bound to break rules. It's normal!"

"It's normal to break curfew every now and then, Peter, not to steal bloody space-ships," Tony remarked drily.

"Space-suits! Don't inflate things,” Peter corrected him.

Tony shook his head and now it was his turn to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Peter watched him carefully. "All I'm saying is… I get how tempting having everything just out of reach is. And we both know how important it is to look cool at her age. Can you imagine being sixteen and able to sneak a ride in your superhero's dad state-of-the-art-flying-to-the-god-damn-space-suit?"

Tony stared back at Peter silently.

Taking advantage of the lack of retort, Peter continued, "I can tell you, if you had developed those things back when I was her age, I'd definitely try to take a ride with Ned. And don't even try to pretend you wouldn't try the same shit if you had access to something like that when you were sixteen!"

Tony now sighed. Peter read the man's movements and could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not saying she wasn't out of line… But she wasn't… You know… Completely overboard." Peter added carefully. He didn't want to be too blunt about any of this. This needed careful maneuvering.

"You think I shouldn't ground her? Is that what you're telling me? 'Cause you know better than I do, had you pulled a stunt like this at her age..."

"Oh, I know!" Peter easily accepted. "But I was constantly in trouble and pulling stunts. Not to mention far less cute than Morgan is." At the scoff that involuntarily left his father's lips, he continued. "Seriously now… She's a good kid. She rarely screws up. I don't say turn blind eyes… Just, fix your system. Make sure she won't override it again. And... You know, take away her car. She loves that thing more than mr. Sparkles. Cell-phone privileges… C'mon. That's the things teenagers live for these days!"

Tony sighed and shook his head as he deposited the empty by now mug on the coffee table. "I can't believe I'm taking parenting advice by my own son," he mumbled.

"Why the heck not?" Peter countered. "You parented me and I didn't turn out that bad," Peter said, letting some tenderness slip into his tone.

Small smirk forming Tony shook his head. "You turned out incredible. And don't kid yourself, I'm still parenting you!"

"Yeah… You can tell that to yourself, old man!"

Rising to his feet Tony let out another sigh. "I'd better get going."

"Yeah. Get back home. I'm sure Morgan will come back sooner than you think."

"I guess! We're not done discussing this living arrangement of yours, by the way," Tony said as he walked towards the door. "And stop leaving your keys in the lock!"

Peter followed him and opened the door for him, leaning on it as he waited for the man to leave.

"Stop using your key without permission or emergency and I might consider it," Peter quipped.

"Brat!"

"Insufferable old man!"

"We'll see you on Sunday for lunch!"

"Yes, you will. Now get. I have work to get to."

Tony hugged his adoptive son close and patted his back twice. "Thanks, kid."

"You welcome, dad," Peter said with a smile as they broke the embrace.

Closing the door behind the departing figure, Peter waited for the elevator door to sound. When it did he let out a sigh of relief and walked to the large window on the wall next to his bed. He opened the heavy gray curtains and held them to the side as his sister stood from her spot on the fire-escape stairs and climbed back inside.

Turning to look at Peter she wore her best Stark-glare. Complete with furrowed eyebrows and a straight-line crease between them.

"Take away her car? Take away her phone? What the hell were you thinking? I thought you were supposed to get me out of trouble," Morgan said in an accusatory tone, her lips forming a perfect displeased pout.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Peter fixed her with the best warning look he could muster when dealing with that particular pouting face.

"I wasn't supposed to do anything! You came here and begged for my help to get you out of a grounding -a well earned one may I add- and I did! So this is where you put on your sweetest smile, hug me and offer me your deepest gratitude, little sis!"

His words registering, Morgan let her hands fall to her sides. She looked up at Peter through her dark eyelashes and offered a lopsided apologetic smirk.

"Sorry, Pete. You're right. Thank you so much. I totally owe you one. No, to hell with one… I owe you 3000," she answered in her sweetest voice and she took the two steps between them hugging him tightly.

A warm smile spread on Peter's face with the way she altered the signature phrase of her toddler years, Peter shook his head amusedly and mumbled, "You're something else, kid!" Running a hand through the soft brown hair, he finally broke the hug and headed to the couch. “Come sit down. I'll call you a cab. You'd better get home before Pepper talks Tony back to busting your butt."

Morgan plopped herself next to him on the couch and waited patiently for her brother to make the call. When he hung up, her eyes drifted to the ceiling.

"Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you consider smuggling me a smart-phone on Sunday?"

The throw pillow that unceremoniously landed on her face was the only answer she got.

[ariadnes-red-thread]

Congrats on 150 followers, Aria! ✨💖💕✨ you deserve all of them and more!

My request is for a Fem!Reader or GN!Reader with Wolffe. The prompt is “I thought I lost you.”

Hiiii Vee! I'm so so sorry this took so long. I never forgot about it and I wrote most of it a long time ago but the ending just didn't feel right and I couldn't bring myself to rush it. I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for all of your love and support, darling!

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warning: NSFT *MINORS DNI*, Explicit sexual content, established relationship, Fingering, PiV sex

It had been almost two years since Order 66. Two years since you lost everything. The order, your master, your troops, and him. First, Master Plo fell on Cato Neimoidia. You’d only survived by sheer luck. Your own ship had malfunctioned that morning, and you’d been directing the 442nd and the 104th on the ground. After the battle ended, you ventured into the forests alone for a moment of peace. Instead, the order came down. Plo’s last call was to tell you to run and not look back. The staticky warning, followed by a vengeful rain of blaster fire from men you loved as brothers and more while you fled, still haunted your dreams.  After the battle, the 104th was torn apart and scattered among the Empire’s troops. You looked for a while after, even though you feared what you might find, but there was nothing left. No pieces to find or recover, no trail to follow. They were all gone. Even him. You told yourself that you’d long since given up hope. The focus was on the fight now, but deep within the well of your heart, you knew that wasn’t true. Hope still lurked in those murky shadows, and despite your best efforts to brick it in and let it suffocate in the rot deep within you, it crept out sometimes.

You felt its tendrils now, wrapping around your neck and squeezing. You steadied your breath, taking slow inhales and exhales as you tried to focus on the basics of the mission at hand. You counted the exits for the ninth time. There were five - six if you included the window, but that was a several-story fall that you preferred not to chance. You silently let your gaze fall to your blaster, aimed at the ready. You tilted it slightly so you could see the energy cell, the barrel never moving from its aim on the large doorway one level below. The cell was still full, just as it had been the last time you checked and the time before that.

“You good?” The comforting voice crackled over the comm and echoed in your ear, a welcome intrusion to your own thoughts even if you didn't appreciate the implication.

You let your eyes wander up the skeleton of the old building. Several levels above, you could just barely make out the captain’s outline. Rex was watching you from the shadows of the upper level of the abandoned maintenance center. Your contact chose the location, the abandoned GAR shipyard. You and Rex chose the building. It was a good location for a risky meeting. The middle of the building was hollow and large enough to house a transport ship, leaving plenty of space for hiding and good viewpoints. It helped that both you and Rex knew it well too. In another lifetime, you had walked it many times together and separately. Even now, as you looked up to where he was waiting in the shadows, you could almost see the ghosts of his brothers crawling, working, and laughing all around the rusted-out structure.

“Yeah, just tired of waiting.” You snapped back, your voice barely a whisper. “You sure this information is good?”

“Eh,” There was a muffled crackling in your ear as Rex shifted. “You heard the call. But how good is any of our information these days?”

You sighed. Rex didn’t have to put up with your testy attitude but he always did.

“Sorry, Rex.” 

“Nah, you’re alright.” The mic rustled as he shifted again. “I’m on edge too. It’s just…”

“I know.”

You both fell silent. You and Rex had been on edge since you got the call. It was an extraction request. It had been a long time science you’d gotten one of those. There weren't many clones left to rescue these days. Between the effectiveness of early missions, the elimination of the clone trooper from the Empire’s army, and the assassin program, it had been three months since Rex had heard anything about a clone trooper looking to be rescued.

Then, Senator Organa called late last night. He said he had it on good authority that an insider contact needed to be pulled out and fast. He couldn’t give any more information, only that they would be in the GAR shipyard at 0300, and their code word would be Khorm.

As soon as Bail said the word, you could feel Rex’s eyes on you, gazing over the blue haze of the holo. He waited until Bail hung up.

“It could be anyone.” The words fell halted from his lips as if he was arguing with himself. “Thousands of us fought on Khorm.”

“I know that, Rex.” You replied coolly. “Do you?”

That was the last either of you spoke of it. 

Now, Rex stayed silent on the comms, and despite wracking your brain for something to say, some way to make up for your coarse tone early, you couldn’t think of anything worth saying. It was probably better if you didn’t say anything anyways. You were never good with words. If you had been, you might have told… well that didn’t matter anymore.

Something moved in the shadows. Not a movement, you realized as you scanned the upper levels. A disturbance. You felt something in the force. Familiar but so far away. You searched the dark crevices, looking for anything that might have alerted your senses. Then you realized Rex was too quiet.

You swiftly scaled the scaffolding, moving with a speed and stealth that, if you thought too hard about it, would have reminded you of who you are… who you were. On silent feet and with your cloak wrapped close around you, you skirted around hanging equipment. You couldn't see Rex anymore, but you knew his last location.

You crouched in the darkness, staying low to the ground and keeping your back against the wall as you crept towards the corner where Rex had been. You kept your blaster trained out in front of you as you reached out through the Force, chasing that fleeting feeling from before.

You could sense Rex. He was still there and he was troubled. There was something else, a clouded presence, the same one you felt moments ago. It was near and that made you cautious. The darkness parted as you closed in on them. Endless shadows formed into shapes. You could see Rex again, but he was no longer alone.

Rex was kneeling, his hands resting on the back of his cloaked head and his elbows up in the air. Behind him stood a looming figure. Someone was waiting for you. Haar’chak, you silently cursed in Mando, a habit you picked up from the clones years ago. Dressed in black commando armor, a shrouded man stood with Rex’s blaster in one hand, pointing out into the darkness. He moved it every second or so as he scanned the shadows so he must not have spotted you yet. It was the second blaster that troubled you more. It was pointed directly at the back of Rex’s head.

You sized up the stranger. He was a clone trooper, or at least his armor belonged to one. Was this a set-up? You glanced at the carefully-mapped exits. No one else emerged. You couldn’t feel any other presence. It didn’t feel like a set-up. Not yet anyway. Before you could figure out your next move, the man moved first. His second weapon was suddenly trained on you.

“I see you.”

“Then you see my blaster.” You said, not moving from your crouch but tilting your head to ensure your hood shadowed your face. “Lower your weapon.”

“You’re no clone.” His modulated voice bit at you. So it was a clone beneath the armor, the accented mechanical voice was unmistakable. But something else rumbled deep in your chest. “This is an Empire trap. You lower your weapon, or your partner dies.”

Rex. Your heart stopped. You couldn’t see the Captain’s face under his hood, but you could guess at his expression. Stubborn and defiant. You couldn’t risk his life. You would do anything not to risk his life. You released the trigger on your blaster and held it up in the air.

“No trap.” You had to convince this man you were friendly, whether that was true or not. “Fulcrum.”

He tilted his helmet at the safe word. He waited for a moment, shifting just slightly as he decided whether or not he trusted you.

“Khorm.”

You tried not to flinch at the safe word as you holstered your weapon in a show of good faith. It almost sounded dangerously familiar as it left the shadowed man’s lips.

“Bail sent us.” You nodded to Rex, who was still held at gunpoint. “We’re here to get you out.”

Not quite satisfied, the fugitive clone trooper reached for Rex and slipped the cloak off of his head. His blonde hair shown in the light of the moons and his face was just as stubborn as you’d imagined it would be. Still, the fugitive extended an arm, and Rex accepted it.

“Should have guessed it would be you, Rex’ika.” The clone chuckled. “I always could get the drop on you.”

Your heart seized. There was no denying it now. And even if you had wanted to, the clone stripped his own helmet from his head. Two eyes, one a deep pooling brown, and the other pale and cybertronic met yours.

Your hand flashed to your blaster. It couldn’t be him. This was a trap. Your cloak fell away with the sudden motion. The world threatened to tilt, spinning around you. Only the cool durasteel felt solid and steady as you clasped the gun.

“Cyare.” Wolffe whispered, his voice instantly choked.

Your weapon slipped from grip, its clatter echoing against the empty walls.

…

Rex had long since gone to bed, sleep overtaking him as soon as you were safe on the ship. You and Wolffe sat in the hull of the ship with only a bottle of whiskey and a table between the two of you, but even as you talked into the late hours of the morning, the space felt impossible to breach. He danced around his own story all evening with an evasiveness that you hadn't felt from him since the early days of the war. The way Wolffe pressed you for stories of the rebellion reminded you of your first conversations when he would ask you a thousand and one questions about the temple and being a Jedi, all to avoid talking about himself. You didn’t mind. You just wanted to talk to him back then. Now, you could see through him.

“Wolffe,” You raised an eyebrow at him as you topped off both of your glasses. “You’re going to hear all about the rebels and then some. Where have you been? What happened? What changed?”

He sighed, looking away from you for the first time in hours. It was just for a second before he turned back to you, but you ached in that brief eclipse of a moment. His eyes locked back on yours, and he watched you as he raised the glass and tilted the warm liquor down his throat. He emptied the glass, his tongue darting out to run along his full lower lip. You waited, never flinching under his stare. Finally, he gave you a small smile and a shrug.

