#seeing beyond the shiny finish

[longagoitwastuesday]

I am liking Jujutsu Kaisen, way more than I imagined I would, but I foresee it will let me down and it's keeping me from enjoying this as much as I could haha

I think the characters and dynamics are well set, and I think many of them have an incredibly good and deep potential, but I would be willing to bet they'll not get a proper development, enough for them to really hit. A well assembled set of gears is not enough to make the movement go, you have to wind the clockwork.

I think Gojo and Megumi have a fascinating and very complex dynamic, but I doubt it will be given the time and care that imo it needs to actually work. And it is going well enough for now! One could see the intimacy between them was deeper than the one Gojo had with, say, Yuji and Nobara ever since the very first few episodes despite the fact Fushiguro too was a first year. But the pieces forming what they have are extremely complex, and it just wouldn't be realistic if it doesn't show, even if in a not showing way, or if it doesn't have consequences or implications.

It's one of those dynamics that shape one's life, the way one regards the world, the way one establishes or not relationships with other people. It's one of those dynamics that could be full of fondness, gratitude, resentment, admiration, trust, and that imply intimacy, the good kind or the bad, even if in just the knowledge of someone who's been a constant through your life. It could, and would, imply a myriad of feelings, and probably in such a mix it could imply contradictory feelings too. Even the nothingness would weight, even the nothingness would be significant and meaningful.

Gojo took Megumi and his sister under his wing, the son of a man who murdered him, because of both selfish and selfless reasons. Megumi looks like Toji. What does Gojo feel about this? How does Gojo deal with this? How does Gojo go about taking care of Megumi? Would he walk him to school? Make him breakfast? Celebrate his birthdays making him blow candles? Did he take him to the zoo? Does the relationship between them feel professional or is it something more? Gojo appreciates his students, but is Megumi to him just another student? When Gojo faces Sukuna in Megumi's body, did he see the kid he raised, or does he just see Sukuna in one of his students' body? Did he have one faint wavering instant? And how does Megumi feel about this? Is he resentful of him? Resentful of the situation? Of the selfishness behind his actions? Does he feel like a pawn? Is he grateful? Does he resent feeling grateful? Would he rather not? Does he love Gojo? Does he feel nothing about him other than what he could feel about a teacher that sort of annoys him but knows he's reliable in his strength? Does he think it unfair, cruel or unfeeling that Gojo is close, closer perhaps, with Yuuji or Yuta, considering their story? When Sukuna slices Gojo in two, does the remnants of Megumi's soul tremble?

And not just Megumi and Gojo. Yuuji and Nanami, Gojo and Nanami, Yuuji and Fushiguro, Nobara and the boys, or Nobara and Maki, Todo and Yuuji or Yuta, Gojo and Yuta, Megumi and his sister. Gojo and Geto, even! If the pieces are well set, the dynamics are intriguing, interesting, and have potential to be deep, but then the characters have like two plot relevant scenes that punch you hard, but little more, it's not nearly enough. Especially not nearly enough for the enormity that is shonen dynamics and situations. And the potential existing at all, and then not delivering, makes it all the more frustrating when you're left with something mediocre that could have been so good.

The development of dynamics through not only a few plot relevant gut wrenching moving scenes, but also the smallness of life, is important. The friend who recommended this to me said that those things were just unnecessary filler, but I disagree. I think there's a big difference between a large amount of anime-only filler episodes whose existence is based on the fact they had run out of manga chapters to animate, and moments of quietness. The low stakes character-driven moments of quietness can be so telling and so insightful, and they are so satisfactory when brought back later in higher stakes situations. My friend teased me there was no scene of Gojo making breakfast to Megumi, that it would be an idiotic idea, but it would be so telling. How he makes breakfast, what they eat, if he tries hard or if it's all mechanised, if they have personal bowls or if they use whatever, if he just buys them some pastry on the way to school, if the way they have breakfast changes through the years, or if he doesn't make them breakfast at all! All that would be very insightful on their dynamic and its evolution. All that would give a glimpse on how they regard each other and why, even in the present. All that could become meaningful in tense situations and high stakes scenes.

These moments also let the plot breath; if a lot is happening all the time, if every character is always experiencing trauma after trauma, the entire story is so emotionally draining that at some point you don't even care all that much. Besides, these nothing moments or low stakes plot arcs, besides deepening and developing dynamics, also let some in-world time pass, which would make the intimacy and bond between characters more believable imo; between Yuuji eating Sukuna's finger and their last confrontation in December how much time has passed? A few months? Am I truly to believe these characters are so everything to each other in only a few months?

Without some smallness, some repetition, some daily life, some low stakes not plot-centric development, the dynamics don't hit, they don't truly feel fleshed out, and dynamics as complex as the ones Megumi and Gojo have, or as supposedly meaningful as the one Megumi has with Yuuji or his sister, should be fleshed out if they're going to exist at all. Otherwise they'd risk making the writing feel awkward and fake. Besides, if the dynamics felt well fleshed out and realistic, they would shape the way the characters interact and act, and how they deal with situations, thus being plot relevant.

The shonen genre has so much happening all the time, the stakes are so high, the dynamics are so rooted in big events and the relationships carry enormous weight and implications. Yet they barely get developed, and it feels so stupid, so plain, the absence of something so important noticeable like a constant void, a shapeless nothingness present in every scene. It makes the characters feel like cardboard figures. Jujutsu Kaisen is already getting a better job than many, but I doubt it will do enough for what I've heard, and I fear I am bound to feel let down, and bound to feel unmoved.

After all, if not enough time and care has been given to develop a dynamic, I am not going to feel pressured by the high stakes; if not enough time and care has been given to develop the dynamic between Megumi and Yuuji, as good potential as it has I am bound to feel little for this last confrontation between Sukuna and Itadori, and his effort in getting Megumi back.

[rosenclaws]

Birds of a Feather || Old Man!Logan x Reader x Worst!Logan

summary: Logan loves you even if he can't say it but he knows that given his old age he's been lacking in the intimacy area. When a strange portal opens up and another Logan tumbles out of it, things get a little messy. (Or Worst Logan cucks Old Man Logan)

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, cucking, fingering, rough sex, cum eating, masturbation, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, mating press, doggy style, dirty talk, kinda mean!worst logan (he taunts old man logan a lot), slight pain kink (Logan), ass play, nipple play, breast play. Also neither logan ever interact with each other beyond talking.

a/n: Soooo Merry Christmas!! Here is my gift to all of you lmao. So to set a few things up, At the start both men are called Logan but a couple paragraphs in is when I separate them into James and Logan. I really hope it doesn't get confusing but I did my best lol. I really hope this lives up to peoples expectations im kinda nervous lol. Anyways happy holidays and I hope u love it!!!

Logan was an old man now. The adamantium was seeping itself into his blood. Killing him. It had been for years but with his healing factor starting to fail him the poisoning was truly taking its effect. He was weaker, tired. His heart was touched by a poison and it was turning him cold. There's only one good thing in his life now and it's you.

You're too kind. He tried to keep you away from his fucked up life but you were relentless. You were an experienced nurse who could take care of Charles. Free of charge. He fought you at every step of the way. Not wanting your pity. But he caved. 

Eventually you started taking care of him too. You were just too pretty, too charming. He couldn't stay away. This old man doesn't believe he gets to be happy and you try to change his mind every day. He did his best to take care of you too but the one area he knows he's lacking is the sex life. He tries, he really does. But he's old and while you're the sexiest thing on the planet, sometimes he just can't keep it up or he just can't finish.

It's embarrassing. Humiliating. You wave him off, telling him that it's not a big deal. That he still pleases you in a million other ways. Riding his face, his big fingers, you don't need his cock to know that he can take care of you. But it still bothers him. Still you lived your lives and things were fine. Until something weird happened. Really fucking weird. A large yellow portal opened up in your house. Logan bared his claws and pushed you behind him, ready to fight whatever the hell stepped out of it. 

To both of your shock another...him? 

Beaten up and bruised but its him. He looked younger but his hair was in these little tuffs and he was wearing a god awful yellow suit. He was kind of cute. Is this what your Logan would have looked like when he was younger? You snap out of your thinking, this is another man. It's Logan but not Logan. 

"Fucking shit!" The other Logan yells as the yellow door closes behind him. 

"Wade you dumb motherfucker I'm going to rip your head off!" He roars. He turns around, wiping the blood from his face. His eyes go wide when he sees you. He calls your name and steps towards you. Your Logan growls, putting up his claws. 

"Back the fuck up bub." The other Logan looks between the two of you and just narrows his eyes. Both their shiny claws come out to threaten the other. 

"Logan?" You call softly. Both of the men turn to you. 

"Can we just talk?" They look at each other and slowly retract their claws. 

After getting both of them to calm down the other guy explains exactly how he got there. He's from another universe, another time. He was pulled from his world into this one by an asshole with a stupid face and red suit. His stupid friend was messing with a little time machine thingy he stole and now he's here. That was his summary of things. You...tried to grasp it. You live in a world with mutants so time travel and universe hopping wasn't exactly strange. But to see another Logan. He also keeps glancing at you. 

Every time he does James, you've decided to start calling your Logan by his childhood name to make it easier, James tightens his grip on your hand. The way this other Logan looks at you, they're such sad eyes. He must have had a you in the other universe. 

"You can stay with us for a while, until you can get back to your time." You offer sweetly. 

"Thank you sweetheart." Logan's hands twitch, like he wants to reach out for you but he doesn't. James reluctantly gets up, pointing to the spare room and keeping his eyes on Logan's every move. 

"Don't drink my liquor." James mumbles as he heads to your bedroom. 

"He's the anchor being, really?" Logan whispers but you catch him. 

"What was that?" Logan freezes and turns to you.

"Nothing sweets," He flashes a smile you know he's lying. This Logan has the same tell as your own. 

"Who am I? In your world?" You ask curiously. Logan's face drops and he seems to close up. 

"No one, just a friend." He stalks to his room and closes the door behind you. Sighing you wonder what you've got yourself into now.

Living with two wolverines was not easy. Especially for you. They didn't get along and you had to play peacemaker. It was exhausting. Logan was nice enough to you but closed off and James was pissed off and protective. You were worried they'd slit each other's throats.

Plus...it was hard living with two Logan's when they were both ridiculously attractive. You never wanted anyone else but James. But this was just confusing. He was James but he wasn't but he looked like him and fuck he was ripped. James had a body to envy but so did Logan.

You were ashamed to admit you thought about Logan, just a little bit. You never let it go far but your dreams ran wild. They were hot and dirty and you woke up feeling soaked and guilty. You didn't say a word to James or Logan. What good could come of that? But they're perceptive men and you could feel Logan's eyes on you in the mornings. James' too. You couldn't escape them forever.

You should have known something was up the moment you walked through the front door and saw both boys sitting together in the living room. Normally they'd stay far away from each other.

"Hi..." You say suspiciously as you set down the grocery bags. 

"Come here." James pats his lap and you walk over. He pulls you down onto his knee and smashes his lips onto yours. You can't help but moan as his hand squeezes your ass. 

"James!" You moan as you try to push him away. You look over at Logan who was watching with hungry eyes. Licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down your body. 

"We had a talk sweetheart," Logan's voice is deep and primal as he stands up and grabs your chin.

"We both know what you want. The old man over here can't fuck you the way you want to be fucked." James tightens his grip on your waist as Logan flirts up a storm. 

"I...James I-" You look at James with a guilty look on your face. 

"It's okay honey, I want you to feel good." He says while glaring at Logan. He isn't going to just hand you over, but he knows you crave to be destroyed, ruined and he can't do that for you anymore. So reluctantly, he's going to let his other self fuck you. 

"Rule one. You don't get to come inside." James situates you on his thigh. Slowly rocking you on it until you're squirming. 

"Rule two. She says stop, you stop." Logan eyes your cleavage with a hungry look. 

"And rule three. You don't get to kiss her." He says possessively. 

Logan rolls his eyes but agrees to the terms. The three of you head to the bedroom. James sits on a chair facing the bed. He groans as his bones creak. You shoot him a worried look but he waves you off. Unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock free. Logan pulls your focus as he leaves hickeys up your shoulder, sucking on a particular spot on your neck. 

"Shit.." You groan. How did he know that was your sweet spot? You don't have much time to think as you hear a claw come out. Logan waits and you nod your head. He cuts through your clothes and they fall to the floor in shreds.

"Fuck." Logan groans as his hands trail up your body. Your bare skin drives him nuts. He closes his eyes as he takes his time exploring. Committing your body to memory, each curve and dip. 

"Missed this." He whispers softly for only him to hear. 

"Lay down sweetheart." Logan hums and you obey. Crawling onto the bed as Logan sheds his yellow suit. Your eyes trail down his built chest to his already hard cock. 

"Damn." 

"As big as your boyfriends over there?" Logan says with a smirk. 

He kneels onto the bed and grabs your legs, putting them around his waist as he bends down and goes back to biting your neck. Your nails dig into his biceps as you buck your hips. His cock presses against your thigh as he moves down your body. Stopping at your breasts, squeezing and teasing one of your nipples while sucking on the other. You whine when he bites down. Licking over the spot he bit. 

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He smiles through his apology. He moves down your stomach and rests himself in between your legs. 

"Let's see how sweet you taste." You gasp as he buries himself into your cunt. His hands locking you in place, not letting you move against his pleasurable assault. 

"Logan!" You moan as you claw at his hair. Raking your hands through it until you find a grip. Pulling on it only eggs him on. His tongue moves against your clit over and over again. He refuses to let up as your moans get louder. You try to move but Logan growls like an animal. 

"Don't fucking move." He licks his lips as he raises his head. He looks over to James and smirks. 

"I see why you're so protective, wouldn't want to share a girl as sweet as this either." You look over to James who was slowly stroking his cock. It was painful watching another man feast on his cunt but he can see how much you're loving it. 

"Play with your tits." James commands as Logan goes back down. 

You listen and slowly play with your nipples. Squeezing your breasts and arching your back when Logan sticks his tongue into your cunt. Fuck he knows what he's doing.

"I can't- fuck! I-" Your back arches high as Logan sucks on your clit. 

He doesn't let up. One of his hands lets go of your thigh and his thumb presses on your clit. His tongue is now moving to your cunt. You roll your hips as Logan fucks you with his tongue and rubs your clit with his thumb.

