#so many real opportunities have been slept on

[did-we-imagine]

💫 It makes perfect sense why Azula is such a good foil for Katara. I don't think she'd be another Katara in a better environment, but some of her personality traits could make her into a great protagonist (anti hero), had she not been indoctrinated, etc. I think the scene with Mai's uncle (Boiling rock's head warden) proves that she isn't as blood thirsty as some assume (during the interrogation scene).

Lovely take, OP🪷💐.

the reason why i love azula so much and consider her my favorite atla character is that not only does hit the beats for a compelling villain (charisma, vocal performance, character, good motivation), but also how tragic her character is. while i don't condone anything she's done, i do understand why she ended up the way she did and can't help but wonder if she could've ended up differently if she grew up in a less hostile environment since her desire for control and perfection eventually is her undoing.

[perfectsunlight]

[14] SOMETHING REAL

warnings: none

jennie didn’t sleep. it wasn’t a matter of if she could, it was a matter of her not wanting to. she couldn’t remember the last time her daughter slept in her embrace, and she didn’t want to waste this rare opportunity. as she watched jane’s peaceful face, she felt a pang of regret. 

she wished she could turn back time, to be a better mother from the start. it was hard to think that at ivory’s age, jennie was already a mother. the idol knew she did the best she could with her circumstance, but it still pained her to know her role as a mother should’ve been more of a priority.

the house was silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. jennie’s mind wandered back to the early days of jane’s life, the nicu visits, and the overwhelming love that had filled her heart the first time she saw her tiny daughter fighting for her life.

��i’m sorry, valentine,” jennie whispered, her voice barely audible. “i know i haven’t been the best mother to you. i’ve made so many mistakes.” jane, who was still resting her head on her mother’s shoulder, stirred slightly but didn’t open her eyes. the older woman took a deep breath, feeling the need to unburden her heart.

“there are so many things i should have done differently,” jennie continued, her voice still soft and barely above a whisper. “i was young and scared, and i thought giving you up would be the best thing for you. but when i saw you in that incubator, fighting so hard, i knew i couldn’t let you go.”

she paused, gently stroking her daughter’s hair that was the same shade as her own. genetics were a funny thing. jane was physically a carbon copy of her mother. from the eyes and the face, all the way to her hair and hands. 

but even jennie knew her daughter’s personality came from her father. it was a bittersweet reminder of the man who had chosen not to be part of their lives.

“i’ve tried to be there for you in my own way, and i know you deserve so much more than i’ve been able to give. but i want you to know that i love you more than anything in this world.” the idol added, trying her best not to cry. she wouldn’t know what she’d say if her daughter saw her like this.

nevertheless, her own eyes betrayed her and welled up with tears. “you’re my everything, jane. and i’m so proud of the person you’re becoming. i just hope that one day, you can forgive me for not being the mother you needed.”

her tears flowed freely now, a silent testament to her sorrow and guilt, but also for her love for jane. the love of a mother who, despite her flaws and mistakes, wanted nothing more than to make things right. 

the blackpink member continued to stroke jane’s hair, her touch gentle and light as to not wake her sleeping daughter.  “i remember the first time i held you,” she murmured. “you were so tiny, so fragile. i was terrified. i didn’t know how i was going to take care of you, but i knew i had to try. i couldn’t let you go.”

she paused, taking a shaky breath. her emotions were all over the place, and even though ivory was fast asleep, she couldn't help but want to keep talking.  “every time i see you, i’m reminded of how lucky i am. you’ve grown into such an incredible young woman, and i’m so proud of you. i know i don’t say it enough, but i am.”

jennie’s voice wavered as she continued to reflect on her abilities as a mother. she had so many regrets, and she often wondered if that was just how being a parent is. you try your best, but still regret it all.  she hoped her daughter would understand how hard it was for her, too. 

“i know i’ve made so many mistakes, and i can’t change the past. but i want to be there for you now, in every way i can. i want to support you, to be someone you can rely on.” she gently wiped away her tears, her resolve strengthening. “i promise you, valentine, i’m not going to give up on you. i never have, and i never will. so even if you resent me for your entire life, just know that i will still be in your corner.”

jennie leaned down, pressing a kiss to jane’s forehead. “i love you more than words can say,” she whispered. “and i’m going to prove it to you, somehow, someway.”

the idol leaned back and shifted a bit so her daughter could sleep in her lap, and eventually jennie dozed off, too. however, jane was far from fast asleep.

as her mother’s breathing evened out, signaling that she had fallen asleep, ivory allowed herself to relax slightly. she shifted gently, making sure not to wake her mother, and stared up at the ceiling while tears fell from her eyes.

As the tears continued to fall, Ivory reflected on the countless times she had felt neglected, the moments she had resented Jennie for not being there, and the times she had wished for a different mother. Hearing her mother's heartfelt confession shattered those beliefs and replaced them with a confusing mix of emotions.

she recalled the times she had wished for a different life, for a mother who was more present and involved. but now, she realized that perhaps her mother had always been trying, in her own way, to be there for her. 

it wasn’t perfect, and it certainly wasn’t what jane had envisioned, but it was something real.

after what felt like forever, and with her mother’s words still echoing in her mind, jane drifted back into a more peaceful sleep, feeling a little less alone and a little more loved.

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[andreas-river]

I would love to request an Artist! Reader sketching out Ghost, König, and Horangi, Taking a guess on what they looked like underneath their mask. Once done, they gifted the picture to them, only to freak them out with how close they were at getting their features correct :D

Only if that’s okay with you! Thank you for taking a look!

Ghost/König/Horangi X Artist!Reader

TW: mention of insecurity, mostly fluff.

A/N: hello anon, and thank you for the request! It's my first time writing for Horangi, and I have to say that is a interesting character. It took me a while, but listening to his voicelines helped me a lot. Here they are because they are some funny ones and they deserve to be listened and shared!

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Ghost

You've been working on your sketch for days, and every pencil stroke gave you goosebumps. You've been dating him only for some months now, but he never removed his mask once, but it was okay since you were always a patient person. Yet you couldn't help but imagine what he looked like underneath the mask, often imagining what he looked like under those so expressive eyes.

And you'd finally had the chance, noticing a little extra skin that had come out into the open due to his mask being a little more loose than usual, and the urge to draw him was more stronger than before.

The paper was now full of erasures, and part of your fingers was now stained by the graphite, but after settling down and waiting for the right moment, you had handed him the paper, and then ran away with a pretense, a little afraid of what his reaction might be.

He simply shrugged his shoulder, walking back to his room, turning the paper over and over in his hands, making sure no one was around. When he felt safe to open it, he had to stop walking, admiring the drawing before the realization hit him. He has always been self-conscious, even if sometimes was reluctant to watch himself in the mirror, but how in the world- he literally made a 180 turn, almost running to catch you.

He had to make sure to make you swear on anything that you could no longer try to redraw him- you had come so close that his heart was beating too fast in his chest, but at the same time, to excuse himself he would give you so many compliments because you were so damn good at drawing, and then- if he could keep it forever.

König

For all this time, it was a guessing game with him, he was always a reserved person but with you he showed a more intimate part, revealing himself only when you were around and ending up sitting with you and admiring your hands at work, hypnotized by how they moved smoothly on the paper.

Unfortunately, he was called away for a mission and had to leave you for a few more weeks, but before he could turn away, your hands stopped him as you gave him a folded piece of paper and asked him to look at it only when he was alone- specifically alone.

The opportunity came when he finally sat down on the bed, he wasn't alone in the room, but everyone was sound asleep and he took the opportunity to finally see your drawing. He had never felt so curious in his life, and knowing that it was something you had done made his heart flutter in his chest.

It took him a while to realize that you were actually trying to draw his real face, and he stared at the paper in awe of how much it matched him.

He knew you could never see him, even when you slept together he wore something to cover his face, and if you'd tried to see he'd have noticed- one of the advantages of being a really light sleeper, but he was amazed to see it.

And honestly, he couldn't wait to get back to you, just to show you how close you'd gotten.

Horangi

To say that Horangi was a walking mystery is an understatement. The two of you came closer after so many months, but you knew very well that taking the next step would be harder than anything else.

You often fantasized about what he looked like under the mask he so stubbornly wore, and found yourself sketching his face- or more accurately, what it might have really been like, not sure if the features you imagined in your head were right or wrong, but you decided to try anyway.

All the time your pencil was on the paper, you didn't have a clear purpose, and only in the end you think that maybe the best thing to do would be to give him the drawing as a gift, maybe with a note at the bottom apologizing for the messy drawing.

You gathered all your courage and gave him the drawing folded up after dinner, knowing that he would go to his room and hoping that he would look at it in the privacy of his space. You knew it was a bold move that would definitely change something between you and him, but like everything else in life, you only live once.

You fall asleep with anxiety in your guts, but wasn't the same for Horangi.

The drawing in front of him was magnificent. He had never seen himself so beautiful, in reality, he felt normal, a type of man who would blend in perfectly with the crowd.

It wasn't exactly him, the cheek lines were definitely different and the hair was longer than it was in reality, but the rest of it was almost an exact copy of himself.

On the bottom he read, "Hi, sorry if it's messy, but I wanted to show you how I imagine you. You have the right to kick my ass at sparring tomorrow."

Under his mask, he smiled.

[pinkynana]

quiet girls

summary: you're the quiet girl who has a crush on hyuck but no one knows the amount of time you've masturbated to your crush. 

word count : 2.9k

cw : public sex, use of sex toys, masturbating, breast play, morning sex, cock riding, creampie, mention of cockwarming, reader acting innocent while she's a big perv, complicated fwb relationship, communication issues, attempt at angst i guess.

being the quiet, nerdy girl helped you a lot in covering your true self. they see you reading but they never know what exactly you're reading. you're thankful for that because if any of your coursemates ever find out that you're reading smut, you'd probably move to another country, get a new name and maybe even get plastic surgery. and no one should ever know the real reason why you requested a solo room in the dorms. 

what you do in your room is your business. 

"hyuck. hyuck. hyuck. fuck i'm gonna cum." you moaned, bouncing yourself on your dildo in the middle of your bedroom floor. there has been so many scenarios of having your classmate, lee donghyuck to fuck you dumb. you've always masturbated to celebrities or fictional characters until you met donghyuck. 

hyuck is probably the definition of fratboy. he's always going to parties, slacks a lot in classes, maybe fucked some girls here and there. those weren't the reason why you had a (mostly sexual) crush on him. you didn't even pay attention to him until one day, he walked behind you. 

everyone wanted to get out of the classroom, it was jammed. he was trying to get past you so he held both of your shoulders and slipped right past you. what triggered you was the fact that he bucked his hips into your ass while he did. all the while you had eye contact, too. 

other girls would see this as a sexual harassment but it turned you on instead. that day, you got back to your dorm room and fingered yourself, trying to recall that one second of moment you had with donghyuck.

-

staying up to fap is probably dumb considering you had morning class the other day. it is out of character for you but you slept through most of the class. 

you definitely weren't expecting a knock of a pencil on your head to wake you up. but there stood your fap material right in front of you, telling you to wake up. "they'll lock this classroom soon." he said. suddenly you panicked as you got up from your chair, causing your backpack to fall from your desk and your stuff pouring out of it. 

hyuck was just about to leave but the noise of your scattered stuff stopped him. he's not much of a helper but the moment he saw your stuff, he kneeled down. 

"interesting." he said, picking up your vibrator. fuck, why is that even in there. "it's always the quiet girls, they say." he chuckled. there were many thought playing in your head and you weren't sure why the loudest one was trying to convince you that this is the perfect opportunity for you to fuck him. like all the dreams you had. 

you remembered that you've once scribbled his name over and over again in one of your notebooks during a boring lecturer. if he caught it, he'd most definitely assume that you have a crush on him (which he would be right). so you drop that said notebook, clumsily open it to the page of his name and drop it again. 

he caught it. 

"wait, no!" you pretend to be embarrassed. the book is now in his hands as he laughed, looking at your writings. "tell me, ___" he took a deep breath. "do you use this while thinking about me?" he waved the vibrator to your face. 

"i- no! give it back!" of course he would pull it away. 

"if i give it back, you promise to show me how you use it?" this is so much better than what you've ever imagined. 

"wha- what are you talking about? just give it back!" 

"nuh uh, baby." he pushed your shoulder so you'd sit on the desk behind you. he turned on the vibrator in his hand. thank god it has batteries. "spread your legs for me." and thank god you chose to wear a skirt today. you try to open your legs as slow as possible to make it look like you didn't want this. you were hoping that you weren't too wet. 

but there was no time to check. donghyuck placed the vibrator on your pussy the same time he crashed your lips on yours. the thought of covering up from him has escaped your mind when you immediately buck your hips into your toy. your hands behind you as you push your hips to get more of the vibration. all the while hyuck's tongue was all over yours. 

his other hand started to unbutton your blouse, lips still attached on yours. and once it was fully unbuttoned, he pulled away. "play with yourself. i'm gonna play with your tits." you acted on it, pushing the vibrator against your clothed pussy. hyuck started groping you while still giving you kisses. you kept thinking about how long you've been dreaming for this to happen. 

he pushed down your bra to let your breasts out. he finally stopped kissing you, just so he could lick your nipples. you knew they were sensitive but you didn't expect it to be this sensitive. you felt like you could cum just from this. that's when you realize you really were about to cum. so you turn up the settings of your vibrator, push your panties to the side and let the toy mess with your clit. it's probably not ideal for you to be so loud at a public space but hyuck never stopped your moanings and tell you to keep it down. so you keep calling his name louder and louder until you came. 

"that was hot, baby." he gave more kisses on your cheeks. "but i need to fuck you. let's get out of here." you could see the bulge in his pants crying to be let out. he helped you button your blouse again. as the both of you tried to open the door, it was to no avail. 

"shit, i forgot they were going to lock the classrooms." he huffed. you looked around, trying your best not to be the one to suggest that he could just fuck you here. 

"you know what, lie down on the desk again. i'll eat you out." 

-

since that incident happened, fucking around with hyuck has become a habit. and if he weren't around to fuck you, you'd play with yourself instead. of course that thing has always happened even way before hyuck was inside you but now it's different. now you actually know what it feels like to have him thrust his dick inside you. so of course, it's different.

sometimes if he's too lazy to come over but still horny, he'd start off with some sexts which always end up with videocalling. it didn't matter to you. what matters is that you get to fill in your horny side while also enjoying the fact that lee donghyuck masturbates to the thought of you. 

hanging out with hyuck also meant getting invited to parties. it was never a "parties aren't my thing" with you. you were just never invited before. just because you study a lot, doesn't mean you hate parties. 

"why'd you wear such a short dress?" donghyuck asks when he sees you sitting on the tall stools by the counter. "what? you don't like it?" you teased, pulling the skirt to reveal more of your skin. but hyuck quickly grabbed your hand to stop it. he gave you a small kiss on the corner of the lips before whispering "behave." 

it sent shivers down your spine. how could a simple man who probably has no care in this world have so much power against you? you couldn't wait to be on his bed upstairs, fucking him all night. everything is exciting to you when it comes to hyuck. 

until you've sat alone on that counter for the past three hours, not knowing where hyuck is and whether he'd come for you or not. you weren't the socializing type, obviously. you weren't sure how exactly to make friends, even in socializing events such as this one. usually you'd wait around for hyuck to socialize with his friends as much as he liked and then he'd come to you and have your sexual innuendos of the night. but never this long and you're getting bored. 

so you stepped off the stool to head to donghyuck's room on your own.

you stepped out of the tight little dress to get comfy. it’s no use to dress up if hyuck isn’t around to take it off of you. so you sat there in your undergarments, turning on donghuck’s ipad to watch some show on it. not even half way of the first episode, the door opens as jeno walked inside with most of his shirt covered in what you guessed was beer. you couldn’t even cover yourself nor did you scream in panic. you could only blink slowly while jeno looked at you with a smirk. 