“It took a while, but my mind… it slowly cleared. It was too late to do anything. The Jedi were dead, the Wolfpack was gone. I almost couldn’t bear it.” His head hung as his voice became graveled. “Cody tried to get me out at first.” Cody’s alive?, You started at the revelation but Wolffe didn’t notice. “Wanted me to leave with him after we realized what was happening. But I thought, if you were gone, I had nothing else. Nothing besides getting out as many brothers as I could, and pulling the Empire apart from the inside out.”

“I worked with Bail for a long time, passing information to rebels, sabotaging missions.” He raised his head to look at you again. His eyes were narrowed and his words were hushed, as if he was afraid the Empire was still in the room with you. “You know how Bail is - plays his cards close to his chest, that one - but he let something slip one day. That there were Jedi still alive, still in the fight, and I tried not to hope, but I couldn’t help it. It started to eat away at me. Bail never let anything slip about Jedi again, but I knew I had to get out and find out for certain.”

“What made you think it was me?” A shiver went down your spine. He knew and he looked for you.

“I just knew…” His inscrutable face tilted and something twisted deep in your gut. “I knew if there was any chance you were alive, you would still be fighting.”

He looked for you, the truth hit you like a Venator. And you had given up on him a long time ago. Shame burned your cheeks even as the awe of what Wolffe had fought through brought tears to your eyes.

“If there was even a chance you were alive, I had to look. I didn't ask Bail. I knew he couldn’t tell me, so I just asked for an extraction. Said I was done. I never, not in my wildest moments of hope, dreamed you’d be the one to save me.” Wolffe cleared his throat. “I don’t deserve it. Not after… not after I tried to kill you. Not after Plo.”

His eyes fell and his hand trembled around the empty glass. It was the first time he’d said your master’s name. You reached for his hand. He jerked at your touch, pulling away from you, but you chased him, tugging his hand back into your grasp and finally crossing the chasm between you.

“That wasn’t you, Wolffe.” Your voice was quiet. You didn’t want to startle him, not while you finally were holding his hand in yours again. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver to your core as you ran your thumb over his rough palm. 

“It might as well have been.” The scorn in his voice was cutting. “If I’d been in the air or if he’d been on the ground, I would’ve taken that shot. I can’t hide from that.”

“It was Palpatine. All of it was.” You moved to clasp his broad hand in both of yours, “I know you, Wolffe.”

He returned your grasp as his achingly familiar fingers dug into your skin.

“I missed you, cyare.” Wolffe finally met your eyes again. His brow was soft in the dimly lit ship and the gentleness in his look was a sharp contrast to the hungry way his hands gripped yours. “I thought you were dead and that I would never be able to tell you…”

Your heart fluttered. He raised his free hand to your face, tracing along your hairline and down your jaw until his palm came to rest on your cheek. You tilted your head to rest into his palm, your breath light and rushed at his sudden closeness.

“I love you.” Wolffe finally said. “I always have. Even when I thought you were gone and there was nothing I could ever do to see you again. That love stayed with me, the thought of you was like a spark. It spurred me to find Bail, to get my brothers out. I just knew I had to be the man that you always saw in me.”

Tears slipped out from behind your eyes. It was far too late. You should have said all this and more years ago but all you feel was grateful that you could say it now. 

“I love you too, Wolffe.” You tried not to choke on the words.  “I always have. I should have looked harder. I should have torn the Empire apart for you.”

“We’ll tear them apart together now, cyare.” With a large thumb, he brushed the tears from your cheek.

You stood. Without another word or releasing the hand you still held, you pulled him towards your cabin. He followed like a shadow, just skirting your look but never more than a step behind you. 

When the blast door shut behind you, you spun to face him. For a moment, time stood still. You were closer now than you had been in a long time. He looked the same but the few years apart were still evident on both of your faces. Small lines and scars had etched themselves along his skin, and you could see his eyes tracing maps of the slight newness in you. But, despite the differences, the look in his umber orbs hadn’t changed at all. Cool and calm and, yet, still endless hungry. 

You stepped towards him, closing the distance between you. Wolfe lifted a hand to your waist and then stilled, as if he was afraid any other movement would startle you away. Your breath became slow as gravity tugged you towards his lips. You raised a palm to his stubbled cheek and pressed yourself to him. Your lips found his softly at first. Gentle, chaste kisses passed between you as you relearned the taste of him. His lips molded perfectly to yours still, as if he had kissed you every day for the last year. Then, as your mouth slid open and his tongue found yours, it all came rushing back; the way his heart beat against your chest, the heat of his heavy breath mixing with yours, stealing the very air from your lungs. Your teeth clashed as the kiss became anything but gentle. Both of his hands found your waist and fingertips dug into your flesh. You were used to Wolffe leaving marks. His grip had always been strong, and you liked the reminders when you were on separate missions, it was like he still held your body. Now, his hold was different. It was desperate. He clung to you as though he might lose you. And you held onto him the same way as your arms snaked around his neck.

Somehow in the tangle of limbs, you managed to guide him backwards to your bed. Gently pulling him down, his weight landed on you in a way that you had ached for on long and lonely nights. Wolffe broke your kiss for a moment. He stood at the edge of the bed, leveraging his position to find the hem of your shirt and strip it from your body. He turned his furious attention to your pants, tugging them off and tossing them aside. Wolffe bit his lip as his eyes skirted over your naked form. You reached up for him, tugging at his own shirt, silently begging him to join you. 

“I missed you,” Wolffe murmured, desperation edging into his voice as he pulled his shirt over his head.

His pants went next and your breath caught in your throat. His body was every inch as perfect as you remember. Study shoulders, the left one tattooed, his broad chest, strong legs, and his hard member already swollen and throbbing, all for you. 

Wolffe was back on you before you could reply. Any words, any thoughts at all became a low, pathetic mewl that left your parted lips as he found your neck. His mouth traced over your bare skin, pressing smoldering kisses to your flesh. His weathered and battle-worn hands weaved their way through your fingers and pinned your arms above your head as he found your chest. Wolffe nipped and licked at the soft flesh, raising your skin and bringing your nipples to sensitive points. His lips wrapped around one bud as he released your hands so he could tease the other with slow, gentle circles. 

“Wolffe.” You moaned as you writhed beneath him already. 

His hand dropped lower, tracing its way down your skin and leaving a trail of pearled flesh. Wolffe followed the crease of your hip until he brushed up against your lower lips. He softly teased your entrance for a moment before a singular thick finger sunk into your molten core. You bucked into his hand at the touch, another lewd moan escaping you.

Your vision clouded as Wolffe added a second finger and began to slowly fuck you with his hand. His eyes never left your face, his pupils dark and blown as he watched you come apart beneath him. His thumb found your sensitive mound and you cried out.

“I need you. Please.” You begged, desperate to feel all of him.

“Gods, I missed the way you taste.” Wolffe grinned as he slipped his hand from inside you and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. Then he captured your lips again with a promise. “Later.”

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as Wolffe flashed a shadow of his playful side. There was so much you missed about him. So much time to make up for. Quickly though, your mind went blank with need again as Wolffe slotted the tip of his member at your soaking entrance. 

“Slowly,” you whispered to him as he began to press in. “It’s been a long time.”

Wolffe nodded, and you noticed a small breath of relief.  

“I won’t last.” He warned through gritted teeth.

“Me either.” You ran a hand along his brow, fingers dancing across bronzed skin, grazing top of the long silver scar and trailing down his cheek.

Wolffe pressed his lips against yours again. Your tongues intertwined as he inched forward slowly, entering you. He moved in sync with your body, letting you adjust to every advance before he pushed again. Finally, he sheathed himself fully within you with a throaty groan. You clenched, an involuntary reaction to how full he made you. His fingertips dug into your hips at the small movement and a whimper left Wolffe’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He muttered. 

“Okay, okay,” Any pain had passed and you were quickly becoming desperate again. “Please move. Please fuck me”

All of Wolffe’s restraint snapped at your plea. His thick cock dragged across your center as he thrusted into you. You canted your hips up to meet him, any pain now replaced by a heavenly stretch that made you pulse around him. His head fell to your neck and his lips latched onto the hollow along your collarbone. You reached for him, gripping a hand into his curls as you began to tremble beneath him. His thumb found your clit, drawing rough circles and sending wave after wave of pleasure through your core.

Finally and still all too quickly, the chord in your belly snapped and you came around him, shaking and crying out. Wolffe followed you, emptying himself inside you with one last thrust.

Hours later, when the sun was surely high in the sky, but you never raised the blinds and Rex had the good decency not to knock, you traced the tattooed star map of the Abregado system. It started on his chest, over his heart, and trailed down his left shoulder to his bicep. He’d had the tattoo as long as you’d known him, and you found that every line was still etched into your memory. His eyes fluttered as you traced the ink. For a moment, this could have been any night. Master Plo could still be alive. His brothers could be in their own bunks outside the door, waiting to tease you both as they helped you sneak back to your quarters. But it wasn’t. You’d lost all that. Somehow though, you’d found each other.

“I can’t believe this.” Wolffe finally spoke as if he could hear the inner workings of your mind. He murmured into the top of your head, his hand trailing down the bare skin of your waist. “I thought I lost you.”

“Never.” You whispered as you clung to him. “You always have me.”

[elsliterarylibrary]

Scotland x reader x England Idk maybe the reader was expecting to come over for tea only to for the brothers to fight over the reader?

Okay. I feel ya. I might break this down into multiple parts with different endings. I dunno. Let's see if ya like this one shot first.

I'm sorry for the LONG wait. I was just recently put back on an anti-psychotic because I was showing signs of ✨paranoid schizophrenia✨and I'm also struggling to find a job so I can start college. I was barely conscious of my existence for a while there. I'm stressed, depressed, and losing my damn mind.

So let's try to numb the pain with yandere country personifications! Lmfao

(Y/N)'s POV

I drove over to Arthur's house. Arthur invited me over for a cuppa and considering Alfred decided to drop by my house with Matthias and Gilbert, I much rather be at Arthur's. Those three are so annoying.

When I got there, Alistair was there too. He was wearing a loose, white dress shirt that had the top two buttons unfastened and dark blue dress pants. His fiery red hair was messy as usual and he had a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, smoke slightly obscuring his face. He seemed a little agitated, but he always seemed that way so I brushed it off. (That man needs to take some anger management classes, I swear.)

"Hey, where's Arthur?" I asked, looking around Arthur's big ass house.

"In the sitting room." Alistair huffed, glaring in the direction of the room containing his little brother.

"Alright, thank you." With that, I make my way towards the sitting room, throwing a smile towards the older Kirkland man. Once I walked in the sitting room, I spotted a head of blond hair. He was sat on an arm chair, muttering angrily as he fussed with a tea kettle. I smirked and snuck up behind Arthur. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Arthur yelped in shock and whirled around with his fists raised.

"Alistair, I swear-" He began, before realizing that it was only me. He put his fists down, smoothed out his vest, and the smiled at me. His emerald green eyes shone and he moved to envelop me in a hug.

"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you made it!" He pulled away from the hug, his hands remaining on my waist as he looked deeply into my eyes. This felt way too intimate for friends. This is uncomfortable. Can he let me go now?

"Um..." I began. "I'm kinda thirsty. Is the tea ready?"

That seemed to snap him out of whatever reverie he was in the middle of. He let me go and led me over to the couch.

"Ah, yes. Tea is ready. I hope chamomile is good enough."

I giggled. "Yeah, chamomile is good. Did you make any snacks?"

He smiled at me, but soon his expression went sour as he looked at something by the doorway.

"If he did, our house would have burned down." A gruff voice sounded from behind me.

I looked over to see Alistair standing against the doorway, his arms crossed and a lit cigarette between his fingers. Arthur huffed.

"My cooking is not that bad." Arthur argued, face turning red from embarrassment and anger.

"I'd beg to differ. You'd kill the poor lass with your cooking." Alistair retorted.

"Okay, please calm down. I came over here to escape Alfred and his friends' annoying antics, not to hear you two bicker." I take a deep breath. "Let's just enjoy some tea."

Arthur sent one last glare at Alistair before fixing me a cup of tea, handing it over to me with a quiet "here, love". I grab the tea cup, taking a sip while I leaned back and crossed my legs. I hummed in satisfaction as the flavor of the tea spread across my tongue. I brought the cup away from my lips, watching as Alistair made his way to the couch opposite Arthur and me. His forest green eyes were trained on me, eyeing me up and down. His staring made me feel subconscious of my choice of clothing. I was wearing a mint green sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

"So, Arthur. What books have you read recently?" I asked, turning to Arthur. Maybe starting a conversation will get Alistair to stop staring at me. Or to help ignore his eyes burning into my body.

"Oh, I just finished reading All the Light We Cannot See. It was pretty good. I suggest you give it a try."

"Ooh, what's it about? Maybe I'll add it to my To Be Read list."

"Well, its about-" He was cut off by a groan from the oldest Kirkland brother. Our gazes fell towards Alistair.

"God, why are you both so boring? Can't you talk about something more exciting than books?"

"Well, I-" I began. "I'm sorry that you find the things I like boring."

The Scottish man's eyes flicked to me as they widened, as if he didn't mean to offend me.

"Now, look what you've done! You hurt her feelings!" Arthur growled. "Just because you aren't intelligent enough to enjoy a book doesn't mean you can just insult those of us who do enjoy them."

