#special shout-out to reclining man in front

[daguerreotyping]

Albumen print of a group of 19th century men dressed in 16th century costume, c. 1890s

[pixxie999]

Lewd Scene #5: A Lovely Panty Shot

Walking down the street, I scanned my surroundings. People walked past me from all sorts of directions. Vehicles drove past me as well. My ears caught people's chatter and laughter. 

     Children played with one another on the sidewalks. The buildings gazed at the busy sector. Today was such an amazing time to go out on a date. 

     I grinned and blushed my cheeks whenever I thought of Mei, looking up at the sky turning orange from blue. The stars and the crescent moon slowly appeared in the sky while the sun was slowly reclining from the world. 

     Ooo, man. This is so exciting. I'm finally getting a chance to have a nice, special dinner with my girlfriend. Oh, man. She's an amazing woman, that's for sure.

     I stopped by the restaurant right after I purchased flowers from the flower stall. I sniffed those crimson flowers with my eyes closed. My nostrils accepted the beautiful aroma from the flowers. Sighing, Blushing, I opened my relaxed eyes. 

     Ohhh, these flowers smell so nice. I can't wait to deliver them to Mei. She'll definitely be in love with this one. 

     I stood there for a while, waiting patiently for my date to arrive until my eyes widened and spotted her afar off. I opened my mouth with my eyes blushed. There she is!

     There I saw Mei walking down the street. She was as beautiful as ever. Her blue eyes gazed at me. Her red lips and orange hair glitters under the remaining sunlight. She wore her red dress with some rose designs at the bottom of it and a low cut, along with her red high heeled sandals. 

      Her tits bounced a bit with her nips poked through her dress. She grinned at me when our eyes finally made eye contact. We waved at one another while my eyes sighed and my cheeks reddened whenever I saw her chest. 

     Aaaahhh, now that was stimulating to watch…She's definitely smoking hot for a fourteen year old as usual. Then the blushness and reddened on my cheeks disappeared from my face as I held up the flowers right in front of me, looking at the flowers and Mei back and forth. Right, time to deliver these once and for all.

     "Hi there, Nick!" Mei shouted halfway towards me. 

     "Hi there, Mei!" I shouted back, watching her keep going until she felt something touching her leg behind her. 

     "Huh?!" Mei asked when she stopped moving, turning around while she stepped on a steel grid. "What the hell was that?"

     Then the air blew Mei's dress up from the above. Ah! I broadened my eyes when I saw Mei's pink panties being displayed for the public to see. 

     Mei's scarlet looked down below her, noticing her dress being lifted up in the air from the air vent. She put her dress down and screamed, squeezing her breasts together for her nipples to erect harder than ever before. 

      While most people just mind their own business and walked past her, some guys' faces blushed, ogling, cat calling and whistling at Mei. With my face not blushing, I ran to her and covered her behind. Once I pulled her away from the air vent, Mei turned around and smiled at me out of joy.

      "Oh, thank you for your help, Nick!" She exclaimed. 

     "You're very welcome," I said, closing my eyes with a smile. Reopening them, I gave her the flowers. "Oh, and here you are, beautiful. I almost forgot to hand you these."

     Mei gasped when she accepted them. "Ah, thank you so much."

     "You're welcome," I said.

This scene was also just came out of my head instead. So what do you guys think? Do ya love it? Do ya hate it? Let me know in the comments either in Tumblr or Twitter. Otherwise, take care!

[skellebonez]

(kicks door down) INVERTED AU WITH PROMPT 72, SPECIFICALLY WITH MK

I’m not going to write out the ENTIRE TikTok so just. Watch an enjoy the madness that is B Dylan Hollis. It will make this fill so much more entertaining.

Don’t you dare.

Had it not been even a few weeks ago things would be almost completely on their normal “regular day with no special plans” schedule. Wake up, work, hang out with Pigsy and Tang, get Mei to have some fun, run off to Mount Huaguo for training with Sun Wukong, make sure the immortal Monkey King is taking care of himself, go home and sleep (a few gaps between each in case he needed to chuck a water bottle or granola bar at any of his friends and make sure they weren’t overworking themselves and if he came across anyone who needed his special brand of, as Macaque once called it, “aggressive self care affection”).