It's a deadly combination that leaves you helpless. You come around his tongue hard. He groans as you leak around him. Licking up the sweet taste until he's satisfied. As you start to relax you feel Logan's tongue back on your clit. 

"Fuck!" You gasp in surprise as he places himself back on your cunt. 

"Too much! Can't take it!" You claw at the sheets but Logan pays no mind. 

"You can take it, always have you crying on my face." James says huskily. 

He wants a taste, mouth watering at the sinful sounds of your went pussy. Tears threaten to fall as Logan shoves two fingers into your cunt. He fucks you like he knows you, curling his fingers just how you like it. The sounds of your cunt get louder as he roughly fingers you. 

"One more come on, fuck give me one more." Logan props himself on his elbow as he pistons his fingers into you. 

"No No I can't." You cry. You don't want him to stop but it's so overwhelming. It's too much pleasure. 

"Yes you can." Logan cups your cheek and wipes away a stray tear. 

"I got you," Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you come again. Your cunt clenching around his fingers as soak his hand. Both of them watch in awe as you make a mess. 

"Knew you could take it." Logan takes his fingers out and sucks them clean. He eyes James who hasn't taken his eyes off your cunt. 

"Want a taste old man?" You look over with pleading eyes at your boyfriend. You need him too. He winces as he stands up but leans down and gets between your legs. 

"Shh baby, just want a taste." James squeezes your thighs softly.

Your cunt twitches as he leans down and takes a fat lick up. You're on edge from your previous orgasms and it's borderline painful. Both men look up at you when you gasp. 

"I'm okay, just please be gentle." Your lips form into a small pout and James melts. 

"Course baby," He takes a few soft licks and you sigh as Logan strokes his cock. 

He takes your hand and wraps it around his cock. Fuck he's big and hard and leaking over your hand. You can't help but notice it's different from your Logan too. But you keep that thought to yourself. James grunts as he gets back to his feet. His beard slick with your juices. He slips two fingers into your cunt and pumps them slowly. 

"Did so good, baby." He praises and you smile. You bite your lip and close your eyes as you take in James' thick fingers. They work you like magic, he knows you inside and out. 

"Are you gonna take my cock now sweetheart?" Logan purrs in your ear. 

"Tell me, what dirty fantasies do you have up there." Your breath catches in your throat as he cups your breasts in his hands. 

"Any positions you want to try? Face down ass up is always a favorite of mine, or I can put your legs on my shoulders and press you into the mattress." You moan just picturing each scenario in your head. 

"I can hold you against the wall. Bounce you on my cock so you're forced to take every inch of me.

"Even better, we can do all three." Logan lets go of you and nods his head, telling James to go sit down. James takes his fingers out and brings them to your lips, pushing them into your mouth as you suck on them like he trained you to do. 

"You okay?" James asks and you nod. 

"M'alright baby, are you okay?" You reach up and grab his hand, squeezing it gently. Is he still okay with this? If he's too uncomfortable you'd stop but he just smiles. He leans down and kisses your head, then moves to sit back down. 

"You've been talking a lot of shit bub." James says gruffly as Logan nudges his cock at your cunt. You're on your back with Logan pressing your hands into the mattress. 

"Don't worry old man, I'll take care of her." He slides in and you moan. He's going too slow, relishing with every inch.

"Faster!" You beg but Logan doesn't listen. Instead he pushes all the way in, balls deep and throbbing just being in your sweet cunt. 

"Oh fuck yeah." Logan purrs as he draws his hips back, slamming them back into you.

His pace is slow and hard. He watches your breasts bounce with each thrust, enjoying the way they move because of him. He's still got you pinned down and you want to move, you want to hold onto him as he fucks you but he won't let you. Logan's got stamina and it's clear as he doesn't let up. 

"Logan I-" He growls and pulls out much to your dismay. Manhandling you to your knees, grabbing your neck and forcing you to look right at James. You couldn't meet his eyes as Logan sinks back into you. 

"Ah ah, don't you want him to see how good you feel?" Logan says in a mocking tone. Smirking as he sees the fire lit in James' eyes.

"It's okay baby." James says as your head falls down to the comforter. Logan's just so big. He's overpowering all of your senses. He just keeps going and going. Logan tilts his head back as he digs his fingers into your hips. 

"Such a tight fucking cunt." He presses your face into the bed and grabs a handful of your ass. Pounding his hips into your pussy and loving every little noise he's fucking out of you. 

"She likes it when you choke her." James says, his breath ragged as he watches you get fucked. Logan chuckles and puts his hand around your neck.

"Of course she does, such a dirty little whore you got on your hands." His mouth is filthy, the degradation pouring from his mouth with ease.

James mixes his praise with his meanness but Logan is pure filth. The pressure on your throat sends you into fucking orbit. A fat cock pounding your sweet spot and rough hand on your throat is lethally delicious. You could die happy. 

"That's it, just let me use you sweetheart. Doesn't that sound fun? Being my little toy? Our little toy?" You look at James who's perked up at the mention of him, your cunt clenching around Logan's cock. 

"Oh that got you interested huh?" Logan teases. 

"You can be our plaything sweetheart, just nothing but a couple holes for us to use. Big man over here can stick his cock down your throat while I get the back." Logan rubs his hand along your ass, his thumb trailing down until its teasing your asshole. 

"He ever been in here before?" 

"O-Once." You mewl as he presses his thumb, not breeching you yet but knowing he could if he wanted to. 

"Is it as tight as her cunt?" He asks James. 

"Even tighter." James spreads his legs, he was getting hot. He sheds his jacket and unbuttons his white button up. Being this old and still ripped was so fucking unfair. His pants were already at his ankles and his cock was stirring just remembering that day.

How you cried and whined as he prepped you with his fingers. How fucking tight you felt when he slid his cock in. You were a mess, babbling and whining and begging to be ruined. James opens his eyes and sees you staring at him. Hunger in your eyes as you take in your handsome boyfriend. You may be getting fucked by another man but you only ever want James. 

“Maybe next time." Logan moves his hands back up your body.

He sits back on his knees. His hands come to your breasts and pull you up so your back is against his chest. His cock somehow sits deeper as he bounces his hips up and down, spearing his cock deeper and deeper. One of his arms wraps around your waist while the other plays with your breasts. 

"Logan!" You chant over and over. He's grunting in your ear whispering dirty things that only you can hear. 

"I know you're loving this sweetheart, you may love the old man but you love my cock more." You whine, words failing you as you try and talk. You start to go limp in Logan's grasp so he tightens his hold. 

"Come for me sweetheart, go on." He purrs as he lets go of your breasts to pleasure your clit. Rubbing small circles until you're squirming out of his grip, or trying to.

"It's okay, I got you." Logan whispers as you tilt your head back into his shoulder. 

Eyes rolling back as you fully submit to the man. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you come harder than you have in a while. He holds you up as you melt, your vision blurring as you're sent to cloud nine. You were clawing at his arms, digging your nails into him until he bleed which only made things better for Logan as he humps you like a crazed animal. Grunting and groaning. 

"Fuck!" He lets go of you to pull out, whimpering at the loss of your wet cunt.

He's rough with his hand as he jerks himself until he comes all over your back. Hot cum spurting from his cock and drenching itself on your skin. Your eyelids are heavy as you collapse into the bed, your body aches with a delicious sort of pain. With all the energy you could muster you glance over at James. He had cum staining his chest, breath ragged. He was worn out just from watching. 

"I love you." You say softly, reaching out for him. Your hand doesn't make it very far so he meets you halfway. His pants pulled up and cum still on his stomach. 

"Feel good baby?" He pets your head and you nod sleepily. Logan has gone off to take care of himself. Redressing into that god awful suit and coming back with a towel. 

"Can I?" He looks over at James who nods. Gently he wipes his cum off your back, cooing when he accidently stimulates your clit again. 

"Sorry sweetheart, just gotta get you nice and clean." Logan looks at James before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

James doesn't argue. Once you're cleaned up James tucks you into bed. He sits on the edge as you curl into his lap. Logan comes back with water and a towel for James. You're sound asleep by the time he's back. Logan smiles at you with a fondness that James can only recognize as love. 

"You know her." Logan looks up and shrugs. "Heard her say she was just a friend. You were lying." James continues. He knows Logan was lying because they're one in the same. They may not like each other but they knew each other better than anyone ever could, even you. 

"Look. You may think your life is fucking miserable but you had your family, you have her. You don't know how lucky you have it." Logan growls. 

"Lucky? You think becoming a shell of who we were is lucky?" James feels the anger surging inside of him. 

"At least she's alive in your world." Logan hisses. The truth comes out. Why Logan worked you like he already knew you, why he looked at you with such sad eyes. Why he listened to you. James caught all of it from the start but you never did. He looks down at you and you barely stir. 

"What happens to us, in the future?" James asks while staring at you. Timelines don't need two of the same man and he knows that. He just needs to hear it. "I don't think I'm supposed to say." Logan mumbles. 

"Who fucking cares?" Sighing Logan looks over at you before revealing the truth. 

"You die and your world starts to fall apart, that's why I got pulled into it."

James knew that death was coming. He could feel it. He had been slowly dying his whole life. That's not what bothers him. There's only one thing holding him back in being ready for the end. You. He can't leave you alone but it sounds like he does anyway. Failing you once again. 

"What about her? Is she okay?" 

"Yes.” James nods, he doesn’t ask what happens. He doesn’t want to know. As long as you’re okay then that’s all that matters. 

“Take care of her. Please.” James asks, for once letting Logan see his gruff façade break. 

It feels like an odd request. Both of them know it, but he wants you to be safe and protected and no one will love you more than him. In any timeline, any universe, he loves you. 

“I will.” Logan promises.

The two of them don’t share many words after that. It’s not like they’re suddenly friends now but they’re less hostile towards each other.

Eventually the strange yellow portal appears once again and Logan leaves. The time he spent here feels like a fever dream. Maybe it was? But you notice that James holds you a little tighter for a little longer now. He also rests a little easier. He knows where he’s headed, what’s to come.

But its a little easier knowing that no matter what, you’ll always have him. 

[moonstruckme]

reader who gets wet asf really easily with either steddie or just steve 🫣🫣🫣

cw: mdni, slight exhibitionism perhaps, reader is afab

poly!steddie x fem!reader ♡ 633 words

Steve has this mole, just to the left of his chin, which drives you mad for reasons beyond your comprehension. You’ve had dreams about it. You would never say it aloud, but for you it ranks among your boyfriend’s best features. Between that mole, the grungy t-shirt of Eddie’s he’s borrowed, and this dark corner he’s found for the two of you, you’re really, truly hopeless. 

You trail your fingertips up his back the way he likes, rooting them in the hair at his nape. Steve’s kisses heat as though he means to reward you for it, and you think distantly that the lip gloss you put on tonight is going to leave incriminating evidence on the both of you. 

“Hi there.” 

You open your eyes to find a different boyfriend looking rather entertained, having materialized from somewhere else in the party and holding three cups in two hands. Steve detaches from you with a wet sucking sound. 

“Hi,” you say, breathless. 

“Y’know,” Eddie drawls, “when I volunteered to go get drinks, I didn’t think you were going to pull a disappearing act on me.” 

Steve turns around. His arm slides around your back as he leans against the wall alongside you. “You were gone for thirty minutes.” 

“There was a very important debate going on about whether Kirk Hammett or Dave Murray was the better guitarist.” 

You smile at him. “We would never ask you to skip out on that.”

“Yeah, see” —Eddie thumbs a bit of something—gloss or spit—from the corner of your lips, grinning— “you get it, baby.” 

“But,” Steve finishes, “we were bored.” 

Eddie’s gaze moves to him. “Oh, I get it. You’d rather make our girl all weak when I’m not around, huh?” 

“Hey,” you say, though you take your drink when he passes it to you. 

Steve rolls his eyes, rubbing your hip. “She’s fine.” 

“Yeah,” you agree, “and why do you say that like I’m the only one who likes kissing?” 

Eddie’s eyes, nearly black in the low light, flicker with amusement. “You wanna know why? Hold these.” He passes the two remaining drinks to Steve, who huffs but takes them anyway. “I’ll show you why.” 

He backs you up against the corner like Steve had. Your heart jumps when he undoes the button of your jeans with a quick motion. 

“Eddie—”

“Shh, relax. No one can see.” 

It’s probably true, you know—your corner really is very dark, and with Eddie positioned the way he is he’s blocking you from view—but you still tense as his hand slips down your pants and past the lace lining of your underwear.

He hums smugly as his fingers slide through your slickened folds, middle dipping briefly into your center. Your choke back a whimper. 

“Yeah, like I thought.” Eddie grins, bold in the face of your shyness, hand trailing back up you and wiping his fingers on your stomach as he goes. He puts his lips to your cheek. “Too fucking cute.” 

“Okay, hey.” Steve gives Eddie’s shoulder a playful push. It’s not much, but Eddie puts a couple inches between you anyway, all too happy with himself. You button your jeans hastily. “Now who’s torturing her?” 

“I don’t think anyone would call it torture.” 

Steve ignores him, turning to you with a softer smile. He wipes a bit of gloss from below your lip with unearned tenderness. “Sorry,” he says quietly. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you say in the same tone. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “don’t be sorry, Stevie. You have shiny shit all over your mouth too, by the way. I’m thinking” —he levels you with a glittering, eager look— “our poor girl just wants us to go home and finish the job. Huh, baby?” 

Actually, now, you’re thinking you might just go home and even the score instead. 

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Your Shame

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Self-Doubt, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Aegon and his bad influence, Porn With Plot

Summary: Aegon taught his little brother to please a woman. Those memories are so ingrained in his mind he struggles to let go of those teachings.

A/N: This work was inspired by this ask sent to the lovely @peachysunrise on Tumblr. Thank you so much for letting me use it.

His betrothal to his beloved wife was a surprise to him. He thought he would have to marry a Baratheon. But this fate would befall Daeron, he was to marry a sweet flower from the Reach.

She was a beautiful maiden from House Fossoway of Cider Wall. As sweet as the apples they would get from their apple groves. And more beautiful than her small portrait he was given to have a face to the name. The painter should be thrown into the dungeon as he hadn’t captured her otherworldly beauty. And they said Targaryens had looked like the gods.