“huh, i knew donghyuck had a bitch coming in and out of this room. i just never thought it’d be you.” he naturally walked into the room, taking off his wet top. “guess i didn’t actually need a new shirt.” you panicked when he started approaching you, taking a seat right next to you.

“what are you doing alone, by the way?” he grabs your chin, ensuring that you’d look at him while you answered his question. before you could even push his hand away, comes in hyuck saying “you got your shirt yet?” 

the world seemed to pause for a moment until he kicked jeno out of his room.

“hyuck, i-” he shuts you up by crashing his lips onto you, pushing you back to lie down on the bed. he was far from drunk but you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. you tried to show how desperate you are to kiss him but it stopped when he pushed you away drastically. 

“can’t do this. you get out too.” which confused the hell out of you. ”why?” it’s unfair that he’d just kick you out like this considering you didn’t even do anything and his friend was the one who approached you. 

“didn’t you want to fuck him? go ahead.” he said coldly. you couldn’t help but scoff at the statement. “you didn’t even let me explain what happened!” 

“do you have to? both you and him have already stripped out of your clothes! if i was a second late, you’d be sucking his face.” 

“first of all, that’s not what happened. secondly, even if it is, why’d that piss you off this much? you can’t share me or something? it’s not like we agreed that we’d be reserved for each other”

“exactly! that’s why i’m letting you fuck him right now.”

“i dont fucking want that! i wasn’t wearing anything way before he came in! it’s not my fault you were partying hard downstairs and forgot about me..”

“---, you sound so deranged right now. go home.”

“no, hyuck! you’re deranged! why the fuck are you acting so pissed that your friend touched me!”

“you kissed me so desperately, why’s that? huh? because you’re so touch depraved, you’d kiss any guy coming your way? isn’t that why you dressed in skimpy clothes?”

and just like that, your hand landed on his cheek with a big slap. “you only get to call me a slut while you’re fucking me.”

-

that felt weird even for you. being called a slut by lee donghyuck was once a dream to you. but it felt disgusting when he was slut-shaming you that night. the whole night was just weird to you. why would hyuck even say those things to you? why’d he act so pissed when you never agreed to keep it exclusive? hell, you didn’t even have a talk about what you guys are. friends with benefits? fuck buddies? sex partners? you weren’t sure yourself. what you’re sure of is the lack of hyuck dick is basically killing you. but your ego is bigger than his dick. you wouldn’t go crying to him for some sex after what happened. he’s completely ghosted you. 

class was over 10 minutes ago. you decided to get out of the class a little later than everyone else because you didn’t want to go through the cramped hallways while a billion other classes finished at the same time. once you didn’t hear footsteps or voices outside, you got up to leave. but then came a line of students queuing up to use the elevator. you sighed and decided to use the stairs today. just two floors down, you encounter donghyuck making out with some girl. he even had one of her legs up around his waist. the two stopped when they acknowledged your presence. you try your best to display your poker face as you continue your steps down. 

-

you try not to get too bothered with what you saw today. maybe that’s how donghyuck felt when he saw you with jeno the other night. the feeling of uncertainty. you can’t be mad over something like this because you’re not his and he’s not yours. but it still stings the hell out of you as you think about how easily it was for him to replace you. while you still could only masturbate to him and no one else. maybe you should’ve just let jeno fuck you that night instead of arguing with hyuck. 

a knock on your window startled you from your empty thoughts while your hand was in your shorts. who else would it be if not him? 

you sighed before getting up to open your window. he stepped in with a smile that you didn't understand. "how's my girl?" naturally, he caressed your hair with his other hand on your waist to pull you close. you don't want to be hypocrite and go nuts over what you saw just now. "just missed you. that's it." 

"missed my cock, hmm?" 

"hyuck.."

"i know, baby. i messed up. i shouldn't have done that to you. i won't do it again."

you went silent. 

"what is that? and what is it? what are you apologizing for exactly?" 

"can we not argue anymore, babe? it's so-" 

"let's just fuck and get over with it." 

men will never understand. 

-

you thought you'd get used to waking up naked in donghyuck's arms. you remember the times he'd fuck you and leave like he has never heard such a thing as aftercare. now he's here and you're tracing random stuff on his chest, hoping he'd wake up from your soft touch. 

and he did. "morning, angel." he kisses the top of your head. you don't understand why he's being weirdly affectionate since last night but never really said anything about your argument or about what you saw. 

you leaned on him, looking at him without saying anything. "morning sex?" you just immediately started reaching for his cock under the covers while he started kissing you with a smile plastered on his face. when you're sure that he's hard, you move. "wanna ride you, hyuck." he guided you to sit on his lap, lips still stuck on yours. his hand goes up to caress your tits, squeezing it as much as he liked. 

slowly, you sink down onto his cock with a loud moan. "that's it, baby. good girl." the stretch always makes you go dizzy. you could feel your heart beating fast as you move yourself on his cock, moaning and whining with every bounce. 

"fuck yeah." you see donghyuck throwing his head back in pleasure. his hand goes back down to your waist, moving you as he pleases on his cock. "such a pretty slut," he said before he started kissing and biting your neck and your jaw, leaving his love bites all over you. you clench your fist on his shoulder, trying to bounce as fast as you could. wanting to feel all of him inside you. this is what it should feel like. fucking donghyuck without much thought about it. it's what you wanted for a long time. just have his cock inside you. other things about your unlabeled relationship with him shouldn't matter. all you need is to make each other feel good.

"so close, hyuck. wanna cum.." you whisper into his ear. that's when he pushes you to change the position. you could tell that he wanted to take care of the pace himself. thrusting into you in the best way possible. and you always take it like a good girl. "cumming! cumming, hyuck, please!" you grabbed his forearm as he fucked you good, you could feel yourself orgasming in no time. 

"where do you want it?" you knew that donghyuck was referring to his cum. weakly, you say, "anywhere you want.." with that, he grabbed your legs to go over his shoulder, his cock going deeper inside of you. you finally felt it when your cum mixed together with his inside of you. 

"let's stay this way." though you were the one who said that, you couldn't tell if you meant cockwarming or if you wanted to stay in this toxic unlabeled whatever was going on between the two of you. 

[lelelego]

You've vaguely mentioned Eli's life pre-bullet to the head before so I was wondering, is there any part of his old life that's liable to come back to haunt him eventually? Ex partners, old debts, stuff like that?

if anyone it'd most likely be his ex partner, who i frankly have not developed very much under the guise of "many of eli's memories from Before He Was Shot In The Head has been muddled resulting in a return to his bolder personality from when he was younger". he's got a name like damian, or ethan, or nathan (eli genuinely can't remember so neither will i!!!!)

anyway very long post about what happened pre-new vegas and what may come back to bite him in the ass that got away with me under the cut. SORRY IT'S SO LONG!!!

eli only remembers bits and pieces of this, but the essential bullet points of that mess is as follows:

eli gets into a travelling caravan that wants to see more of the world outside of shady sands. the caravan's leader is damian/ethan/nathan/gathan/kathan. he is very charming and very lovely to eli, as are the other people in the caravan (~about 7-8 people large, with 2 brahmin.)

he decides this is an excellent opportunity to pick up being a mailman to earn some caps along the road in addition to being the caravan's travelling engineer/repairman.

they make a happy bunch, taking on non-violent freelance work such as scavenging, repairs, ranching, trading, transport... making a good amount of caps for necessities and a treat or two. they get along, and eli is more and more charmed under the arm of dathan/iathan/rathan, and eventually confesses to him, much to the guy's delight and they start a Thing that eli is too scared to put a label on for fear of being booted out of the group by Creating Drama

they travel into utah and arizona.

-than is very hot and cold with eli; one second he'll be nudging shoulders with him and telling him sweet things, and the next he's yelling at eli for being too much of a burden because of his leg. (this is where eli gets very good at maintaining his leg brace.)

as they travel in utah and arizona the idea of becoming a caesar's legion protected caravan grows teeth in -than: there's more than enough work and it's no surprise that CL caravans are well protected and reap various benefits that simply don't come with being freelance.

while resting for the night sometime they're approached by a CL scouting squad and the leader has a drink with -than. obviously a recruitment effort, and it solidifies the idea for -than - but the scouting leader requires a buy-in or offer for caesar of some kind, caps, a valuable invention, or (you guessed it!) a pretty slave.

and boy, isn't eli just the prettiest thing?

so they start to travel together towards a bigger legion camp, but the CL scout doesn't exactly keep this deal under wraps, and espouses to eli the wonders of being a slave under caesar's legion. he could have such a wonderful life being his, not having to worry where he slept, when his next meal is, hell, not having to think at all! wouldn't that be wonderful?

eli escapes that mess the very next night. being small and quiet's always had its disadvantages, but not that night.

eli ends up escaping to the nearest town without a CL flag and pays what he can to another caravan to bring him along, that he can fix things real good and pay them a little more from his paycheck from the mojave express.

he manages his way back to shady sands to his sister camille, who's working as part of the local police force (still under NCR?) in the city, but the anxiety that -than knows where he might be gets to him and he starts travelling in california again, jumping from caravan to caravan and town to town delivering mail and earning what he can by offering repairs and gun/armour mods.

up until he lands the strange job to new vegas.

so like i said before eli really doesn't remember a lot of this, all he knows 100% is that there was a guy named -than who tried to sell him into the legion in exchange for a caravan contract, and he managed to run away. he gets bits and pieces in dreams that make his heart rate increase by 200% but that's really it. i imagine -than was probably very unhappy he escaped and the big fat paying contract with CL either fell through or he got something subpar, and holds a grudge against the one person who decided not to go along with his plans for once.

and if you made it here thanks for reading!!!!

[avenging-fandoms]

hiii can i pls make a request for pedro pascal angst?? like maybe, pedro has been getting real distant to yn and yn is worried and tries to approach him but he ends up lashing out because he’s stressed out with work and stuff - and yn like has a moment of woah where they can’t swallow what he just said and pedro feels bad so he comforts them afterwards. thank uuu <3

You couldn't remember the last time Pedro slept in bed with you. He would come home late and fall asleep on the couch. He could make it to the bedroom, but he chooses not to. He doesn't even know how many nights you spent crying because he chose to do that.

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, knowing he's been working hard. But he's not the only one who works and wasn’t the only one who was tired. You just wanted your boyfriend back.

Pedro would make small talk, and kiss you maybe once a day. You didn't know what you did wrong. You tried so hard to not be in his way and even help out, but he didn't budge.

You had a great opportunity to talk to him. Pedro was sitting on the couch on his phone, he was calm. You took a deep breath and sat a few cushions away from him, and he just glanced from the side of his eye.

"Pedro.. can I talk to you about something?" you ask softly and he shrugged. "I don't know what I have done to make you not want to be around me.." your voice started to shake and your eyes welled. Fuck. You were never good with confrontation. "But I just want you to tell me so we can fix.."

"No, Yn. There is no discussion that needs to be had. I’m fine, you’re fine, it’s fine” he snapped and you look at him angrily with tears in your eyes as you sat up and his eyes were still on his phone.

"You don't get to tell me how I'm feeling, Pedro. I don't feel loved, you barely come to bed anymore. You don't kiss me, come home for lunch, anything. I'm hurt, Pedro. Why are you-"

His head snapped towards you, standing up as his fingers tightly holding his phone as he looked at you with cold, dark eyes.

"Enough!" he raised his voice. You flinched. This had never happened before, and you were terrified to see your sweet boyfriend being such an angry person. "You don't get it, do you? How fucking exhausting it is having to film different projects at the same time, interviews, people on the fucking internet talking about whatever you do. You work in an office, our jobs aren't the same. You will never get it. Stop blaming me for everything. A relationship has 2 people" he fell back on the couch. "Just.. leave me alone and stop annoying me"

You felt like you couldn't breathe. You got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom, slamming the door and falling on his pillow and sobbing. The smell of him is gone. It was like he was dead and you were living with his ghost.

You bawled quietly into his pillow, curled into a ball as everything hurt. You sat up, knowing that's now how you should be spoken to, no matter what.

You grabbed a bag from your closet, grabbing shirts and whatever off the hangers all while crying all over again about what he said. You squatted on the floor in front of the bed with a hand on your forehead, hand on the bed as you supported yourself.

You loved your job and Pedro knew you loved your job too. You always told him his lifestyle would never be for you but you loved supporting him whenever you could. He used it all against you.

As soon as you left the room, Pedro's eyes trained on the wall as his phone screen dimmed. Every word was poisoned from his mouth as he spoke to you, all while yelling. That's not how he wanted to react, but he was so over exhausted and sad he couldn't help it, his mouth moved faster than his brain.

Pedro left his phone on the couch as his bare feet carried him to your bedroom. He could hear your sobs from outside of the room and he closed his eyes. This was his fault. In your 5 years of being together, he never yelled at you. It wasn't Pedro, this wasn't Pedro.

He grabbed the handle and twisted it slowly, pushing it open and saw you sobbing next to a pile of your clothes stacked in your bag. His heart fell on the floor.

"Yn.." his voice was inaudible. You turn around and glare at him, standing up. His eyes warmed up, and his eyebrows furrowed with his puppy dog look.

"Don't. How dare you speak to me like that?" you cry and he bows his head, picking it up and stepping towards you. "You yelled at me like you were a prison guard. And attacked my job! Are you serious?" you couldn't catch a breath between words and sobs.

Pedro's arms wrap tightly around you as your hands cover your face. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you and I'm so sorry I said those things. I know it's no excuse but my brain was so full of everything I had to do the past couple of months." his hands rub your back and you drop your hands.

"I know that, Pedro. I understand. But why have you been treating me like I was just someone you live with?" your sticky cheeks held pieces of your hair and Pedro pulled them off as he held your face.

"I don't want you to see me like that. But I know how shitty I've been, and I'm so sorry for everything" the sadness in your eyes broke his heart and he softly kissed your nose. "I have a month break next week. Why don't we find somewhere beautiful to travel for 2 weeks of that month, hm?"

You nod, a soft pout still on your lips. "But for now, how can I make up for what I did?"

You smirk. "You put all my clothes away while I take a bath. And you have to make it" Pedro chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth and you placed your hands on his stomach.

Pedro headed to the bathroom and you followed, sitting on the toilet seat cover as you watched him prepare your bath. His iPad with your favorite show, bubbles and bath bombs, even petals.

He turned around and still on his knees, grabbed the back of your thighs and kissed from above your knee to the hem of your shorts, never once breaking eye contact. "You are the most beautiful flower in the gardens of the Heavens" his voice was hoarse, and bit of a whimper slipping off certain letters.

"I'm very close to forgiving you" you let out a hum as you sigh when Pedro pushes up your shirt and kisses below your stomach. Your hand gripped the hair at the back of his neck as his nails scratch down your back.

Pedro stands up and takes off your shirt, mentally moaning at the sight of you wearing no bra. "Your bath awaits, princesa" he kisses your neck and holds your hand as you step in and relax, hitting play on your show. "Enjoy, my flower"

Pedro leaves the bathroom and leaves the door open just a crack. He put the pile of clothes on the bed and sorted them, humming songs as he hung up your shirts and put away pants and socks.

You finished your bath and dried off, leaving the bathroom with his iPad and he laid on the bed with new clothes waiting for you at the foot of the bed, glass of wine next to your side of the bed.

You smile as you get dressed, combing your hair and jumping in bed next to him. His arms wrap around your back and your face squishes in his chest. "I'm sorry, for everything"

Pedro's thumb touched your chin and you smile, pushing your nose against his. "I forgive you. Now, I need you to make up for all of those kisses I never got"

Pedro smirked and grabbed your face, kissing you over and over against as you giggle. Soon the kisses turn slow and your arms wrap around his neck. This is was you needed, craved for months. You waited for this Pedro to come back, your Pedro.