Alistair huffed. "At least I have more manly hobbies. What type of man does embroidery?"

"Excuse me?" Arthur yelled. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey, wait a minute-" I whispered, panicking because I realized that a fight was almost inevitable at this point. I was cut off by Alistair.

"It means that you're not a man. At least not one worthy of having (Y/n)."

"Wait, what-"

"How dare you! I am perfectly worthy of her! As if she would ever want to be with a brute like you!" Arthur shouted, standing up. His cup of tea fell to the ground, spilling it onto his khaki dress pants.

"Hey, guys. Please-"

"Oh, please. All women want to be with men like me." Alistair scoffed, slowly raising himself up from the couch. "She probably gets wet every time she sees me."

"That's not-" I stood up, trying my best to protest against these claims.

"Are you serious? Quit sexualizing her! I highly doubt that she is that much of a tasteless degenerate."

"Quit sexualizing her? I hear you nearly every night rubbing one out while moaning her name. You sexualize her so much more than I do."

Excuse me? What? That escalated quickly.

"I- But I- Well-" Arthur stammered, cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. "Well I never!"

"Please just stop!" I yelled. "I came over here to relax, not listen to you argue! Clearly, that isn't going to happen, so I'm just going to go home!"

I began to make my way towards the doorway, Arthur and Alistair protesting all the way. I was just beyond the doorway of the sitting room when I felt a strong grip on my hand yank me back into the sitting room.

"(Y/n), wait! Please don't go!" Arthur pleaded, his eyes wide and frantic.

"Man, I just wanted to have some tea and relax, not listen to you two talk about what you think is going on with my vagina at any given time or how you masturbate to the thought of me."

"I know! I know and I'm sorry." Arthur's grip on my wrist tightens as tears began to form in his eyes. "Please don't go! We'll behave! I promise!"

"I don't know-" I began, looking into Arthur's eyes. "I don't know how to feel about everything I just learned about how you two view me."

The grip on my wrist tightens and Arthur tenses up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hate me."

"I-" I take a deep breath and pry my hand away from him. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

With that I ran away, not looking back. Hopefully, these two will get themselves together and quit acting like horny teenaged boys.

So this was less Yandere than I wanted. But I feel bad for nearly 2 years of nothing, so I'm going to post this. Maybe in the future I will redo this one.

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! I was inspired by the game I saw @zablife create a few weeks ago (I can’t find the link for it, sorry!) where you send people a GIF for them to use as creative inspiration for either a blurb, headcannon, moodboard or one shot or fic whenever they choose!

This can sit in your inbox for months and months if you wish, the idea of this is just to be there for when you feel as though you need some inspiration for something creative and just want to have a bit of fun or get the brain into a creative place! Please don’t feel any pressure to use this I just thought it might be quite a nice thing to use when you’re in the mood to write but aren’t sure what!

I hope you enjoy this and have fun with it! X

Aimee!!! Thank you so so much for sending in this beautiful gif!!!! Those eyes and that smirk, made me think of this little story 🥰♥️✨

Boys will be boys

Tommy Shelby x reader blurb

Master list

The day had been shit, Arthur wouldn’t stop getting snow and whores, John had been all over the place, and Polly and Ada did whatever the hell they pleased, taking the betting shop secretaries to a pub to prove they can have a drink as well.

But as he heard a familiar voice outside his office, and judging by the moody sound of it, his day was only starting.

Standing up from his chair, Tommy walked around his desk to pour himself a drink. The liquid burning his throat.

But nothing could compare to his wife’s mood.

“Don’t tell me to calm down Finn, if you repeat that word in my son’s presence I will wash your mouth with soap.” He heard Y/N say right before storming into his office. “I have enough with your brother swearing ten words and using one properly in a sentence.”

“I didn’t know he was hiding under the desk, sorry Y/N.” Finn looked at Tommy in an attempt to ask for forgiveness, Y/N had been like a mother to him, her sons were more like little brothers than cousins to him.

Moving his hand, he quietly asked his brother to leave. “It’s alright Finn.”

“Tommy, is not alright!”

“Care to elaborate for me, love?” He asked patiently.

Y/N didn’t usually stormed like that in his office in the middle of the day unless it was something important.

Urgent.

“Well, yes… you should be the one explaining to TJ’s teacher where did your son learn to say that he wants to blow snow from your cunt. Because he shouted it when his teacher asked him to do his school activity again.”

Tommy had to suppress a loud laugh as his wife took the glass of whiskey from his hand in a fluid motion, downing it in seconds, while he connected everything in his mind it must’ve been what Thomas Jr. heard uncle Finn say over the phone as he was hiding under his desk.

“Don’t laugh Thomas! Is not funny!” She was furiously serious.

Oh shit, she saw him.

Whenever she called him Thomas, he was in trouble.

For such a petite woman, she seemed to be taller when she got angry.

“Am I laughing?” He asked with his hands in front of him in an attempt of self defense.

Her little finger pointed at him. “I know that smirk.”

It was barely unnoticeable, but it was there, his eyes sparkled exposing him.

Trying to hide it from her -because she knew him too damn well-, Tommy walked around his desk, to take a seat.

“If you don’t control him, he’s going to do whatever he wants.”

“Are you still talking about TJ or Finn?”

“Both!” She exploded.

“Love… I’m sorry to break your heart, but you can’t expect TJ to be just like Charlie, TJ is a rebel by heart.”

“Why do you bring up Charlie? We’re talking about TJ.”

“‘Cause he’s your favorite.” Tommy shoot lighting the cigarette between his lips, blowing the smoke away.

She loved all her five boys equally.

“That’s non sense!”

“You punished James and TJ last week.”

“Because they told Frances she could find a husband if she wore one of my lipsticks!”

TJ and James were only eleven months apart, so they were practically like twins, Charlie on the other hand, being the oldest, he was always trying to please his father, he was constantly trying to be a role model for his brothers.

“And what about Benjamin?”

Y/N stole the remain of her husband’s cigarette, which gave him the opportunity to grab her by the waist to make her seat on his lap.

“When I asked him to finish his food he got up on the table and shouted he was a fucking Shelby, he didn’t need me to tell him to eat.”

“Well… he’s right.” Tommy admitted making a face. “Hey!” He complained when Y/N smacked him on the chest. “Boys will be boys.”

“I don’t know what bad habits Alec will learn from you and them.” He was only six months old, but she could already see him running behind his four older brothers, breaking the Christmas tree and a few dining room chairs as they chased after each other, just like TJ, James and Benjamin did two weeks ago.

But Tommy being Tommy, got a replacement right away, anything for his boys, his little gang.

“You still want to try for the girl then?” He joked, but Y/N’s head snapped to look at him, his hands already sneaking under her skirt.

“Don’t even joke about it, you only make boys and I already have five of them, six as you’re another child, my hands are full.”

Even though she said no, the pulse on her neck as he kissed her there, told him another thing.

Now there was no way he could hide the little smirk he had on his lips as his wife turned to look at him.

“Well… you see it’s funny, because after having tea with Pol this morning, she read the leaves in your cup, and she says you’re pregnant.”

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Fun fact: my brothers broke the Christmas tree one year when they were kids, there you go, inspiration comes from reality 😂

Special thanks for the children sassy comments inspiration to @runnning-outof-time & @notyour-valentine ♥️✨

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Wildflower

Previous chapter/ Last chapter

a/n Well, looks like we're here for the final rodeo. I really hate this for some reason so I hope it's just my overthinking little brain. Thank you to everyone who joined me on this journey! It was a pleasure. ✨🌟🤍

warning: some battle scenes but honestly nothing mire crazy then we had before. Not proofread cause it's midnight!

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The warmth that surrounded you was uplifting. Soothing and still. For the first time, your head felt clear. Free of thoughts. Nagging voices. There was nothing there. Utter calmness. Something that you haven't experienced in what feels like forever. The heart that beat under your ear was your newfound source of comfort. A home that had been empty for decades. Lost and cold, but now found and ready to be rebuilt.

The soft silks that had felt so cold for so long now felt more than inviting. Eris made them more than inviting. Your fingers carefully ran through his hair as you moved your head slightly so you could study him while he slept. After you bathed, you two stumbled back to the bedchambers. Eris refused to let you go, so that's where you two stayed. As sleep gradually overtook you, you were wrapped in each other's arms. Limbs tangled together with no space left in between. Both exhausted from trying to fight for a better future.

You studied Eris's features. His sharp jaw. The freckles that ran all across his face. You've never noticed those somehow. You couldn't help but wonder if you studied them for long enough, would you be able to find little constellations? His pouty lips looked so deliciously inviting. Resisting the urge to kiss the fireling was quite a challenge. The scars that painted Eris's face when he returned were gone; only light pinkish lines remained to show the resemblance of the brutal night.

You came to a complete stop when you heard the door open. Hoping that the servants would just leave after noticing you two still in bed. But the quiet murmuring made you lift your head from your lover's chest just slightly. To the sight of your face, Juniper took off running before jumping onto the bed. Her tiny frame, carrying so much excitement, was launched right at Eris's lower stomach, making the male wake up with a jolt as he let out a painful breath.

"Eeee!", she squealed, wrapping herself around him and wiggling from side to side with excitement. Eris's big hand held her from behind, soaking in the warmth of his little sister. You studied them with a fond smile, your heart swelling with happiness. Even in his sleepy state, the love Eris had for her was evident. Your eyes drifted to the door, however, where Tabias still stood. Unsure if he was also welcomed in such a venerable moment.

You tapped the side of the bed gently, inviting him in. Like you had done more than once now. The boy stayed by the door just for a moment before walking towards you and climbing in slowly. Tabias studied his two siblings. His sister was now in fits of laughter as the oldest one tickled her sides. Not jealous, yet craving that same love-filled interaction. So you wrapped your hand around him. He didn't fight it when you brought him closer to your chest; a lazy smile painted his face as you two fell back into the mattress giggling.

"What are you two doing here?", Eris turned to Tab before dragging the boy by his arm out of your chest so he could love on his little brother as well. "Rory said you were back," Juniper admitted as she took a seat in the middle of the bed, hands fidgeting with the material of the sheets.

"And she said that you were going to leave soon, so we wanted to see you," a harsh slap of realization. A meeting still had to be held. So many things still needed to be discussed. Yet you couldn't help but wish you could just stay in this happy bubble with them forever. But in order to keep them safe, you needed to finish what you started. Your wish was not only to see Eris as a high lord but to save them all and bring them the peace they deserved.

Your eyes trailed back to the three siblings, still beaming at each other. Eris was going to be an amazing leader. If this side of him was shown to his people and he'll lead with his heart on his sleeve, Autumn was going to be unrecognizable. "Will we live together after this?", Juju's words brought you back to reality. Such an innocent question was followed by her curious eyes studying you, "Would you like that?" Pushing a strand of her wild hair, you smiled at her.

The little girl nodded her head quickly, clapping her hands together, "And we will keep lots of bunnies". Juniper was practically glowing. You wondered if the same fires that ran within her or if it was just pure excitement. "Well, I don't know about that, lovie," Eris argued quickly, yet his voice stayed smooth and soft. "We should adopt a little fox", Eris gapped at your words. As if he was scolding you for adding more fuel to the already blazing flame that was Juniper, but you only smirked at him.

"Yes, yes, and we can build them little houses alongside ours", her big amber eyes beamed as she held onto your hand, "We can also grow carrots for the bunnies ourselves. I'd love to have a garden."

Even if you never let yourself think about the future. The Future that would involve them three. You let your mind wander for a split second. Envisioning what life would be... what it will be after all of this. Scrape all fancy titles and homes. You never cared for those anyway. You wanted the cabin that Eris had. Maybe you all could rebuild the one that was burned down. Nothing too big. Just enough for you all and all the animals, of course. Where nothing and no one would come after you. A true family built on love. 

"You will come back this time, right? So we could do all of this", Juniper's voice suddenly turned sad, and you felt your heart aching, "How about we don't make promises this time?" She only shook her head, clearly not pleased with your answer, "But that gives you a chance to not come back, and we want you to come back, right, Tab?", Juju pulled at her younger brother's shirt as if asking for him to speak up.

"Yes, you better come back. Eris needs a high lady by his side, and we... also need you," he said, eyes gazing at his hands at the last words, but you could tell they came from deep within his heart. Special. They were all so special. "Come here, you two," you said, wrapping your arms around the youngest, smothering them in your embrace. "I'm already getting left out," Eris grumbled sheepishly as he looked at you. "Oh, don't start, you big baby," you said, rolling your eyes.

The meeting room was cold, making you wish you were back in bed with Eris and the kids. The hand that ran up and down your thigh did little to nothing to ease your nerves, even if the love Eris sent down the bond felt endless. All of this brought back only sour memories. The last time you all sat around this table, Rhys got taken under the mountain the next day. It's like this particular study and the meetings held here never led to anything good. You tried not to let yourself overthink. To put the voices that fought in your head to sleep, but all the calculations and strategies were making your head spin.

"Our father wanted to get rid of you at any cost," Rhys's voice made you lift your head from your palm, "While Beron was ready to do anything to get you," Eris brought you closer to his chest as you shook your head, "Why?", "He knew of your power. You are... You are every form of darkness that could cast this world with powers so versatile...Not to mention your ability to accumulate power," your brother's rant was cut by Eris slightly lifting his hand, "In other words, you are an irreplaceable weapon", "So all he wants is me?"