They both fell hard and fast. Shared pastime activities like reading about history or philosophy or indulging in a simple piece of lemon cake. Through his dear lady, he began to indulge in baked goods with apples. An apple pie with vanilla sauce was her favourite dessert. At their wedding, he had ordered it to be baked only for her.

He had fallen so hard and so fast in love with his Lady Apple, a nickname he had given her for her love of apples and because of her red cheeks whenever they saw each other, he nearly forgot about his duties in their first night. What would be expected of him and what he expect of himself.

He wanted to give her pleasure beyond her wildest imagination and the written words in romance books.

He writhes above her as he drives into her over and over. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through their marital chamber.

The bed creaked ominously as his hips rocked into hers. The headboard slammed against the stone wall.

He didn't know the act of procreating could feel so... fulfilling. So pleasurable. Anytime he lay with the madam it felt like a chore. He wanted it to end, fast. He preferred to lay in the woman's arms, his mind swirling with shame and disgust after the depraved act.

But with her, this sweet, gentle creature he had the privilege to call his wife, he needed to stay buried in her forever. To last beyond her fulfilment. Show her the depths of his love and devotion.

She had been scared at first, and he understood perfectly. How could she know what husbands and wives did in the night? She was a lady, she was pure. So, innocent.

But her anxiety was taken after he kissed her in the privacy of their chamber with the curtains around their bed drawn shut for more intimacy. They had stolen kisses before. Gods those kisses shared in dark corners of the castle or the safety of the library, they shouldn't be a sin but a worship of the gods.

But like all good things end fast. Too fast. Embarrassingly fast.

He tried to prolong their shared pleasure. His eyes wandered up to the mural of the burning of Harrenhal on his wall. Maybe he tried to draw strength to go on. But he felt it. It was too soon.

He looked down at her, seeing her wide, shiny eyes. Shame creeping up his neck. Spreading across his face.

As fast as he could, he pulled out. Seeing the evidence of his pleasure seep out of her.

Too soon, he had finished too soon.

This cunt, oh this velvet vice he lost himself in. The feeling of euphoria was replaced by shame.

He quickly got out of bed, pushing the curtains away to gather his clothes. Not exposing her naked body. Dressing himself and sprinting to his bed chamber. Tears of frustration gather in his good eye.

Blindly he stumbled to his chamber. Ripping the door open, letting it crash against the wall. It bounced back allowing Aemond to grip it and slam it shut. His vision was getting blurrier. He lost his orientation and footing. Crashing into the small table before he stumbled down on the carpet at the foot of his bed.

He was an embarrassment. Not able to last beyond five slow thrusts. Aegon told him it would disappoint a lady if he didn't finish her off first, or they would finish in union. That he was not a man if he ejaculated before he even brought his wife any ounce of pleasure. Like a lowly, old lord only in need of his wife’s womb. A boy wetting his sword for the first time.

In his despair, he didn't hear his wife's soft steps. He hadn’t seen her follow him. He only felt her warm embrace. How she pulled him against her soft bosom. How she held his head to her body and caressed his cheeks softly.

"Tell me what pains you, my love? Have I done something wrong?" Gods she thought she disappointed him. He wrapped his long arms around her waist and pulled himself even closer to her.

"No, ābrazȳrys. You were... phenomenal. I lost myself in you. Your softness, your warmth." He could feel the desire waking up again in his loins at the memory of their first encounter. But also, the shame. "I am sorry." He whined over and over into her bosom. His tears staining her nightdress and skin. His face was hidden from her eyes.

"For what, my heart? Please don't break." She gently cooed, kissing the crown of his head. Aemond’s heart clenched more at her plea.

"I disappointed you." He cried. "No, you -" "Yes, I emptied myself too fast. Like a... rutting hound." He angrily seethed. His anger on himself. Never at her, gods, he hoped she didn't see that.

She kissed his temple softly. His eye closed at her soothing touch. "You did not disappoint me. You could never. I am honoured that you lost yourself so completely in my body. Your pleasure was too great for you to prolong it."

He cuddled closer into her soft breasts as he lay on the floor. "It’s embarrassing." He mumbled like a small child. "It is sweet and very flattering for me." She countered.

He looked up at her with glassy eyes. "You mean it?" She nodded. "You do not know how many times you have made me come from simply watching you. It is especially hard for me to keep my composure seeing you train or you speaking in your mother tongue."

Her cheeks warmed slightly. His mood rose a bit. "I feel flattered." He whispered.

He suddenly sat up with feline agility. He stood before her, taking her in his arms and carrying her to his bed this time. "Let me make it up to you. You finally deserve fulfilment by my hand and not my actions." Her giggles made his aching cock grow impossibly hard.

He pounced onto her like a predator its prey. She squealed in delight. Her back hit the plush mattress with a thud. A huff escaped her throat.

She stares up at him with a soft smile and wide, shining eyes. Her joy was clear at his playful display of his desire.

He leaned down slowly. His hands held her down as she tried to meet him halfway. His signature half-smirk grew on his thin lips. He wanted to tease her. Prolong everything.

She groaned gently. Trying to escape his hold. But he was steadfast. Holding her down.

He had mercy on her when he saw her pout. Finally leaning down and connecting his lips to her warm, moist once. So soft, like rose petals.

He held her face in his large, calloused hand. His thumb traced her cheekbone softly.

She held on to his neck. Her thumb traced the nape of his neck.

Her legs opened to accommodate him, letting him lay himself onto her delicate body. She was his haven on earth.

He whined in disappointment when she leaned back. Their lips no longer connected. She smiled gently up at him, tracing his jaw with her pointer finger. “Would you like to try again?” She whispered so sweetly.

Little minx, he thought. His manhood coming to life once more. Painfully hard by her softness.

“Yes, my love. I want to make up for my… shortcomings.” His cheeks heated up a little. She giggled at his blush. “You fulfilled your duties.” She whispered. He groaned, “To the realm, not to you.”

He kissed her with more heat. His hands wandered all over her body. The fabric of her nightgown was in his way. He growled at the offending material.

He sat up slightly. Taking the neckline of her gown and ripping it in half. He was impatient, not able to undress her properly. He needed to see her soft body.

She gasped, her eyes wide in shock at his display of brutality.

He kissed down her neck. He peppered her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. Eliciting small gasps from his wife.

Her hands weaved into his hair when he nuzzled her beautiful round breasts. He smirked as she arched into his mouth when he licked and sucked at one of her nipples. His hand playing with the other so he wouldn’t neglect it.

She was a mess by the time he sank between her legs. Her desire leaked onto his sheets. “Aemond!” She mewled as he opened her legs wide, dipping his fingers into her dripping core to gather some of her wetness. Diving into her divine heat to show her he was devoted to her pleasure.

It was the hour of the owl when they let go of her. His face soaked in her juices. He looked down at her with a roguish smirk. His wife a panting mess. “Have I redeemed myself, my dear wife?”

She took small gasping breaths as she came down from her overwhelming heights. She didn’t answer him. She lost her ability to form coherent sentences an hour ago.

Like a predator he crawled back up her body, kissing every inch of her skin. Leaving a trail of love bites over her body. Marking her as his. “Are you ready for more, my sweet wife? I have been aching for you.”

A small noise escaped her throat, followed by a small nod. He grinned, aligning his manhood with her abused womanhood. He slowly sank in.

The same sensations washed over him. The warmth and softness of her velvet walls. The vice-like grip. The unmatched pleasure of sinking into her warmth. He groaned deeply. “My love, you make me useless. I could empty my balls right now.”

She smiled gently. Her hands found purchase on his shoulder and lower back. She blushed slightly at where her hands lay, guiding him in and out of her. “Then take it slow. Do not rush.” She whispered as she guided him to euphoria.

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now i'm all about you / theodore nott

PAIRING  best friend!theo nott x reader

SUMMARY  theo pushes you to realize how toxic your boyfriend is and how you deserve much better. theo being much better. (tw: reader's boyfriend calls her explicit names)

QUOTE  "clung to the nearest lips, / long story short it was the wrong guy, / now i'm all about you," - long story short by taylor swift

WORD COUNT  1.8K

WRITTEN  7.13.2024

theo glared at the wall with an unbridled fury as he rubbed your back, your sobs filling the room. he was going to kill him.

who was him, exactly? oh just your good-for-nothing boyfriend. now theodore loved with his whole heart. he truly did. but he couldn't for the life of him understand why you were going out with an absolute wanker like him.

you were so paticular about who you allowed in your life - but this arse somehow slipped his way through the cracks. this boy somehow always found a way to make you crawl into theo's arms with tears in your eyes, a broken heart, and wounded pride. and damn it, he's been holding himself back from knocking sense into ypu because he was afraid that kind of talk was coming from the fact that he'd been bloody in love with you since the day he first laid eyes on you. but he knew it was beyond that now. all he wanted was for you to be happy - and you very obviously weren't.

"hey, do you think you can look at me for a second?" theo asked in a gentle tone, shifting away from you slightly to get you to pop up out of your shell. you raised your head away from his chest (where his sweater was now damp with your tears) - he practically felt his heart break at your apperance. cheeks shiny with tears, eyes red and puffy from crying, hair frizzy and messy.

"i am telling you this as your best friend and someone who cares about you," theo started slowly, taking your hand and placing it in his. "you're an amazing person. and you don't deserve to be treated like this. you deserve to be treated like - like a queen! all right? this shitty guy shouldn't get a single sickle of your time."

"but - but what if this is the best i can get?" you asked with a sniffle, the waterfall of tears returning as your chest heaved. another pang of his heart, another surge of his rage. "what if i break up with him and then i'm alone forever cause no one else wants me?"

"i promise you, that's not true," theodore told you reassuringly. "i'm not complimenting you to be nice, i'm being honest, you're genuinely one of the best people I've ever met and i'm grateful i have you in my life . . . anyone else who's fortunate enough to be friends with you will see and recognize that as well. please. for your sake. break up with him. he only ever makes you upset. and you deserve to be happy."

the responsive silence weighed more heavily on theo than it probably did on you.

"maybe you're right," you sniffled in response. you wiped away your tears with the edge of your sleeve before theo offered you a tissue. "i deserve to be happy."

he smiled softly. "that's right."

"yeah . . . why do i get to be treated like this when i'm nothing but a great girlfriend?" you exclaimed angrily. "i mean, does he go sobbing to his friends about this stuff or is he just going about his life like- like he's not ruining mine?"

you stood up suddenly. "thank you, theo. you made me realize something today. i'll be right back."

"wait, i didn't mean break up with him no-" he wasn't even able to finish his sentence before you slammed the door to his dorm behind you as you rushed out of the room. he sighed, then chuckled. "well, that was anticlimactic," he said sarcastically to himself.

-

you laughed gaudily, your nose buried in a bouquet of flowers. your arm wrapped around him. your eyes admiring him. your body leaning against him.

what a prick, theo thought.

your "boyfriend" was manipulating you and you couldn't even see it. or at least, you didn't want to see it. see, you had confronted him. made a whole scene in front of his friends. landed a stark slap across his face. but he just as easily won you back in your moment of post-relationship weakness. by bringing you flowers and chocolate a promising to be better.

and here you were in hogsmeade, where you had invited him on a double date. you hooked him up with one of your friends, who was obviously very into theo and very dissappointed to see theo not granting her even a moment of his attention. she sat grumpily beside him, sipping on her butterbeer while grumbling under her breath.

"i'm going to grab us some more drinks," you said with a wide grin, getting up out of your chair. turning around, you bumped into another student trying to carry an obscene amount of butterbeer which accidentally slipped down your entire front. soaking your shirt, causing the thin fabric to cling to your chest.

"watch where you're going!" your boyfriend shouted at the kid, who mumbled apologies under his breath as he began to clean the mess he had made. he grabbed a handful of napkins from the center of the table, beginning to wipe at your chest, but you gently pushed his hands away as you wrapped your eyes around your body to protect from the wandering eyes of neighboring tables. "and you, couldn't you wear something a little less . . . showy?" he asked you under his breath, all though theo could hear him well enough. "i don't need other guys looking down your shirt."

"there's- there's nothing wrong with my shirt," you mumbled, receding further within yourself.

"you look like a cheap whore walking around like that."

you shut your eyes tight, almost as if you were afraid of standing up for yourself. "you said i looked pretty earlier."

"don't you dare call her that. and stop trying to police what she's wearing," theo said suddenly, getting up from the table and wrapping a protective arm around you. your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at theo. "when you should be helping her instead."

he took what was supposed to be an intimidating step towards theo. "take your hands off of my girlfriend."

theo chuckled bitterly. "your girlfriend? you certainly don't treat her like one."

"i'm warning you."

"just stop," you said quietly, placing a hand on your boyfriend's chest. "i was right. this . . . this wasn't a good idea. thank you for the flowers and the drinks but we're done."

you didn't even look him in the eyes as your hand slipped away from him and theo turned around, leading you out of the three broomstick.

"you're a little bitch you know that?" he called after you, causing the whole bar to go deathly silent. "probably cheating on me with theodore 'i miss my mommy' nott. date a pathetic loser like that and see-"

the crowd let out a collective gasp as he was suddenly shut up by theodore's fist meeting his mouth. red rinsed theo's knuckles - he couldn't tell if the blood was his own or your boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend he now supposed) but to be honest, he didn't care. "you keep your filthy mouth shut," theodore spat.

"that's it! you two, out of my pub!" madam rosmerta exclaimed, shooing you and theodore away with a rag. as you left, you glanced behind you to see her giving your ex a good verbal beating. "oh and the headmaster will be hearing about this! students fighting, in my pub! not in so many years have i seen such disrespect to a public establishment!"

"here," theo said, placing his rather large coat around your shoulders as the two of you exited the three broomsticks. "are you okay? he said some pretty shitty things to you back there."

"i'll be fine," you responded with a weak smile. "i'm really sorry, you shouldn't have had to-"

"i wanted to. punch him in the face, i mean. he deserved it." the two of you soaked in the silence wrought on by your awkwardness. "he's wrong. you're not a - you know, what he called you. and i don't think anyone in that pub would assume that of you either."

"that means a lot to me, theo . . ." you paused, reflecting on your past relationship. "you want to know something?"

"hm?"

"i knew he was bad for me. of course, deep down, i knew. i guess i just hoped that he would be the person i thought he could be, the best version of himself. but . . . he didn't turn out that way." you buried your face in your hands and sighed. "merlin i feel so stupid."