[thatsdemko]

parade - p.mahomes

masterlist

requested: y

pairing: dad!patrick mahomes x mom!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + established relationship

a/n: there is no mention of Jackson in this because let’s be real here Jackson is annoying.

the parade was always the most chaotic, but yet the funnest celebration of all time. tons of fans, family, and friends being there to reign in the championship win over the eagles.

Patrick, your husband, had the amazing idea of bringing your kids along for the parade. it was not up your alley and it wasn’t your ideal way of celebrating, but you couldn’t say no to the look on their faces after their dad told them they were coming.

your daughter, riley, was three and had absolutely zero interest in the game, let alone the parade, but your son Luke, who was five, his eyes lit up to the idea and you couldn’t say no to him. he begged you until he fell asleep the night before the parade. you both weren’t sure you’d be able to get any sleep.

that morning of the parade, Luke was already wide awake in his chiefs gear and his winter coat by the time you both made your way to wake your kids up. Luke hadn’t slept since the Super Bowl win, and he sure wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to celebrate with his dads teammates.

“so I guess he’s coming?” you quietly asked, turning to your husband who barely was awake or sober. the past couple of days, for Patrick, was lots of alcohol consumed and not a lot of water consumption. you weren’t even sure how he was alive.

“it’ll be fine! it’s not like it’s going to scar him.” if only Patrick could turn back on his choice of words because there you and your kids were watching everyone on the double decker bus get absolutely wasted.

sure, your kids didn’t seem to notice because they were too busy having fun with their grandparents, other players, and fans. they enjoyed the crowd cheering on their dad. but it was your job to make sure Patrick didn’t fall, do anything stupid to the Lombardi, and keep track of your kids. so you couldn’t have as much fun as your husband was.

“having fun?” he asked pressing his lips against yours. you could taste the beer on your tongue, and it nearly caused you to throw up in your mouth. it was a cute sight to see of him dancing around and rilling up the fans.

“not as fun as you are.” you chuckled adjusting the ski goggles on his face so they fit over his eyes properly. you could see your son in the reflection of the goggles dancing with his sister and a couple of the other wives on your bus. it made you smile that they were having just as much fun.

“are you watching them through my goggles?” he asked nodding his head in your kids direction. you turned around to look at them, Luke holding Riley’s had as they danced around in circles with not a care in the world. they were screaming Patrick’s name and waving to fans when they could. it was adorable how loved they were by chiefs fans.

“sometimes I wish I could just pause these moments.” he said pulling out his phone to show you his lock screen of luke holding riley when she was born. he hadn’t changed it since then, despite the many pictures the two had been forced to take together.

“me too. you ever think about having just one more?” you asked, turning back to your husband to see he was removing his goggles from his face to get a better look to see how serious you were. the question was constantly on his mind, but there was never a right time to ask. with another championship win down, the timing couldn’t have been better.

“are you asking me to make a championship baby with you?” he asked. you nodded your head eagerly pulling him in for a kiss, “only if you’re down, champ?”

“when can we start?”

[nevraeldarya]

Hello, so sorry to bother you, I just have a few questions I've been wondering about for a while, so sorry if this is kinda all over the place:

What was it that made poseidonas start to view Rhea as his daughter? I get that he couldn't really do much about her insulting and ignoring him cuz killing her would kill him (probably), but at what point did he go into denial about her being his daughter? (If that makes sense).

When Poseidonas first met Rhea, could he tell that she was his (alternate’s) Daughter? (I'm assuming that he could tell cuz of her aura, and that Poseidon’s essence is the same regardless of universe), if so, what was his initial reaction and opinion of her?

What is the opinion of Sally in the ROR universe? Like, from both humanity and gods? Cuz, from their point of view, this is a HUMAN who not only slept with a god, but slept with Poseidon and had a child with him (something that is impossible in the ROR world), and had RJO poseidon say that she is a queen among mortals lol

Also, completely unrelated note: I saw that ask about how Aidoneus is living his best life, and I can't help but agree for both brothers. Cuz they now have an heiress/heir, and they didn't need to have sex or anything to have them, and they are biological related to them (idk if it's biological cuz their gods, but still) (I know they could adopt, I'm not looking down on adoption, I just think that as Emperor's blood ties would be important to them from a bloodline perspective, if that makes sense?)

Anyways, sorry to bother you. I hope you have a nice day😅

What was it that made poseidonas start to view Rhea as his daughter? I get that he couldn't really do much about her insulting and ignoring him cuz killing her would kill him (probably), but at what point did he go into denial about her being his daughter? (If that makes sense).

He didn't go into any denial stage or anything, she exist and that's it, but what cemented the idea of her being his daughter was after the war with Kronos and he gave her the Lady of the Vortex title

When Poseidonas first met Rhea, could he tell that she was his (alternate’s) Daughter? (I'm assuming that he could tell cuz of her aura, and that Poseidon’s essence is the same regardless of universe), if so, what was his initial reaction and opinion of her?

He knew, he just didn't give a fuck 🤣, he thought she was annoying and pathetic, and cause they are stuck together he decided to correct her and make her less pathetic, thus creating the warrior Rhea we know and love.

What is the opinion of Sally in the ROR universe? Like, from both humanity and gods? Cuz, from their point of view, this is a HUMAN who not only slept with a god, but slept with Poseidon and had a child with him (something that is impossible in the ROR world), and had RJO poseidon say that she is a queen among mortals lol

Tbh, Poseidonas finds her okay (which is really a high compliment from him) he likes her cooking, Aidoneus also likes her, what Poseidonas especially approves about her is that PJO Poseidon did invite her to live with him under the sea and protect her, usually any other human would have jumped to the opportunity and accepted, but Sally refused cause she wanted to rely on her own strength and raise her daughter, Poseidonas approves of that.

In the ROR universe ... well the others gods can't really say anything can they when Sally has Aidoneus and Poseidonas on her side ya know ?

Also, completely unrelated note: I saw that ask about how Aidoneus is living his best life, and I can't help but agree for both brothers. Cuz they now have an heiress/heir, and they didn't need to have sex or anything to have them, and they are biological related to them (idk if it's biological cuz their gods, but still)

REAL ! gods don't have DNA but their essence is a clear link.

Aidoneus is a very busy god who rarely takes vacaccion, despite many other death gods existing they don't do the job he does, the other death gods are just the managers or chief of a department while Aidoneus is the whole ass CEO of the Underworld, so he is BUSY, which means, he never had time for anything romantic wise, and when he has time he spends it with his family not pursuing someone.

I never wrote this, but ROR Persephone snuck into the Underworld to hide from her mother for a bit, you'd think the whole Hades and Persephone would happen then too, but nooo Aidoneus grabbed ROR Persephone like a cat and dropped her at the door of her mother's house and banned her from the underworld cause she went and caused some chaos there 🤣. Poseidonas hates anything to do with romance, in ROR universe Amphitrite does not exist, his TRIDENT is AMPHITRITE, that's the name craved on his Trident.

And now you're telling them that they get kids for free because their counterparts are idiots ? Neat !

Now they have little heirs, awesome 🤣

(I know they could adopt, I'm not looking down on adoption, I just think that as Emperor's blood ties would be important to them from a bloodline perspective, if that makes sense?)

Sure they could adopt, but it isn't the same thing as having someone that has your essence, so yeah the "bloodline" (or essence line here) is important.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

hiiii !! how are you?

well i saw your post on both axl and erin and axl and stephanie and i’d like to discuss this with someone !!

i saw many people say over the years, how erin was maybe too dependent on axl, and she seems very clingy in most of the photos and interviews, so, my thought is that maybe axl felt a little suffocated, plus i heard they had problems about axl sleeping with a bunch of different groupies while being with erin, so… (i don’t know how true that might actually be is just things i’ve heard and pieced together after seeing axl’s letters to erin in erin’s auction)

for stephanie i believe she was more mature and more like a femme fatale, don’t really know how to explain that one but i feel that axl was infatuated with her on a different level, since she had her own big modeling career, money, a child, etc. so maybe axl saw stephanie more as an equal(? and he saw erin as a target for his rage given her personality and his own struggles

Hello, dear! I'm good. How are you?

I completely agree with you. Erin did seem to be the clingy type. Behind closed doors, she probably wasn't the sweet, innocent girl we've seen in photos or interviews, she might've been a wild child with a darker flare.

Erin's zodiac sign is Scorpio and they are known to get a little possessive in their relationships. Aquarians, like Axl, are the exact opposite - they need freedom to be alone and express themselves. They cannot be tied down to a relationship, be smothered, or get pushed into a corner. Aquarians need freedom, while Scorpios need fulfillment, so the two signs contradict each other. Not saying it's impossible for that relationship to work out, it's just a little more difficult to obtain compared to other Zodiac relationships.

I’m not good at detecting body language, but here, it appears Axl is backing away from Erin’s persistent touch.

Yes, Axl slept with many girls over the years, and has two rape charges held against him (that's a whole other topic to tackle lol). It is in a rockstar's profession to sleep with groupies and party. Though it is not a requirement. Some rockstars choose to live their lives this way while others want to remain faithful to their spouses. Either way, I view it as men doing these lucky women favors by giving them pleasure and having them indulge in the fun life since not a lot of women get to have that opportunity. Of course, there's downsides to being a groupie, but I'll continue to glorify it in my own personal fantasies, hehe.

During this 1989 interview, when Axl introduced the world to Erin as his wife, people claimed Axl looked more like "a proud father" towards Erin as opposed to being her husband. What I'm suggesting is Erin might've also seen Axl as a father-figure since her relationship with her real dad wasn't great. Hence, daddy issues.

"Daddy? Daddy Axl?” | guarantee you those words slipped from her mouth 🤭

I agree with your observation about Stephanie. She definitely had her own life put together and had responsibilities that Erin never acquired. I think her modeling career made her grow up fast, too, since she was thrusted into the industry at a young age and had to work her way to the top. Axl even claimed Stephanie was perfect for him because he could mold her into something she should be. I think he saw her as an ideal partner but became wrecked after discovering her dating history.

Erin was a caregiver and didn't seem to have much of a backbone which may be the reason why Axl took his anger out on her. Stephanie stood up for herself, and was also stubborn, yet we all know what happened to her when she tried fighting Axl. Both women couldn't win around him 🙄

[yandere-fics]

♡ Selene's Little Sister Darling Has A Date ♡

(Reader is a bit naive. Selene is so icky I love her so much. Uhm just like so many warnings, daddy kink, exhibitionism, murder, threatening to fuck you next to a dead body, piss kink, just like be warned lol, the piss kink is minor though and mostly ignorable. This is 3,004 words, I hope you like it.)

Selene had still not gotten the opportunity to tell you that you were soulmates yet but she wasn't too worried, you were her good obedient sister and you'd been very receptive to her increase of affection these last few months so she could deal with a bit of blue balls while she slowly got you used to more and more touching, sure she could just take you and you'd love her anyways because you were soulmates and you were a good girl but you were also her fragile little sister and she thought you deserved more than the common whore she bedded. Didn't mean she wasn't fucking your thighs every night as you let her hold you in your sleep. Just because she couldn't make you feel good yet didn't mean she didn't deserve to feel good.

You just had to ruin it though by telling her you had a date, she didn't know where you met this fucker because she kept you inside with her most of the day but she had to put you in your place and let you know you were her soulmate at the same time so she just gritted her teeth and told you to invite them over to talk to her before you went on the date just so she could make sure they were safe for you to be around and being the good girl she knew you could be before this bitch got in your head and told you that you needed anyone but your big sister, you obliged not expecting her to pick them up by the throat when they came in, dragging them to a chair and tying them up and gagging them as soon at they arrived.

"Selly! What are you doing?" Cute little tears formed in your eyes, that was a good sign, you were still her good little sister, you'd obey her when she got to the next part. She moved to sit on the couch, forcing you to straddle her lap and placed your hands on her belt buckle.

"Look dove, I'm real angry that bastard over there had the audacity to ask you on a date, so much that I want to kill them, but I'm a nice big sister and I don't want to have to make you see someone's corpse so I need you to do something for me, I need you to ride me so I don't kill that bitch over there, think you can do it."

"I-I can do it Selly. I'll be g-good." You sniffled trying to hold back your tears, you had to be strong so your date wouldn't be killed just because you flirted with them and asked them out, you didn't dare tell Selene you'd been the one that asked them out though, you don't know what she'd do to you then. You scooted back to unbuckle her belt and pull her dick out of her boxers, you knew it was big, you could sort of feel it at night when she slept in just her boxers but you hadn't grasped just how big it was and that thing had to go inside you. "Selly? Can't I just do other things i-instead, i-it's too big."

"We could but then your friend over there would have to die and you don't want that right?" You shook your head, beginning to cry lightly as you lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side and braced yourself for what you were going to have to do. "I'll be nice, why don't you let me finger you open a bit and you tell me how much you love your big sister and would never leave me for that trash over there."

"I-I love you, S-selly, you're so ahh nice to me and you nghhh protect me," You gasped as she shoved two fingers inside you trying hard to adjust to her long thick fingers but she wasn't making it easy when she thrust them in and out roughly.

"Aww have you run out of things to say? As soon as you don't have anything to say you have to take my cock, remember that." She tutted scissoring her fingers inside you to prep you for her, teasing you with a third one. "Just keep talking while I do my thing."

"A-and you're so warm when we cuddle at night a-and you're so s-sweet to me and ahh always take care of me even when I ahhh d-don't d-deserve it! A-and you're really n-nice-" She started chuckling, cutting you off as she pulled out her fingers and lined her cock up with your hole.

"Awww that one was a repeat sweet dove, it seems like you're ready for me." You tensed trying to squirm out of her grasp, you don't think you'd ever be ready for that thing, it might tear you apart but she seemed oblivious to your fight and only slowly began to lower you down.

"N-no Selly, please I c-can come up with m-more! You're uhm you're ahhhhh~" you let out a really loud moan as she quickly shoved you down until half of it was inside of you. You placed your hands on her shoulders to try and prevent her from making you take anymore. It felt good but it was terrifying, firstly you shouldn't be enjoying having your sister's cock inside of you, this was only supposed to be to save your date's life, but also because if you took anymore you feared you'd be in a lot off pain.

"See, I'm nice, I helped you take the first half dove, don't I get a kiss for being so sweet to you?" You whimpered and shook your head still struggling to adjust to her. "No? That's too bad, I guess your friend is a step closer to death. If you want to save them you should hurry up and take the rest of it."

"B-but Selly it hurts-" "B-b-b-b-but nothing, you know what hurt more? Seeing you talk about that bitch over there that asked you out, don't you want to apologize for hurting your sister's feelings?" You whimpered as she mocked you but nodded your head solemnly trying to force yourself to take more squealing as she got fed up and shoved you down the rest of the way. "You really should thank me for being so nice to a brat like you who invited someone else into our home."

"I-I know Selly, y-you're too nice t-to me, I d-don't deserve a sister like y-you." You sobbed, leaning your head against her chest and trying to calm down and just take deep breaths, if you got too emotional then your date who was still watching would die, you had to save them even if it meant beginning to rock your hips before you were ready to do so. You probably would have cum from how good it felt if it wasn't for the pain you were feeling from being stretched so suddenly.

"That's right, but guess what dove? It's okay because I love you so fucking much." She pressed her hand against your face and you leaned into it, clenching as she said that, it almost helped you forget there wasn't someone else in the room. "I really want us to be okay and love each other again but that can't happen if I have to kill someone in front of you cause they coveted my soulmate."

"S-soulmate?" You gently rocked your hips back and forth, a bit pleased with this revelation, until you remembered you still had to prevent her from killing your date before you could even start to bask in the joys of her being your soulmate, you didn't want that person's death to be your fault and you really didn't want to be the reason Selene had to kill again, though you didn't know how often Selene had killed for you for literal centuries.