A part of you didn't want to know the answer to that, yet both of them nodded their heads. You still weren't sure how you felt about it. Of course, any high lord, even if he had impressive powers, would have loved a toy like you but still... "That's why I chose to separate you and Eris,"  letting out a sad chuckle you turned to Rhys, but that didn't stop him from talking. "When the deal came about, and I kept on seeing Beron practically eating you up with his eyes... I thought Eris was just a facade", "It doesn't change anything, Rhys. You're not a mother herself, nor are you the cauldron. You don't get to choose others' faith."

You wanted to find a reason that would validate Rhysand's actions. But no matter what. No matter which words he chose, they just didn't make sense. Keep you away from Autumn, sure. But not wipe your memory and take away your mate.

"I think you should sit this one out, sweet", you scowled at Eris in an instant, "No way, if Beron wants me, he'll know I'm not there and run off", "She's right. It's Beron's head that we are after. Why kill innocent fea if we're not getting the job done?", it was Cassian who had jumped to your side. Mother, were you thankful for him. One thing was sure: no matter your relationship with Night Court after all of this, he was always going to be your family. Always have a place in Autumn.

"My spies reported that Beron will be moving towards some of the camps on the south wing tomorrow", Azriel's voice was as lifeless as Rhys's. He hadn't once looked your way, or at least you didn't catch him. You wondered if he felt guilty. Az always appeared mysterious. Reading him was a challenge, but somehow you could always tell what was going on inside his brilliant mind. Now. Now it was just an unbreakable wall of steel. "Great, I know those places like the back of my hand," Eris said, helping you as well. Hand holding yours firmly.

"Helion will be joining us," those words brought you both to a halt. No one else was supposed to know about this, but Rhys always played by his own rules. "He wants your mother to go back to the Day with him." Eris's jaw clenched, and you quickly wrapped your hand around his upper arm. You were ready to see him lash out at Rhys, but he just stood there for a minute before noodling his head. "We leave tomorrow at dawn." With those words, Eris turned away from them all. His steps were firm and calculated, hand holding onto you. But the steps weren't quick. You took notice that he hated to leave you trailing back behind him. Always making sure that your tiny frame could keep up. Equals. Equal in all ways possible.

The night was sleepless. So all you and Eris did was just look at each other. You felt that a part of him was locked away from you. Too many emotions made him want to run away. You knew that he wasn't used to them. So you chose silence as well. Sometimes silence spoke louder than words. In many forms that it had the chance for expression was endless. 

Once you left for Autumn you two got separated. Cassian wanted you on his side for Illyrian troupe arrangements. Some of them were assigned to provide safe passage for the healers or anyone who might be running from Beron's regime. That meant that Eris was left with Rhys and Helion. You didn't love that, but for the greater cause, all of you needed to make sacrifices. You returned to the meeting point when the sun was high in the sky. Azriel said you had about two hours before Beron was going to reach the point you needed him to.

"I can feel your nerves from miles away," you said as you wrapped your arms around Eris's shoulders, kissing the side of his head. He sat at the side of the camp that was made mostly to ensure that the wounded would have quick access to a healer.

"I just worry about you," he admitted with a loud sigh. You nudged his legs with your knee as if you were asking him to part them so you could stand between them. He obeyed without hesitation.

"You know I'm capable of handling myself", Cassian had made it loud and clear to Eris that morning that if anyone was capable of leading an army it was you. Adding the ever so cocky comments about how he taught you himself but it seemed to have done nothing to ease your mate's worries. "I don't doubt your strength, I just...", you felt him shiver under your touch, "Hey, look at me", Eris was hesitant at first, but his eyes met yours.

"There is no way around this. We are unstoppable together, remember?", hands gripped your body tighter as he brought you closer to him. Head resting just beneath your heart, "You hear it beating? It's beating for you, love", you heard Eris inhaling sharply before he looked up at you. 

"I want it all with you. I want everything that we talked about with Juju and Tab. I want you to have your garden. To be by my side. I want a mating ceremony. I want a family with you,"  Eris said, as you ran your hands across his cheek gently. "The last two involve wild fucking, I hope," you teased him, making the fireling roll his eyes.

"Kind of expressing my love here, and all you can think about is my cock?", biting your lip you shrugged your shoulders sheepishly. Eris shook his head at you before leaning in to kiss your lips.

"I love you, Eris Vanserra," and now his fingers ran through your hair as he inhaled your scent, smiling ever so slightly, "I love you, even more, my wildflower," capturing his lips in a kiss once again you couldn't help but smile to yore just as Cassian appeared from the corner in a rush. You didn't need any words. The hellfire was about to erupt once more.

For some reason, you thought this was going to be an easy fight. A quick one too. You couldn't have been more wrong. It seemed like Beron was preparing for this as well. Maybe he was preparing to overtake Velaris, hence the number of soldiers he brought because you just couldn't imagine him needing so much power to overtake a camp of healers.

"Rhys!", you shouted, causing your brother to turn your way just in time to block the soldier's bow. Rushing his way, you pierced your sword through the Autumn male with ease.

Rhys jumped to his feet, reaching for you. "How about we drop the weapons and show them what the night scums are made of?", you felt his power starting to build up. The obsidian darkness that ran through him was almost screaming to be let out. You matched your brother's smirk as your hands grew black. It felt almost relieving to let it go. To be able to feel the rush of it.

You were about to turn from Rhys, ready to wipe out the enemies, as he caught your hand. "I know it's not the right time, but forgive me. I'm sorry", the clacking metal, worriers shouting was all that you could hear loud and clear, but your brother's words were firm. "Tell me that off the battlefield, and we'll talk about it." With one last look at his purple eyes, you let yourself winnow into the madness of the fight. Lifting bodies like it was nothing, cutting throats with your shadows. You saw the power that erupted from Rhys, sending chunks of Beron's army into nothingness. Children of the night. Maybe you two also had a future after all. You scanned the battlefield. Az, Cass, Mor, Feyre, Rhys, and your Eris. All were breathless as they fought for Autumn's future. You closed your eyes quickly, just like the day in the burning cabin. Sending a shadow in each of their directions. To protect. To shield. Just in case. All of you needed to leave this field alive. Quickly dogging a hit, you sent yet another body to the ground.

Your eyes once again fell on Eris, who was battling with one of his brothers. You could feel him getting tired. His muscles clearing starting to ache. The battle was way more brutal than you had anticipated. You unleashed another wave of your power by sending his brother to the ground.

Then, all of a sudden, a wash of coldness ran through you. Do it. Do it. You know that you want to. Trust your instincts, girl. For once. Running to the side of the field, you searched for a quiet place before resting your hands on your chest. "Mother of darkness and angels above, release my loved one from the curse of death. Let him rise above. Let him take it all from me. I summon you. Break the chains and set him free", you knew that the ancient lover's twisted vow was too much of a danger to Eris. So, if he had tricks up his sleeve, so did you. You weren't about to risk his life over yours. In your eyes, his life was more worth it. So you chose to break it off fully. The mating bond was more than enough now that you two had found each other.

Then, like a bolt of lightning on a sunny day. Like a first snowflake. The first drop of rain on the hottest day. In a way awaited but always brought an ounce of surprise. At first, you thought that it was impossible. Unreal. It couldn't have happened. You had done it all. Looked through it all. You were winning. The last thing you had to do was find Beron, kill him, and everything would be over. But then again, the pain that ripped through you made it more than real. You heard Eris scream ripping through the battlefield. You didn't even look his way, eyes turning glossy. The pain clawed at you from within, quickly accompanied by a warm, metallic taste in your mouth.

You tilted your head down. The end of the sword was gapping out of your left side. You felt your killer's hand wrapping around your neck as he brought you closer to its chest. Driving the blade through you.

"Found you, cunt", Beron, of course, who else would it be. You were cautious of everyone but him, "I'm going to finish something that your father was too scared to do. Cleanse the land from our worst curse. You who were never meant to be born at all."

You felt his rough fingers running down the side of your face, making you shriek in discomfort. Your fingers formed into fists when they got wet, and you couldn't access even the tiniest bit of your magic. It felt like there was nothing there. "Hate to disappoint you but with the poison, I've smeared on this blade, you're a human at best now. What you soon will be is dead", you felt him leaning closer as he let himself breathe in the scent of your skin, "A shame to kill such powerful things, but if you're not at my mercy you're useless", biting down the urge to cry out you continued to stare forward. trying to ignore his words. Every victorious breath that he took.

You felt him breathing right by the shell of your ear before a splash of warm liquid painted your back. "You fucker", Beron's body slumped behind you, taking you down with him to the ground. Cassian's blade was bloody. To be fearful at this point, who knew whose blood was on it? Just as Rhys winnows to your side, Cass kicked the dead male further away from you.

"Don't touch the blade, Rhys," but the warning came too late, leaving your brother as powerless as you for the time being. Your breath started to get more shallow, and the sun suddenly felt overbearing. "Fuck, Cassian, get Feyre", "Rhys, you're missing the point. Y/N is poisoned and bleeding." One of them slipped their hand to hold yours, but you didn't even bother to look.

"Eris," you muttered under your breath. With Beron dead, he was the new high lord, a tired smile painted your lips. What needed to be done was done. As quickly as your mind found him, he found your body on the ground. Falling to his knees, the new high lord of Autumn couldn't shake the crippling fear that the sight in front of him brought.

"I love you", your words were more lime whispers now, but you gripped onto Eris for dear life. "No, don't say anything. Fight back, sweet," one of his hands pressed against the wound, "I love you so much, and I'm so lucky that I got to remember what we had." The fireling shook his head once more, "It won't be just a memory; we'll go back together soon," but you closed your eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer.

"Come on, Y/N, hold on, we'll find a way," Cassian said, kneeling on your other side as well. His face was covered in tears as he clenched your hand in his. You wanted to answer him. Tell him not to worry, but blood poured out of your mouth as a painful cough escaped your lips.

"I love you," you mumbled one more time, your eyes never leaving your lover as you opened them just for a moment, "I love you more than life itself." Bringing you closer to himself Eris let out a silent cry as if he was still in disbelief. Lips gently pressing to your forehead. Yet the bond between you started to fade. You couldn't tell the difference between death crawling over you and Eris's warmth slipping away. Both felt cold and uncomfortable now.

And then the most painful roar escaped out of the new Autumn High Lord's mouth. Eris screamed for himself. For you. The pain ate at him. Chewing on his flesh. Fires erupted from his fingertips, quickly devouring the entire battlefield. He swayed back and forth with your body still in his arms. Gripping you closer to him. No, he wasn't going to let go. Not going to let go of his wildflower. His strong and fearless mate. Found and lost. No, there was still so much you haven't experienced together. He still wanted to give you so much.

"Come back to me, please, come back," Eris said, her fingers cradling your lifeless face. At times, imagining that he saw your eyes twitching. He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. Lifting his head, he was met with Rhys's tear-stained face.

"Do something! We have to do...", the fireling stressed out, still holding onto the thread of hope. Pulling at the bond that connected you both for dear life. Yet your body slumped in his arms fully, knocking a breath out of Eris as he felt the warmth between you crumbling to pieces. Gone. No matter what he tried to hold onto, there was nothing there. He didn't manage to save his flower from the cruel world.

"Y/N!", he screamed from the top of his lungs, and the flame rose over the two of you. Leaving Eris to wish he could burn in the fire alongside you.

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[woodypellets]

Tickle dream?

Ok so yesterday I had a tickle dream(not sure how or why)

but basically it was abt my oc so i thought, "Hey why don't i write this down?" soo doing that now

But since i never talk abt my oc lemme do a quick explaining

Alco: A female ghost, doesn't have left eye ball. The most sensitive on both physical and mental out of the group. after death doesn't really remember how she died. Looks more like a fox puppet rip off, but doesn't have button eyes, strings and less color. Pretty tall, and is the oldest out of all, she also has this big smile on her face. Has always been the ler mind some how at first. she always act very...mysterious. Her limb can bend different ways and has a good poker face. Talks with a voice box so her voice is kinda cracky.

Deen: the middle child, the brother of Alco and Ashley(they aren't bio related tho). This...is zombie boi, he usually is in his illusion disk to look human, he has purple and white hair which makes him very special(also why I personally like him a lot :D) not the brightest of all but has a very...interesting humor. he's teasy brother type, but when he is working he really just need a little, maybe a tickle break?

Ashley: The youngest sibling, acid monster? The thing i like abt her is her little mint gloves, that's it. Half blind, Alco's bio sister. she can't feel the sense of touch but still has some interest in tickling. That one always nice nice sibling, yes. uhhh did i say she was half blind yet? Oh ok.

ft. lee!Alco, ler!Deen(a side character) and ler!Ashley Warning: this is a sfw tk fic, bad grammer

EK HEM- ~narrator moment~

"And you said this is gonna...what?" ask the ghostly girl.

"Ohhh it's just gonna do a quick scan on you so your illusion disk can look more like you!" Answered her younger sister.

"And to be scanned you'll be lining riiiight there!" she said as she pointed to a top bunk bed which they are sitting under (and i swear i have never in my life seen that bed before) ".

"And what is he doing here?" Alco gave a ✨bombastic side eye✨ to the boy next to her munching on who knows what.

"Oh I'm just here to watch. :3 " Deen exclaimed shaking his feet like a 4 years old.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit!" Ashley sai- "i think." ...she muttered. "whats ya say?"

"OH NOTHING. Lets gets started!"