But no. Oh no. This was not a few weeks ago.

This was now, not even a month after the Lunar New Year Festival. Not even a month after he was finally introduced to the rest of Spider Queen’s family- plus one not so accidental addition who had decided it would be a fantastic idea to experiment on himself for funsies and “oops all spiders”.

Said addition stood, or rather half stood and half reclined on the mechnical legs protruding from his back, diligently typing away at his computer. The same computer he hadn’t stepped away from except to take a shower earlier in the day.

17 hours ago.

“Syntax,” MK said with the most gentle warning tone he could muster... which, to anyone unfamiliar with MK would sound like he spoke the human turned spider demon’s name like a threat. “Please tell me you have eaten more than a single calorie bar today.”

“I have eaten more than a single calorie bar today,” the scientist assured with a barely thrown over his shoulder smile in the younger man’s direction.

“Ok g-”

“I ate 2.”

The proud look on Syntax's face, as if he had figured out the loophole to end all loopholes, was a stark contrast to MK's expression of angry horror.

"You can't just eat TWO CALORIE BARS, Syntax!" He shouted, grabbing the scientist by his lab coat sleeve before starting to drag him out of the laboratory. If anyone was there to witness this they would find this feat impressive given how Syntax dug his mechanical legs into the floor in protest.

"I have survived on these so far and I will conti-"

"Survived, yeah, as a human," MK noted as he realized the other was simply allowing him to lead him along without a fight in the least. "But you're a spider demon... cyborg... guy now, you need more sustenance than that. And you needed more before!"

"3 bars?"

"NO MORE OF THE FUCKING BARS!"

The moment Syntax shrunk back in reaction to MK’s yelling the Monkie Kid took his chance and gripped the scientist’s sides and tossed the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before breaking out into a sprint down the halls of Spider Queen’s lair.

“Don’t you dare!” Syntax yelped, attempting to free his arms or move his spider legs but gave up on the later and instead retracted them out of fear he might accidentally harm his captor. “I have work to finish, young man!”

“You can’t finish if you die of malnutrition, I’m teaching you how to cook!”

As they ran toward the entrance they passed Spider Queen who, upon realizing what was happening, gave them a calm wave and a smile.

“Make sure to have him back in time for you to get home before dark, MK!”

“EVEN MY QUEEN IS BETRAYING ME!”

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Syntax eventually gave in. After all, despite his new enhancements he was still no match for the sheer strength of the Monkey King himself in the hands of a very determined young man with a hard line stance on self care.

And somehow this man decided he should be deposited in... his kitchen.

In front of a phone set up like... a camera.

Huh.

“Uh-”

“Hold that thought!” MK said, positioning Syntax just out of sight as he grabbed a cook book and hit record. “A bean PIE from the 1920s! Today we’re doing something different-” he reached over and grabbed Syntax’s arm, pulling him into frame without even a single change in his expression. “Today I have an assistant because SOMEONE doesn’t know how to EAT NUTRITION and needs more Vitamin B.”

As he let go of the scientist’s arm he turned to him, face as serious as a miscalculated formula when a project was due in 1 hour.

“OK, you’re the science dude. Let me tell you something from experience,” MK grabbed the cook book, holding it up. “Cooking IS science. And this science insists that BEANS can be made into a PIE which I think is bullshit and I am going to prove on camera. Until you learn how to eat things that aren’t instant bars, you are going to join me on my cooking science experiments. Understood?”

Truth me told, Syntax didn’t see the appeal in cooking. It was far too much hassle for something as basic as nutritional supplements you could acquire from far easier means that did not involve making a mess you had to clean up later... but...

The idea that cooking could be a science... that he had never considered before. And MK seemed to be pretty well convinced that he was correct in this assertion. This was part of why Syntax had, for a while now, considered reaching out to him with an offer of becoming his assistant. His tenacity and determination was something that was a great asset in the field of scientific discovery after all! And well...

If making a weird pie could get him into the young man’s good graces...

“Where do we start?”

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MK held up a bowl of beans to the camera. “Now these took a long bath last night-” he turned to Syntax. “-I’ll splice in some footage from earlier here later-TIME TO COOK EM!”