"That's right dove you're my soulmate. I really don't want you to have to see a dead body so go ahead and ride me so I forget all about my anger, I don't enjoy being angry with you, little sister." You nodded and started to bounce up and down slightly, you were scared to lift up too much though cause it hurt to get it in in the first place so you wanted to try to keep it in as much as possible.

"I'll b-be good Selly, just let them go." You whined, your legs shaking as you drew close to an orgasm, trying to hold back so the person didn't see you cum on your sisters dick and think of you as an absolute freak but that made you slow down which Selene tsked at.

"I don't know how you plan on distracting me from my anger by moving so slowly little dove. You wouldn't happen to WANT your friend over there to die, would you?" You shook your head trying your hardest to pick up the pace, crying loudly as you came all over her cock, shaking and whimpering as you tried to continue despite how spent you were from cumming just once. "Aww poor dove, I didn't say you could cum."

"I-I'm s-so sorry S-selly! P-please forgive me!" You sobbed, leaning your head against her chest again as you tried to pick up pace again despite the overstimulation. She placed her hands on her hips to stop you causing you to cry louder.

"I know something you can do in order to get me in a good mood again-" "What is it?" You interrupted, despite to get her to calm down again after you nearly ruined everything.

"Bad girl, don't interrupt me. Next time you're about to cum, I want you to call me daddy and beg daddy to make you cum, is that alright dove?" You nodded rapidly starting to bounce up and down again, your tongue hanging out a bit from how good it felt causing her to laugh again. "You're the cutest little slut I've ever seen, little dove."

"N-not a s-slut d-daddy." You whimpered trying to keep the fast pace up so she wouldn't get angry and try to kill your date again, you reached up and tossed your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra hoping seeing your chest would also help to distract her from the girl behind you watching this all go down.

"Aww yes you are little dove, don't even try to deny it, but that's okay because you're daddy's slut, no one else's." You whined again as she cupped your tits, running her fingers along your nipples, her fingers still partially wet with your own fluids. She couldn't resist and spat on them just a bit, delighting as you shivered from the feeling, clenching around her again, preparing for another orgasm. "Hop off for a moment dove. I want to make sure she sees you cream around my cock, that way this will never happen again."

You hesitated but got off regardless, this was for all of your sakes, Selene wouldn't have to kill again and your date would get to walk over of here alive, you just needed to get through this one last part and it would all being okay so you got up and turned around, biting your lip to hold back sounds as Selene lowered you down onto her cock, her arms coming up under your knees and spreading you wide for your date to see just how much of a mess you'd already made on her cock, she wasn't moving you with her arms anymore, instead she was only using her hips to piston in and out of you rapidly, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as she kept rubbing against all the sensitive parts inside you, you were really starting to grow to enjoy the pain from the stretch as much as you hated to admit it, it made sense though, Selene always did say soulmates like everything the other does to them no matter what so of course you enjoyed even the pain she was giving you.

"You see this, bitch? You see how much of a slut my perfect little sister is for me? This is MINE, you were never going to get a piece of this, you bitch. She's mine, is that right, dove?" You nodded dumbly, your poor abused pussy practically gushing around her cock at her words, you whimper as you felt yourself begin to approach orgasm again.

"D-daddy? I n-need to p-pee, s-stop." You whimpered as she pressed down on your stomach in order to make you cum quicker.

"Shh, it's alright, you're about to cum dove, just focus on that." You whimpered as you remembered what she told you to do when you were about to cum in order to save your date.

"D-daddy, please make me c-cum." You sobbed not sure if you'd be able hold off long enough for her to give you permission plus you were really sure you had to pee but you knew you should trust her words, there's no way she'd lead you astray right? "Please please please make me cum daddy!"

"Cum for me, my sweet dove, cum." You whined as you came, slowly devolving into sobbing as you realized in horror you really did pee all over her lap and while it felt good to have her cum shooting up into you, it still couldn't dull your depression at having ruined everything. She released your legs from over her arms, grinning as she looked down and saw what happened. "Aww I must have pushed my sweet dove too hard, it's alright, go wash up and lay in my bed for me, little sister, I have to deal with your friend here and then I'll clean up and join you."

You nodded sadly heading to the bathroom to shower, as you got in though you heard your date shriek as Selene snapped their head. "Don't come out here, little dove or I'll be very angry." She knew you, she knew you'd try to rush out as soon as you heard something happen but she really didn't want you to have to see this unless you misbehaved. You remained silent as she hopped in the shower with you, washing you gently and then turning for you to wash her like you normally did, frowning when you didn't but shrugging it off and washing herself, poor thing, must be exhausted, she'd have to take you on a date to treat you tomorrow, after she disposed of the body in the morning.

She toweled you off, picking you up gently and taking you to her room to cuddle. She really must have worn you out cause you weren't even cuddling at close to her as usual, that was fine though cause she had enough love to give to make up for your tiredness. But then you started to cry and she started panicking trying to find the best way to calm you which was obviously with her dick. She stuck it in and slowly started to rock you back and forth on it as she spooned you.

"Shhh, it's alright, we're soulmates, anything I do to you is alright. Relax little dove." She brought one arm around your neck in a very loose chokehold hoping it would calm you down to have her pressed so close to you. "Daddy's got you, your big sister is here, just think about how good my cock feels filling every crevice of this sluttly little body of yours."

"You lied, you're a liar." You sobbied trying not to feel good as she fucked you, you had to act like this felt terrible or else she would think it's okay to go back on her word again. She was a stupid liar and you didn't want to look at her or think about how good her dick felt, stupid liar with a really nice cock that seemed to hit every sweet spot inside of you, you bit your lip to avoid moaning, you wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Your body was much more honest though and you unfortunately couldn't stop it from clenching around her as you drew close to another orgasm.

"Cum for me, dove." You came again as she gave a particularly hard thrust. "Heh, I'm surprised my little sister didn't piss all over me again."

You started to sob again and she felt really bad for teasing you, it was just a light joke to lighten the mood, she wasn't at all upset or bothered you peed a bit, in fact she liked it! She liked she made you feel so good you could hardly control anything, and it was nice that fuckface was forced to see her make you feel so good you wet yourself, really she wasn't berating you dove! Shushing you wasn't seeming to help though so she had to resort to threats instead since that had seemed to work so well before.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to take you back out there and fuck you next to their corpse and you'll have to watch their lifeless eyes judge you for being so wet for their murderer." You let out a loud sob, shaking your head rapidly and pleading for her not to do that. "You don't want that? Then be good and cum on daddy's cock again."

"It's t-too much." You whined as she lifted your leg over her thigh to spread you and started slamming in and out of you rapidly. She wanted to help you but you were being to bratty so you had to cum without her rubbing and and down your cute little clit.

"Cum for me and I'll take you on a cute date tomorrow, anywhere you want to go, I promise." You nodded, passing out finally as she made you hit your fourth orgasm of the night, pressing back against her contently in your sleep.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6883

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, anal sex, oral sex, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

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20. An Inquiry

This Chapter: They’ve only been married for a matter of months, after all. It seems almost insultingly soon for the mothers of Society to be sending in their requests to make enviable matches.

As Congress enters its fall session, Steve gets very busy with work. He’s away from the house most of the time, leaving early in the mornings and staying at his office in the city until late at night. He rarely makes it home for lunch anymore, and many suppers are missed as well, the servants wrapping up a plate to be reheated hours later. 

In the mornings, Bucky hates waking up alone in their bed, the heat of Steve’s large body already faded from the sheets. He knows that his husband is a Senator, is important, but that doesn’t make lonely meals or going to bed by himself any easier. Steve never initiates sex anymore, and it’s almost hurtful, even though Bucky knows it’s because he’s so busy, so tired. There’s little opportunity for Bucky to try and initiate sex either. He’s a heavier sleeper than Steve. Oftentimes the Alpha will slip into bed one night and right back out the next morning, Bucky having slept soundly through both events.

All of a sudden, Bucky misses the intimacy that’d been growing between them as new husbands. He feels, well … neglected.

“I’m tired, Baby,” Steve will say, when Bucky does manage to wake up in the night, when he turns over and spoons up against his Headship’s sleeping warmth, tries to slip a hand over Steve’s waist and down the front of his pajama pants. “Tomorrow, Babe,” Steve will promise, and rearrange Bucky in his arms with a sleepy, close-eyed smile. 

But those promises never materialize, and Bucky still wakes alone more often than not.

It’s just the lifestyle, he knows. Steve is a Senator. He’s dealing with important bills, working hard on legislation and coalitions, all for the good of their country. He’s down to DC every other week, and Bucky knows that his husband hates the traveling, especially when it’s only for a day or two of endless bickering sessions and snail’s-pace progress. 

“Long train trips have a great way of pointing out how old I am,” he tells Bucky wryly, but he’s only thirty, and Bucky makes fun of him for complaining.

“Right, because you’re so ancient.”

“Hey, you don’t know,” Steve gives a lopsided smile. “The benches are godawful.”

“Come upstairs with me,” Bucky cajoles one morning, taken by Steve’s expression. The alpha is dressed for travel and surrounded by his baggage in the foyer, waiting for Jarvis to bring the car around to take him to Grand Central Station. Bucky grabs his hand and gives a pull towards the stairs. “Real quick? It won’t take ten minutes.” He’s envisioning Steve pressed up against their bedroom wall and Bucky on his knees, a hasty suckjob while he jerks himself off. He offers Steve a saucy wink as he tugs on his hand. “C’mon, I want to give you a proper send off.” 

Steve laughs and extricates himself from Bucky’s grasp, giving good-natured excuses about how he won’t be able to control himself from taking things further, and how he’ll most certainly miss his train. He brushes him off, and Bucky has to pretend that it doesn’t hurt his feelings when the only intimacy he receives from his Headship is a placating kiss on his cheek.

“Be good,” Steve says, turning for the door. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Bucky pouts, put out. He supposes the honeymoon phase is over.

One of Bucky’s jobs as Steve’s Spouse is to sort through the daily mail. As a senatorial household, they receive quite a lot. Sharon brings it to him after lunch most days, and Bucky sits at a little writing desk that’s in the back parlor and sorts through it all. The bulk of the mail is business related for Steve’s position, and Bucky knows not to go opening that. He gives those sorts of things back to Sharon for Steve to open at his leisure.

Bucky receives letters from his mother weekly, and also a fair number of social inquiries. There are weekly requests from other Society betas and omegas, asking Bucky to attend their teas and luncheons, their garden parties and charities. Bucky wouldn’t know how to get through something as tedious as a garden party, finding the prospect of such frivolous events to be dreadfully irksome. He has contemplated joining a charity board or two, but the rest are all firm impossibilities.

He prides himself on the fact that he’s gotten quite good at penning the most eloquent and polite refusals, so it’s quite the occasion when he opens a letter one afternoon with a specific social request to which he has no idea how to respond. He’s just set the letter opener down after opening the blush stained stationary that’s been addressed to: 

The Beta Spouse of Capt. Senator Steven G. Rogers, Lord James B. Rogers.

At first he’s only wondering about what sort of person would select pale pink stationary on which to write their correspondence, but that thought is wiped from his mind once he actually reads what the letter has to say:

Dear Sir, My name is May Marceau. You do not know me. Indeed, we have never yet had the chance to meet. But I am hoping that may soon change. I am writing on behalf of my beloved nephew and ward, Peter Parker, a boy of fine character and genteel disposition whom my wife and I have raised as our own since he was very young. He is now an eligible omega of Society by way of my wife, whose family has served for three generations as the elected of New York’s congressional district fourteen (Queens).  Peter is a kind and obedient young man, with a keen wit and engaging demeanor. He is accomplished in both the fine arts and homemaking tasks, but is not overly fond of the events of the season where a young fellow such as he would be most likely to meet interested suitors. Given this, I have taken it upon myself to make inquiries on his behalf. I read of your marriage this past summer to Senator Rogers, and I do hope you received our family’s card of congratulations for you and your new husband. I hope married life is treating you both well. Personally, I know only a little of Lord Rogers and yourself, but I have seen you at Society functions, and have heard only the most flattering things about your Headship and how he comports himself with his work. My wife and I are in agreement that he is undoubtedly a good man, and we must deduce the same about you. That brings me to my long-delayed point, which is of course to ask that both you and your husband consider the prospect of my nephew Peter becoming your Third. He is a sweet and comely boy who would make a fine addition to an esteemed House such as yours. I do hope you will consider alerting Senator Rogers to this inquiry, and perhaps soon a chaperoned meeting might be arranged.  I will wait with much hope for your reply.  Respectfully, May Marceau.

Bucky sits there at the parlor’s writing desk, dumbfounded for quite a while. He rereads the letter multiple times, trying to make sense of his feelings about it. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised. This is the way that these things are done, after all. Bucky’s own mother would have sent a similar letter to Steve’s beta father, back when she first inquired. The idea of it brings heat to his face, as he thinks about how the beta man would’ve then brought the letter directly to Steve himself, as Lady Rogers had already passed away and Steve assumed the family’s Seat. Bucky figures he should be grateful, at least, that it’s tradition for these inquiries to be sent to beta Spouses. That means he’s seeing this first, instead of Steve. And, technically, he has discretion on what to do now.

He flips the stupidly pink envelope back over, rereading how it was addressed only to him. Not to Steve, not to him and Steve. Just to Bucky. But even so, the line reads: The Beta Spouse of Capt. Senator Steven G. Rogers, Lord James B. Rogers. Bucky is defined as belonging to his Headship, and he knows that he’s expected to tell Steve about this inquiry. Hiding it would be … sneaky at best, punishable at worst. And Bucky really isn’t over that one time Steve took his belt to him during their honeymoon, so …

He wonders what Steve will say.

Insecurity flutters in his stomach as he imagines Steve deciding that they need to be polite, that they need to arrange a chaperoned meeting with this omega named Peter. Marceau—Bucky isn’t familiar with the name, though that’s not a surprise. There are dozens of elected in New York, and they all have their own children. They aren’t common, but they certainly aren’t High Society like Bucky and Steve are. Congressional districts’ elected positions are frequently kept by the same family throughout generations, but they aren’t inherited like Senatorial Seats are, so the family names do sometimes change. It would be an exercise in futility to attempt to keep track of them all. 

Mrs. Marceau made sure to emphasize in her letter that her nephew has been raised in their household and is considered to be just like a son—which indicates to Bucky that the boy’s real parents must have been of common origins. That doesn’t truly matter to him, but he winds up thinking rather snotty things about it anyway, just because this is his Alpha that’s being inquired about, and he isn’t inclined to be generous in thought.

He wonders how old Peter is, what he looks like. Sometimes inquiries are sent with a little picture included as additional enticement (and good God, Bucky hopes his own mother hadn’t included a picture in her inquiry), but there is none here, not even when he curiously rechecks the envelope for something missed. Bucky purses his lips. Maybe Peter’s not as ‘comely’ as his aunt suggests.

It’s a shallow, bitter little snipe of a thought that makes Bucky feel petty and foolish as soon as he has it. He scoffs at himself and begins to stuff the paper back into the envelope, unsure when exactly he’ll bring it up with Steve. They’ve only been married for a matter of months. It seems almost insultingly soon for the mothers of Society to be sending in their requests to make enviable matches. Bucky wonders if Steve’s fathers had felt the same way, when House Barnes’ request was received just after Sarah Rogers had died and Steve assumed the family’s Seat …

Sharon clears her throat from right beside Bucky, nearly making him jump out of his chair. “Christ!” he hisses, feeling overwhelmed. He buries his face in his hand. “Sharon. Jeez.”

“Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all. She cocks her hip and holds out her hand. “Steve’s mail?”

Bucky sighs and grabs the pile of letters that he’s laid aside separately. “Here.”