"Okay??" Alco said with a slight questionable look.

Alco then...idk just lay down there ig, then Ashley and Deen looked at the monitor (wonder where that come from).

As Alco was laying there two hands appeared above her (btw Ash and Deen can't see what's going on up there) making her a little nervous, but everything was chill when it started scanning slowly from top to bottom in one go. But! the silence didn't last that long until...

"hm" a small high pitched noise that is almost unherdable came out of Alco.

"huh?" Ashley confusingly looked at her.

"Oh nothing, just felt it was too silence like no one was here~"

Good thing Alco had a very strong poker face, or those stubby hands holding her arms would've already make her giggle like crazy!

"Ok...? we'll just continue the-"

"AH"

"...are you ok?" Ashley asked

"yehes" Alco stuttered out letting a few giggles slip out.

"...drama?" Deen being Deen ig :/

So they all pretend that didn't happen, but Ashley did have a little suspicion (insert among us remix).

Although Alco was good at hiding her expression but it wasn't long before she had fallen in to small giggle fits when the scan hands started scanning/touching her tummy.

"hehehhehehaha Nohohoo!" Alco giggled out squirming a little.

"Uhh what's going on up there? Everything alright?" Ashley checked one more time to make sure if her theory was correct (IS JUST A THEORY, A GA- no we're not doing that.)

"YES, Im sureEheh" Alco struggled a bit while giggling it out, as the fingers slowly moved on her.

But at this point it looked like the scan hands were doing it on purpose! It twirled and twisted her hips and belly as if it was trying to squeeze all the butterfly giggles out of her, which most definitely made her flail like crazy despite that most of her sensitive parts the middle areas.

So covering her mouth trying hard not to move so much just to get this over with, the hands danced to her knees.

…ticklish knees much?

"EEEHEEH-" Looks like it made our little Coco here shriek! But somehow, Ashley did not make a peep. As if she didn't hear a thing, but after the first experience I'm pretty sure we all know what's going on here ;) or...do we?

"...a puzzled void noise..." Yes, Deen still didn't know what was going on after all that, but slowly picking up some stuff.

"hM...pff..." Alco tried to speak but she couldn't even talk without letting out a squeal and a giggle in it. Biting her lips, she wanted to kicked those hands of but GOD those hands are strong one holding both of her ankles one scanning tickling her legs.

"Uhuhhm, Ahahshly is this Ahall most ohohver?"

Ashley replied to her question still playing along, "oh stop being a whiney baby, yes its almost over just. Just about to finish up the last part."

Through her giggles, the scanning finally stopped.

"Phew" Finally thinking that the ticklish feeling stopped, she sat up rubbing her cheeks brushing the blush on her cheeks. But suddenly...

"Ok onto the 'finish up' we go!" Ashley called out.

"Wait huh???" Before Alco could even react, the two scan hands flipped her over (idk how flip, like an egg I guess) scanning from bottom to top.

Now the thing is, all of Alco's tickle spots happen to be right behind her. Her spine, her shoulder lines, heck even he back of her head is a weak spot!

"whA-W-WHAIT! Now i don't think i need this illusion disk scan anymore, hhaha. I thinK it's PREtty fine the wAHAy it is right now! HEHE." Alco couldn't help but let out her wobbly smile.

"oh is that so, hm? Welp, can't stop what ya started!" With no regret while saying that.

"NO-" Not even letting her finish her sentence two more hand (fr I have no idea where that came from-) holding her arms down incase she tries to get up. The other two free hands went up to the lower part of her back and just look at the next part alone you can tell how bad that was XD

"NOHO WAIT, STAHAHP PLeaHESE HEHE THaT tICKLES EEP!!" She couldn't help but flail like a fish out of the water.

"Oh does it now? I never knew! Guess you'll have to just endure it then~" Ashley told her with a slight taunt-ish tone.

"EHEHVIHEL EviL HEHEHE" she laught out loud. "ThiS IS TERRIBLEHEHE!" pushing her face into a pillow hiding her pink and blushy face

"well if you think THATS terrible then wait for this!" Her brother Deen giggled alone as the hands moved up to her neck and the back of her head.

At this point Alco was going hysterical was kicking, twiching and clawing on the bedsheet, hmm maybe it was a little to overwhelming for her. But hey! Atleast she was having fun ;)

"TIHIME OHOHUHTT NOHOHO MOREHEHE NOMORENOMOREPLEASE HAHAHA."

"Ok just gonna finish this up...there!" Ash said as she turned of the scanner.

"you good there Al? you seem a little giggly ;)" Deen teased.

while on the other hand, "not.*hic* fuhnny..." Alco replied to him.

ANND THEN I WOKE UP :D

thats it

[sadlybeans]

Nelyo

my favourite boi, love of my life, my little baby—

buckle up bc this is quite the ride

pretend i can draw scars

✨first age, post-imprisonment:✨

Either extremely short or shaved hair.

Nearly blind in left eye.

Missing both tips of his ears.

Favours left side when standing for his chronic pains.

Closeted and deep into denial, goes by she/her till the day he dies.

Originally named Russariel/Narwafinda.

if you guessed he’s gil-galad’s parent—

you’re right

long story aside

extremely traumatic ordeal, he and Finno still don’t end up together, Ereinion despises him

Two full heads taller than the average man and sinda, one head taller than the average noldo. no i don’t wanna do the work of putting an actual number to it.

Self harm scars on his fingers. (When he thinks he’s having delusions, he uses the pain to ground himself. As a consequence, doesn’t have much feeling in them.)

Freckles that I couldn’t draw bc the brush was being a bitch.

Sickly white skin.

Patches when hair don’t grow in his scalp.

Very raspy and hoarse voice.

✨first age, Elrond & Elros:✨

Is the only one who knows how to do braids, the twins’ hair never looks decent bc of this (try to do it with a single mangled hand). Káno often just puts their hair in ponytails that never really look good, but the twins refuse to do their hair themselves.

To his death, Elros wore his hair gathered in a ponytail.

All grown up, Elrond wore his braided like Nelyo did it.

Whenever he slept totally still and nearly not breathing, the boys knew he was having nightmares and snuck into his bed.

The twins actually became really loud when in their care, because they noticed Káno and Nelyo becoming anxious in absolute silence.

there were no more little brothers causing mayhem. silence became painful.

Elrond and Elros come out of their care speaking only quenya, with a marked Fëanorian accent, and refuse to speak anything else for years.

the day they left the boys waited deep into the night by the entrance to their refuge.

even after months of hunting food by their own they refused to give up.

eventually Elrond obeyed Nelyo’s orders to go to Gil-Galad.

they were gone.

forever.

Ereinion Gil-Galad still hated Nelyo, he always would. He only took them in because they came from his father’s side of the family, because he thought they were more victims to the House of Fëanor.

Maybe they were, but they still loved their fathers.

Elros Tar-Minyatur never once spoke a single word to him.

Elrond Peredhel only ever did it out of necessity and required politeness towards the king.

✨third age, newly reembodied:✨

Second time’s the charm; right hröa!

Exact same height as before, just a little bulkier.

Fixed relationship with his parents.

Fëanor and Nerdanel were ecstatic to name their firstborn son.

Essentially bullied into accepting that Finno loves him and that he deserves that love.

THEY. FINALLY. MARRY.

bc seriously guys wtf why did it take you three fucking eras

Decent relationship with the extended family.

i mean everyone sort of avoids them so they gotta support each other

ofc this is Nerdanel and her sisters in law’s doing

Became closer with Findo because they have common ground in worrying for Káno.

might or might have not been kicked in the balls beforehand tho

“Shut up Finno, your husband will be fine! I waited millennia for that and it was amazing!”

A few years are spent home, but there’s things to fix and a little brother to find.

There’s already a boat awaiting to sail for Middle Earth one last time.

[space-invading-pigeon]

Roommates au but better ✨✨✨

Steve and Eddie have a nice routine. They go to their separate rooms, Eddie to work on his latest game (Vecna's Curse; he doesn't know why Steve freaked out the first time he heard about it) and Steve to try to sleep. On a good night, that's it; on a bad night, Steve will wake up screaming and it can take anywhere from a few minutes to an hour for Eddie to calm him down.

They'll wake up sometime later, Steve will prepare for work, and Eddie to get some coffee before he starts working on his game again. Steve leaves, Eddie works and then babysits their neighbor's daughter until Steve gets home. Then, they'll play with her for a few hours, and once her dad picks her up, they'll eat dinner together. Sometimes they watch a movie, sometimes they play a game, and sometimes (if it's been stressful for either of them), they'll lay on the couch cuddling.

***

Their routine is disrupted one night by a pounding at their door. It had been a good night, one where Steve had been so relaxed that he had fallen asleep on the couch and had to be carried to bed. Eddie was angry at first: the last time they had a late night visitor, it was Mrs. Ryans trying to "catch him in the act" of vampirism.

So Eddie goes to the front door, holding Steve's favorite carving knife, and swings it open, fully prepared to tell an old lady where to shove it, but instead comes face-to-face with a teenage girl. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun, out of her face, which is set in an unimpressed glare. "Get out of my way," she snarls, shoving her way inside. Eddie is so surprised by this turn of events, he doesn't quite react until she's already storming through the apartment.

"Steve!" She shouts, and that really spurs Eddie to act.

"Shhh! He's sleeping right now, little girl, don't wake him up!" But the teen whirls on him, pointing one perfectly manicured finger at him.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for your boyfriend. You're just a supporting character, and I will see him. Now." She says, her voice harder than before and trembling slightly.

"Erica?" Steve's voice called from the hall. "What are you doing here?"

At the sight of Steve, the teen- Erica, presumably- loses some of the tension in her posture and breezes across their living room to throw herself into a hug. Eddie feels like his face is just one big question mark.

"They said I can't go back," she huffs from where her face is buried in his shoulder. Steve seems to soften at that, and wraps her up in a hug.

"What happened, little rogue?" Eddie hears Steve ask, and with that, Erica melts, tearfully recounting the fight she'd gotten into with her parents and visiting grandparents, how she'd been all alone because it was during the semester and Lucas was in the city, and how she couldn't go to Lucas because she didn't want him in the middle of it.

After a long crying session, Steve and Erica settle on the couch while Eddie makes them hot cocoa. Steve manages to cheer her up considerably by reminding her about something that happened in their past (he says something about Starcourt, how nothing could be worse than that), and when Erica excuses herself to use the bathroom, Steve explains the situation to Eddie.

"She's one of mine," he says. "Some... Really bad stuff happened in my hometown, and her brother was a part of it. She ended up being dragged into it when she was eleven. I- I have to take care of them, they're my kids. I promise she won't be any trouble, she can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch-"

"Sweetheart, please. She can sleep in my room, I'll just share with you," Eddie decided promptly. "I like your bed better, anyway. If she's yours, she's welcome here."

Somehow, Eddie wakes up in Steve's bed with Erica cuddled up between him and Steve; she's changed out of her own clothes and into his pajama pants and one of Steve's high school shirts. He's convinced he should be annoyed, but the girl looks almost innocent when she's asleep and clinging to Steve like he's a teddy bear.

[prettyboisteveharrington]

Jealous? Who? Me?

Summary: Loki has some very conflicting feelings towards you.

Dedicated to my good pal @karuna11 for always being a good friend ✨

Loki wasn’t jealous of a mortal? Or at least that’s what he kept telling him whenever you were around.

Loki remembered when he had first joined the team, it had been on probation and with a promise that Thor would keep his eye out for him

As if he needed babysitting

He remembered seeing you for the first time since he joined the compound he had avoided everyone for weeks - you were in the middle of a conversation with Thor, Bruce and Natasha you were laughing and glowing like an actual ray sunshine. Everyone seemed drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Loki hadn’t bothered introducing himself. He remembered how he rolled his eyes and went on his way to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

He remembered how he had felt a pang if something in his chest. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Loki was in the middle of reading his favourite book on the couch and he was just about to get to the good part when

‘THOR’ You exclaimed excitedly when you ran into the room and towards Thor

‘Y/N’ Thor exclaimed just as loudly as you had which made Loki roll his eyes at both of you.

What a bunch of oafs Loki thought

Loki ignored the conversation as much as he could. But he couldn’t help but watch you. You were bouncing up and down the whole time you were talking to Thor and Thor was grinning like an oaf.

You were putting your hair behind your ear and smiling from ear to ear and touching Thor’s elbow affectionately.

This went on for ages. You were ranting and bouncing happily next to Thor who downright seemed like he adored you. It frankly made Loki feel sick.

You were acting quite playful with him too. It was all way too intimate for Loki’s liking.

Loki eventually got up and left the room and No one paid Him any attention.

Getting people to smile seemed like something that came so fucking easily to you. The more Loki watched you the more annoyed he became.

Loki had trouble playing placing the feeling he felt when he Saw you. Hatred was too strong a word. Loathing wasn’t the right Word either.

Annoyance perharps?

The Avengers were out in the club dancing and you were moving your body on the Dance floor, dancing with everyone except Loki. Loki was here against his will just sitting in the corner watching his team members dancing. Thor had already asked Him to join the others on the Dance floor.

Loki watched as everyone gathered around you naturally and took turns dancing with you. The Way everyones eyes lit up as they were dancing next to you. How easily you Got Them to smile and laugh.

You moved so freely as if you had no troubles or traumas like nothing evil could get you.