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“The pot,” Syntax noted, pointing to the pot on MK’s stove that had begun to over boil.

“AAGH!” MK yelped, sliding over from where he was grabbing his mixer. “BEAN REBELLION!”

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“Eggie,” MK chuckled out, cracking an egg into the mixing bowl with the rest of the ingredients.

“How many eggs does it call for?” Syntax asked, trying to make sense out of the madness he was being witness to.

“How many? I don’t know, it just says EGGS.” MK gestured to the cookbook before them as if it has just insulted Pigsy himself to MK’s face.

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“FORE!” MK yelled, closing his eyes and turning on the blender as Syntax held a frying pan in front of himself in preparation for disaster.

And disaster came... just not in the way either expected, as the blender sputtered and just.... stopped.

“... did you just kill my blender?” MK turned the knob on it, shaking it and tapping it gently. “HELLO?”

He shook it harder, twisting and turning the knob on the front wildly before he broke down into laughter. “THE BEANS KILLED MY BLENDER.” MK crossed his arms on the counter, laying his head down on them as he devolved into equally amused and annoyed cackles. “This has never happened before, how the hell!?”

“Well...” Syntax looked around, finding an induction blender sitting half buried on the opposite side of the counter. “Will this work?”

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Finally. After waiting for the pie to bake. It was done.

A piece sat on a plate before both men, looking both intimidating and somehow delectable at the same time. But both were well away this concoction was primarily sugar, cinnamon, and BEANS. They looked at each other for a moment before nodding, each taking a fork full of the pit before shoving it into their mouths expecting the worst.

MK looked at Syntax as they chewed. Then the camera. Then he started to laugh through his bite as Syntax’s face went on a journey from “this tastes good” to “HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS TASTE GOOD”.

“Nothing makes sense anymore,” he moaned, gesturing to the pie slice before him as he began to laugh in disbelief.

“WHY ARE YOU GOOD?” Syntax asked, shaking his plate slightly. “You have a bag of BEANS in you!”

MK laughed harder, needing to put his plate on the counter as he needed to hold his sides from the pain of trying not to laugh louder than he was.

“This is like if tomato soup made a cake that tasted like chocolate!”

“I-It!” MK wheezed, holding up one hand to get the scientist’s attention. “It has!”

“I’M SORRY- WHAT!?”

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“Yes? Oh, that’s fine dear! Yes, as long as he has somewhere to sleep and I know where he is- ... yes, we would love to try some when you escort him home tomorrow! Thank you, take care now,” Spider Queen said, smiling as she hung up the cell phone that Pigsy and Tang had no kindly helped her acquire.

“So, uh...” Huntsman asked, rubbing the back of his neck in concern and confusion. “What’s up?”

“Syntax will be spending the evening with MK!” She announced, smiling wide. “He’s taken up an interest in baking, apparently. Something about needing to unlock the secrets of tomato soup and beans.”

[flowerofadifferentkind]

The Best Drug Ever

In which you're smitten with your newborn baby.

Hahaha so this is a crack fic that is pretty much a written version of a soft dream I had after watching the Grammys. This is my first fic in this fandom, huzzah!

Special thanks to @juniebjoneswrites for encouraging me to post!

Rated T for suggestions of sex and drugs? But not really.

**Warnings: briefest mentions of birth and breastfeeding. **

Word Count: 954

Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!!

He’d fallen asleep awhile ago, but you needed one more hit. That all encompassing love and devotion to this tiny human you’d grown inside of you. That love and protectiveness and ...possessiveness? All of those feelings came from the smell of your tiny son. The same little baby who slept in your arms with the same dreamy smile as his daddy. His daddy, who was just over there, and hadn't yet gotten a hit of this brand new drug. It was hardly fair, since he'd help make him, and sharing is caring, right? 

“Harry!” You whisper-shout to your husband, who was asleep in  the corner in an uncomfortable looking recliner facing the bed. He could have slept  in the cot on the other side of the room, but he insisted saying he couldn’t possibly be that far away from his whole world. He jolts awake, tired eyes scanning the room for the source of whatever problem has caused you to wake him, or better yet, for you to wake at all.He grunts, sitting up, blinking rapidly.