Sharon’s eyes flit over the hastily re-stuffed pink envelope, but they don’t linger. “Hm,” she says, and walks away, likely headed for Steve’s office. Bucky wants to snap at her to act like a goddamn servant and not say “Hm” or raise her eyebrows like that or call Steve ‘Steve’ instead of his title. But he doesn’t say a thing. He knows he’s just being grumpy.

… And he’s pretty sure that Sharon would low-grade poison his meals if he talked to her like that.

The first time Bucky witnesses his husband pleasuring himself, he’s so shocked that he doesn’t know what to do. It’s in the evening—after dinner, but not so late as to be time to head off to bed. Steve had finished his meal at dinner and then left, requesting private time to work in his office and not be disturbed. But Bucky thinks that he might entice him into stopping his work for the evening and enjoying a nightcap together. Maybe they can even fuck in the office, on the rug in front of the fireplace.

That’s not what happens.

Steve is in his desk chair when Bucky opens the door. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t notice Bucky, and Bucky freezes in place with his mouth agape. He can’t actually see anything, as Steve’s desk blocks his lower half from view, but it’s very obvious what he’s doing. His face is pinched and his jaw is slack, lips parted and shoulder moving in that telltale way …

Feeling his blood rush to multiple places, Bucky shuts the door and scampers away and doesn’t tell Steve what he walked in on. Then in the succeeding days he winds up feeling hurt, of all things. He convinces himself that it isn’t a very good sign, the way his Headship is behaving. First Steve turns his advances away each night, claiming stress and exhaustion, and now Bucky finds him resorting to harried self-pleasure! He fumes over it, worrying that perhaps it’s something to do with him, that something has changed and that Steve doesn’t want him sexually any more.

His frustration is compounded by the fact that he has to begrudgingly admit to himself that he was turned on by the sight of Steve touching himself like that. He shouldn’t find it so arousing, because Steve probably wasn’t even thinking of him while he did it. He was probably thinking of someone else, maybe one of their servants, or some delicate Society omega. Steve is clearly a good man and loving husband, but perhaps he’s oriented the same way Bucky’s father is. Perhaps he truly desires omegas, and Bucky is merely filling a spot for tradition’s sake.

He can’t bring himself to tell Steve about these fears. He feels silly and petty for having them. He decides to keep trying his best to be a good Spouse for Steve, as that’s all he can really do. He reconsiders the possibility of an engagement, thinking that maybe a Third in their marriage taking all of Steve’s attention would be better than the alternative of growing resentment and an eventual affair.

Bucky’s father had had lots of affairs, had even kept a household with a common woman. It’s an arrangement that many alphas in Society have, Bucky knows. An open secret that nobody talks about. Steve’s promised that he would never do such a thing, but alphas have needs, and Bucky is beginning to worry that he’s not enough to meet Steve’s. As long as he can keep Steve’s attentions contained well enough—enough to prevent an affair, to prevent something like what Bucky’s father had done—maybe Bucky can be satisfied. Maybe he’ll have to be. Steve has all the control in their marriage, after all. He might not give Bucky the choice.

Another night, after a dinner that they eat separately because Steve’s still working away in his office, Bucky sidles up behind him when they’ve dressed for bed and tries to entice him into some intimacy. “I miss feeling your touch,” he murmurs into the bend of Steve’s neck, inhaling his scent in a manner so obvious that Steve can’t possibly miss it. “Husband?”

Steve groans and turns around. He smiles tiredly and kisses Bucky on the forehead, the hug he provides far from what Bucky had in mind. “It’s been such a long day, Buck. Snuggle me instead?”

Bucky wants to scoff, but he can’t manage it. Steve’s too sweet in the moment, telling him that he loves him and coaxing him into the bed, both of their nightclothes on and no sex to be had. “Sorry, Honey,” he mumbles into Bucky’s hair. “Tomorrow, m’promise.”

But the next day, Steve’s back on the train to DC.

Bucky’s feeling morose and petulant and too much in his head when, two days later, the photographs from the wedding arrive.

It’s raining heavily outside and has been all day (a fitting match to Bucky’s mood), and Pietro comes into the parlor soaked to the bone. Bucky’s eyes widen but Pietro just waves off his attempt to get up from his moping and do something to help dry him off. “Don’t worry,” he says good naturedly. “Towels in the kitchen.” He lays his parcel down on the room’s coffee table with a smile. “Picked these up at the photographer’s studio.”

“What?” Bucky’s asking, even as Pietro hurries from the room, his clothes making sad, soggy sounds as he goes. Bucky sighs and gets up from his chair to go take a look at the package that Pietro somehow managed to keep dry. Inside the large envelope are over a dozen photographs, and Bucky’s heart beats a little faster as he realizes what he’s looking at.

It’s funny. He hasn’t really thought about the day of their wedding since it happened. He’s a very in the moment kind of guy, and with their weeks-long honeymoon and return to New York, setting up house and falling into a routine, Bucky hasn’t spent much time reminiscing about the actual day they got married.

The first photograph is of Bucky and Steve standing outside the front doors of the church, hands clasped and smiling. They both look shy in the picture, but Bucky doesn’t fail to notice how Steve’s smile, however small, looks more real than his own. Steve looks like he was genuinely happy in that moment. The idea that Steve had actually wanted the marriage, even back then, makes Bucky soften a little despite himself.

He sinks down onto the sofa and runs his thumb over the edge of the picture, looking at how his own timid smile looks far less convincing. Mostly Bucky just thinks he looks stressed in the picture, and that makes him set the first photo aside. He hates to think that his attitude that day might’ve ruined the pictures, that for the rest of their married lives, any time Steve wants to look back and reminisce, he’ll have to see Bucky’s pained smiles in every photo.

He flips to the next picture, which is a posed portrait with him and Steve and both of their parents. They’re arranged the way the photographer had told them to be, and Bucky likes this one a little better than the last, even though nobody’s smiling. They’d been told not to, as it isn’t customary for such a formal portrait, and therefore no sad or anxious emotions can be deduced on anyone’s face, let alone Bucky’s. He thinks that he actually looks quite handsome in his suit and well-styled hair. And Steve, well. Steve looks incredibly dashing. Bucky hums lightly and sets that photograph aside as well, being careful with his handling of the glossy paper. They’ll have to have all of these framed, he thinks; order copies, as his mother is sure to request some, perhaps Steve’s fathers as well. 

There are a few more of the formal style portraits, some of just Bucky and Steve, some with Bucky’s sisters included as well. Bucky is pleased to find that the photographer captured a few candid shots of their reception back at Steve’s parents’ house, everything less formalized and more jovial. Natasha is in two of them, and Bucky instantly misses her. He tells himself that he’ll have to arrange a visit soon. He hasn’t heard much from his friend since the wedding, and he wonders what she’s been up to.

Probably having more of a life than Bucky ever will. He tries not to be bitter about that. He cares deeply for Natasha and knows she deserves a full life. He promises himself that he’ll be happy for her, when she comes to visit and tells him all about her plans: what University she’s decided on, where her pre-university travels are going to take her, what subject she’s leaning towards for a future career path. Bucky won’t be bitter. He won’t.

The last photograph is another posed one, and Bucky’s struck by the keen memory of when they’d taken it. The photographer had directed him and Steve into the Rogers’ study, where there was a large portrait of Steve’s parents, posed in the traditional manner for a complete marriage: Sarah Rogers standing, Gregory Rogers seated in a chair at her side, and Joseph Rogers kneeling at both of their feet; Gregory’s one wristband on display as he reached up and lightly touched his wife’s arm, Sarah’s hand resting down on Joseph’s shoulder, her wedding rings right next to where his collar sat visible on his neck.

Given that the Rogers’ marriage had completed just over three decades ago, it’s a painted portrait rather than photographed. The three of them had posed solemn-faced, but still managed to look very happy. A satisfied triad. Joseph, in particular, looked very content in his kneeling position, expression close to beaming. Having met Steve’s two fathers and seen photographs of them with their late wife, Bucky knew straight away that it was an amazingly lifelike rendering. The artist had done well in capturing their love.

Of course, that’d only made it more awkward for Bucky on the day of his and Steve’s wedding, when they had to pose just in front of the portrait of Steve’s parents, directed by the photographer to echo the traditional positions of alpha and beta Spouse. Bucky remembers having had a few glasses of wine by then, and he’d been peevish at being made to sit in the chair next to Steve, at being ordered about and told to make sure his jacket sleeve rode up enough to showcase his wristband as he touched Steve’s arm.

“It’s just one photo,” Steve had admonished him at the time, imploring Bucky with his eyes to behave and just get through it. Bucky had acquiesced—but not without a good eye roll or two. Luckily, he’d schooled his expression properly before the photographer snapped the shot.

Now, Bucky bites his lip as he examines the photo of him and Steve. They look … like a suitably married couple. The intent of the photo is traditional: to highlight the lack of an omega Spouse kneeling at his and Steve’s feet. It’s a “one day” sort of photo, one that they’ll show to their future Third and hang next to the portrait that’ll be taken of all three of them, once their marriage is complete. They’ll smile and reminisce, and Steve’ll say things like, “Oh, look back at when Bucky and I first met. Can’t believe we didn’t have you, my Darling. Now we’re complete. Isn’t it so wonderful?”

That’s the idea, anyway. Couples are supposed to yearn for and search out their Third until they find them, then rejoice at having attained the domestic ideal of a Triad. Bucky decides he likes this photograph the very least of the bunch. He sets it aside and stacks all the others back on top of it, sliding them into the envelope and abandoning them there. He’ll show them to Steve when (or if) the alpha ever returns home from work on time. Steve practically lives in his office these days, so Bucky’s not exactly motivated to make it a priority to cater to him. He returns to his chair by the window and stares out at the rain, thinking about the inquiry from the other day, from May Marceau about her nephew.

If Nat were here, he could ask her to do some investigating, find out who the omega is, what he’s like. Natasha has a keen talent for such things. Bucky misses her all over again and wishes that she was there with him to hash out the issue. She’d commiserate, he thinks. She’d agree that it’s definitely too fucking soon for social climbing parents to be sending in their inquiries. Maybe she’d even back Bucky up on not telling Steve about it.

He hasn’t yet. He feels a little guilty about that, but pushes it away with a petulant reminder that it’s more Steve’s fault than his. The alpha’s never home to talk to anyways. Bucky sits there and grumps about it. He knows Steve has work, that he’s miles more important than Bucky is or ever will be, but surely he could at least make more of an effort to be close with one another? Surely if he tried harder they could have the occasional breakfast together, or dinner, or Steve could make an attempt to have sex with him like they used to. It’s been weeks.

Bucky wonders if Steve would make the effort if he had an omega waiting at home for him. That thought sits in his stomach like sour grapes, but Bucky can’t shake it. Would Steve be more eager if their marriage was complete? Bucky knows it’s something Steve wants one day. He knows his Headship wants a family with children. As a male beta, Bucky can’t give him that. But an omega could.

An omega like Peter.

Bucky thinks of maybe telling Steve about the inquiry, just to see what his reaction is, if his face lights up or not. Maybe Steve thinks about these things more than Bucky knows, maybe he goes into the city for work and sees omegas out and about with their chaperones and wishes that one of them were his. Maybe he thinks about making love to an omega, when he touches himself behind Bucky’s back.

Scowling at his sullen train of thought, Bucky shoves up from the sofa. “Snap out of it,” he mutters, because he’s had enough of himself. He really does need some company. He can’t keep sitting here idly day in and day out, overthinking everything. Even if he can’t stomach the tea parties and other insipid invitations of his fellow Society Spouses, there are other options. He’ll arrange a visit with Natasha, he decides, striding out into the hallway. And he’ll telephone instead of write. No sense wasting time with the post. His dour mood can’t take the delay.

The second time Bucky catches his husband pleasuring himself, he doesn’t back away.

It’s late. Bucky’s been woken from sleep by the sound of the bathroom door closing lightly. He sits up in the bed and blinks blearily, eyes adjusting to the darkness and then making sense of the shapes of suitcases he can see sitting on the bedroom floor. Steve is back. Sleepy as he is, Bucky’s heart quickens in excitement. This latest trip lasted longer than normal, almost five full days. He’s missed his husband and is eager to see him. 

A noise sounds, and Bucky’s eyes dart over to the bathroom door. It’s closed, but there’s a faint light coming from underneath, as though Steve has lit just one of the gas lamps inside the bathroom. Bucky slides out of bed and pads over to the door, intending to go in and surprise Steve with a hug. He only gets the door open part way before he’s freezing in place.

Steve is standing at the vanity, hunched over a little. He’s got one hand on the marble countertop, propping himself up, and his other hand is … oh. Bucky swallows heavily, his belly swirling and pelvis tightening in arousal at the sight of Steve touching himself. 

His eyes are closed and he’s breathing open-mouthed as he braces against the counter and pumps his cock in fast strokes. It’s all very frantic, hurried, like he’s trying to get it over with quickly. He’s still dressed, with his shirttail pulled loose and his collar undone, both sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his fly open in the front where he’s pulled himself out and is furtively jerking off. 

Bucky stares at the tight, focused motions of Steve’s fist working right at the head, appreciating his strong forearm, its dusting of hair and flexing tendons. It’s so sexy, so masculine. Steve’s got big hands, the veins prominent underneath the skin, his grip strong as he tugs on his cock. Bucky can’t peel his eyes away as he stands there and watches, a boner forming dizzyingly fast beneath his sleep clothes.

God, Steve’s beautiful when he’s feeling pleasure. And the spectacle of him giving it to himself has got Bucky hard within seconds. There’s an element of shame to this as well, though. This is private. Steve thinks he’s alone. He wants to do this alone. That hurts and confuses Bucky: that his husband hasn’t come to him for sex, would rather touch himself hurriedly and hushed in the dark. But Bucky can’t think about it now. He should be retreating back into the bedroom right now, he knows he should. But he feels frozen in place, unable to look away or make himself move. He fears that the slightest twitch or sound from him will alert Steve to his presence.

There are soft, barely-heard noises of Steve’s shirtsleeve rustling, of skin on skin. It’s hurried, what he’s doing, desperate and fast and forced-quiet as he strips his cock in the next room over from his supposedly sleeping Spouse. It’s as if he’s been waiting a long time to do this. Maybe things had been too hectic in DC, these past few days, maybe Steve’s been too stressed, unable to really let loose until now. Bucky’s cock throbs at the thought of his Alpha being so pent up that he has to touch himself like this. He’s been away in DC for four nights and hasn’t touched Bucky in nearly two weeks. There’s an anguished pinch between his eyes, his jaw slack from panting and lips shiny from how he keeps wetting them with his tongue. 

Bucky wants him so bad he can hardly stand it.

Then Steve makes a low, barely-there sound in his throat, and opens his eyes to look down at where he’s touching himself. Bucky’s heart leaps into his throat and he jerks in place, and the movement must catch in the mirror or something, because Steve’s head whips to the side in a flash. His hand freezes on his cock, eyes going wide. “Buck.”

Bucky is mortified, caught out watching his husband in such a private moment. He opens his mouth, trying to think of something to say. “I-I—”

“Shit.” Steve’s entire face is going red. He’s taken his hand off himself and is pulling at his shirt to cover in front. He’s stopping.

“Wait,” Bucky says, because he hates that, and his heart is still in his throat. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”

Steve’s eyes get wider. “What?”

Bucky pushes the door open the rest of the way. He takes a step past the door frame, inserting himself into the space where his husband had thought he’d had privacy. “I want to see,” he whispers, feeling absolutely wanton for saying it. “Keep … keep going.”

Steve’s color deepens even further, and he can’t meet Bucky’s eyes. “Buck, No.”

“Please?” Bucky says, taking another hesitant step in. He stops and waits until Steve looks at him. “Touch yourself. Let me watch.” He loves seeing how the embarrassment in Steve’s face gives way to cautious arousal. He’s surprised and maybe a little disbelieving at first, but that’s quick to fade, replaced instead with dark interest and heated, heavy-lidded eyes. He makes to move towards Bucky, but Bucky steps back. “No,” he says. “I want to watch. I want to watch you do it to yourself.”