"you're not stupid," theo reassured you, stopping in the middle of the road to place both his hands on your shoulder. "you're optimistic and you always believe the best in those around you. and that's one of the things that i- i love about you. it's not your fault that not everyone deserves your kindness."

the corner of your lips curled upwards and for a moment, you felt your heart pang in your chest. the way theo was looking at you, well, you didn't want to delude yourself, but there was so much love in his gaze. so much kindness and compassion. and looking back on your friendship, you can't remember him having done all the things he's done for you for anyone else. and you can't think of a single moment, at a drop of a quill, that he wasn't there for you when you needed him.

"you're too kind to me, theo," you mumbled in embarrassment, your cheeks growing red at his praise.

"i'm not kind, only honest, you know this."

"i- i can't help but think there's a reason you're so nice to me," you suggested subtly. it seemed so obvious to you now - it made so much sense. "theo, you have been there for me whenever i needed you. and you've helped me through so much. it's hard to think you'd do all that for someone you just consider . . . a friend."

theo paused and his silence made you nervous. maybe you were looking too much into it, reading too much into it?

"if my care for you were coming from a different place . . . hypothetically, how would you respond?" he asked, nervously shifting the weight of his body from one foot to the other.

"hypothetically, i'd say i would need some time to properly move on but i wouldn't mind going on a hypothetical date," you responded, pretending to consider the prospect. "that is, of course, if you can fit one into your hypothetical schedule."

theo smiled, a grin so wide you were sure his face would split in half. "i think i'd hypothetically be able to work something out."

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“did i wake you up?” your brows furrow at the words over the phone, sleep making it difficult for you to recognise the voice on the other side.

a soft groan escapes your lips as you reach out to turn on the bedside lamp, mumbling drowsily. “who is this?”

“sunshine,” your eyes widen at that word— you recognise that name. “it’s me,”

“jake?” your words are breathy and urgent, whispered in disbelief. you prop yourself up on your elbow, the silk sheets rustling under your skin as you hold the phone a little tighter. “what are you— how did you get my number?”

“can we save that for later, angel?” you pause at the desperation in his voice, and before you could speak, he adds further. “i’m outside. i really want to see you.”

it barely takes you a minute to get out of the bed, your satin night wear is soft and messy against your skin. fixing it is not a bother, for you’re busy walking over to the windows in your room that are arched up to the ceiling just the way you like them.

you push the curtains aside cautiously, words dissolving on your tongue when you see him standing on the street right in front of your apartment. you can barely make out his face— tears or the mist of the night, whatever be the reason. you see the dim golden street light glowing around him like a halo.

“please,” his words stir something in your chest; dread, relief, love— it feels heavy.

you’re quick to grab your robe, leaving the phone on the bed as you rush out of the bedroom and down the stairs, hurriedly tying it up and also tripping over a step. it’s scary, your palms are sweaty, doubtful towards your own conscience, wondering if it’s a disgusting trick your own mind is playing on you.

you almost lose your breath at the sight of him when you open the door— he does too.

you both let the silence speak for the years lost. you had last seen him five years ago, last heard from him four years ago, and when your parents found out about your secret conversations through emails— that was the last you had written to him.

“i. . .” his words speak of need and hesitation. “i’ve missed you,”

and yearning. yearning and pain.

he’s wearing a loose shirt and hair is longer than the last time you had seen him. it’s a little beyond his eyebrows, the slight curls covering his eyes and somehow, he looks even more handsome.

“you look so beautiful— always did— you got even prettier,” your fingers tighten around the door frame, his words are like a stab in your chest. “did you miss me, angel? i told you i’d come, i told you i would find you no matter what—”

and his love— the knife you turn inside of yourself.

jake doesn’t know if he is needed anymore. you look well, good, successful— always were, aiming big and for the top. storms of fear haunted you all the time, a constant nagging at the back of your mind that it wasn’t going to work out. you pushed away, he pulled you closer, warm embraces tying you both together on nights when both of you were exhausted from the endless arguments. and amidst it all was a blooming promise— a promise to stay.

and now, jake is here, five years later, vienna, austria, at your doorstep, hands out for you to hold.

his steps are hesitant and cautious as he approaches you closer. he takes your hand and you let him, he leans in for a hug, you don’t refuse until your eyes fall to the shiny diamond on your finger— a reminder, a warning.

“wait—”

he interrupts you before you can finish, needing to have you in his arms like the oxygen he needs to breathe. “i have missed you so much, darling. thank you for not giving up on me, for waiting—”

“jake,” you say with more emphasis on his name. it sounds foreign, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.

his eyes widen in perplexion when you take a step back, the lack of warmth from your hands slipping out of his already leaving an ache in his heart.

“i’m engaged,” you confess in a guilty whisper. “go home,”

and then you close the door on him.

[13uswntimagines]

Rainbowfish (Leah X Alessia X child!r)

Request: R calls Leah mom for the first time.

Part of the Big Emotions universe- find more here.

Warnings: none. Cute Kid Fic.

Author's note: TBH I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this one, and the ending is a bit short, but I wanted to get it out. Also, I know in the UK it's Mum and not Mom, but that's a plot point I want to explore later Lol. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Your bedtime story was very important business in the Russo-Williamson household. 

It was the one part of your routine that never ever changed. The one part that you would refuse to sleep without (aside from a few weeks during the World Cup). 

It was your absolute favorite part of the day, being cuddled into your Mama’s side with Squirt as she read you the book of the night. She did all the little voices and gently scratched your back. it never failed to send you straight to sleep. Most of the time you didn’t even make it through the book. 

Alessia treasured it. 

No matter how busy your days were, she made sure she got to read you your story. In the days with Manchester United, it had been the only time she really got to spend with you regularly. Things were better with Arsenal and since you had moved in with Leah, but your routine had stuck, and Leah respected that it was your special time with your mama.

“‘Thank you! Thank you so much!’ The little blue fish bubbled playfully, as he tucked the shiny scale among his blue ones,” Alessia read, watching as your tiny fingers traced the tiny shimmering scale on the blue fish on the page, made of a different material than the rest. 

It was your favorite part of The Rainbow Fish. 

His scales were different from the pages, so they shimmered in the fairy lights around your room. 

“Is Leah Rainbow Fish?” You asked, running your fingers over the fish. 

Alessia’s eyebrows pulled together, a crinkle forming between them (identical to the one you always got). “What do you mean bug?”

“Is that why people always stop her?” You glanced up at your mama, meeting eyes that were identical to your own. “So she give them a shiny scale,” 

You wondered how she hid them all under her clothes. Maybe that was why people always wanted her and your mama to take their shirts off, to see their shimmery scales. 

Alessia hummed, rubbing her hand through your messy curls. “Leah is kind of like a Rainbowfish, but instead of giving away scales, she reminds people that they’re special too,”

A little crease appeared between your eyebrows as you processed the thought, and you dragged your little finger from the Rainbow fish towards the larger fish on the page. “Is Leah my mommy like Rainbow fish has mommy?”

Alessia eased another curl from in front of your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. “Do you want Leah to be your mommy?”

You nodded. “She does bath time, and plays with me, And never forgets the popcorn for movie night,”

“She does,” Alessia agreed, her lips turning into a fond smile. 

“And she loves us,” You continued, meeting her eyes. 

They shined in the fairy lights of your room, glimmering with an innocence that Alessia would protect until the day she died. 

You mama hummed. “Very very much,”

“Then that means she’s mommy because she does all the mommy things,” You said, with a sense of finality, and understanding that was far beyond what Alessia thought a 2-and-a-half-year-old could understand. 

“Hmm,” She paused, brushing a curl from in front of your eyes. Her and Leah had never fully discussed titles, but she could see that you were right. That the defender had slotted perfectly into the role. That Leah had earned it. “I think Leah would be happy with whatever you decide to call her,”

You nodded like it was a done deal. “Finish story now?”

Alessia swallowed, unable to stop the fond smile from curling across her lips. “Yeah bug, well finish the story,” 

She would let you be the one to tell Leah about the discussion. 

She was sure the defender would appreciate it more coming from you anyway. 

******

“Come on bug, the sharks are this way,” Leah said softly, adjusting the ear defenders that accompanied you on most outings as you stared at the tank of Seahorses. 

These were painted with tiger sharks, sea turtles, seahorses, and jellyfish, a perfect accomplishment to the atmosphere of the aquarium, and the reason Alessia had them made.

It was probably a toss-up between the aquarium and the zoo for your favorite one-on-one activities with Leah. The carefully selected outings that weren't too loud, or overstimulating that Leah could take you on to distract you while Alessia had an obligation you couldn’t accompany her on. 

The seahorse tank was just inside the entrance to the building, small and lit with a variety of colorful LEDs. It never failed to catch your attention, and you could/would stand in front of it for hours if Leah let you, listening to her read off the information plaque several times. 

She would usually let you, but she spotted a school group bustling through the coral-shaped entranceway. She didn’t fancy being shoved aside by a bunch of screaming schoolchildren, and she knew you wouldn’t either. 

You didn’t enjoy crowds unless there was a barrier between you and them. 

You dragged your eyes away from the tank to meet hers, your head tilting as you squeezed Squirt more tightly to you.“Turtle?”

“And the turtles,” Leah agreed, catching your hand. “We can’t go through without seeing Rocky, Bella, and Culver now can we,”

You nodded seriously at the names of your favorite turtles, holding her hand tightly as she guided you past the seahorses and to the next tank. 

It was smaller, filled with 20 little fish milling about, their scales glinting off of the artificial light in the tank. 

“Rainbow fish?” You asked, looking up at Leah for confirmation. 

Leah squinted at the familiar plaque. “It says that these guys are Flame Angelfishes. They come from Hawaii, and they like to hang out on coral reefs,”

You frowned, turning back to the tanks as one of the smaller fish swam by. 

You knew they weren’t called rainbowfishes, but you still asked Leah each time, hoping for a different answer. 

“No rainbow fish?” You pouted, leaning closer to the tank, but not touching it. 

You knew it was important not to bang on the glass so you didn’t scare the fish. They wouldn’t be your friend if you scared them. 

“We can call it a rainbow fish,” Leah said, squatting down next to you. “I don’t think they’ll mind,”

You made a low sound, your fingers creeping their way past your lips. 

“Hey, none of that,” She scolded gently, pulling your fingers from your mouth. “We don’t know where those little fingers have been,”

It was a bad habit her and your mama were fighting hard to break, how everything from your fingers to your shirt collars ended up in your mouth. 

“Does rainbow fish give out his scales?” You asked, looking away from the tank to briefly meet her eyes. 

“Hmm,” Leah hummed at the familiar question, glancing back at the little fish curiously swimming in front of you. “I think they would share their scales if one of their needed friends needed one,”

“Like you give out your scales?” You asked, your eyes never leaving the tank. 

Leah frowned. “What do you mean bug?”

“You’re mama’s Rainbowfish,” You said earnestly, turning away from the fish to meet Leah’s eyes again. 

“I’m your rainbow fish too,” She said with a very soft smile, running her hand through your messy curls. 

You nodded, as though her words confirmed something for you. What, Leah wasn’t entirely sure. 

Several fish swam by, and you watched in wonder as they did circles around each other, and Leah felt herself fall a little more in love with you. 

In the beginning, she hadn’t been entirely sure how things would go when Alessia warned her that you two were a package deal. She always wanted kids, but she didn’t know if she was mother material now. 

Then she met you, and you wrapped your little hand around her finger and she knew you had her hooked. 

Now, she couldn’t imagine her life without you, or Alessia. She treasured getting to see your excitement and wonder at simple things, like fish swimming circles around a tank. 

She would stand here all day if that’s what you wanted. 

You did for a long second before you looked back up at her. “Turtles?”

She smiled down at you. “Yep, let’s go see the turtles,” 

You looked back at the tank, waving to the fish. 

One of the little fish swam across the face of the tank as though he was waving goodbye to you. 

You waved back at him, and Leah refrained from telling you that he probably didn’t understand what bye-bye rainbow fish meant. 

You took Leah’s hand and let her lead you deeper into the aquarium. 

********

Leah could tell you were getting tired as you finally made it all the way through the shark tunnel. Your little legs were dragging, and your fingers kept trying to find their way past your lips with increasing frequency. 

You had skipped your nap, and she knew you had a limited amount of time before you got grumpy, even if you were at one of your favorite places. It was always a balance of letting you experience the things you wanted and keeping you from getting overtired. 

“How about we see the rays and then go get some lunch?” She asked you, wiggling your hand. 

“Otay,” You mumbled, leaning into Leah and letting her pull you through the shark-shaped archway and into one of your favorite parts of the aquarium, the stingray touch tank. 

“Hello miss Y/n!” The peppy blonde worker smiled widely at you as soon as you rounded the corner and sent a wave to Leah. 

The two of you came here often enough that she knew you quite well. 

You sent her a small wave, making sure Squirt didn’t slip from under your arm. “Ello Kara,”

“Do you want to feed the stingrays today?” She asked you, gesturing towards the touch tank that you always visited. “Rocky and Dibs are in a very friendly mood,”

She knew you well enough to know that there were days when you liked to pet the rays and ones when you just wanted to watch. 

You perked up, nodding excitedly, turning to Leah and holding out your stuffed turtle. “Mommy, hold squirt so he no get wet?”

Leah blinked at you, making no move to take the turtle. “Say that again my darling?”

“You hold Squirt so I feed Rocky and Dibs?” You repeated, holding out the blue and green stuffed turtle. 

Leah blinked again and squatted in front of you, bringing her hands up to cup your jaw. 

“No bug, what did you call me?” She asked, her thumbs brushing your cheeks softly. 

“Mommy,” You said, your eyebrows furrowing. “Mama said be ok cause you my Rainbow fish,”

Leah hummed. 

Of course, you had talked it over with Alessia first. She would have been more surprised if you hadn’t. 

“It’s very ok,” She assured you, swallowing away the lump in her throat, and pulling you close so she could kiss your forehead. “I’m your Mummy and your rainbow fish,”

You tolerated her lips against your hairline for a very long second before you pulled away, holding your turtle out for her. “Hold squirt so he no get wet?”

It amazed her how… casual you were about all of this. How you said it as if it just made sense. She swallowed down the swelling in her chest, knowing you wouldn’t react well if she started crying, even if the tears were happy. 

“Sure, bug,” She smiled gently at you, taking the offered toy and holding him close as she released you. “Do you need help washing your hands?”