“What? S’a matter? Are you alright? Is the baby-? Do you need a nurse?” He asked, eyes frantically scanning you as you hold your newborn son.

“We’re fine. Come ‘ere.” You whisper softly, trying to soothe him, feeling badly for having woken him up at all. You instantly see him deflate, relief washing over his features in an instant. You  beckon him with one finger, and he stumbles sleepily to your hospital bed, and you carefully scoot over, trying not to disturb the tiny sleeping human in your arms. He lets out the softest whimper, and you freeze, scared to even breathe for a moment, but he relaxes back into his quiet slumber. You scoot the rest of the way over, leaving barely enough room for the large man to fit beside you, not that being this close has ever been a problem. Your left hip is wedged uncomfortably against the bed rail, but you needed him close. To share your findings with him.

“Not that I don’t love the two of you more than anyone else in the world, but why are we awake? The nurse said-” He says tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then carding a hand through his disheveled curls.

“He woke up really briefly. I checked his diaper, and gave him some boob. Went right back to sleep.” You rambled, waving off his concern.

“Then why-” He started, brows furrowing together in confusion.

“Because-Smell. We’ve made the ultimate crack, Harry. Best drug I’ve ever had.” You rush out, not wanting him to interrupt you again.  You lift the baby in your arms slightly, shifting him to Harry. He did as you bid, smelling your sons’ head with a smile on his tired face.

“Mmm. Yeah. ‘ve always loved the smell of babies.” He replied softly, the grin deepening, revealing his dimples.

“No. Smell deeper. He’s - the smell. It’s ours. I’ve never felt this way smelling any other baby.” You rush out, eyes pricking with tears because that’s what happened now when you got overly emotional. He obliged again, this time taking a deep inhale right by the baby’s soft tufts of hair.

“You know what? You’re right. It is a special baby smell. Like-” He smells again “ -Makes me feel protective. And - possessive?  Like- and he is- he’s mine. He’s ours. I- You did so good, darling.” He says seriously,  eyes crinkling around the edges.

“Mmm. Yeah. He is ours” You lean your head on his shoulder, a sleepy smile spreading across your face. You take a moment to admire the absolutely perfect baby in front of you, that the two of you made.”And yeah. We did good.”

“Let’s put him back in the cot, Get some sleep while we can.” He says, standing, and holding his arms out for the baby. 

“Alright.” You sigh a bit of a whine in your voice, inhaling the precious scent again before  handing him over. Harry holds the little boy like he’s made of glass, even though this is not the first time he’s held him, you watch in awe as this amazing man was reduced to a nervous mess, unsure of every movement. He placed the  swaddled baby into the cot, and tucked his cap more snuggly around his head.

“There you go. Sleep tight. I love you, little man.” He cooed softly, fingers lingering on the side of the cot, hesitant to leave his side. He eventually did, and came back to you. You smiled sleepily, and he held you close, leaning halfway onto the bed. He gave your forehead a firm kiss, and breathed your scent in.

“Mmmm. Now that, that smell is my drug of choice.” He said with a rough edge to his voice. You are reduced to a quick giggle, before remembering the sleeping infant in the cot at the foot of the bed, panicking briefly, relieved  when the baby doesn’t stir. You inhale his unique smell, as you had plenty of times before, relishing in the musky undertones that were very much Harry.

“And I’m addicted to yours. Love you baby. Now go to your bed, and hopefully tomorrow we’ll be able to sleep in our own bed.”

“Hopefully. M’back really doesn’t like this arrangement.”

“You should sleep on your cot.” You tease lightly, having had this discussion the night before.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. ‘S my back.” He grumbled, heading over to the dreaded recliner. “ Goodnight m’angel. Love you.” He sighed as he sat down, blowing a kiss from his spot.

“Goodnight, lover.” You say as you catch his kiss. You drift off into the short lived sleep of new parents. 