Steve’s scent spikes, smokey and aggressive. If he were any less of a gentleman, he’d probably be growling by now. As it is, his eyes get dangerously keen, a glint to them that makes him look predatory, which is decidedly un-Stevelike.

Bucky’s belly clenches in desire at that look. The smell of aroused alpha winds into his senses and makes him feel that much more light headed by what’s happening. He feels like a child playing with fire, or poking a bear. “Steve,” he urges, voice coming out breathier than he means for it to. “Go on.”

Steve reaches for his shirt and begins to undo it deftly, staring Bucky down the whole time. Watching those strong hands working down the row of buttons is more erotic than it has any right to be—especially when Bucky’s just stood there and seen those fine tendons and long fingers working between his husband’s legs. He licks his lips, waiting with bated breath as Steve rids himself of the shirt completely

His cock is bared as soon as he does, exposed through the gape of his fly. It’s obscene. He’s fully hard and bobbing in the air, big and thick and shiny at the tip. He stands there and doesn’t touch himself for a long moment, letting Bucky look his fill as the tension builds between them. “You like it?” he finally asks in a voice gone raspy with arousal. He still manages to sound smug, as if he knows just how much heat is flushing through Bucky’s face right now. 

Maybe he does. Bucky’s never had much of a poker face.

“Yeah,” Bucky says quietly. He’s got to force himself to stand still, to not rush over and sink to his knees in front of Steve and offer his mouth for the taking. He knows exactly how good it would feel to have that thick cockhead resting against his tongue, filling his mouth, consuming his senses. And god, he wants it.

“Bucky?”

He inhales sharply through his nose, attention shooting back up to Steve’s face. Steve’s looking at him with amusement. He’s laughing at him. Bucky straightens his spine. “You heard me,” he says bossily, egged on by Steve’s Alpha ego and how fucking hot it is. “I want to see it."

“See what?” Steve taunts. “Say it.”

“You’re the one who’s been ignoring me for weeks,” Bucky snaps. “So go on: Touch yourself.”

The smirk slips right off Steve’s face. He takes a step towards Bucky, then seems to rethink it with the way his exposed cock bobs in the air. “C’mere,” he says, quietly but serious, like he might use his Voice next if Bucky doesn’t listen.

Bucky swallows thickly and steps closer, only a few feet away from the vanity and Steve and his exposed flesh. Steve closes the remaining distance between them and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling them together. Bucky inhales sharply at the sudden press of his husband’s warm body, the turned-on smell of him, the hard line of his cock that’s now wedged in between them. Bucky struggles to get any words out. “I—”

“You been feeling ignored, Sweetheart?” Steve murmurs, leaning in to press his face against Bucky’s neck. He starts kissing him in barely-there pecks, repeats the question, “You feelin’ lonely? Feelin’ needy?” against his skin, and it’s more his voice than the kisses that makes Bucky’s knees go weak.

“I … are you kidding?” he sputters. His eyes slip closed without his permission. “Of-of course! You’ve been—christ—you’ve hardly been here, and you never wanna …” He loses track of the sentence, because Steve has started tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue, and the feeling of it is just devastating, searing a line of heat straight down to his cock, turning his brain to mush. He moans and his hips stutter forward into Steve’s without his permission. “Oh.”

Steve chuckles darkly and steadies him. “Easy there, Doll.”

Holy f— Steve’s never called him that before. Bucky … Bucky likes it. He hums with his eyes closed as Steve starts nuzzling over where his scent gland is. He scrapes his teeth over the spot as if he’s thinking about biting it, and Bucky moans, “Steve.”

“Yeah?”

He whines and pushes against Steve’s chest. “Wasn’t kidding. I want you to do it. I want to see.” Bucky rarely makes sexual requests like this. Steve took his virginity months ago, and they’ve fallen into a routine of easy, instinctual, enjoyable sex. Bucky knows his face is flaming as he says it, as Steve locks eyes with him again and rumbles deep in his chest. Fuck. Bucky whimpers needily. Steve slides one hand up to the back of his neck and uses it to hold him in place. He reaches down between them and wraps his other hand around his cock.

Bucky’s heart is beating out of his chest, and he’s so hard it actually hurts not to be touching himself right now. Steve’s so close, right up against Bucky as he starts stroking himself off. Their feet are touching, breath mingling between them. Bucky’s erection is obvious beneath his sleep pants, the backs of Steve’s knuckles bumping it as he strokes himself off. “Christ,” Bucky whispers.

“Shh,” Steve murmurs. “Just watch.”

Bucky does. Steve’s fully hard, giving himself slow, tight strokes. He wrings his hand down the shaft, only going halfway down before he squeezes back up and twists his fingers roughly over the head, rubbing his foreskin and squeezing like he’s trying to milk more precum from the tip. Bucky’s mouth waters when he sees how wet his husband is getting, how dark and thick he is. “S-steve,” he says shakily, once again wanting so badly to sink to his knees. “Let me suck you.” He starts to move, but Steve’s hand tightens harshly at the back of his neck, holding him in place.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, authoritative and smug. “You wanted to watch. So watch.” Bucky whimpers and Steve chuckles darkly at him. “It’s what you would’ve done if I hadn’t seen you, isn’t it?” he asks. “Kept watching?” Bucky can’t bring himself to answer, but Steve doesn’t seem like he’s waiting for a reply anyway. “Yeah, you would’ve. Horny little boy. You would’ve stood there in the dark and watched.”

Bucky moves closer and changes his angle, pressing his clothed cock to Steve’s thigh. Just that slight pressure feels amazing. Steve hisses under his breath and squeezes his cock tighter, and Bucky has to ball his own hands into fists to keep from touching either one of them. “Fuck,” he grits out in a harsh whisper when Steve grinds his thigh forward with purpose. “Ugh, Steve.”

“It gets you hot, huh?” he says. “Watching me jerk off? Seeing how your Alpha likes to touch himself when he’s alone?”

“Yes,” Bucky breathes, staring between their bodies and clinging to Steve, not ashamed anymore. Steve’s hand is so big, his fingers so strong and thick around his cock—His cock that’s wet and near to purpling, it’s so hard. Bucky eyes the darker skin at the base where his knot is. He’s thicker now, not blown yet but getting there. Bucky desperately wants to touch it. “Steve please,” he begs, all dignity gone. “Please let me. Let me just touch. A little?”

Steve grunts and starts stroking himself faster, obviously turned on by Bucky’s desperation. He scruffs him with the hold he’s got on the back of his neck. “No,” he grunts. He lets go, uses that hand to hastily shove his own pants and underwear past mid-thigh. Bucky groans as everything is bared to him, and Steve growls a dark, possessive sound. “Get down on your knees and watch.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck everything in the world that makes Bucky want so badly to obey his husband. He sinks to his knees, Steve pushing him down as he goes. With his face at the level of Steve’s dick, it’s even harder to keep himself from toppling forward and trying to take Steve into his mouth. But Steve hasn’t stopped stroking himself to give him the chance. Bucky whines like he’s an omega in heat being denied alpha cock, and he shuffles as close as he can, pressing his face to Steve’s leg, cheek against his thigh and lips only centimeters from where Steve’s fisting himself. Bucky groans at the overwhelming scent of him. “Alpha,” he breathes, because he wants it so bad. “Oh, God. Let me.”

Steve moans and keeps going. He’s close. Losing the tight, measured control from before, stripping his cock faster and faster.

Bucky’s gaze slides down to his balls, so big and heavy and pulled up tight now, ready to release. “Shit,” he breathes, one hand sliding down between his own legs without thought and grabbing his cock through the fabric of his sleep pants. He squeezes and gasps, looks at how the dark skin of Steve’s knot is swelling, imagines what that added girth would feel like if they were having sex, how it would feel bumping against his rim, or even … even pressing inside …

“Fuck,” Steve grits out, close. Bucky’s eyes fly up and they connect gazes, and it is the hottest moment of Bucky’s entire fucking life. “Baby,” Steve gasps. “M’gonna cum.”

“Yeah.” Bucky takes his chance. He leans in and puts his mouth on Steve’s knot, taking as much as he can reach from his position. Steve makes a noise like the air has been punched from his body, and his stroking stutters. His free hand grabs Bucky’s hair without mercy, pressing Bucky’s face into his crotch hard as he shouts and jerks himself off into climax.

Bucky comes with barely a squeeze to his own cock, and the feeling of Steve’s knot blowing right against his lips.

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Eyes Open

Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader 🤍

Summary: Starting out with a classic friends to lovers blurb. The reader and Joe are close friends. She wakes up in his bed one morning and overthinks everything. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: nothing too serious in this piece, just good old friends to lovers, but there are suggestions of past smutty activities, and of course this is real person fiction. Apologies in advance. This is my first time writing in years!

Word count: 2.1K

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There was a subtle hum, like someone was yawning but with their lips pressed together. It was almost inaudible but you caught it. The bed shifted from weight lifting off of the mattress. You became suddenly aware that the pillow smelled different than the one you had at home. That’s when it hit you that you were in his home, sleeping in his bed.

Eyes still shut, you tried to orient yourself in the room. If you opened them, you risked being face to face with Joe. Sure, you wondered what he looked like still sleepy. Oh god, Joe probably had cute puffy eyes and messy curls and a woolly morning voice. As much as you wanted to find out, you weren’t ready to confront last night and all of its potential consequences just yet. So, you kept your eyes shut and tried not to move. Feet padded across the wood floor and the bathroom door creaked open. How long could you lie here until you had to confront the elephant in the room?

Then, the door clicked shut. Your eyes shot open.

Last night’s silky black dress had been haphazardly tossed on the floor next to the bed. One of the straps was clearly broken, collateral damage from your fit of passion. You couldn’t remember whose fault it was, and quite frankly didn’t care. The two of you stripped each other so quickly. It was almost ravenous. So many months of being friends built up a palpable tension that burst as soon as you stepped through his front door.

Thinking about last night brought back the feeling of your spine against the wall, his breath on your neck, his hands snaking up your torso -

The door clicked open, snapping you out of your thoughts. You forced your eyes shut immediately. It was your only defense.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Not quick enough. He must’ve seen.

“No,” you whispered “s’okay”. With eyes open again, you got the chance to take him all in. Joe stood across the room, curls disheveled, last night’s slacks sitting loosely on his hips.

“Want a coffee?” he chimed, pushing a few strands off his forehead. For the record, Joe’s morning hair was just as noteworthy as you thought it would be, but his nonchalant attitude was confusing. He just slept with one of his best friends. How was he acting so calm about this?

“Yeah, sounds nice. Thank you.” You tried to match his cheery tone but the words came out more groggy than intended. 

“You tired? Didn’t sleep well?” Joe teased and threw open a curtain. The sunlight hit your eyes. You squinted and dramatically threw your head in the other direction in protest. His phone screen lit up with a notification. Time: 8:20 am. It’s not that you didn’t sleep well. In fact, you were out like a light once your head hit the pillow. It’s that you didn’t sleep very long. Joe had your undivided attention until the early hours of the morning and he knew that. He was taking this opportunity to poke fun. You were trying to decide if him finding this situation amusing was a good sign for the status of your relationship or not.

“No s’fine,” you said rolling over on your side. Your bra sat cockeyed on your chest, partly exposing a nipple. The air caught in your throat and you tugged up at the fabric. Joe looked away and chuckled under his breath. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I haven’t seen.” He smirked and inspected the street outside the bedroom window. The satisfied look on his face made you roll your eyes. If it was anyone else, he would’ve sounded too proud, too fuckboyish. However, his confident attitude secretly made you want to pull him back to bed for round two.

And you understood. It was comical that you were rushing to cover yourself up when hours ago you had been shuddering under his touch. He had seen the full buffet, but now you were desperate to hide... at least until you could figure out where Joe’s head was at. He opened a dresser drawer and took out the first t-shirt he saw. It was black with a design on the front from an old band you barely recognized. Joe tossed it at the bed and it landed in your lap.

“Lemme go get that coffee, yeah?” He slipped out of the bedroom door. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around how casual he was acting. It was as if he was going through his normal routine. He acted totally content with sleeping with his best friend and carrying on with business as usual. Joe offered you a coffee, tossed you a shirt, and waltzed off like he had done it 1,000 times before. I mean of course he had done this before, but did he regularly bring friends home? Oh god, did you just accidentally fall into a friends with benefits situation? Wait. Did that mean he just gave you his hookup shirt?

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and slipped Joe’s t-shirt over your head. You brought the collar up to your nose and inhaled, half expecting it to smell like another girl.

It didn’t, of course. But it didn’t particularly smell like Joe either. Tie game.

You looked over your shoulder at his bedside table. Three of his rings sat in a little pile. You had to hold yourself back from focusing on them. If you let your eyes linger too long, you could almost start to feel the metal pressing into your hip, hands desperately pulling you in. You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. If this was all simply a one-night stand to Joe, you were going to curse yourself later. A one-night stand meant you need to go back to acting like friends. Acting like friends meant you would spend god-knows-how-long trying forget about the damn rings and all the places they touched you.

How had it even happened? The scenes of last night came back to you in bits and pieces, but not because of the alcohol. You were just in shock.

The two of you were out at a birthday party. Many of your mutual friends were in attendance. You had greeted Joe when he arrived and he didn’t leave your side during the entire event. From the outside, anyone could have mistaken it for normal, friendly behavior. Everyone knew you two were close, but you noticed the difference. Joe didn’t make his usual rounds. He spoke to you until someone else went out of their way to come up to him. His presence felt more intense. Each time you two would lock eyes, it was clear neither person wanted to look away. Everyone else had faded into the background.

Somewhere along the way Joe had gotten more touchy than normal. He had complimented your dress and played with your shoulder strap in a way you didn’t expect. When you walked through the crowd, his hand found your lower back. One of your favorite songs came on and he laughed at the way you sang. You teased him for the way he moved his hips when he danced.

As you swayed back and forth, your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt. Joe encouraged you to undo a few, making a comment about how hot it was getting in the crowded room. You knew that caring about the temperature was a lie by the way he got closer. Joe let your breath hit his face. His forehead was nearly touching yours and his palms slid down your back. At that point, you were sober enough to make your own decisions but intoxicated enough to act on your true feelings. One thing led to another and he was leading you out the door to call a cab. 

He had one hand on your thigh the whole way home.

Joe’s head popped through the door frame, two coffees in hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted cream, so I made one with and one without.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Joe held out the mugs in front of you and raised his eyebrows, begging you to pick. “Thank you,” you whispered, taking your preference. With your other hand, you picked your dress off the floor and examined a tear along the seam. “I’m no good at sewing. It’s a shame. I really liked this dress”.

Joe lowered himself onto the bed next to you. He suppressed a smile at the work you two made of your outfit. “I know a good tailor up the street. I can have it done for you.”

“Is this what you do for all the girls? Rip their clothes and take them to your tailor friend?” You said it like a joke but were secretly dying for answers. It would be totally unreasonable to assume Joe never brought a girl home. That wasn’t the point. 

As difficult as it was to admit to yourself, you were just sick of it. Sick of stealing glances across rooms and brushing it off. Sick of taking an interest in every one of Joe’s hobbies, opinions, or whereabouts and chalking it up to “being a good friend.” Sick of searching for a new movie to watch and your first thought being: “I wonder if Joe likes this one?”. Sick of rethinking every past interaction from a romantic standpoint. Sick of acting like other people are a legitimate option.

For a moment, a flash of genuine hesitation was in Joe’s eyes. He looked away from you and sipped his coffee.

“The girls? And who might they be?” he mumbled into his cup.

There was an instant pang of regret in your chest. Your question was definitely not a pleasant conversation starter.

“I don’t know Joe…you are a hot commodity these days,” you bumped your elbow into his, trying to play it off as a joke once again.

He furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. The air in the room was noticeably heavier. Ah great, you made it awkward already. Joe took a few steps and then paused, back still facing you. “Did you think- is this… a one time thing?”

You didn’t respond. Joe may have been looking for your confirmation, but you couldn’t give that to him. Your stomach was doing flips, urging you to say no. The way you looked at each other over drinks, in the cab, in his bed, even now, none of it was consistent with a one-time deal.

“You didn’t have to come back with me,” Joe spoke up. His hands went to his hips and eyes dropped to the floor. “If you are regretting this-” he trailed off nervously.

And then you laughed, which only confused him more. The last thing he did was pressure you or give you anything to regret. In fact, he was impressively attentive. The way he whispered “y’sure?” breathless between kisses, the way he glanced up at you looking for clues of your pleasure, the way he squeezed your hand and mumbled “I know” into your neck. It was all so attentive.

“No Joe,” you shook your head as you laughed. “That’s nonsense. You were lovely, really.”

He spun around to face you. “Then what are you on about?... ‘All the girls?’” he mocked your tone.

Now it was your turn to go shy under his gaze. You looked down to fidget with the hem of your - well his - shirt. You hoped you wouldn’t grow to regret this moment, but it was too late to turn back now.

“Am I crazy or was last night the result of a lot of built-up feelings? I don’t want to lose this friendship… but I don’t know if I can pretend like this never happened either. I need clarity here.”

He stood in front of you silently for the next several seconds, lost in thought. Way to leave someone with a cliffhanger, Joseph.

In an effort to cover your tracks you stood up and began rambling “I’m just worried about our friends, Joe. They probably saw us together last night. I don’t want things to be awkward between everyone. They are going to find out and-”

Joe stopped you in your tracks when his hand reached out and gently made contact with your cheek. His fingers tilted you up to face him. If Joe was anyone else, his steady gaze would be intimidating. But it wasn’t like that. It was admiration not a challenge. Your bodies drifted closer together. You lingered with your lips open, dangerously close to his, but not yet kissing. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Let them.”

“What?”

“Please. By all means, let them find out.”

One more glance at his eyes and Joe was pulling you in by the collar of his shirt. The way his lips pressed into yours was dizzying. One of your hands slid up to his shoulder and drew his body closer. Sugar and dark roast were still on his tongue. It was going to be a while before you wanted to open your eyes again.

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Three

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie) 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing.

summary: Ellie is lost in the world. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. my messages and asks are always open.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking Tags are opens for those interested.

Sleeping in the empty room of the agency offices was weird, mostly because she would have assumed that so many people would come in and out of a place like this, that why would they have such an empty room. Ellie had never been to an agency that had seemed so quiet like this before, and she wasn’t just talking at the damn crack of dawn when she was startled awake. 

It took her a moment to realise why she woke up before she was uncurling her body from the lounge chair in the room that Steven had left her in last night along with some leftover sandwiches for dinner.

She wandered out to the foyer to find another man entirely, and he had a bright grin on his face,

“Oh, hello! You must be Ellie, the new recruit, sorry if I woke you, I’m a bit early but thought you could use something for breakfast before we head out.”

So he was here for her. That got her attention. Rubbing her eyes, she took a better look at him, he was clearly a bundle of energy, already almost bounding on the balls of his feet this early in the morning, a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other,

“Come, let's eat.”

Shrugging one of his shoulders towards the chaired area for them to sit down.. She glanced back to the room she’d come from, before moving to follow him. It was just a small space. A couple chairs, a small table with a magazine that looked to be half falling apart. He set the tray and bag on the table over the magazine and took a couple of wraps out of the bag for them.

“Breakfast wraps, hope you don’t mind, how’d you sleep by the way? Those chairs can be a bit lumpy from what I remember.”

This guy was all smiles and such a bundle of energy.

“Oh-”

As she adjusted in the chair in the waiting area, this was actually more uncomfortable to her, and he asked her how she slept, Ellie realized then, that, well, she had slept, all night, she hadn’t woken up once, not to cough, not to wheeze, nothing. It had been a dream. Her chest didn’t feel heavy at all, that tea had done wonders. She really needed to ask Nicholas about that remedy of his mother’s. Would he really give her more?

Now though, she reached for her wrap, her stomach grumbling, it had been a long time since she’d gotten regular meals, if she wasn’t careful, her body would get used to it again.

“I ah, I slept fine, um…”

“Shit- I’m Folio.. Well, Nick, but considering you just met Nicholas, everyone just calls me Folio, less confusing.”

Nodding as he quickly took a bite of his own wrap and Ellie smiled, thankful for the explanation, not that she expected to see much more of Nicholas- wasn’t like the agency was the company she’d been hired for, right? However, if he wanted to be called Folio, then who was she to argue with him. 

Biting into her breakfast wrap, fuck, she forgot how good real food could be. Th sandwiches were great and all, but this, however, bacon and eggs, was greasy goodness wrapped in a tortilla and, the way her stomach twisted a little, it had been so long without a full decent mean, she wondered if she wasn’t going to pay painfully for how well she was being fed.

At that thought, she also wondered if this food was going to come at a cost. Her eyes darted to the man who was munching happily on his own food without a care in the world, another voice cutting in, and it was Nicholas, just whom she’d been thinking she wouldn’t see again, coming out of nowhere, from the offices in the building.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t want anything for it.”

It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking, like it was written all over her face. What was he, a mind reader?

“Not a mind reader, just met more than a few people in your position, it’s alright.”

Sure.. not a mind reader, he just answers the question without being asked, that was really convincing Mr Ruffilo.

The answering amused chuckle didn’t help convince her one little bit when she took another bite of her breakfast burrito as she watched him walk across the foyer towards where they were seated and reach into the paper bag and pulled out another wrap along with lifting one of the coffees from the tray.

When he turned to go, he just just smiled softly to her,

“Good luck settling in Ellie, I’m sure Folio will get you there safe and sound. I’ll see you around.”

With a wink he disappeared back into the hall that led back to his office. That was.. curious.

Reaching for her own coffee, she was pulled from her thoughts about what was up with that man by Folio beside her,

“Maddening isn’t he? Anyway, he’s right, we’re good, technically I used his card to pay for it anyway-”

"I heard that!”

Ellie couldn’t barely manage not to choke on a mouthful of coffee at the frustrated shout that sounded from the offices when she tried not to laugh. Folio, however, did nothing short of roaring with laughter including the brightest grin on his face when he grabbed the tray from the table and what was left of the bag of their breakfast,

“Come on, let's blow this joint before he comes out and breathing fire and brimstone to scalp me.”

Not that he looked remotely worried about it at all despite his words, still, he ushered her out of the building towards the car they were taking on the way. It was fancy, not that she could tell you anything about the make, but definitely nothing she could ever afford in her life.. Then again, when had she been able to afford a car of any kind, ever. It looked all fancy, like when a rich person hires a driver to take them everywhere.

Was she supposed to sit in the back? Glancing between the doors as she shoved the last of her wrap into her mouth, not wanting to get any food anywhere inside a car like this, Folio was reaching for the drivers door though and scoffed before she looked to the back,

“Don’t you dare, Ellie, I need someone to talk to, I’ll go out of my mind sitting up the front alone.”

When she looked to him strangely, he set the coffee and food in side the car and rushed around the car, only as fast as his ball of energy hyped up on caffeine could, opening the other front door for her.

“Come onnnn, I know drivers usually kick peeps to the back, but come on, where’s the fun in that?”

Raising an eyebrow at him as she looked to him curious, he certainly was very hyper.

“How many coffees have you had this morning?”

Snorting, grinning at her cheekily as he answered.

“Just the one.”

Could have fooled her, who was this vibrant this early?

Ellie was convinced, Folio might just be able to talk underwater. They talked about everything on the drive, from music, to movies, to hobbies. His voice was actually soothing, soft spoken, but he had this energy about him, like a puppy that never stopped. Full of raw energy.

After they stopped for lunch at a diner, she couldn’t quite remember for the life of her where, Folio was doing a fantastic job of keeping her distracted of where they were on the road as they drove for hours, she found herself drifting off. It was just a bit of a nap. She swore it.

She closed her eyes. That was all.

Next thing she knew, she was jolting awake, and they were no longer driving, Folio was knocking on the window before opening her door.

“Come on, sleepy head, we’re here!”

It took her a moment, Ellie blinking herself awake, not surprising with how little sleep she’d been getting with how long she’d been sleeping on the streets, and even longer, jumping from place to place, stressing out trying to make ends meet before everything finally fell completely apart.

Somehow, that all ended today. At least for now, while she worked for this company. It was funny, she didn’t even know their name yet, or where she was

“Hey, Folio, where are we anyway?”

“Oh, oh, you mean Nicholas didn’t tell you?”

There was something about his amused little chuckle then, like he knew something she didn’t,

“Ellie, WELCOME TO HELL!”

What. The. Fuck.

Looking from Folio to the large cast iron gates that he was walking towards. The gates that seemed to be, wait…

She glanced around… the only way…

The space the car was parked in looked like a car park, for exactly one space, and stepping away from it, the further she walked, the car seemed to vanish, like now that it wasn’t needed, it was just, gone

What was happening?

Glancing back to the gate, with Folio standing in front of them, his bright grin on his face as he looked to her, waiting, waving her over,

“Cool huh? Come on, I’m sure your apartment is all ready for you and everything!”

As she walked towards the gates, glancing back towards the car once more, the car, the road behind them, all of it was almost completely gone..

Spinning around to stare at Folio, what the he- Shit. Shit shit shit.

Her steps quickened as she approached the gate, the cast irons bars opened on their own as they approached, creaking, as if they were old, ancient, it was creepy, menacing, and fuck, that was just-

Her thoughts disturbed by Folio chuckling again… she looked over at him before he waved towards the gate.

“Sorry sorry.”

Soon as he waved, the gate stopped making the noise and was perfectly silent and normal as it closed, the world beyond the gate looking normal once more, though, completely non-descript, like a long highway to nowhere.

“Where are we Folio, really?”

“I told you, we’re in Hell, let’s go.”

Ellie was in a state of shock, she had to be, what else could she be? Folio was still chattering away about the look on her face when he walked her up to an apartment building with yet another heavily tattooed man waiting for her out front.

Not that she was complaining, they were hot. It was almost a disappointment she probably wasn’t going to see Nicholas again. Despite what he’d said to her that morning… Would she see him again? The way Folio spoke of him too, they seemed to be well acquainted, it was interesting.

A lot of this didn’t entirely add up.

Maybe it would start making sense soon.

She’d consider asking Folio, but after the tricks at the gate, and the HELL stuff, she wasn’t sure he’d be straight with her.

Maybe this guy would be.

Now. Ellie didn’t know what expression was on her face when they approached him but he took one look at her and immediately an exasperated sigh escaped him as he glanced to the other man,

“Really, Folio? You break the new recruit on her first day?! She hasn’t even moved in you Rövhatt.”

Shaking his head, he glanced at her, Ellie looking at him, trying to get a feel for him, while like Nicholas he had long hair, his was flowing down around his shoulder instead of being tied back, and he had a bit of an accent to his words, she wasn’t quite sure she could place it yet.

“You alright, Sweetheart? He didn’t scare you, did he? I know he’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but he’s a puppy dog, really, doesn’t bite a lick.”

Levelling a half-hearted glare at Folio with a smirk,

“Shoo!”

And with that, the shorter man laughed, nudging Ellie slightly with his elbow,

“It was great meeting you, don’t be a stranger, us mortals gotta stick together around here!”

With that, and a playful wave of his hands like he was playing the drums and he’s just made the funniest joke in the world, earning an eye roll from the other man, and off he went.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[90sgavi]

Mad about you (Pedri x Reader - Smut)

Summary: Pedri pisses you of so you decided to give him a punishment😉

Warnings: smut, swearing, slightly angst

It has been a year since you and the young Spanish Barcelona player have been together. The truth is that Pedri has been involved in many hook up/dating scandals which weren’t ofc true until he met you and he didn’t take him long to fall in love with you.

He never confirmed or unconfirmed the scandals he was supposedly involved in because he knew his family and his real fans would never believe any of that, but when it came to you and everything between the two of you he was keen on the idea to publicly announce your relationship. There were photos of you and him leaked already being together so it was the perfect opportunity for you to confirm your relationship

You were kinda afraid of his fan girls because you thought after the confirmation they would attack you and hate you but it turned out to be better than you thought. His good and loyal fans loved you as you treated the golden boy with respect and the love he deserves. Also they saw how your cariño’s eyes sparked every time he was with you and that’s all they wanted for him

But that didn’t mean that every fan of him would treat you in the same mature way. Sometimes when you were out for a walk some of his fan girls spotted you and asked a photo with the young star. You were never negative about it, in fact you liked that they appreciated your bf and his team, but all of that with a limit.

One day when you were driving for your scheduled Sunday lunch a fan of him raised her hand and pedri immediately stopped the car. He opened the window and you saw a very beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes around your age asking for a photo with him and ultimately giving him a piece of paper writing something inside.

You were never a fan of these type of notes as girls always wrote him their numbers, instas and stuff. It made you jealous and it made you more jealous the fact that this beautiful girl gave him the note but he didn’t throw it away after reading it as he always does.

In the afternoon as Pedri was in the shower you sneaked in his stuff and grabbed the paper because you would explode if you didn’t read what was inside of it. You had murder on your mind as soon as you read the paper. The girl literally wrote all this nasty stuff about you and demanded Pedri to meet her in a hotel after his training tomorrow

After Pedri was done, he was in a mood for yk but he noticed your grumpy face. “What happened to you amor?”

You threw the paper in his face as you left the room and locked yourself in the guest room where you could spend the night since you were not in mood facing him. Pedri was knocking the door demanding answers “Y/N please what did I do, answer me and I can explain you if possible’’

“Ohh please you say you care about me and stuff but in the first chance you get for pleasure you run like a puppy, I guess the rumours of you and all those hook ups were true” you said

“Y/N stop you know all these are nothing but lies, you are the first girl I ever felt something real about, open the door and let me show you how much I love you” Pedri replied

“You think sex is always the answer after every argument, sorry Pedri but this is all too much to handle, if you want to get laid you can always message Gabriela (the girl who wrote the note)” you said

“Wait- what? Who is Gabriela?” he said

“Don’t act surprised Gonzalez, you know damn well. Good night I am tired” you replied

When Pedri heard you called him Gonzalez he really knew you were pissed of. He tried knocking and knocking all over but with no success. He returned to your room and slept since he had training tomorrow

The next morning he woke up and he understood that you had already left for your uni classes. Pedri was sad and confused about what happened. He remembered the moment when you threw the piece of paper in him so he run to the room looking for it. He found it in a corner where he read what it was written. As soon as he finished he knew how fucked up he was. He wanted to make up for it and he knew the way

When you returned from university you hoped Pedri could come soon so to get every bad thought you had unconfirmed but hours passed and your chances were starting getting lower and lower. So you decided to wear your favourite lingerie nightgown and watch your favourite series.

You heard the door unlocking and you didn’t even bother to check. Pedri greeted you but you rolled your eyes. Pedri had enough of this attitude of yours so he decided to open up to you

“Y/N I understood what I did wrong I had to get rid of the paper as soon as we arrived home but I promise I didn’t open it until today after our argument. Please you have to believe me” he said

“That’s why it is 8:00 pm and you were supposed to be back at 4:00 pm, I guess someone had a lil too much fun today with Gabriela” you answered

“Who gives a shit about this irrelevant girl when I have you. You have no fucking idea how hard it was for me to sleep without you last night. I needed you and I needed to feel your hands, your arms, your soft touch, I needed everything of you. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I will need you forever. I love you Y/N, you are the only girl in the world, my only girl” he said accompanied by a soft cheek kiss

These words coming from his mouth melted your heart, you realised that you were too quick to judge, you had to listen to him in the first place. But you still had the upper hand you wanted to tease him a lil more and you knew the way

“The reason I was late was because I visited my mom and begged her to make our favourite croquettes. I thought it would be a small yet meaningful forgiving gift. What do you say?” He asked

You still gave him the silent treatment. Pedri fell on his knees kissing your hands and saying “Cmon Y/N what more can I do to forgive me?”