You shook your little head, turning back towards the blonde Stingray keeper. “No, Kara help me,”

She watched you as you toddled towards the sink, immediately talking to Kara about how the Rays were doing. 

She would watch over you forever. 

She was your Mum and your Rainbow fish.

[moonlightwritingf1]

Beyond the Finish Line | LN4

ᰔᩚ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N, a professional ski racer, celebrate her first medal victory.

ᰔᩚ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader, Lando Norris x professional ski racer

ᰔᩚ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.6k

ᰔᩚ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

Based on this request.

She stood at the podium, heart hammering, wearing the biggest grin of her life. The heavy weight of her first medal—gleaming gold—hung around her neck, and relief and excitement mingled in her chest. Cameras flashed, reporters shoved microphones closer, but in that buzzing crowd, she only really noticed one thing: Lando Norris at the base of the platform, arms lifted in celebration, cheering louder than anyone else.

Lando, her boyfriend for just over a year, was the first to break through the small circle of press. The second she hopped down from the podium, he gathered her in a hug so tight she felt the edges of her skis clank at her sides. Even after they both pulled away, his hands remained on her waist.

“First place!” he crowed, eyes dancing with pride. “That was insane, Y/N. Your final run was perfect.”

She buried her face in his neck, letting the warmth of his jacket and the scent of fresh mountain air fill her senses. “I still can’t believe it,” she said breathlessly. “But I'm so, so glad you were here.”

His grin widened, matching her own. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

After the post-race ceremonies, quick interviews, and an avalanche of congratulatory messages, she and Lando finally hopped into a car and began their drive to a rented cabin nestled deeper in the mountains. The sky had grown dark, but the reflection of the moon on the blanketed peaks offered a serene light.

Inside the car, it was quite aside from the hum of the engine and the occasional playful banter. She rested her head against the seat, medal still around her neck. She couldn’t stop running her fingers over its shiny surface.

“You know we have to celebrate properly,” Lando teased, throwing her a wink from the driver’s seat.

“Oh, definitely,” she quipped with a mock-serious nod. “Bubbly and a fireplace—non-negotiable.”

“Done deal.” Lando’s tone was smug, but his eyes were warm. “Just wait until you see the place I’ve booked.”

–

The cabin was nestled in the mountains, surrounded by towering pines and blanketed in a thick layer of snow. It was the kind of place that felt like a sanctuary, far removed from the chaos of the world. As soon as they stepped inside, the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth enveloped them, thawing the chill that had settled deep in her bones.

Lando helped her out of her jacket, his fingers brushing against her skin as he did so. She could feel the heat of his touch lingering even after he’d pulled away. “You’re freezing,” he said, his voice soft with concern.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, though her teeth were chattering.

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Come here.” He pulled her closer to the fire, his arms wrapping around her from behind. She leaned back against him, letting the warmth of his body seep into hers.

They stood there for a while, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the soft rhythm of their breathing. But there was something electric in the air, a tension that had been building between them all day. Finally, she turned in his arms, her hands resting against his chest.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah?” His gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she rose up on her toes, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was like a spark igniting, and before she knew it, his hands were in her hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

His tongue swept into her mouth, and she moaned softly, her hands fisting in his shirt. He tasted like mint and something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating. She could feel the heat building between them, the fire in the hearth nothing compared to the one raging inside her.

”I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he murmured against her lips, his voice husky.

“Then why didn’t you?” she teased, her breath hitching as his hands slid down her back, pulling her even closer.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. ”Because you had a race to win.”

She laughed, but the sound was cut off as he kissed her again, this time harder, more demanding. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body as if he couldn’t get enough. She could feel the heat of his touch through her clothes, every brush of his fingers sending sparks shooting through her.

“Lando,” she gasped as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

”You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and it made her ache with need.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He helped her, shrugging it off before pulling her own sweater over her head. The cold air hit her skin, but it only made her feel more alive.

He stepped back for a moment, his eyes raking over her body. ”Fuck, Y/N.” His voice was rough, and she could see the hunger in his eyes. It made her heart race, her body thrumming with anticipation.

She reached for him, pulling him back to her, their lips crashing together in a frenzy of need. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her core, and she moaned, her head falling back as he carried her toward the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he knelt between her legs. ”I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“So have I,” she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

His hands moved to the waistband of her trousers, fingers effortlessly pulling them down her legs, the fabric sliding off in one smooth motion. The cool air hit her skin, her thong a thin barrier that he quickly discarded, leaving her completely bare. His gaze lingered, intense and hungry, before he leaned down, his lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Her hands shot to his hair, fingers gripping the strands as warmth radiated from his breath. He traced a slow, deliberate path upward, his tongue dragging along the sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked instinctively, a gasp escaping her lips as he reached her core.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words vibrating against her skin. “So so delicious.” His tongue flicked against her clit, a slow, teasing stroke that made her moan, arching her back off the bed.

He didn’t let up, his tongue lapping at her in steady, rhythmic motions. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, the kind of sounds she didn’t even know she was capable of making. He groaned against her, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice muffled by her warmth.

Then his fingers joined, two sliding inside her with ease, curling against her walls. “You take my fingers so well, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips still brushing against her. Her answering moan was almost musical, a high-pitched, desperate sound as her hips rolled against his hand.

He pumped his fingers steadily, his tongue never stopping, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks. “Look at you,” he said, pulling back just enough to watch her face. “I’ve only started using my fingers, and you’re already shaking.”

Her hands tightened in his hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” he said, his eyes darken as they met hers. He added pressure, his palm grinding against her clit as his fingers worked her deeper. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her body trembling on the edge.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, I need you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

His fingers slipped out of her with a slow, almost reluctant drag, and she gasped, her body shivering as her pussy clenched around the sudden emptiness. The absence of him was almost unbearable, the warmth and fullness replaced by a hollow ache that made her hips instinctively buck, seeking him again.

He chuckled, low and dark, hovering above her as he stripped off his trousers and boxers in one swift motion. His cock was hard, throbbing visibly, and she bit her lip, her eyes locked on him. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice rough with desire. His hands trailed up her thighs, landing on her waist as he leaned over her, his body inches from hers.

“I need you, Lando,” she breathed, her voice trembling, her pussy throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body arching toward him, desperate for contact.

“You were incredible today,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking proud of you.” His voice was soft, reverent, and it made her chest swell with emotion even as her body burned with need. He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she forced them open, her gaze locking with his. And then he pushed into her, one smooth, decisive thrust that filled her completely. A loud, almost pornstar-like moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as he sank deeper, stretching her, filling that hollow ache with his heat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he stilled for a moment, letting her adjust. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?” His voice was thick, his gaze dark as he watched her face.

She nodded, her breath hitching as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust a sweet torture. Her pussy gripped him tightly, her body already trembling on the edge, her moans soft and desperate. But then he changed the pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her, hard and fast. She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He alternated between slow, teasing strokes and hard, relentless thrusts, driving her mad with frustration and pleasure in equal measure. Her pussy clenched around him, the conflicting sensations leaving her gasping, her hips rolling to meet his movements. “Lando, please,” she begged, her voice high-pitched and breathless. “Fuck me properly. I deserve it, right? After winning.”

His eyes softened at that, a smirk playing on his lips. “You do deserve it.” His rhythm changed then, no longer teasing but purposeful, each thrust deep and powerful. He fucked her with intensity, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her moans turn wild, unrestrained. Her body was a mess of sensation, every nerve on fire, her pussy pulsing around him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

She came with a sudden, shattering force, her body convulsing around his cock, her moans echoing through the room. He groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, and he pulled out just as she started to come down from her high. “Do you want it on your stomach or would you like to be on your tits?” he panted, his voice rough.

“Tits,” she gasped, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on his cock as he stroked himself urgently.

He groaned, his release spurting over her tits in thick, hot ropes, his hand gripping his cock tightly as he spilled onto her skin. She watched him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body still thrumming with pleasure. Her nipples pebbled under the warm trails of his cum, and he licked his lips, the sight of her like this sending another wave of heat through him.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with admiration. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss before sitting back and looking at her again. “I’ll never get tired of this. Of you.”

She smiled, her body sated, her heart full. “Me neither.”

Lando pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before slipping out of bed. The warmth of his body left her skin tingling, but she didn’t move, only watching as he padded toward the bathroom, his bare back flexing under the soft glow of the firelight.

She listened to the quiet rustle of him moving around, the water running briefly before he returned with a warm towel in hand. His expression was soft, his movements careful as he knelt beside her and gently wiped his release from her skin. The heat of the towel soothed her, but it was the tenderness in his touch that made her heart clench the most.

He wasn’t just doing this out of duty; he was taking care of her—cherishing her in the most intimate way.

Lando’s gaze flickered up to hers as he finished, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over her collarbone before he leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to her chest, just over her heart. “You okay?” he murmured.

She nodded, a small, sleepy smile curving her lips. “More than okay.”

His lips quirked at her response as he tossed the towel aside and slipped under the blankets beside her. The warmth of the covers and the glow of the fire wrapped them in a perfect cocoon of comfort, but it was Lando’s arms pulling her close that made her feel safest.

She nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. His hand traced slow, absentminded circles over the bare skin of her back, the gesture soothing, grounding.

“I still can’t believe you won today,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair. “You were incredible.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, her fingers lightly tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “And I still can’t believe you flew out just to be here,” she whispered. “It means everything to me.”

Lando sighed softly, his forehead pressing against hers. “I wouldn’t have been anywhere else, love. You deserve to have someone cheering for you the way you always cheer for me.”

Her chest swelled with emotion, and she reached up to cup his cheek. “You make me feel like I can do anything,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

His smile was soft, full of love. “That’s because you can,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

A warmth spread through her, one that had nothing to do with the fire or the thick blankets wrapped around them. It was the kind of warmth that came from being loved so completely, so deeply.

Lando tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss—one that was less about passion and more about love, about everything they hadn’t yet put into words. When they finally pulled away, he tucked her against his chest, their bodies fitting together effortlessly.

“Get some rest, champ,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

She smiled, letting her eyes flutter shut as his arms tightened around her. And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the mountains in a peaceful stillness, she let herself sink into the warmth of his embrace, knowing without a doubt that this was where she belonged.

[secondsistershelby3]

ANOTHER POSSIBILITY

Pairings: alternative universe!Silco x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had lost everything but maybe the universe gave you a way to start over...or to escape?

Warnings: the alternative universe itself is already a spoiler😭, smut, 18+, obscenity, ride, love (why yes), a bit of angst

Words: 1,9k

Notes: I don't know whether to cry or be satisfied with this

You had lost Silco, Vander, you had lost Jinx's affection and even before that Vi's. You had promised Felicia to take care of them and you had disappointed her, you had disappointed Connor and now you were left practically alone.

But maybe the arcane wanted to give you another chance, or so you hoped.

You had seen disrupted colours, fragments and then

dark.

You tried to open your eyes slowly and then blink them quickly to adjust your vision, you moved your arm to try to feel something and felt a smooth fabric, like a blanket. You opened your eyes completely and you were actually touching a blanket, it was warm as if someone had recently been there. You raised your torso and a ray of sunlight hit your face, you covered your eyes with your arm.

There was a window next to you where the sun filtered in lightly, strangely in Zaun the sun never filtered in but you didn't even remember that you were lying on a bed.

You slowly got up from the bed, also looking around. The room wasn't that bad, a fairly large wardrobe, some bedside tables on either side of the double bed...

...

...

DOUBLE BED!?

You got up completely from that bed. You don't think you've ever seen a double bed in your entire life in Zaun. You also felt a little cold in your legs, you looked down and only then noticed that you were wearing a very loose brownish shirt that served as your dress.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

You immediately went to open that closet and found clothes that were at least clean, or maybe too clean. Once you finished getting dressed you rushed towards the door and as soon as you crossed the threshold the chattering music entered your hearing range.

A fairly long corridor stretched out in front of you, as you walked towards the end, you saw other rooms but the closed doors prevented you from seeing the inside.

The closer you got, the louder the noises became. You couldn't believe what you saw beyond those stairs, you were at The Last Drop, Vander was on the balcony, alive!

So were his boys, Mylo and Claggor. You also saw some white dreadlocks in passing, Ekko and he was talking to Benzo.

You carefully walked down the stairs and looked around still in shock. At the end of the stairs, Vander noticed you, he greeted you with a wave of his hand "hey look who's woken up" laughed Vander pushing someone's shoulder, you didn't see him as Benzo covered your view.

"my beautiful wife" a voice said laughing. You breathed heavily as you recognized that voice that accompanied you in your life for years

Silco.

He came out from behind the balcony, he was completely different, his eye did not loom with terror, he had been cured, he no longer had a black-orange shade, the skin was not worn out and diseased. His eye was just woolly white. Her hair wasn't pulled back and she looked so....happy.

He came towards you smiling and didn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips, placing his hands on your cheeks. You were still standing there in shock and your eyes had become shiny, you were on the verge of starting to cry and not stopping "Silco..." you whispered. You put your lip between your teeth to keep from sobbing.

"everything's fine darling, did something happen?" he approached you worriedly and you placed your hands on his which were still on the face. You threw yourself at him, hugging him, your tears falling like crazy, wetting his leather vest. You felt his arms wrap around you.

The first and last man you had shared love with for more than seven years, he was alive, he was there and you were his… wife?

You and Silco had never talked about marriage, what you were was already fine with you, but hearing it had a different effect. "It's...it's okay" you smiled, tightening your hug and sniffling.

"are you sure?" he gently pulled you back and placed his hands on your cheeks to look at you.

You nodded as you smiled with tears still falling. You took his hand on your cheek and brought it to your lips to kiss it. "I'm just...very emotional today" you smiled, closing your eyes.

"Is everything okay here?" a male voice made you wake up from your thoughts, you raised your head from Silco's hand and saw Ekko arriving with...Jinx, the girl you had taken under your wing after the death of Felicia and Connor

"Powder and I saw you cry, are you okay?" Powder...you hadn't heard that name for seven years, here then she wasn't Jinx anymore, actually, she never was.

Silco moved to your side and placed a hand around your back. “everything is fine” you smiled as you wiped your eyes with one hand.

"are you sure you don't want something to drink, to cool you down" Powder's hand took yours slowly and you almost didn't start crying again. It was rare for Jinx to be so affectionate, especially in front of others, but you enjoyed those little moments.