[tj-wrote-things]

𝐀 𝐆𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤

𝐧𝐢𝐤𝗼𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬𝗼𝐯 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝗺!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝗼 @itisroe 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗺𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝗼𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐀.𝐍: 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 2𝐤 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐟. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝗼𝐲:)

-quick little psa, Nikolai and Reader are both kinda ducks cause they’re hurt and stressed. I DONT THINK it’s okay to invalidate a significant other, however I do believe people say things they don’t mean-

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“Yes, Genya, I’ve checked the place cards, and I told Alina to make sure no one was allergic to anything.” You sighed heavily from your place on the lavish fainting chair, reclining to avoid wrinkling your dress. Tamar widened her eyes, and shook her head subtly at you, warning you of the danger that comes with poking the bear.

Genya turned sharply and raised a fiery eyebrow at you, almost daring you to get smart again. “Listen, wiseass, this is my wedding day, and if anything goes wrong, as my Maid of Honor you’re responsible.” She reached into the smooth mahogany surface of the vanity and brandished a particularly sharp looking razor blade. “Got it?” You widened your eyes and rose from the chair, no longer feeling safe.

“I’m gonna go check in with the band,” you mumbled, speed walking straight to the door. Genya nodded curtly. As you wrenched the door open, you came face to face with Alina, holding the thin, cream colored shawl Genya had requested.

“Be careful,” you whispered. “She’s in a mood.” Alina rolled her eyes.

“And it's probably all your fault.” she smiled, letting the door shut behind you. You chuckled to yourself at the thought of getting a rise out of Genya, a woman who had quickly become a sister to you from the moment you arrived at the Little Palace, no matter how many times you pissed her off.

You made it a few paces from the door before you heard a startling shout from the room you just left.

“Make sure they don’t play a polka song!”

“Alright,” you hollered back hoarsely. “Just save that braying voice for your vows!”

Making your way to the parlour room was simple enough, considering you had done it a thousand times before. The hard part was making it past the boys room.

You were all the way at the end of the hall, and yet you could hear the commotion from within David’s room. As you stepped closer and closer, heels clacking on the pristine tiled floor, the garbled noise of grown men arguing became clearer and clearer.

“For saints’ sake David! You look fine!”

“Genya would say my necktie clashes with my haircut!” Another round of groans erupted, and you smiled.

Of every couple in all Os Alta, Genya and David would take the cake when it came to “opposites attract”. You’d always thought they were perfectly paired, with David’s demure nature and Genya’s strongly worded opinions. They balanced one another, and brought out the best in them both.

You thought that you’d get lucky, and be able to walk past the room swiftly without being noticed, but of course, fate was being a real bitch.

Just as your left foot set down in front of their door, it was pulled open abruptly. One moment, you were striding swiftly through an abandoned corridor, and in the next you were being stared down by arguably the one man you could’ve gone all day without seeing.

Nikolai blinked and cleared his throat, and did the one thing you least expected. He grabbed you, not unkindly, by the arm, and hauled you into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Have a look,” he said, pointing to David, who was standing rather awkwardly in the middle of the room, rolling his eyes everytime Mal tried to convince him he looked fine. “Doesn’t David’s tie match perfectly with his hair?” He didn’t even wait for you to respond. “I picked it out myself, so of course he’d look impeccable.”

Your hunger for chaos just couldn't resist. You frowned mockingly, and rested your chin on your fist. “Well, the knot is a little big…” you moved for the mass of garments piling up on David’s bed, and swiftly pulled out another tie. This one was a dark violet color, and perfect for the occasion, for you happened to know that Genya’s wedding bouquet had flowers of the same shade. You looped the fabric around David’s neck after removing the old one, and tied it, not unlike a sister would. “There.” You patted him on the shoulders. “You look great, David.”

You picked up the skirt of your dress as you went to exit, stopping to pat Nikolai on the arm. “Don’t feel bad about the tie, Nikolai. We both know you have trouble seeing a good thing even when it’s right in front of you.” You left without another word, neck bobbing, but head held high.

He knew what you’d been talking about, of course; your failed relationship. You and Nikolai had been together for all of 7 months, before the cares of both of your positions began to take their toll. As king of Ravka, Nikolai was resolute in his decision to be a great ruler above all else, and he honored that decision in full.

He made regular visits to every corner of his country, doing what he could to alleviate the stresses that formed in the aftermath of the war, and oftentimes took you with him, if you could spare the time. He took special care to attend every meeting and listen intently to any conversation that had anything to do with his beloved Ravka, to avoid making the same decisions that cost his father the throne, and his people their security.