You suddenly turned your head and looked at him with your playful eyes “Well there is a way to make me forgive you and if you are a good boy you can get a reward later” you said making Pedri blush and starting to sweat

You stood up heading to your bedroom where Pedri followed you like his life depended on all of this. Pedri closed the door and prepared himself for what was gonna happen next.

You moved the strips of your nightgown allowing your dress falling from you and leaving you only with your lingerie bra and pants. The underwear made your curves and chest look perfect and that made Pedri’s jaw to fall on the floor. “Oh god Y/N you look fucking amazing, I need to be inside of you, pls let me in I swear you won’t regret this” Pedri said while his bulge started being visible from his skinny jeans

“Not so fast Pepi, you have to satisfy my g spot differently before your dick feels every inch of my pussy” you said in dominant way. You sit on the edge of the bed and then slowly you started opening your legs widely.

“Y/N -I… God I am so fucking horny rn pls i can’t wait anymore” he said while suffering from pain. “Shut up and get on your fucking knees, you are wasting time” Pedri obeyed you like a good little boy and after removing his shirt, he dropped on his knees ready to pleasure you in every way you wanted

“Now do a good use of your mouth and start licking every inch of my pussy, I want to see my cum on your mouth. If you succeed then i am all yours” Pedri didn’t waste a second and rapidly removed your pants exposing your wet pussy

He put one of his fingers to massage your clit and felt all the wetness “Joder Y/N so fucking wet for me and I didn’t even do anything to you yet” he said. “Less talking pepi and more action”

He started by kissing your inner thigh and then by moving closer to your outer lips where you felt all his saliva. You let out a small moan from the enjoyment while throwing your head back. He moved to your inner lips and ultimately found your vaginal opening where he entered you with his tongue. His pace was ideal, you enjoyed every moment of it but you wanted more you wanted to be in this position forever. “Fuck Pedri you do me so good you are almost there” you said while pushing his head further inside

“A little eager aren’t we Y/N?” he said. “Shut up! You aren’t allowed to talk until you make me cum”. Pedri made his pace faster and you felt your cum being on the edge. You rode yourself on his mouth so you could help spread your juices all over his face

“Pedri I am gonna cum…omg you make me feel so fucking alive” you moaned. Suddenly you breathed and let it all out. Pedri’s face was covered with your cum but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he licked his lips “Y/N you taste so good. I wanna eat you like this every night” he said

“Btw am I forgiven now?” He asked. You took him from his neck and started kissing him passionately, putting in him top of your bare skin so you could feel his muscles and abs. “Does this answer your question?” you asked

With one of his hands he unclenched your bra exposing your tits in his face. You on the other hand you reached with your hand inside of his boxers so you could feel his hot hardened cock. That was a sign for you to help his situation…

End of part one

I could have written more but it is already big so I am gonna divide this into two parts:))

Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the second enjoyable part😮‍💨

Btw this was my first story so sorry if the details aren’t perfect🥲

[lieblingspulli]

Evenings: SKZ

w/c: 1.3k

Leeknow* x Fem Reader＊

Summary: You wake up from a long nap in the early evening before your boyfriend, so you decide to make dinner. However, he also wakes up shortly after and sneakily doesn’t say anything and begins to help you without being noticed. When you do, he showers you with affection

A/N: The way that I kept putting off Leeknow’s WIP is embarrassing omg. Anyway,,,, here she is! I don’t know why I found it so incredibly hard to write and characterize Leeknow as he is in my bias line?? I don’t know, maybe it's cuz he’s goofy but also super private! I respect that. I hope you enjoy this piece. I really relate to Leeknow’s demeanor and tried to convey his goofy but gentle side here. 

*sidenote: I use the name Minho here instead of Leeknow because it feels more personal and intimate to call/ think about someone by their personal name.

＊Usage of pronouns She/her maybe like twice at most.

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The time read 5:14pm. The house was dead silent except for the quiet hum of the dishwasher and the gentle tapping of raindrops on the window. You felt warm and cozy being bundled up in your favorite duvet and being tucked into your boyfriend’s embrace. The only real reason you woke up was because of the undeniable feeling of hunger in your stomach. You sigh, thinking about having to leave such a comfortable position. Based on the time, you estimate that the both of you slept for about two hours. After a long workweek for both you and Minho, you felt pretty good about not sleeping too long. Giving in to the hunger, you resign to making some dinner to at least have it ready for Minho when he wakes up. 

Slowly, you pry yourself away from the warm arms of your partner and amazingly, he doesn’t make a sound. As careful as you can, you tuck the blanket over him and turn around to tiptoe outside of the bedroom before carefully closing the door. 

Once outside, you are greeted by Dori who was waiting for one of you guys to wake up. 

“Hi my love.” You whisper before scratching the top of her head and scanning for the other cats. Once spotted, both tucked into their bed, you quietly walk over to the kitchen. You are on a mission. 

There doesn’t seem to be much in the fridge as you scan for leftovers or possible ingredients. However, there are a few veggies and some noodles among other ingredients. You get to work right away.

In the process of trying to quietly take all your utensils and tools out, you don’t even notice the bedroom door creaking open. You are so engrossed in trying to stay quiet as you begin to chop vegetables that Minho takes this opportunity to really appreciate his partner. 

As soon as you left the bed and closed the door, Minho felt the space you had left behind and cracked his eyes open. Not usually one for naps, he slept strangely really well. Maybe it was all that recording his team had been doing lately, or the excessive gym activities that Changbin had made them all do for their SKZ code episodes. Either way, Minho felt heavy, like a rock, after his nap. 

Minho’s first post-nap thoughts were that one, he was sleeping with way too many blankets because of Y/n, and two, speaking of Y/n, what was she up to? Stirring and stretching, Minho didn’t have a lot of thoughts to think about since it was Friday evening. He groaned and threw the blankets off the bed a little too excessively because they ended up completely on the floor. Whoops. 

He could hear the sound of soft clunks as he opened the bedroom door. It was Y/n, chopping some bell pepper. Minho got so caught up in thinking about how grateful he was to have you that he failed to move for several minutes. It wasn’t until Dori rubbed up against his leg that he snapped out of his sleepy trance. That nap really did wonders for him. He just sighed and leaned down quietly to scratch Dori’s chin. 

Thankfully, you were so focused on the veggies in front of you, Minho was able to sneak behind you and take one of the sheet pans you had laid out with the spices. Opting to help, Minho began to spread out some olive oil and butter with spices onto the pan so you could just toss the veggies in it and not have to use a bowl. Minho turned to you and was slightly amazed you hadn’t noticed him yet. 

Minho decided to speak up just as you set down the knife. 

“Did I do this right, Jagiya?” 

You jumped about a foot into the air, almost dropping the mushroom in your hand. 

“Minho! You scared the crap out of me oh my god.” You took a breath and laughed. Minho smirked in satisfaction before placing the pan down and pulling you into him by the waist.

“You just looked so pretty, I couldn’t disturb you looking so peaceful.” He cheekily pointed out and tapped your sides. You rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his god awful nap hair.  Naps always made his hair stick up everywhere. You always argued it was his cat pillow case, but he absolutely refused to get rid of it. 

“I was going to make us dinner but you woke up before the surprise was done.” You pouted. He smiled and started swaying with you in his arms. 

“You could have woken me up to help you. You know I love helping you.”

“I know, sometimes I just love doing something for you. And besides, you looked like an angel just sleeping and dreaming so peacefully like that.” You scratched his head and he melted into your hands. 

“Mmmmm, I love you.” He purred. You chuckled and kissed his lips lightly. “I love you too Minho, but I am so hungry right now. Can you help me finish?” You challenged him like one would do with a five year old. 

“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He giggled and you smacked his shoulder. 

“Yah, I will throw a mushroom at you.” 

“Oh no! The evil mushroom! I’m so scared.” He laughed and tapped your butt to let you know you could continue on with your mission. You shook your head and turned around to continue dinner. Now, with Minho to assist you, you made significant progress and took one more step to finishing dinner. 

About an hour later, you were finally seated at the dinner table, waiting for Minho to bring the mango juice carton. 

“Hurry uppppp, I’m hungry.” You jokingly complained and leaned down to give Soonie some head pats. “Soonie is hungry too.” 

“That’s ridiculous, I just fed them.” Minho tsked and closed the fridge behind him. 

You glared at him. “Do you not love your kids? I’d feed you again if I could, my little baby.” You spoke to a curious looking Soonie. Minho sat down and rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you treat me like that?” You scoffed. 

“What? I already do! Do you know how many times I’ve been late to the bus stop because you won’t stop asking for kisses?” You loved teasing him back. He scoffed back and poured you a glass of mango juice. “Hey, those are important. I can’t let you leave without at least four of them. It’s like a good luck thing you know.” He said this so indifferently, almost like it was common knowledge. Taking the cup, you nodded to feign agreement. “Yea, okay Minho. Does that mean if I only get three, I’ll get run over by a bike?” You stared at him and he promptly nodded. “Absolutely. I can’t endanger you like that,” Minho stated with resolution and quickly dug into the food. 

You smirked and began to eat before you felt a tap on your arm. You looked up to see Minho with his hand out and with baby eyes. 

“Oh my gosh, we just cuddled for like the past two hours Minho.” But you quickly indulged him and for the rest of the time you both ate with one hand in each other's hands. 

((I've come to the conclusion that I can't write for Leeknow without feeling very cringey because I know he would make fun of anyone for writing fanfiction LMAO))

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible by J.R. Miller

The Wise and Foolish Virgins (Matthew 25:1-13)

The three parables in this chapter teach great lessons. They are based on the promise of Christ’s return. He is surely coming again, but when no one can know. But we should live always so as to be ready for His most sudden coming any moment.

The ten virgins were alike in some ways. An onlooker in the early evening could not have told which were the wise, and which the foolish. Each had her lamp. In any Christian congregation the members may all seem alike true friends of Christ, as they sit in their pews in common worship or at the Lord’s Table. The testing comes in other ways.

All the virgins slept while the bridegroom tarried. There was nothing wrong in this. We all have to sleep some time. We should be sure that we are safe against any surprise while we are asleep, that no duty has been omitted before we slept, which is essential to a complete life. The wise virgins were ready for the coming of the wedding party at any hour, however long the delay might be. We are not required to wake and watch every moment for the coming of Christ; we are to be ready for the event so that we cannot be surprised. For example, we are not to think every moment of death but we are so to live always that whenever death may come, however suddenly, it will not find us unprepared. “Not what death finds us doing but how death finds us furnished, is the important question.”

The lamps of the foolish virgins did not hold much oil and would soon burn out, and these maidens had no oil in reserve to refill their lamps when they became empty. This was their folly. The difference in the other virgins, was that besides having their lamps filled, they had oil in reserve with which they could quickly refill them when they had burned out.

This is plain enough as regards these virgins. Applied to human lives, the teaching is also clear. The wise Christian is the one who is not content with a mere profession or with external marks of godliness. These may seem to be satisfactory in the easy days when there is no stress but in the hour of trial, they will not stand the test. The essential thing is the grace of God in the heart, or real union with Christ. This is represented in the parable by the supply of oil by which the wise virgins were made ready for the need which the midnight brought. If we have only the little lamp of our own life, we may get along while there is not great stress but in the hour of trial, we shall fail. But if we have Christ with His Divine fullness we can draw from Him for any sorrow, struggle or hard duty.

Midnight came and brought great commotion. The virgins were all sleeping, waiting until they should be summoned out to meet the bridegroom. Life is full of emergencies which come so suddenly that there is not time to prepare for them. If we are not ready at the moment of need we cannot become ready. Now it was that the watchfulness of all the virgins was tested. The delay had been so long, that all the lamps were burning low. Now appeared the wisdom of the five who had oil in reserve. Their lamps were quickly filled, and they were ready to go with the bridegroom. Now was brought out also the folly of the other virgins. Their lamps were going out, and they had no oil to refill them.

It is such occasions as these that test character. They show what is in us. No one is ready for life’s sudden emergencies unless he has made preparation in advance for anything that may happen. One who has missed his lessons and trifled in school days will by and by find the doors of opportunity shut to him, because he is not ready to go in. Many a man fails in life, because through early neglect he has not the training for his place or business, the reason being that he wasted the time when it was his duty to make the preparation. Many a woman fails in her homemaking and wrecks her own happiness and that of her family, because at the right time she did not learn the simple household arts which fit a girl for being a good wife.

The foolish virgins missed the wedding joy and were shut out in the darkness, because earlier they had not laid up a reserve of oil. Many people’s religion fails them in times of need, because they have not really the Word of God laid up in their hearts. “A man has only as much religion, as he can command in trial.”

It was a natural request that these distressed virgins made: “‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out!” At first thought, too, we would say that the wise virgins should have granted this pathetic request of their sisters. If you were very hungry and I had even a crust of bread, it would not be right for me to eat all of my crust myself. We are taught that we should bear one another’s burdens and that the strong should help the weak. Yet the refusal of the wise is reasonable and right when we look at it thoughtfully. If you and your neighbor have each signed a note for a certain sum, to fall due on a certain date, and you by dint of economy and perseverance have been able to lay by just enough to meet your obligation, while your neighbor, wasting his hours on trifles, has made no provision for the day of settlement; and if on the morning when the note falls due, he should come beseeching you to give him some of your money to help him pay his debt would you give it to him? Does the law of love require that you should?

There is also an important spiritual lesson which the parable is meant to teach that the gifts and blessings of grace are not transferable. No matter how eagerly one may wish to impart them, he cannot do it. If one woman has improved her opportunities and grown into refined and disciplined character, while her sister has missed her chance and has grown up into weak and uncultured womanhood; the first sister cannot give of her strength, self-control, and noble spirit to the other, to help her through some special emergency.

If one man has studied diligently and learned every lesson, at last reaching a position of eminence and power -he cannot give of his trained ability to his brother, who has trifled through years, to help to make his life a success. A brave soldier in the battle cannot share his discipline and courage with trembling comrade by his side. In temptation, one who is victorious cannot give part of his strength to a friend by his side who is about to fall. We cannot share our forgiveness of sin with our dearest friend. Each one must live his own life, bear his own burden, and have the grace of the Holy Spirit for himself. No one can give another these gifts.

It was a tragic moment when the foolish virgins got back to the house and found themselves too late: “The door was shut!” It had stood open long enough for all who were ready to enter. Then it was closed and could not be opened again. This teaches us the meaning of opportunity. We may apply it to the matter of personal salvation. There is a time to be saved, and when that time is past, the door is shut! Life is full of opportunities. There is a time when we can enter God’s family, receiving all blessing. Then there is a time when the door is closed, and all the powers of the universe could not open it again.

To the young people every door stands open. They can get an education and a training to fit them for noble, beautiful and worthy life. They can make good friends, friends whose companionship and help would enrich their whole life. They can form good habits which would build up fine character in them and make them respected and influential in the community. They can read good books which will fill their minds and hearts with noble thoughts and upward inspirations. They can win victory over their own lives and become self - controlled and kingly among men. But the doors stand open only a reasonable time there is not a moment to lose. By and by they will be shut. Then no imploring cry will open them again.

The lesson for all is, “Watch therefore!” We know not the day nor the hour. That is true of our Lord’s coming. It is true of death. But it is true also of nearly every other experience of life. We go on, not knowing. The future is closed to our eyes. We know not what awaits us at any turning of a street corner, or what we shall have to meet any moment as we go. The only way to be ready for the unknown events of tomorrow, is to improve every opportunity of today.