Everyone just loved you. It made Loki sick. Just How easy it was for you and How likeable you were and you didn’t even have to try, it just came naturally to you.

Loki was glaring daggers at you. Pesky little mortal

Loki Bet that he could easily beat you in any battle. A mortal like you wouldn’t last a minute in an actual battle with your weak little frame.

Why was it so goddam easy for you to just be charming and yourself? Why were people always drawn to you? What made you so goddamn special?

Loki knew that he was being irrational, unkind and unfair but he couldn’t help it. He could charm people sure, he had done so many many times but people ran from him and not towards him. There was no pull not like there was with you.

‘You know brother , it’s considered rather rude to Stare’ Thor Said sitting Down in the booth next to his brother

‘I’m not staring ‘ Loki Said in a dismissive tone.

Thor laughed

‘You seen rather jealous of lady y/n’

‘That’s preposturous! I’m not jealous. She’s a weak mortal’

‘Then why are you glaring at her?’

‘I’m just thinking of How easy it would be to defeat her in a battle’.

Thor rolled his eyes at him not believing his brother in the slightest.

‘Whatever you say brother! ‘ Thor exclaimed before joining the other Avengers who were still dancing around you.

Stark held one of his famous charity galas and Loki saw you talking to everyone in a gold ball gown that hugged your every curvy. You looked like an absolute vision.

Loki couldn’t stop admiring you, the way your hair fell down your back, how you lit up talking to your friends. You looked ethereal and Loki couldn’t stop starting at you. You hadn’t noticed thank the norms! Not that you really noticed him anyway so why would tonight be any different.

Loki noticed how content you looked slow dancing with his brother. Loki wondered if Thor and you were dating.

Loki felt a pang in his chest. Even his own brother favoured you over him and how could he not when you so easily charmed people around you. It was almost as if you put them under your spell.

Thor was spinning you around on the Dance floor and you were laughing, your eyes were practically glowing. Your head thrown back gleefully. Thor was smiling Down at you fondly.

Next you were dancing with Stark, you were chatting with Him the whole time, probably cracking jokes and laughing before Steve cut in.

Steve was much more gentle with you as you dance together slowly for a song.

Natasha danced with you next, you were dancing next to each other and doing all kinds of fast paced dance moves.

Loki spent all evening watching you.

There was an alien attack on New York and everyone was mid battle. Loki was fighting along his team mates and was using his Magic. He Saw the Way you were using daggers to stab the aliens, you had a fiery passion to you. For someone so breakable you seemed rather fierce.

You were impressive.

Loki had been rather distracted using his magic that he didn’t see one of the creatures coming close to Him which left Him with No time to react as the alien was close to hurting him. He notices that you had swung your hand with a dagger and hit the creature in the side before swinging your other hand with another dagger and hitting the creature in his neck and it fell unto the floor. You looked frozen at the spot, you were covered In blood, it had splattered and hit your face.

Loki tried to get you to look at him, tried to reach out to touch you but he froze. Touching you seemed wrong.

‘Y/n!’ Loki exclaimed as a creature dug his fingers into your side.

Loki reached out and grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the Way before the creature hurt you even further.

Loki lifted you off the ground and carried you somewhere safe away from the battle field

‘Stark! I need assistance, y/n got injured and appears to be in shock’

Loki gave his coordinates to Tony and watched you as you were avoiding his gaze

‘Why did you… ‘ Loki sighed he wasn’t usually tongue tied. He felt out of place And befuddled. Perplexed. He couldn’t think straight

You were still avoiding looking at him

‘You don’t have to carry me. I’m fine. Actually put me down’ you added stubbornly

‘Absolutely not! There’s a massive gash on your side. I would heal it but it’s too deep a cut I’m afraid’

‘It’s just a flesh wound. I will heal. I always do’

‘You won’t heal overnight’ Loki argued

‘You know despite what you think I’m not helpless or weak .’

‘What makes you say-‘

‘Thor mentioned it’ you stated with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Of course. Brilliant just brilliant Thor. Just what he needed right now a stubborn mortal.

‘What on earth were you thinking! Norms!risking your life like that?’

You looked at Loki for the first time and seemed to tense up which caused your wound to sting even more and you hissed.

‘ look I know you’re not my biggest

fan but we are on the same team. team mates look out for each other’

‘We aren’t even mere acquaintances’

‘And do tell who’s fault is that’ you added giving him a look that told him you were pissed off.

‘ I beg your pardon! am I meant to converse and waste my time with a mere mortal!’

‘Oh I’m sorry my company doesn’t strike your fancy your majesty’ you added in a mocking voice.

Loki didn’t bother responding he just rolled his eyes at you. You folded your arms in front of your chest and looked away and muttered and stiffened in Loki’s hold.

‘Ignorant fool’

Loki wanted to scoff. He didn’t need saving especially not from you. But he kept his mouth shut. You needed to save your energy and arguing didn’t help. Plus he was tempted to ask more questions but didn’t get the chance to as Stark showed up.

‘Thank you for keeping her away from the battle Reindeer games’ Tony said as he took you gently Into his arms and flew off.

Loki noticed that you seemed to relax in Starks arms.

Loki just stood there for a moment and looked after you.

Loki didn’t see you around for the next while as you were recovering and he was pretty sure you were avoiding him and to be honest he didn’t blame you he hadn’t exactly been the most agreeable towards you.

While he hadn’t been nasty towards you as much as he had been behind your back.

He had had a lot of time to think about why your presence irritated him so much and the answer he had come up with didn’t please him and he would never admit it to anyone. He would take it to the grave.

He was perhaps. Just perhaps jealous of you.

The way you held yourself with grace and charisma in social gatherings. How everyone was naturally so drawn to you. How well liked you were by everyone you ever met.

How well spoken you were at Starks charity galas.

Why would he a literal god be jealous of you?

When he finally saw you again you were hanging out with Bucky, Steve and Sam. you were in the middle of a conversation but you seemed off, your smile seemed slightly forced and you seemed worn out and tired.You were wearing an oversized jumper and shorts.

Something had shifted in his perception of you. The annoyance was gone and in its place was regret, regret for not getting you out of the way quickly enough.

If it hadn’t been for him perhaps you wouldn’t have gotten injured. Now you weren’t yourself and Loki couldn’t deal with it so he left before he cause even more damage.

You didn’t go back to normal and no one noticed. At least no one but Loki. Loki saw How your smile wasn’t as wide or How your laugh wasn’t as vibrant anymore. Or How you weren’t the fucking ray of sunshine you used to be.It shouldn’t matter to Loki it really shouldn’t

as you weren’t friends. You weren’t close. But not seeing you smile? Yeah that was not acceptable. Loki knew he needed to cheer you up somehow but he didn’t know you well enough to even know what you liked and disliked.

Gone were the days where you sparkled. Your normal cheerful attitude was gone and a more gloomy one was there. You were engaged in conversation with one or several of the Avengers but lately you had on big baggy clothes and your nose stuck in a book. Your fellow team mates were giving you space.

Whatever happened that made you go into shock during the battle with the aliens must have really have taken its toll on you.

Loki spotted you on a couch next to the window and he sat down a few seats away from you.

You didn’t look up from your copy of little women at first as you appeared too engrossed in the book. Loki said nothing and started to read his own book.

You sighed

‘Did Tony ask you to babysit me? Because I’m fine Ste-‘ you started to say and looked up to find Loki on the couch

‘Oh’ you added confused

‘This is the best spot to read in the whole compound’ Loki added before going back to reading his book

‘I mean it. I really don’t need babysitting’

‘It’s a good thing that I’m not here to babysit you then’

You looked at him in disbelief

‘ why are you here then?’ You asked Loki softly.

‘You don’t seem like your usual self’

‘What do you mean?’

Loki sighed

‘Usually you shine. In a way unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. When you laugh you laugh with your whole body and you pull everybody in when you talk and it’s just so so irritating how easy it looks for you’

‘Are you. No you couldn’t possibly be-‘ You stopped talking.

You examined him for a moment he looked bothered almost -

‘You’re jealous of me?’ You asked

Flabbergasted

‘ why on Asgards green Earth would i be jealous?’ Loki Said trying to play it cool like he wasn’t bothered but he couldn’t fool you. At least not anymore.

‘you so are! I cannot believe mr I’m so great and mischeivious is jealous of a ‘mere mortal’ you commented and laughed

Loki didn’t say anything and you stopped laughing

‘Wait.. why are you jealous exactly ?’

Loki sighed and figured that maybe telling you couldn’t harm the situation. He was tired of always feeling alone and left out.

‘Everybody loves you! And it’s so easy for you being so naturally charming! It’s frustrating! It’s irritating! Even Thor like you better! He might be an oaf at times but he’s my brother’

‘ that’s not true! Thor adores you’

‘Please spare me the sympathic lies’

‘ you know before you joined he talked about How excited he was that you were joing the Avengers. He would coun’t Down the days for you to come. He even made me intrigued and i was ecstatic to meet you too’

Loki looked at you in disbelief

‘ why on earth would you be ecstatic’ Loki asked puzzled

‘ Thor is like family to me. When I joined he really looked after me, said I reminded him of you. He used to tell these long stories about your shenanigans when you were children. He made you seem so cool’

Loki didn’t say anything so you continued

You looked out the window before you continued.

‘I think everyone here is drawn to me because they can see how far I’ve come. When I arrived I wasn’t in the best condition. It took a lot of work and determination to become so charismatic and so positive’

‘How did you make the transition?’ Loki asked softly

‘Lots of patience with myself. Lots of practise. Still it’s nothing to be jealous of we are all different… Look we don’t have to be best buds or anything but can we just be civil to each other at least?’

Loki looked at you as if he saw you for the first time and nodded his head

‘Truce?’ You Said Holding out your pinky finger

‘Truce’ Loki confirmed linking his pinky finger with yours.

For the next few weeks Loki would join you on the couch and you would read in silence. On a rare occation he would bring you books for you to read and you would do the same to Him. Loki noticed you seemed a bit more like yourself.

On a particular rainy Loki noticed How you were staring out the window distracted from Reading your book.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Loki asked curiously

‘I’m admiring the rain. The Way it cascades Down the Windows so beautifully’

Loki was watching How soft your face looked with the sunlight framing your face beautifully. Your eyes were glowing and traces of your old self was formning again.

‘I wonder if a thunderstorm is coming later’ you said out loud in fascination

‘Do you want go outside in the rain?’

‘YES’ you Said before you Got up from your Seat and rushed out the compound and dragged Loki with you.

When you Got outside you stood and looked up at the rain before before spreding your arms out Loki was watching you with an amused expression.

‘You’re going to get soaked!’

You shrugged

‘I don’t Care!!’

You started to Dance in the rain Loki was watching you in fascination. You had No idea How carefree and beautiful you looked in that moment. It was as if you had sensed Him staring at you. This time it was in adoration and not envy.

‘Dance with me?’ You asked almost in a shy manner

‘I beg your parden?’

Had Loki just heard you right? You wanted to Dance with Him? Why on Asgard would you-

‘Dance. With. Me!!!’ You interrupted his thoughts.

Before he could protest you had taken his hands in yours and you started moving your body to the beat of an invisable drum, you looked up at Loki with your Big doe eyes and he was finding it hard to say No. Loki ended up dancing with you and you both just held Hands and danced For What seemed like an eternity. You kept smiling up at Him the entire time.

You and Loki didn’t hang out a lot on your own after that but you would wave Him over or Call Him over when you were talking to other Avengers and you would smile up at Him the entire time. You were starting to become your Old self again. Loki could tell you probably wanted Him to feel more included and Loki felt conflicted. He didn’t know why but he didn’t want you to pity Him. He wanted something Else. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

You would even occationally go to Loki for advice.

You were sitting on the counter drinking your morning coffee with Loki sitting on a bar stool next to you sipping his tea. You looked adorable in your oversized in shirt and a pair of shorts.

You stretched which exposed your scar from that day, it was quite a massive scar. You noticed Loki looking at it and you put your arms down but didn’t cover yourself up.

‘How are you feeling now’ Loki said and pointed to where the scar was.

‘better’

‘You do seem a lot more chipper now. Almost like before’

Your gaze lingered on his.

‘Y/n?’

‘Yes?’

‘ if you are including me in conversations with the other Avengers because you pity me I would prefer it if you stopped. I don’t need anyone’s pity’

You stared at him incredulously

‘You’re kidding right?’

Loki looked at you with an almost vulnerable expression. Almost. Loki shook his head. It was too painful for him to speak at the moment.

‘I do not pity you. I include you because I value you. Because I see you as a friend. Because you put up with me, I know I’m a handful sometimes. Because I enjoy your company. Because you saved my life that day… Thank you for saving my life that day ’

Loki looked at you with a certain level of scepticism and scanned your face for any lies or deception but relaxed once he found nothing but earnestly.

‘I’m deeply sorry for how I treated you that day and before that. I was wrong to be jealous and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Is it possible for you to forgive me for being such a fool?’

You looked at him with a raw expression and leaned over and hugged him.

‘There’s nothing to forgive’

Loki didn’t expect the hug and tensed up, you sensed him being uncomfortable and let go and he regretted not hugging you back

‘I’m sorry I shouldn’t have hugg-‘

Loki shook his head and gave you a smile before pulling you into his arms and you hugged Him back fiercely.

‘Thank you for looking out for me that day. It means more to me than words could ever express’ Loki said placing his head on top of yours.

You spent ages in Loki’s embrace, he didn’t want to let you go.