You shook her hand and smiled "don't worry Jin-... Powder, really but thank you" she was confused at first, she noticed the fact that you were about to call her something else but she quickly let it go. he smiled back at you and nodded

"It's still early, I can take you back up, we'll come back here later" you turned to Silco as he smiled lovingly at you. "I don't want Vander to scold you for my whim" you looked at him seriously.

"if I'm gone for a few minutes he won't get angry, he knows how to manage customers" and he walked towards the stairs you had come down from just a few minutes before, with your hand in his.

You thought you couldn't live these moments with him, you had never blamed Jinx, you never would and you never will, but you missed him so much... and being next to him seemed like a fantasy.

It didn't take long to get back to the room you were in previously. You followed him with puppy dog ​​eyes as he sat on the bed and you copied his actions.

You couldn't stop looking at him “are you sure everything is fine” his expression immediately turned worried and he placed a hand on your leg. “why it wouldn’t ” you smiled at him

"well, first let's spend a truly passionate night, and instead this morning I find you in tears" passionate eh?

"I can swear to you that everything is fine Silco" you hesitantly put a hand on his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. I took your wrist and caressed it.

“You know I wanted to ask you something last night but you seemed tired and I didn't ask you” he looked down and you looked at him questioningly. Quickly he looked up with a mischievous grin

"second round?"

…

…

you opened your mouth in shock and smiling and almost started laughing and rested your forehead against his "what an answer would that be" he laughed too. You raised your eyes to look at him “do you really think I would turn down a second round?” this man was incredible in every universe.

You looked at his lips for a few seconds and after a long time, you could finally feel his lips on yours again.

You brought him closer and closer until you put your arm around his neck. You asked yourself several times if all this was a game of your mind, if in reality all this wasn't true and was just the result of your desperation but a dream wasn't so vivid, so real.

Silco put his hands on your hips and pushed you gently with your back on the mattress, his hands caressed them lovingly and he continued his caresses while his hands went up until they were under your breasts.

You on the other hand tried to touch us all over, you didn't want it to end, you wanted to keep feeling it, you didn't want it to disappear again. "We're impatient, eh" Silco smiled a few millimeters from your lips.

If only you knew...

"you're too irresistible, what should I do" you laughed as you continued to give him lots of kisses on his cheeks. "never as much as you my love" he stopped to look at you for a few seconds and then began to kiss your still covered chest, his face slowly moved towards the low, continuing with his loving gesture as his hands went to carefully lift your shirt.

You finally felt his hot kisses on your skin and you panted slightly and raised your back slightly to meet his mouth.

Your hand on his hair to caress it as his kisses continued to the top of your pants and he looked at you before lowering them "You're so beautiful..." Silco gasped between kisses. His face moved up slightly to go over your already wet panties.

“were you just waiting for this moment?” he asked mischievously. you smiled looking at him.

You suddenly stood up from your seat, he followed you with his gaze. He couldn't help but look at you with loving eyes as you straddled him.

You moaned as you placed your hands on his cheeks lovingly and Silco placed his hands on your hips again. You didn't want to waste this moment.

Your hands slowly went down as I caressed Silco's stroke up to the button of his trousers, you looked at him shyly, as if it were the first time. You opened his trousers while you looked into each other's loving eyes, with a little hesitation you lowered your trousers and underwear just enough. With one hand you moved your soaked panties slightly and went over his now exposed cock.

You panted against his mouth as you felt his cock enter you, Silco couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The more you lowered yourself onto him, the more you tightened around him and gasped in front of his half-open mouth.

When he entered completely you couldn't stop moaning. After a few seconds to get used to that sensation again after some time, you began to move your hips towards Silco, he didn't hesitate to kiss you as you began to ride him.

His hands gradually went to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “fuck…” you panted into his mouth

You began to move faster, bouncing on his cock, the sounds of your skin slapping against each other began to resonate in the room along with your moans, the faster you went, the louder they got.

As you were almost close to coming, you buried your face in his neck, panting and starting to cry, but those were not only tears of pleasure, but also tears of joy.

Joy of being able to feel your loved one

Joy that this is not a dream.

You screamed louder than usual as you came screaming Silco's name as he murmured praises against your body and shortly after he came too.

You remained hugging each other as your tears continued to fall. Sweaty and wet you slowly moved your head away from his neck and looked at him "I love you Silco" you smiled crying.

He took your face in his hands and rested his forehead against yours "I love you too darling"

you don't know if all this would end but you really hoped not

[shiorihoshino]

Where Ruin Remembers

When Reality Fractures [Part 1]

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You hummed an aimless tune, patting a ball of fluff that wormed its into your lap and heart. The courageous woodland critter had wandered its way over to you the moment you settled down on the lush ground, deciding a break was in order. After maneuvering and disturbing the white gown, that you should not be wearing in the first place, the little dear snuggled deep into your stomach and napped. Truly fearless.

Your gaze wondered to the sky, fingers running through soft smooth fur. With your head's movement, white shiny strands shifted on the ground, rustling the blades of grass they tangled themselves in. The same white you should not have on your person. The motion carried itself further down, the tresses much like a meandering stream, splitting into various parts journeying down the land.

A breath shook as it escaped your lips, light in sound but weighted. Your chest contracted, invisible pressure bearing down on your heart from all side. The tightness you could not ignore, even as you closed your eyes. Hoping that if you pretend not to see, pretend not to notice the grass stain soaking into your clothes, pretend that time has not passed...

What were you expecting? From dusk until dawn, you knew yet your heart still hoped. Your body forcing you to rise and drag yourself here, deaf to reason and arguments your head made. Your being betrayed you, ignoring how the sun rose and fell beyond towering jagged mountain ranges, unwilling to stand and leave the spot you picked.

As the blue fades into orange and red, the last warmth of the day caress your cheek. The comforting touch, however, did not alleviate the crushing weight on your chest. Not even the fluff ball snuggling itself deeper into your embrace could distract you.

A breath caught itself in your throat, forcing you to grit your teeth to stop the shaky exhale from leaving. Force your eyes to close, tear your stare from the sky, to forget the passage of time. Time you wasted, another day gone... again. Force your hands to remain gentle on top of the creature in your lap, to not dig your nails into your palm as you bite at your lips until they bleed.

But then again... What were you expecting?

A yawn pushed through the gaps of your fingers, spilling into the cool morning air. The accompanying tears pricked at your eyes, wet and stinging. Lifting your hands, you wiped them away from the corners of your eyes, blinking to rid the residue clinging to your lashes.

Stretching, your locked bones popped as if you were an old lady instead of a young adult not even pass her forties. Ah, who were you kidding? Your posture was horrid, at least when you were in the comforts of your home. Which, if not for your job, you would be in your room at all times if you could. Your job... you weren't even sure how you kept it until now.

"Even still, what a weird dream..."

You lament your already horrible sleep schedule being disturbed by a dream that seemed to have no end. You didn't know where you were or why you were even there. It was just the slow passage of time, one that you thought had been far too long and drawn out.

The edges of your recollection frayed as you tried to remember more. Deciding it be better to stop before you give yourself a headache first thing in the morning, you head to the kitchen. You knew you would be hungry in a few hours anyway.

You reached over, switching on the stove to start cooking. As you gather necessary ingredients and equipments, you swipe your phone closer. Gathering an egg, you tap a familiar app icon, waiting for it to load as you cracked your first egg into a bowl.

As you finished cracking your eggs and slid to dump the shells into the waste bin, the app loaded and your ears caught the music. The sound had your gaze drift from the bin to your phone screen. Cleaning your hands, you tapped the screen to enter the game.

A laugh light as a breeze slipped through your lips. The pink petals curled up into a soft smile as the scene greet you. One you see, on rare occasion, as of recent.

"Still sleeping, Sylus?" You turn back to measure out the mirin, salt, soy sauce, and sugar into the bowl. "You'll get a sore neck if you stay like that."

Preoccupied with whisking the contents and checking on the heat of the pan, you missed the carmine eyes appearing from behind heavy eyelids and watching you from your screen. Head tilted on his closed fist, elbow perched on the armrest, he resisted the tug at the corner of his lips.

"Before seeing you, I thought today would be another dull day."

You let out another laugh, attention primarily on not burning your food instead of the antics of the man behind your screen. Much to his delight as he was allowed to admire you to his heart's content without the need to position himself. Though, he still won't give in to the urges plaguing him when he sees you.

You glance at your phone, checking the time. "Not even 10 and you're already unable to control your silver tongue." You joked, eyes returning to the pan, chopsticks nudging the cooked egg batter into a roll.

Sylus kept silence as you deposit each finish tamagoyaki onto a plate. His eyes never straying from your form, always following. The moment he knew he was out of your line of sight, he made a quip.

"Seeing you with the sunrise makes the sunlight bearable."

You rolled your eyes at his words, checking on the rice. Huffing out a breath, you dispersed the rush of steam that dampen your face. That reminds you, the face cream you're using is running out soon. Whenever you force yourself out of the house and work, you need to buy more.

Amused by your reaction, Sylus decided to stop pushing his luck for the moment. With a silent exhale, he relaxed his posture further to recline back in his seat. Fishing out his phone, he tapped away. His eyes scanning through the endless stream of news and articles that flood his screen.

Catching the movement from the corner of your eyes, you couldn't help yourself and look over. "I always wonder what you actually see..."

Shaking your head, you return to preparing the miso soup. You didn't expect an answer to your question, much less a teasing sarcastic remark. But, you did and it made you pause, tasting saucer pressed against your lips but unmoving.

"I'm looking through your social media posts. You have an exciting life."

You blinked, waiting for a beat or two before you unfroze yourself. Eyelashes tickling your cheeks, you stirred the pot of miso soup, musing to yourself. "The devs are really good at timing those intervals for the voice lines..."

Sylus frowned, eyes narrowing at the dismissive tone lacing your voice. Yet the expression didn't stay long, gone the next blink, as if never there in the first place. The tapping of his fingers and the music of the game continued to fill the silence.

Breakfast, and later dinner, cooked and finished, you settle at your dining table. Mouth full of food, you used your free hand to go through the usual repetitive motion of completing the daily missions and collect the rewards. On your way to check your Memories, you gave a quick poke at Sylus's lips. Tapping the Memories icon soon after, you missed the quick glance and noise that involuntarily escape his mouth before you disappear to perhaps upgrade your equipment.

You chewed, swallowing your mouthful before exhaling. "Upgrading the cards are... Why are they taking so much resources for one level?"

Exiting out of the card screen, you were greeted with Sylus standing up from his position on the couch, arms crossed. You giggle, giving a tap to his cheek. "What? Missed me already?"

You waited for a reply, blinking when you got none. Locking eyes, his own seem to drill into your being. Searching, yet so unreadable to you, as you waited in confused and wary silence.

After what felt like minutes, but could be a few seconds, the familiar smirk graced Sylus's lips and his retorted. "I heard you'll be leaving soon."

You tilted you head before your eyes widen. "Wait... Shoot! What time is it?!"

Sylus watched with hidden amusement as you scramble to check for the time. Wide panicked eyes that should not have delighted him as much as it did caused him to let out a chuckle. The sound bringing your attention back to him.

"Sorry, Sy. If I don't go now, I'm going to be late." Giving one last tap to his lips, you moved to close the app. "My boss is going to make my life a living hell if I'm late..."

As you exited, just shy of swiping the app up and away, his voice drifted into your ears. "Good luck."

You blinked, puzzled. Eyes darting down to have a proper look, they swept over the clock. Realizing that you really had to hurry, you push the issue aside for the moment and rushed to get everything in order. The race to not be late effectively taking your mind off the matter and forgetting it even happen in the first place.

[sonnytoru]

✦☆ mdni , smut , afab!reader , bondage , mentions of blowjobs , breeding , mind break , feral nanami wanting a kid + fluff . i forgot priests couldn't get married unless they broke their vow , least to say i never really paid attention on sunday school unless it was to get candy 🧌

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it's the wedding night with priest!nanami, well now theological historian!nanami. his love and devotion for you was so strong that it made him take the decision to elope with you. break his clerical vow of celibacy— as if he hadn't broken it already...countless times, and leave the town with you.

all for the sake of your future. you peered through the window of possibilities as nanami led you, with intertwined hands to the shared room at the hotel.

it would be in the afternoon when the kettle began to screech. the kids would be playing with a golden retriever puppy right outside in the backyard. spraying water from the hose at each other and the little dog. you couldn't help but break out a smile with the beautiful view as you poured the boiled water onto kento's favorite mug.

the sun rays would get transformed into color by the sun catchers, making your way to your husband's office a blast of colors. nanami took with grace the steaming treat you prepared him. even with some wrinkles and white streaks painting his hair, he is still as handsome as the day you met him.

"are the kids bothering you?" wrapping your arms around your husband, you see beyond the closed, wet window which also leads towards the backyard. the kids are still going berserk.

"i had to close the window because of those little rascals. but don't worry, i'm about to finish reviewing these homeworks."

"mmm, alright." your future seemed to be riddled with perpetual smiles and love. your husband takes your hands into his and leands in to kiss them before you begin to leave, "remember, we need to bathe the dog."

he sighs, quite defeated but chuckles soon after, "i can't hate that little devil."

"of course you can't, he's your twin!"

it was kento picking you up into his arms that fazed you out from your fantasy. it came out of nowhere, but he was gentle when elevating you up from the ground. you were his bride, now and forever. so how could he not hold you close to his body like one?

but this gentleness soon transmuted into a lust-driven frenzy. his cock was shiny and slick from your drool and combined juices, of which began to drip onto the mattress.

your arms wrapped around the back of the blond's neck, your tied hands, that held his dick while you suck on it, grasped onto his short hair. his hips helped thrust his cock deep and hard into you, as his tip began to kiss your g-spot and tingle your cervix entrance. leaving you counting stars with every blow he strikes.

"c'mon little dove, talk to me. how many babies you want?" he unlace the bindings that held you, and let your hands tease all around his flexing abs until they landed to your lower belly, "you're gonna look so pretty with my baby here, don't you think so, love?"

[asexual-abomination]

Parental Yandere JayVik X Reader Part 2 - Forced Agere

Aaaaa sorry this is so late after I said I’d be writing it the day after the last one but my writing steam is very inconsistent as it’s finals season for me TwT, will be continuing to write whenever I have the energy now though!