You loved it. You loved him, too. His dedication to a land that had been so neglected by his forefathers was something that you revered in your lover, and respected. And he respected your work, too, and all that you did in the name of the Second Army and the throne. The time you spent together was always treasured.

However, he as King and you as General, there was only so much time to be spent together. It had become routine for both parties, night after night to come home to the bedroom, and find the other fast asleep, unyieldingly busy, or just not there. You slept in the same bed, and yet, you both had felt the cold arms of distance more than the arms of the other. It was only a matter of time until either of you reached your breaking point, after all, it was no easy thing to fall asleep and wake up in an empty room, not when you knew the one who shared it was long gone.

He had walked into your room, late at night after a day of meetings and diplomacies. You were sitting, hunched over, bathed in the light of the oil lamp hanging over you, slowly sorting through and filing away the documents detailing the expenses of the Second Army. He had strode over to you, and placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, squeezing slightly.

You hummed in acknowledgement, unwilling to turn away from the paper before you. “What,” he said. “No hello?” You shrugged off his hand as you reached for your pen.

Signing the line at the edge of the page, you responded halfheartedly. “Nik, I’m really busy right now.” You had hoped that your displeasure at the work laid out before you would be conveyed through your words, but it seemed that was not the case. Nikolai, in all his stressed out glory, believed the displeasure was directed at him.

Retracting his hand and moving towards the bed, he muttered, “Saints forbid I be shown a little affection.” You did not intend to hear him, but you couldn’t help  but respond. Not when, just days ago, sitting at the same desk, Nikolai had done the same thing.

“Affection,” you repeated, setting your pen down and leaning back in the chair. “Pray tell, Nikolai, when was the last time you paid me any affection. Or indeed, any attention at all?” Nikolai shook his head, and tugged off his shirt as he readied himself for the night, sighing when he saw your challenging expression. He prattled off his response without a second though.

“I'm the King. You're just a soldier.” You scoffed, and stared at him for a moment, wondering if he would recant, and apologize for all he just insinuated.

He did not. Nikolai crawled onto his side of the bed, his back facing you, and remained silent.

For him to invalidate you, and your work—

“Right,” you said, standing to collect your things. “In that case, I think I’ll stay in the Little Palace tonight. With the other soldiers.” That had been the end of it.

Nikolai’s pride prevented him from approaching you, and your resolve to remain unbroken kept you from approaching him. You knew if you tried to talk about it, it would kill you from the inside out. So that was how it went. You put up with Nikolai, for the sake of your friends, and country, and spoke shortly and when spoken to. Nikolai did likewise.

Until the wedding reception, that is. You’d done your best, really. You really tried to goad Genya and get him assigned to a different table, but of course it wouldn't happen. She’d given you a resolute no, claiming that the Maid of Honor and the Best Man had to sit at the same table and they had to share at least one dance.

You weren't so sure how legit that last claim was, but you didn't have it in you to argue. The lamps dimmed, and the band stopped, making way for the newlyweds to impress the attendees. David was smiling brightly, with one arm wrapped around Genya’s waist as he waltzed them around the floor, only dropping his grin when he gestured to Nikolai to take your hand. Nikolai huffed, and looked at you straight on.

“Genya said we have to dance.” He knocked back his brandy, and stood up, regal as ever, and extended a hand to you. 

You looked up from your own unfinished glass humorlessly. “Well don’t sound so excited.” You caught a narrow glare from Genya as she whirled around the floor. You stood and took his hand, allowing him to lead you to the floor.

You were getting too close.

The intoxicating smell of Nikolai’s cologne was shoving you closer and closer to the edge, let alone the warm feeling of his hand on the small of your back. Deep down you knew that if he moved his hand to your hip, it would be over, and you would drown in shared memories of nights spent in tangled sheets and abandoned alcoves.

You cleared your throat, and allowed your own hands to take their place, one in his hand, and one on his shoulder. With a swell of the music, you were off, onto the dancefloor in a flourish of fake smiles and internal screaming. 