The Avengers had gone to the fun fair but had split up in teams of Four to five people- it was Sam, Steve, Bucky, Wanda and Vision.

Tony was with Bruce, Morgan and Pepper.

The last group was you, Loki, Thor, Natasha and Peter.

You had spent the whole evening with your arms linked around Thor and Loki. Loki had to witness you being affectionate with Thor. It started out innocently enough- Thor did the ring toss game he had won a stuffed teddybear for you and you had hugged Him. But you had been giving Him looks all evening and Loki was.. Well slightly jealous, but this time he was jealous of Thor.

Ever since the hug a few weeks ago Loki had started to develope feelings for you.

he didn’t quite know what to do as a mere four months ago he had found your presence highly annoying now he looked forward to reading next to you on the couch and sharing his thoughts with you. He enjoyed when you dragged him out for group hangouts and asked him for advice. He liked the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about things you were passionate about.

He liked how you smiled when you saw him enter a room. He just overall really enjoyed how you lit up a room. He just enjoyed being around you. But he longed touch you.

Where you two a thing now? Did you fancy his brother??

Loki really couldn’t tell.

He knew the mature thing was to ask you about it but he was unsure of How to best approach the situation.

Thor and you were currently having a cotton candy contest and you were in the lead.

‘Go on y/n crush him!’ Nat said encouragingly while sitting across from you on the bench.

‘Go Thor!!’ Peter cheered

You swallowed the last piece of cotton candy and opened your mouth to show everyone No pieces of cotton candy was left

‘Y/n is the winner!!!’ Nat exclaimed and gave you a High five

You stood up and bowed

‘Thank you Thank you’

‘I BET PETER AND I CAN BUMP INTO YOU MOST IN THE SMALL CARS!’

‘Oh you are so dead!’ You commented excitedly before running after Thor and Peter which left Nat and Loki alone.

Loki looked after you slightly amused.

‘You know i haven’t seen y/n that happy for years. You’re a good influence on her’

‘ I’m sure she would have gotten there herself’ Loki shrugged and looked after you.

He had been very wrong about you and your strength. When life pushed you Down you always Got back up. You one of the strongest people he knew.

‘You know when she Got injured she briefly talked about quitting the Avengers and going back home. It was a really bad day for her and for weeks after she was a shell of who she used to be until you became friends. I believe you two make each other better’ Nat Said taking a drink from her beer before going over to the bumper cars.

Loki walked over to the bumper cars and saw you, Peter and Thor in the queue

Thor and Peter were chatting and you were smiling at Thor.

Loki watched you in the bumper car chasing after while you were laughing when they bumped into your car or you bumped into theirs.

You really were something else.

Loki looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips

Nat was laughing at them

‘Such children’ she murmured

Once they were done in the bumper cars Thor, Peter and Y/n joined Nat and Loki.

‘Told you we would beat you!!!’

You shoved Thor playfully and rolled your eyes.

‘I’ll get you next time!!’

‘In your dreams fair maiden!’

You laughed slightly and went over to Loki and linked your elbow together with Loki’s.

‘Next time I’ll team up with Loki and we will kick your ass! Right Loki’ you asked looking at him for confirmation

Loki gave you a nod but had gone quiet and you could sense some Kind of tension in the air and decided to go off alone with Loki.

‘Let’s go for a ride on the Ferris wheel’ you said as you walked away from the others.

‘We will be back shortly’ you called over your shoulder and everyone gave you a knowing look and you blushed and rolled your eyes.

When you got to the Ferris wheel there was a heavy silence and Loki seemed distracted and you waited patiently for him to speak.

By the time you sat down in the seats and the Ferris wheel started moving he still hadn’t spoken.

‘Loki?’

He looked at you with a blank expression

‘Is something wrong? You have been awfully quiet all evening’

‘I’m alright Darling No need to worry’

You gave Him a look that told Him you didn’t believe Him for a second.

‘It’s nothing’

‘Okay’ you shrugged and looked up at the sky as the Sun was setting. You were admiring the view.

‘It’s so beautiful ‘ you said in pure amazement as you looked at the sun set.

‘You know.. you should really tell him that you like him’

You looked at him so fast and gave him a confused look

‘Tell Who? I like.. wait.. What now?’ You asked visably confused

‘ my brother darling. I see the way look at him, the way he looks at you’

Loki added uneasily. He wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

You started to look at him incredulously before laughing

Loki looked at you puzzled

‘I adore Thor’ you started

Lokis face fell a bit

Here it comes

‘He’s a dear friend of mine but I do not have any feelings for him… wait why would you think-‘

You looked at him and he looked at you

‘Wait a minute…Are you jealous again?’

Loki said nothing but looked at you with an almost pained expression

‘Wait… why are you jealous?’ You asked unsure

‘Isn’t it rather obvious?‘ Loki asked

You Said nothing. You just looked at Him and he looked at you. The tention was so Think that you could Cut it with a knife.

Loki leaned in towards you and touched your face and your eye widened in surprise which made Loki freeze up and lean back and he removed his hand from your cheek.

‘ my apologies Darling i thought there was a moment ‘ Loki murmered before looking away.

You pur your hand on top of his.

‘You like me?’ You asked timidly almost insecure

This made Loki look up at you.

‘ most ardently darling’ Loki’s impression softened and he smiled

‘Kiss me’ you added boldly and smiled

Loki soaked in your beauty for a minute, you were shinning and looked at Him like he was the best thing in the whole world which made him go a little soft

Loki didn’t need to be told twice. He captured your lips in his and caressed your face with his fingers which made you moan and deepen the kiss. You made out for Ages before eventually breaking apart, you rested your forehead against his.

Loki smiled against your forehead, he couldn’t believe he got to have this or that it was mutual. I didn’t understand how he got to have someone as wonderful as you in his life.

You were the actual sunshine of his life and he would treasure you for however long you wanted him.he hoped he got to keep you forever.

[mybeautifulreina]

Can i Request a Reverse AU? The 7 Brothers is the Human call to Hell RAD ( in the same time, yes- 7 of them call by the same time) and MC is the demon who take care of them oh yeah- MC Sin is Vanity but deep inside MC is Care about 7 Brothers when they in Trouble and sometimes make a sweets for . MC nickname is Rigel Star

Goodness, I like this reverse au. Just imagine, Lucifer's pride and Asmo's narcissism meet with Mc's vanity. Lucifer will try to assert dominance when both of them are alone. Asmo though......(the chaos)

For the brothers, they remain as brothers, and they're blood-related. Lucifer work at your family's company alongside Mammon. Leviathan is a game streamer. Satan now is the final year student who wants to be a detective. Asmodeus will be a fashion design student, Beelzebub will be a culinary student, and Belphegor will be a chemical engineering student.

For Mc, I would like them to be noble demon since their family work with the royals. Mc's family will be the second-highest hierarchy after Diavolo (something like duke/duchess based on monarchy hierarchy). Since Rigel star has other two companions, I will make Mc have siblings. The eldest and the youngest are in the human world and Mc, as a middle child in Mc's family, help Diavolo rule Devildom.

NGL, I love this reverse au, and I indeed enjoy writing this. You never know how excited I am when I do some simple research for this one 🦋✨. The story will start under this! ___________________________________________________________

"Seven of them finally arrive, Diavolo," your voice wakes the seven brothers. "Good morning gentlemen, from today, seven of you will participate exchange student programme for one year," you walk to the brothers and bow respectfully as a greeting.

"What happened, and who are you?" Lucifer rise from his slumber. "Oh goodness. Where is my manner? My name is _____. Nice to meet seven of you," you introduce yourself.

"Did you just kidnap seven of us?" Satan raises one of his eyebrows. "I am not sure you can describe this situation since I got permission from your parents a month before this programme started. Oh, do not need to introduce yourself. We already know all of you since I personally choose seven of you for this programme," you raise one of your hands in front of Satan.

"We?" Asmodeus stand beside Satan. "Yes, we. Welcomed, dear honoured guest. My name is Diavolo, the crown prince of hell," Diavolo introduce himself.

"Wait? Prince of hell? We are in hell? Mammon, please pinch my cheek. This is the most ridiculous prank or dream happen in my life," Leviathan grab Mammon's arm. "I believe that seven of you are still shocked about what happened now but not to worry, Mc will help you through this programme. If you need anything, you can just directly ask Mc for help," Diavolo chuckled at Leviathan's reaction.

Diavolo explains exactly the same in the first season to the brothers. "I believed that there are seven of them. Where is the other one?" Diavolo looks at you. When you count the brothers, you just realised that there is one missing. "If you search for Belphie, he still in his deep slumber," Beelzebub point to Belphegor who still sleeping.

"Mc, did you put the same amount of sleeping spell to seven of them?" Diavolo asks you. "Hey! What da ya mean by the put whatever that things call is on to us?" Mammon shouts at you. "It's not easy to make seven of you sleep at the same time, especially three of you," you appoint your finger to Lucifer, Leviathan and Satan. You also claimed that you did not put a sleep spell into Belphegor since... he always sleeping. "Anyway, you guys can explain to your little brother when he wakes up. I'm not gonna repeat again my explanation to him," you just take a glance at the last born and look at the firstborn.

"This house will be your place to stay for the whole year. If anything you need, you can search for me in my room," you show your room next to the kitchen. "Is this your family portrait?" Asmodeus point to your family portrait that hangs in the hallway. "Yes, some of you may be familiar with that man standing beside me," you stare at the portrait with your arms crossed on your chest. "I will show you your rooms. Be fast, I have a lot of things to do," you leave the brothers.

Since the brothers start leaving with you, the house becomes too chaotic. Their curiosity was too damn high, especially Satan and Leviathan. Almost every weekend you need to leave your work to accompany the brothers to travel the Devildom. The trouble they created are enough gives you a pure headache. At first, you are really annoyed with the brother's trouble, but then you get used to it. It reminds you when all of your family lived under the same roof. The situation will never be the same when your parents travel somewhere that who-know-where for a very long time. The eldest manage the company, the youngest study at the Human World, and leaving you alone at Devildom. Slowly, the brothers have some soft spot in yourself, and of course, you will never admit it.

One day, you need to go to Demon Lord's Castle for the programme report, leaving the brothers at the house of lamentation. "Hey, did ya realise that Mc never shows us the underground yet?" Mammon sits down on the couch. "Maybe there is nothing at all there, so there is no point showing us that place," Satan rise his head from the book he lends from the library. "Well, it's not wrong we see underground since Mc give us full access for this house. That's mean, we can freely wander in this house," Mammon's statement makes all the brothers stay silent. He's not wrong, though. Long story short, and mixed with their too-high curiosity, the brothers except for Belphegor, go exploring underground.

"There is really nothing in here, my dear brother," Lucifer rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed. Mammon tries to convince his brother to go deeper into the underground, and surprisingly, all the brothers agreed with Mammon.

Leviathan start to groan in frustration since there is really nothing in the underground. Satan's madness slowly rises, and Asmodeus start to complain about how the air underground will affect his skin.

"The temperature suddenly rising. Is it me or-" Beelzebub's question interrupted by Asmodeus claiming that he is too hot to handle. "Not only you feel the temperature is rising, Beel," Satan poke Asmodeus's head. "Ughh, what the heck. Mc needs to repair the underground ceiling. The water leak from the ceiling is really smelly like a dog after eating their food," Leviathan wipe the water from his shoulder and he swears that his soul goes to the Celestial Realm for a while when he makes eye contact with Cerberus.

Cerberus's howling really makes the brothers hug each other in fear. "I'm too beautiful to die yet. Instead of eating me, eat Mammon," Asmodeus squeak behind Lucifer's back. Lucifer tries to tame Cerberus but fail (He really think that he can tame Cerberus since he is a dog person). "I really envy Belphie since he is the only one not here with us," Leviathan scream in regret.

"BAD DOG, STAY!" your command make Cerberus shiver in fear and sit down like a good dog. You pet Cerberus and give him his dinner. "You know that you almost become dinner for my brother's dog. You should thank me for saving all of you from this bastard," your eyes still fix to Cerberus before you take a glance at the brothers. "Mc really worried about you guys when I mention you guys go underground," Belphegor pop behind your back. Belphegor's statement makes the brothers except for Lucifer and Belphegor, hug you and thanking you for saving them. You push the brothers away from you with annoyance written on your face.

Month by month has passed, the programme is almost done, you remind the brothers about their returning to their original realm. Suddenly there is intense silence among the brothers when you mention that. Sure they sad that the fact they need to return to their home since your relationship with the brothers are close. "Mc, come with us. Stay at the Human Realm with us," Beelzebub look at you. "As a Diavolo's helper, I need to stay here, serve for his highness, and for Devildom," You calmly push aside Beel's idea, but deep down in your heart, you do feel sad that the brothers gonna leave you alone. Just like your family.

One day before the brothers leave, they want to spend the last night with you. At first, you reject the idea since you are busy with the final report for the programme. They give you those puppy eyes, you join them together (Who gonna say no to the puppy eyes, especially to Belphegor's eyes). The drowsy slowly claims you and the brothers. All of you cuddle altogether for the whole night.