CWs: Forced Agere (NON-SEXUAL), Yandere, Infantilism

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Dada- Jayce- gently bounced you in his arms as he lifted you up bridal style. He hummed softly while wandering out to the living room, where he dropped you onto the soft couch.

The apartment, in the bright light of day, was full of gold lining and shiny tiling. Paid for by the Kirramans and Medardas, it was the pinnacle of Piltover excess and luxury. Still, your eyes widened as you took it in anew this morning, as you saw that the living room was practically overflowing with gifts, all wrapped in cute pastel paper.

The pile reached two-thirds of the way to the ceiling, entirely swallowing the corner it sat in. You heard Jayce chuckle from beside you, amused as he watched the amazement wash over your face.

“Excited? Those are all for you! Your Auntie Mel got very excited and went a bit overboard for you, didn’t she?” He said through a laugh while a hand rested on your shoulder, as if the two of you were sharing in a cute family inside joke.

Mel… knew? You had met her in passing, back when you were their assistant. Now that you thought about it, she was a bit infantilising to you, even before you noticed the behaviour in Viktor and Jayce.

Did she know the extent of what was going on? Did she know it was you, not some actual kid they adopted?

“We’re thinking of letting her come visit and see you soon, would you like that? Couldn’t let it happen too often, you know she loves to spoil you,” he continued chuckling, acting like the idea didn’t horrify you beyond belief.

If they were comfortable with her seeing you, that meant they were confident that she’d somehow be alright with the situation. You knew they were delusional, but they weren’t idiots. She already knew, and was happy to keep playing along.

Your hand sunk into Baa-nie’s soft wool, squeezing at his stuffed body for comfort as this day got worse and worse. Jayce’s hand tightened on your shoulder, and he slowly pressed down. Quickly, you noticed that he wanted something from you.

“U-uhm- yeah! I’d… love to see Auntie Mel!” You piped up, and immediately he lifted his hand, you looked over your shoulder to see a wide smile spreading across his face.

Even if she would just reinforce their delusions, it has been months since you had seen another person. And maybe, just maybe, she’d listen to reason.

“Do you wanna have breakfast before your birthday cake? I think you should, but Papa says we should let you do what you want on your special day…”

You debated your answer heavily. Jayce fancied himself your ‘good parent’, always being insistent on your bedtimes and making sure you finished your greens at dinner, so he’d probably appreciate you making the healthy choice to eat something normal before gorging yourself on cake. But on the other hand, any normal kid would obviously choose to go straight for the cake.

How closely did they want you to play along?

Staring a hole through the floor as you tried to weigh up the pros and cons of your choices, to reconcile how much dignity you were ready to give up with how much they planned to take from you, you didn’t notice Viktor wandering into the living room before it was too late.

“Is someone feeling scared of growing old?” He asked, full of mirth and lighthearted joy. Leaning up against the wall he raises an eyebrow with that knowing smirk he always wears when you’re unwittingly doing exactly what he wants.

Before you can think of a response, Jayce is crossing the room towards him, “Someone is feeling cranky after getting too much sleep.” He leaned forward and gave the other man a kiss on the cheek which Viktor turned into, kissing Jayce quickly in the lips. The pout that formed on your face at having your agency being taken away could be mistaken for one of a child finding their parent’s affection disgusting. Which you did, to be honest, but that was beside the point.

“Told you we should have woken them up normally, given them breakfast too.” Jayce continued, wrapping his arms around Viktor to hug him from the side, endlessly touchy as usual.

Viktor made pointed eye contact with you before rolling his eyes, happily playing into his role as the ‘fun parent’, “But the cake is already ready, Jayce! Let them have a little fun on their special day!”

Jayce peeked at you over Viktor’s shoulder, a silent warning that you couldn’t decipher. A warning to be good and choose breakfast? Or a warning to act like an adorable, fun kid and choose cake? Why the hell did it have to be so complicated and confusing?!

Every day was like this, a constant tightrope walk, toeing the line between being a good kid and being a kid.

Looking up at them, waiting expectantly spurs you to answer. You’re more scared of Jayce, you reason, Viktor likes to play and tease, but Jayce is much more insistent on punishments to keep you in line.

Besides, maybe gorging yourself on chocolate cake immediately after waking up would give you a stomachache as Jayce always warned—

And before you have time to realise that thought might be a little too big for you, you blurt out, “Breakfast! I’ll- um- I wanna have breakfast, p-please.”

You barely manage to stutter out your request as a cold shiver races down your spine when both their faces drop. Shit shit shit— You made the wrong choice.

“Sweetheart…” Jayce lifts his head to rest on Viktor’s shoulder, “Are you sure? The cake’s ready… It’s your special day…” He spoke slowly, hesitantly, reminding you gently of exactly where you went wrong.

Viktor leaned back against his lover, a look of piercing frustration in his eyes directed at you. It had been weeks since you’d done anything bad enough to draw out that stern, frightening frown. “Are you sure you’re thinking straight, honey?” He said without an edge of humour, “I’m sure our little one would prefer a cake.”

Jayce winds his arms tighter around Viktor before he can make a move towards you. He speaks loud enough for you to hear in Viktor’s ear, “They’re scared of getting bigger, V! You know they love their routine, they’re scared that getting big means things are gonna change, we shouldn’t get mad.” He spit that last part out through gritted teeth, clearly holding back his own anger. “Isn’t that right, sweetie.”

It’s a statement, not a question. A demand for you to make this right.

“Please don’t be mad, Papa.”

The nickname slips off your tongue easier than you expected, but it seems to reach Viktor.

He sighs sharply, his eyes scolding you all on their own, but eventually seems to cool off. Jayce was the one who cared about your health, but Viktor was the one who cared about you being a kid, and he liked taking matters into his own hands when you fell short.

Thankfully, that gave you an easy defence.

You sniffled, wrapping your arms around your stuffy and hunched your shoulders, shrinking into them and muttering, “I’m sorry, papa… thought I should be careful but… we can have cake if you want…”

Viktor finally softened at your tone. Sometimes it felt like pulling teeth to get you to act as small as you are, so it was always a victory when you did it without direct encouragement.

“Cake, then! Jayce, will you help me carry it?”

As Viktor turned back to the kitchen, Jayce glanced at you with a stern frown, before winking and breaking out into a bright grin. You return a watery smile and settle into the couch as you’re left alone for a few precious moments.