Finally, the day has come. At the Student Council Room, the brothers are ready for their return. "I hope you're ready for your returning," you approach the brothers. "We will meet again, right, Mc," Asmodeus grabbed your hand. You remain silent when Asmodeus ask you that question. "Your D.D.D should be working at your realm. That's mean you guys can contact each other anytime and anywhere," Diavolo break the heavy silence between you and the brothers. The brothers were happy to hear that news from Diavolo. You warn the brothers not to call you during specific time, claim that you're a busy demon. Barbatos open the portal for the brothers, and they enter the portal. Before the portal closed, you give them a warm and genuine smile to them. Waving back at them. When the portal closed, you hope that you can see them again.

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Bonus!

"Mc, you change since the programme started," Barbatos pour the tea into your cup. "What nonsense you blurt out loud, Barbatos," you sip the drink slowly, enjoying the aroma. Diavolo also agreed with Barbatos since you show your 'true emotion' to the brothers besides the royals and your family. "Those troublemakers never let me breathe for a second and always give me a pure headache," you put down the cup on the table. "It's been a long time since I have seen that smile of yours after you start leaving on your own," you stay silent when Diavolo say that to you.

The situation of the house become weirdly peaceful once you step your foot into the house. You bump into Belphegor who just wake up from his sleep. You ask Belphegor about his brother's whereabouts. "They go explore at the underground since they're bored to death," Belphegor yawned. You sprinted your feet into the underground and followed by Belphegor. For the sake of Diavolo, please, let them be safe from that bastard, you plea with all of your heart.

[willowfolksong]

Are you still taking request? If yes, can I request for 'morning after' with Atsumu and Sakusa? I just read your work for the nightmate comfort and found out you are also a big fan of these two 😩 Make it fluffy with little spice maybe? Just them being gentle and taking care of us after that night hehe thank you! I also like your writing style :3

Comforting words and soothing hands

- Atsumu Miya x Reader/Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

- SFW; slightly suggestive

a/n: hi anon!!! Thank you so much for liking my writing style 🥺 And thank you so much for requesting too!!! Here's our two boys comforting Reader after a rough night. I hope you like it!! Always let me know and have a wonderful day! ❤✨

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Atsumu Miya

What wakes you up is the clattering and the hushed 'Shit!' Atsumu lets out, promptly after spilling a bit of coffee on the tray. You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes and smiling lazily at how your boyfriend tries to clean the coffee drops with the napkin he brought for you.

Atsumu looks up in time to see you stretch your arms over your head, and licks his lip when he catches sight of your belly button peeking out.

"Well, goodmorning baby" he says, and leans forward to give you a messy wet kiss that instantly leaves you light headed. He also spills some more coffee "It was worth it tho" he shrugs, retreating back and just giving up on cleaning, pushing the tray to the other side of the bed.

You look at what's on top. A cup of coffee— half of it anyway— two croissants, and apple, a plate of cheese, one with waffles, the bottle of syrup you always use even tho he doesn't really likes it, and a glass of orange juice.

"Only missing the rose" you say, chuckling, but Atsumu looks genuinely worried.

He looks back to the tray with a frown, scratching the back of his neck "'Samu didn't mention that"

"You called your brother to ask him about breakfast?"

"About breakfast in bed" he corrects you "Since he has a restaurant and all"

You blink, pursing your lips to contain your laughter "A restaurant that specializes in onigiri, tho"

"Well, food is food babe"

You laugh then, and drag him down towards you for another kiss. He melts in your arms— only for a second, in wich you can card your fingers through his hair and just feel him warm and heavy against you— before he's turning you both around so you're the one in his arms, placing his chin on top of your head.

"Feel better?" he whispers, and you hum and close your eyes, listening to the beats of his heart.

"Much better"

He clears his throat, and you look up to find him staring intently at you "I got pretty scared" he confesses, quietly and almost remorselessly.

"You? Scared? I thought you didn't get scared" you joke, but when he doesn't laughs, you pull away from his embrace and sit straight, a hand on his chest "Atsumu?"

"It's because ya alway take such good care of me, alright?" he gulps, and rubs his eyes "And then ya were sudenly havin' this bad dream and I couldn't do much but bring ya a cup of water and just... hold ya"

"And you were scared?"

"Well yeah" he says, looking at you as if it's obvious "I don't like to see ya cry"

"I was crying, huh?" you chuckle, humorless.

Atsumu nods, and places one of his hands on top of the one you have on his chest "I mean... I can deal with spiders, and cockroaches..." he lists, and you pinch his side and try to remind him that he's the one who really doesn't likes bugs, but he won't let you talk "And with scary movies and everythin' else but... I just don't know what should I do when ya sudenly wake up cryin' in the middle of the night" he sighs, and rubs his right eye once more. You realize both are a little red, a sign that he might have cried at some point during the night "I felt kind of useless"

You take his face in your hands and softly kiss his nose, then his cheeks, then his lips "Baby, no. Don't you ever feel useless. You do so much for me and holding me and petting my hair was the best thing you could have done last night"

"Really? But—"

"Really" you nod, and kiss him again. He moans softly against your lips, and you smirk before leaning back again. "And if you do want to do something more for me..." you say, teasingly dragging one of your hands to his lips, to trace his bottom one slowly "I have a few ideas right now"

That immediately makes him perk up, and he smiles and glances at the tray, then back at you.

"Want me to have ya for breakfast, baby?" he asks.

You end up with a big stain of coffee on your sheets, but who really cares.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

You hear water running from behind the slightly closed bathroom's door, and so you sit up and yawn before stretching your arms over your head and softly paddling towards the source of the noise.

You push the door open a bit more and lean against the frame to watch your boyfriend hunched down over the bathtub, checking to see if the water's temperature it's good.

You smile, butterflies fluttering around your stomach, and clear your throat to get his attention.

"Good morning" you say, and he stands up straight to clean his hand with a towel, before approaching you. He's already dressed in a comfy pair of pants and one of those tight tank tops you love so much on him "Going to take a bath?"

"You know I prefer showers" he says, and kisses you behind your ear. You squeal, and he chuckles against your skin.

"I do" you nod, and chase his lips with yours when he moves to back away. He allows you to catch him, kissing you softly and caressing the side of your face with his hand "Then what's the bath for?"

"It's for you" he informs you, and you blink and look at the bathtub again, frowning.

"For me? I mean—" you tilt your head to the side, a bit confused "I appreciate the gesture, sweetie. But I... dont usually take a bath after just waking up"

Kiyoomi nods, and then pushes a wild strand of hair behind your ear before tugging you forward with him. "I know that. But I thought you might need it. To relax"

You hum, and then recall your nightmare. You ended up sitting up in bed at 3 in the morning with a sharp intake of breath, before the waterworks came rushing down and Kiyoomi had to hold you for the rest of the night, until you found sleep again— lulled by the beats of his heart.

"Thank you" you whisper "For taking care of me last night. I'm sorry I woke you up"

"You don't need to apologize" he says, and bends down to bump his nose against you before moving to grab a bomb bath from the shelf over the sink "It's my job to take care of you"

"And you do an amazing job"

"Now" he starts, standing in front of you again and gently holding your shoulders down "You're going to get into the bathtub, and I'm going to go downstairs to prepare you a healthy breakfast. After that, we can do something you like. Maybe watching that show you always make me watch when you're sick or feeling bad"

You chuckle "Sorry about that"

"Then we should probably take a nap. You need that today" he finishes, and only at the mention of sleeping you notice the dark circles under his eyes.

Did he... even slept at all?

"Omi" you gasp, tracing the bags under his eyes with your finger "Did you sleep even for a bit after I woke you up last night?"

"It's not your fault" he rushes to clarify, sighing and passing a hand through his hair "I just couldn't go back to sleep after I saw you in that state"

"So... you didn't slept at all after that?"

"I decided that to keep watch over you would be the best" he says, so simple and honest that your heart threatens to burst out of your chest "In case you need it anything"

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, because you honestly won't be able to find the right words to thank this beautiful man for being so thoughtful with you. So you card your fingers through his hair, and push your body against him until he breaks off for air with slightly flushed cheeks and eyes clouded with lust.

"I want to thank you" you whisper seductively, rubbing yourself against the bulge on the front of his pants. Kiyoomi groans, and his hands on your waist grip you tighter "So why don't you get on the bath with me, hm? I know you don't like it, but I can promise you a good time"

He hums, and his hands slide under your shirt "I can do anything for you"

And he does.

[newtonsheffield]

Been feeling poorly these last few days and MFB was just like a balm to the heart 💜

Can we pls pls pls see a bb Edmund (on the way) to a part of the Bridgerton-Sharma clan journey snippet plssss

It’ll make my entire week 💙😊🥺💙😊✨😊✨

Anonymous asked:

Ahhh! I loved MFB! Can we see more of them post-getting together or with their baby Edmund?

Okay, but imagine Kate's family staring down at her tiny baby like "Mmmk Mmmmk maybe humans aren't all bad." and Anthony grins and Trident Daddy Tharman is like

"Not you, two legs, I'm still keeping an eye on you."

Anthony had wanted a family as long as he could remember. He'd looked at his parents, happy and in love and something had ached in his chest. Longing for something just like that. For someone to love him unconditionally. And now he had it. Now he had Kate.

Kate who stayed right beside him through everything. When he woke up in the night panting and shaking, screaming for his father; her voice was gentle in his ear Deep breath honey, deep breath, you're okay. You;'re okay.

Kate who never wore shoes and often flitted in and out of his meetings weaving a seaweed crown for him, chuckling as she spouted diplomatic answers as though they were the simplest thing in the world, leaving everyone shaken.

Kate who'd looked so stunning when they got married in the middle of the ocean, her father glowering at him from the water while Kate's back was turned, her sister chuckling curiously as she watched them dance.Look at their legs, they're so stupid.

He loved every day he'd spent with Kate. Loved when she'd bring him little things she found when she went swimming and she'd smile excitedly. Loved when his younger brother would crawl into her lap and she'd sit and read to him for hours. Loved when her chin rested on his shoulder as they sat curled up on the sofa, the tiny dog he'd gotten her between him.

And he loved when they moved together, hands gripping one another, her legs wrapped around his waist as they fell apart together, her voice cracking in his ear Anthony, Anthony, I love you I love you so much.

Kate. Kate who'd seen him, and loved him so much she'd given up everything she knew to join him.

Kate who should be enough for him. Who was enough for him, but that didn't stop him from wanting.

And in the end he never saw it coming, even though he'd wanted.

He'd been busy recently, trying to settle a dispute between two minor Lords that was going absolutely nowhere, so maybe he hadn't noticed how distracted Kate had been as well. How she twitched nervously whenever he wrapped his arms around her waist, how she'd rushed to the bathroom every morning the last few weeks. How he'd seen her down on the shore, talking to her mother quickly, her eyes darting around nervously.

But today that was going to change.

He'd skipped out of his meetings, ignoring the grumbles of the men that sounded like Off to find the wife I think. They were right after all. He'd rushed out of his offices, skidding through the rooms and- kate was nowhere to be found.

He flagged down a passing footman, "Have you seen the Queen?"

"The Queen mother or your wife?"

"My wife."

"Last I knew she was headed to the shore."

Anthony had nodded, clapping the man on the shoulder before he'd raced off down to the water.

His heart leapt to his throat when he found her, the sun shining in her hair as she lay on the sand her fingers weaving twine together, so much more delicate than anything he'd seen her make before, his fingers fiddling with the band on his wrists, the first one she'd ever made for him.

"Well looky here, a little mermaid, caught in a net."

Anthony couldn't help but grin as he slid out of his boots, sliding down the hill towards her, settling next to her on the sand.

Kate rolled her eyes, brushing their lips together as she sat up a little, "You're supposed to be in meetings."

"I cancelled to meetings because I have a beautiful wife, and I want to take her sailing today."

She smiled up at him, her nose wrinkling their lips brushing together again. "it's cute that you think I'm beautiful."

A ridiculous laugh burst from his chest, "You are an ethereal goddess sea princess and I'm the poor sod you took pity on."

Kate stared at him for a long moment, her hand sneaking in the collar of his shirt, pressed flat against his shirt, their eyes caught together before she took a shuddering breath, dropping the tiny strip she'd been weaving into the hand not intertwined with hers.

"What do you think of this?"

It was almost exactly the same as the one on his wrist, the sea glass laid out the same, nearly exactly the same shells, but it was so small it wouldn't- "I love it, but I don't think it'll fit me."

Kate stared back at him her eyes burning before her breath left her in a whoosh, "It's for our baby, actually. We usually make them to match the gifts we made our partner."

Anthony couldn't breathe. Tears had sprung to his eyes as he stared down at the tiny bracelet, twisting it around his fingers his breath coming in sharp gasps.

Kate's hands were on his face immediately, ghosting over him, just like they had that first day, in his hair, her eyes confused, "Anthony, are you- Are you sad? I'm sorry I- I thought you'd want-"

Anthony crushed his lips against hers, pulling her down against his chest, letting the waves crash over their intertwined legs, his heart hammering in his chest when she pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers.

"This is happy crying,Kate, I am so happy. I could never be anything but happy with you. Never." Anthony's voice was breathless, "And this is the most beautiful gift you ever could have given me."

"I'm really excited." Kate whispered, her lips chasing his. "I don't want to brag, but I think our baby is going to be really beautiful."

And she was right.

Seven months later his tiny son his baptised in the ocean by his grandfather, held in his mother's arms who's smiling so brightly he can't breathe.

"You're not so bad, human king." Her father sighed, watching his wife and daughters splash water on his tiny son, Edmund Tharman Bridgerton. "And you kept your promise; she's very happy."

"So am I, Sir. They're all I care about."