The game wasn’t impossible to play. You just had to keep your balance, and remember that with patience, awareness, and a little bit of luck, you could escape.

~~~

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

[heartmix]

on top - logan howlett

Pairing: Logan 'wolverine' Howlett x fem!reader

Word Count: 900+

Warning: logan and scott bickering, the usual

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Decorating

A/N: Very rushed, oops

Masterlist / Marvel Masterlist

Once the clock struck 12, Thanksgiving was over, and everyone was in Christmas mode. The once bedridden, full-of-turkey kids were now up and bouncing around, talking about decorating the mansion. Even though all of them were supposed to be asleep, well past their bedtime, you adults decided that since it was fall break, why not let them stay up? 

All the kids begged and pleaded to get a start on decorating the mansion because before you knew it "Christmas day would be here." So with the approval from Charles, you all agreed to the kids' wishes. Everyone went off to do their separate holiday festivities. The younger kids were in one of the classrooms making paper snowflakes and garlands, the older boys helped get the decorations out of the attic, while Rouge somehow convinced Logan and Scott to cut down a tree in the middle of the night. How she convinced them was beyond anyone's belief. 

You were tasked with giving directions as to where everything would go. As the boys came down with the containers of stuff, you sent them off into different areas of the mansion that would best suit the decorations. You didn't want to micromanage too much, so once they were in the right room, you let them go as crazy as they wanted to. 

"These are the ornaments for the tree," Bobby said showing you all the sparkly ornaments that filled the box. 

"Let's go wait in the living room for the guys to return with the tree, I think Rouge is also waiting to decorate it." You smiled at the boy helping him carry one of the boxes. 

While waiting for Logan and Scott to return, no doubt their fighting is keeping them out longer, the three of you started to sort the tree decorations. One pile for the ornaments, one for the lights, and the last was the finishing touches like the star and tree skirt. You all fell into light-hearted chatter when you suddenly heard the loud voices of Logan and Scott. 

"Turn to the left you idiot." 

"You're leaving a mess in the hallway!"

You and Rouge couldn't help but laugh knowing this would happen. Suddenly you saw Scott back holding the trunk of the tree while Logan came in holding the top of it. Scott was right they're leaving a huge mess, one that you weren't going to clean up.

"Here's your tree." Logan gruffed out clearly irritated, but when does he not look irritated?

"You guys are the best thank you!" Rouge's sweet voice filled the room making Logan let out another grumble.

After setting up the tree Scott made his way to clean up the mess from the tree, grumbling about needing space from Logan. As Bobby and Rouge started to string the lights on the tree you saw Logan trying to sneak out, no doubt wanting to go back to his room. Before you could even think, your hand wrapped around his wrist preventing him from taking a step further. 

"You don't want to stay and help us?"

"I'm not good with this kind of stuff bub."

"What, you can't hook plastic onto a branch?" You teased and for a moment you saw the corner of his mouth tuning up. 

"Don't want to mess up what you guys have going on."

"Please, just stay. It'll be fun." At one last pleading, and one look into your eyes he couldn't help but cave in.

"Okay, If it looks ugly that's on you."

Squealing with excitement you pulled him over to the tree missing the way Rouge gave Logan a smirk. Before he knew it, you were shoving a shiny plastic red ornament in his hands gesturing for him to put it up. 

When Rouge hung the last ornament, the four of you stood back admiring the "hard" work. The pretty colors of red and gold that decorated the tree were a sight to see, it even pulled a small smile off of Logan. 

"Last but not least the star." You smiled carefully taking the glass topper out of the box. 

"Wanna do the honors?" Turning to the teenagers you found them already settled on the couch looking tired. 

"I'm too comfortable, you do it."

"How do you expect me to get this on the top?" You wondered out loud to really no one in particular. 

With not much time to contemplate a solution, you suddenly felt yourself being lifted into the air and there you were eye to eye with the top of the tree. Looking down you saw you were sitting on top of Logan's shoulder. It was there you saw a smile on his face motioning you to put on the topper. With one last look and a faint sight of a blush, you placed the topper carefully onto the tree. 

"Beautiful." You heard Logan mumble looking straight into your eyes. He'd bicker with Scott forever if that meant he got to see that smile of yours. 

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 1: Well Begun…

From: Kill For Me Series

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader

Summary: After completion of a contract in Monaco, two super soldiers seem to be hot on a trail. They just don’t know that it’s yours.

Word Count: 2,032

Content/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, dark themes, swears, namecalling, mentions of suicide, killing, and death, mercenary themes, pessimistic reader (I kinda love it tho? What do you expect? She’s a dark villain), no physical descriptions of reader however she is able to blend into many environments, me using google translate for French. I’m sorry.

A/N: If you’re a fluent French speaker and I said something wrong, please don’t be shy to let me know. Otherwise, translations of the few sentences used are at the bottom.

Ty for pushing me to finish this @krirebr

Please enjoy and I’ll give you a forehead kiss if you comment or reblog!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Give it up. We have you surrounded.”

You could hear the booming voice of an all-too-familiar public figure through your earpiece. It wasn’t directed at you, though. It was towards your last ally standing. Well, you guess you’d call him an ally only on a good day. He was more of an acquaintance. No, scratch that… contractual obligation. His presence was something that was helping you get paid, but apparently, not anymore.

You watched from a distant window, hardly in range of your coms as the avengers descended on the last remaining member of a team that had been assembled to acquire a relic. One that looked ancient to anyone on Earth who couldn’t be bothered to learn about what lied beyond, but was far more advanced than most human comprehension. Especially that of most of the humans you had encountered lately.

They were all useless meat heads. Probably in this profession because of brute strength, definitely not brain power. That you could be sure of. That’s how that poor scrub ended up cornered by Earth’s mightiest heroes, surely because he couldn’t identify a trap until it was right upon him.

Luckily, his loss wouldn’t ruin the mission. The only reason you’d agreed to take on this one is because you were getting paid more. You always did. And it was deserved.

This was the seventh job you’d been sent on by someone faceless, asking for retrieval of relics that were just like the one tucked up under your bra and the top of your high waistband now, secured by a compression tank and concealed with an oversized sweater and jacket. Oh how you loved European winter fashion. The best for concealing this thing, that you could only describe as a stone slab, slate gray marbled with a translucent yellow streak, covered in runes. You’d say the marbling was a little brighter, more shiny and intriguing as opposed to the similar slab with green instead that you had picked up the month before.

You leaned forward more, looking out at your cornered former teammate, like many of the other residents of the area were doing as the scene unfolded. With everyone hanging out their windows and stopped on the street, so distracted by the event that you could hardly see past the corner of another building in your way, you decided this would be the perfect time to flee.

You pulled out your earpiece and stomped it to flush it down the toilet before you shoved all your belongings into your leather backpack, and slipped on your sunglasses, gracefully running down the stairs and out the door, into the streets of Milan.

If you were right, then just like all the other times, the super crew was still distracted by your former colleague. They were probably already questioning him, lecturing him about goodness, and attempting to tie up loose ends, unaware of the suicide pill in his mouth. Weird die-hard mercenaries. You rolled your eyes at the thought. Only amateurs needed that sort of cop-out. Although, it was surprising none of them had accidentally used the pills thus far, but it wouldn’t be out of the question for such dolts.

Now you just had to get out of here and make your way to Monaco. The quicker, the better, but not too fast as to avoid raising any suspicion. You looked over your shoulder one last time at the crowded street, making sure no one was following you, before slipping into a car that had been planted and driving towards the border.

As you double checked your mirrors for a tail, you faintly made out a spot of blue next to the reflection of the sun off what you assumed to be a metal arm. What you missed as your face pointed back towards the street, though, was the way curious blue eyes under a mop of dark brown hair caught the motion of a vehicle at the back of the crowd.

It was a long drive between the two cities, at least for most Europeans, but this was really nothing for you. Other jobs had been far worse than this one. By the time you were arriving, the sun was just about to sink beneath the horizon, nearly blinding you on most of your drive westward. At least it was a nice view, though. Shame you were only out here for assignments, but maybe one day, once you saved enough, you’d take a vacation.

You pulled up near the outskirts, ditching your car. It was only a short walk to a small bed and breakfast near the center of town. Going to get a room out of sight on the edge would be too expected and easy to find, not to mention isolated where you couldn’t blend in as easily, and all the major hotels wanted forms of payment that were too traceable, plus, you knew they’d have security. This was perfect. Anyone else would probably expect you to be somewhere less traveled first before coming to a crowded city center, and a mom and pop running the place probably weren’t fully up to time with keeping cameras in their old villas. The gorgeous view didn’t hurt, either. It almost reminded you of one you remembered from your childhood. Calm. Serene. Full of life and culture and innocence. Almost.

No time for reminiscing, though.

The jangle of a bell on the door signaled your entrance to the lobby. Out of a back room emerged a stout woman, a smile on her face, as she asked if you needed a room. You smiled politely, not wanting to be memorable for anything, and replying in French. She nodded, going back into the back room and emerging once again with a key, sliding it over to you and stating the fee.

“Est-ce que l'argent liquide est accepté? Je ne suis là que pour une nuit.”

She nodded.

After completing the exchange,

You quickly turned around and headed up the stairs. No need to be in the open more than necessary for this mission. Just enough that you didn’t raise suspicion more than any old tourist. You’d go out again for dinner, and to double check you didn’t have a tail.

Steve sighed with his hands on his hips, pacing the sidewalk outside of the major hotel just outside the city where Bucky had tracked a car to, just to see it abandoned. He was exhausted. It had already been a long day, and there was another suspect lost regarding these mystery missions that were popping up all over the world. All Steve knew was that some type of alien tech or something was being collected for someone powerful. Dangerous with high-paying contracts and ghost mercenaries. Some of which would rather die for their cause than give up information, apparently.

Even as a super soldier, his body was growing weary, but he pushed himself for Bucky’s whim: one that the rest of the team didn’t follow, instead heading back to New York to regroup. Steve trusted Bucky’s instincts, and the opportunity to see more of the world was never something he turned his nose up at, although he knew it would take a backseat to the mission. All he could do right now, though, was follow his friend deeper into the heart of the city where they hoped to gain information, and then take a tactical nap before the jet picked them up in the morning.

As the night began to grow cold, it was almost time for the drop. All you’d need to do was exchange the tablet in your bag with another that was draped off the bench of a couple sitting on a cliff. Remote, but not too much. Just enough seclusion to keep cover. Should be easy. Red dress, white shirt, sandals and loafers was all the intel on the targets you were given. But luckily, that combination was singular tonight.

They sat in idle conversation, looking over the deep blue water. You approached steadily, with grace calm enough to not be spotted, and leaned down to compliment her pearls, your hand reaching behind her to make the swap.

As you slung the new bag over your shoulder, you strutted back to the inn to prepare for dinner.

Steve wiped a hand down his face in an attempt to clear some of the tiredness he was feeling from his eyes. It was only partially effective, at least not as much as Bucky’s metal elbow in his ribs through the dress shirt.

“Look alive, punk. We’re here to gather some information.”

Steve nodded with a deep breath, heading to the bar in the rustic, outdoor restaurant. He stood by the counter and gave his order before sitting down at the only empty seat, next to someone who really caught his eye, that just happened to be you.

Red wine had already started to stain your lips from the few sips you’d had since you sat down. You hadn’t expected to be faced with the two Avengers so quickly, though, but something told you Steve sitting next to you was purely coincidental. All he gave was a curt nod, his eyes scanning elsewhere in the venue.

“La vue est magnifique, n'est-ce pas?”

You looked up from your glass, surprised he was talking to you. You had to play this the right way, though. The inn keepers already knew you spoke French and you didn’t want any discrepancies. Maybe you could pose as a Canadian tourist to him? Just to avoid suspicion. Canadians are rarely villainous, anyhow.

“Oui, le meilleur que j'ai vu.”

He smiled as his glass was placed in front of him. He grabbed it and tipped it towards yours, a silent offering for a toast. You brought your hand up next to his and the vessels clinked.

“Les deux meilleurs que j'ai jamais vus.”

It looked like the captain had picked up some charm over his years, which was a nice surprise. Last you’d heard, he was a workaholic hung up on an old love, but something about him seemed different that that red, white, and blue persona that was so prominently plastered everywhere. There was something deep and sad, yet still righteous. You liked that, but you couldn’t let him see. Not when real feelings were a gateway to the real you.

You had to keep putting across as much feigned innocence as you could. When your eyes met his and you saw that sweet smile, you almost lowered your gaze in genuine embarrassment, but time on the job had made you much more calculated than that. So you still did it, but just purposefully, speaking down into your lap, starstruck to meet Captain America.

“Merci, c'est très gentil.”

And that must have sold him on his observations. You did the accent just well enough that it worked.

“Québécois? You’re Canadian?”

You giggled and nodded.

“I am.”

It was almost like you could see his shoulders visibly relax at the thought of something familiar. Moments like these made you glad such obvious tells were beaten out of you at such a young age. You could never give up your emotions that easily. It could get you killed or worse. But you supposed maybe he was lucky to live a life so innocent.

Steve’s smile grew even more as he offered out his hand.

“I’m Steve. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but have you seen anything suspicious around here?”

Way to kill the mood, golden boy. Internally, you were rolling your eyes, but externally, your brows were knit together in confusion and concern.

“No, but… should I have?”

He shook his head. “No, no. I was just wondering.”

You spun the glass with your fingers.

“Oh, okay. What a relief. I’m sorry to be blunt now, but…I hope that wasn’t all you stopped by here for. Would you maybe want to have a couple more glasses of wine with me?”

And possibly spill some secrets on just how much you know?

Steve grinned, so sweetly you might add. Ignorance truly is bliss sometimes when your enemy is the one whose knee is touching yours.

“I’d like that.”

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Translations:

Est-ce que l'argent liquide est accepté ? Je ne suis là que pour une nuit. “Is cash okay? I’m only here for a night.”

La vue est magnifique, n'est-ce pas? “The view is magnificent, isn’t it?”

Oui, le meilleur que j'ai vu. “Yes, the best I have seen”

Les deux meilleurs que j'ai jamais vus. “The two best I have seen”

Merci, c'est très gentil. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”

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but i miss... (screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain)

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"guess that lady had wisdom beyond her years, 'cause that bernie's place was pretty good." schlatt huffed begrudgingly as you two sat in the lobby of the diner, waiting for your guys's uber. it was raining hard outside (it hadn't rained in weeks, and schlatt was really starting to believe that the universe had a plot against him).

your face lit up. "right? what a good omen that we found her. maybe the universe is looking out for us."

he blinked at you. out of all the things that happened today, you saw those things as blessings? they seemed more like inconveniences to him, but he could say something for your ability to make everything more chipper. it's something, one of the things, he liked most about you.

"maybe it is," he hummed, glancing around. he points to a random gift shop. "wanna wait out the rain over there?"

"you're the boss," you quip, grinning from ear to ear as the two of you ran through the rain, giggling as you panted, making your way inside the giftshop. you two stalked the shelves of the giftshop, trying to see if there were any cool trinkets while you waited for your uber (who was taking so long at this point you assumed he was on foot.)

a grin crossed schlatt's face as his eyes fell upon a weird little figurine. "hey, look at this little guy." he flicked it, chuckling to himself. he glanced to his side to see if you were still there, but you'd disappeared! "hey, LA?" he called your nickname, getting increasingly worried as he checked every aisle.

eventually, he found you, cooing over a little stuffed bear. "it's simba!" you chirped, hugging the stuffed toy to your chest. "from, from—"

"—the lion king." schlatt finished, smiling. "i'm not that old, c'mon." his heart melted when he saw how... happy you were. about a few pieces of cotton sewed together. and he wanted to see you that happy, all the time.

so he bought you the thing. it was $15, which was a steal for a new york gift shop. but really? he would've paid thousands to see you as happy as you were then.

the whole walk home, you cooed at the thing, (you named it simba) giggling and tossing him up and down in the air as if he were your own child. schlatt got a kick out of it, chuckling as your head hit his shoulder, your mouth still yammering a mile a minute. to steady you, he tentatively wrapped an arm around your waist. he felt a tingle go up his spine.

as the rain started to come down again, schlatt shrugged his coat off and hung it over your shoulders. "gotta keep your hair all nice and shiny. big day tomorrow," he hummed, trying to keep it as casual as ever. "you scared?"

"no." you smiled, shook your head. "art isn't... scary. quite the opposite. it's more freeing, than anything. to express yourself. your whole self."

"that's the name of your exhibit, no? 'my whole self'." he echoes, a smile reserved. "you still haven't told me what it's about."

a knowing look on your face, all you said was simply— "you'll see," and oh boy, did he.

the next morning, he was at your exhibition. he'd brought ted along (because he was the one who introduced you two, and he loved a good art show.) there were parts about the exhibition that weren't surprising— that everyone was fawning over you, or people were offering you thousands of dollars for your paintings, no, that was standard. he expected it. what he didn't expect, though, was that there were paintings he... recognized. one was even of him. and he didn't want to be egotistical, but they seemed awfully romantic. even ted agreed. "she made you a collection," ted hummed thoughtfully, looking up at one of your paintings. "took your essence and painted 'em, really. she must like you a lot."

schlatt was fucking stunned. sure, he'd made a "paint me like your french girls" crack once or twice after you two had downed a whole bottle of wine that made then-sober schlatt bang his head into the wall, but he thought it was all in jest. or the lingering touches and stares— you just had a flirty personality, that was it.

but no. you were in love.

and so was he.

second day in a row in new york it was raining— a new record for the year. he got a glimpse of you leaving the shoot, and he fucking sprinted out of there, chasing after you.

"hey, you, wait up!" he panted. you were easy to spot, after all. you still had all that color in your hair from when he first met you (the rainbowdash jokes never got old to him, but then you called him a brony and he shut up.)

that smile again. "jay."

jay. you always called him schlatt. "that's me," he winced the second the lame joke left his lips, but what else was he to do? "i, uhm... loved the exhibit."

"thank you."

"right, so..." his breaths were uneven as the rain came down on both of you— only difference was you had an umbrella. "i wanted to say something."

intrigued, you let out a polite chuckle. "floor's all yours, big guy."

"you are fucking electrifying. you light up a room like... like a disco ball, alright? you make everything cool, and i'm so lucky you took an interest in a loser like me slumming it up in your party in los angeles. and i'd never want to say anything to drive you away, and the only reason i'm bringing it up is 'cause, well, i don't think i'm alone in feeling that, yeah?" in and out, his breaths were heavy from speaking so long without pausing.

breathless, all you could give was a weak nod. "yeah."

"right." he echoed, nodding. "i— i love you. so damn much, toots, drives me up the wall. and i know 'them's fighting words', as you'd say, but uhm... i would. fight, i mean. for you. if you want me to." schlatt groans, burying his face in his hands and dragging them down his face. "starting over. i just mean that... there is no one like you, in this world. seven billion people and there's only one i want, with bright colored hair and art that takes my breath away. that's you, by the way, if you weren't paying attention." you laugh. good, he thinks. i must be doing something right. "and i know that maybe you don't get my lifestyle, my job, youtube, whatever. but there's always people watching my every move, i know that. fangirls that would murder the president for me or something."

"but i don't want them. i don't care about them and their parasocial shit. i want you. forever, always, whatever fucking noun or adverb or adjective you want me to say. i want you. on a bad day, on a good day— hell, even if you paint a photo of me with a little dick and post it for the entire world to see. i don't care. just as long as you're happy. so, what i'm asking is... do you want to be happy, with me? be my girl, in fuckin' simpler terms, i guess."

and the best sound of all graced his ears. your laughter, same as when you two were on the train and when you two were walking home late last night with simba's stuffed arms in each of your hands.

smiling, you answered, "of course."

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People say that Sirius never realised how offensive his words were until James or Remus said it to him.

I personally disagree with this take. I think, Sirius was very aware of how offensive his words and actions were. James didn't realise, but Sirius did.

Sirius finds people's sore spots and deliberately hits them. This is not James's "morally orientated" and rather impersonal bullying, this is a deliberate way of humiliating people Sirius doesn't particularly respect. People want to believe Sirius "didn't realise" what he was doing because it's easier to love Sirius and justify their Wolfstar that way, but Sirius always understood what he was doing, unlike James. Sirius probably rarely crossed the line beyond psychological bullying, but didn't stop James from physical bullying – he found it fun. But he himself hardly participated in physical aggression, although he obviously could have, being magically and physically gifted. It seems Sirius had drawn the line for himself.

Sirius wasn’t a little stupid boy, he matured very early, he had a very good understanding of boundaries and was always very aware of where he and James were crossing those boundaries.

“Bad luck, Prongs,” said Sirius briskly.

Sirius knew about James's crush on Lily and found it even funny that she rejected him. Because Sirius understood that James often crossed the line, and Lily’s reaction was quite fair.

‘What is it with her?’ said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him. 

‘Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate,’ said Sirius.

While James played the splendid knight in shining armor, Sirius found it all amusing. Because it was fun for him. And no one told him he was doing anything wrong, he already knew it. Remus mostly stayed quiet, sometimes making them “feel ashamed", haha. He's just much more socially anxious than Sirius, he doesn't like being "unliked." Sirius has zero social anxiety, he didn't care whether people loved him or not (besides, James loved him, what else did he need? Right, nothing).

And I think Sirius truly only respected James. Someone who Sirius truly respects, he never hurt. The moment when Sirius "hurts" Harry in book five is a pretty harsh moment, because Sirius loses respect for Harry for a brief moment because Harry turns out to be different from James. But then Sirius shows a new and even stronger respect for Harry. It's a good moment. This moment allowed Sirius to grow in his relationship with Harry.

And it's obvious Sirius respected Lily by fifth year. And after Azkaban, he "learned" to respect others (he reacted pretty gently in his argument with Molly), but his arrogance still showed sometimes (ie, he rudely cut off Hermione, not letting her finish her thought).

Anyway, what had changed with age wasn't that Sirius had realised that his words and actions were offensive. He always knew that. And he had shown even after Azkaban how cruel he could be to those he didn't respect. The only thing that changed was that Sirius started respecting random people more, instead of sitting around like a shiny royal arse.

But there is a NUANCE here. Sirius most likely always treated girls with respect by default. Idk why I just feel it :D With Hermione, they just didn't see eye to eye.