Nikolai glanced down at you, noticing the way you looked at anything but him. “So,” he said. “I have trouble seeing a good thing even when it’s right in front of me.” You didn't say anything, clenching your jaw. “No, no,” he continued. “You’re right, of course. You stood by my side through… everything. The war, my stint as Sturmhond. It was selfish of me. To not have been by your side when you needed me.”

Oh yeah, you thought. Now we’re definitely too close.

You cleared your throat, and patted his bicep twice, signaling him to let you go. “Goodnight,” you muttered, unwilling to let yourself have this conversation. You pulled away, just slightly, before Nikolai tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you in. “Hey-!”

“Just know,” he murmured, looking at you intently, hazel eyes carving through the thick resolve you had fashioned in the weeks you’d been apart. “I always saw you. I never stopped seeing you. Probably never will.” He let go of your waist, and brought one of your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckle. “And you were the greatest. Know that I’m not ready to give up on us yet.”

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. A simple fluff, angst and smut piece for everyone today. Lol. You are a rebellion officer who walked in on your boyfriend cheating on you. Your bestie Poe Dameron wants to make you feel better, and after a night of drinking one thing leads to another, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

There are no physical descriptions but you are a plus sized femme with a few body confidence issues but Poe quickly makes you forget.

Warnings, cheating significant other, XXX smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, physical violence, destruction of property, not for anyone under 18.

You'd been with your boyfriend for nearly a year. And you thought you had the perfect relationship.

He was thoughtful, loving and you assumed that you were going to spend the rest of your lives together.

In fact he had just moved in the week prior.

He was a resistance general and you were a captain. You had met during a tense meeting and had been an item ever since.

You ignored the gossip around the base regarding his penchant for keeping multiple lovers.

On that fateful evening you were let out of a high level meeting early and decided to surprise your boyfriend with a special meal from your favorite take out place.

As soon as you walk through the door of the small condo that you share (it was all yours first) you can hear the unmistakable sounds of sex.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me harder!" You heard an unidentified female moan at the top of her lungs.

With the bag of take out still in your hands you slide open the bedroom door, and you see a woman that you've never seen before in your life riding your boyfriend.

"What the actual fuck!" You exclaim, your mouth hung open from shock.

"It isn't what you think!" Your boyfriend immediately shouted as the woman rolled off of him.

"Do you think I'm deaf and blind? What else could it be?!" You scream at the top of your lungs.

"Baby, I can explain!" Your boyfriend pleaded, as he jumped out of bed and got down on his hands and knees to beg while still completely nude.

You lean down and slap him as hard as you possibly can, leaving a palm shaped mark across his face.

"It's over!" You scream. "Now gather your shit up and get the fuck out of my home!"

"And here's your food!" You shout as you fling the bag of piping hot take out at his head, not missing the mark.

You end up at the cantina that night, slamming down adult beverages and muttering to yourself.

"What's wrong, y/n?"

You recognize the voice and look up to see the handsome, smiling face of your best friend in the entire galaxy, THE Poe Dameron.

You'd known each other since you were transferred from Yavin to D'qar. You knew that he was an attractive man (you weren't blind) but you were bigger, plus sized, and didn't think that he would be interested in you sexually.

"It's nothing". You assure him with a weak smile as you down another shot.

Poe sat down next to you and put his arm around you and gave you a tight squeeze. You are done being strong and start to cry.

"Something's wrong, you can tell me, I won't judge". He continued, his gorgeous, dark eyes framed by thick lashes looking intently into yours.

"I walked in on my boyfriend with another woman". You confess, your plastered on smile fading fast. "Long story short I kicked him out, and there's now a huge mess in my bedroom".

"You killed him, didn't you?" Poe teased with a slight smile as he tried to lighten the mood a little.

"No, but I did throw the bag of take out that I was holding all over him". You reply, laughing a little. "And it was still hot".

Poe bursts into laughter. The next round of drinks are on him and both of you soon get fall down drunk.

He's slightly less inebriated than you so Poe helps you up and the two of you head to his place to sleep it off.

Once inside his quarters you immediately remove your boots and with a deep sigh recline on his sofa.

"My feet are killing me". You groan as you close your eyes.

"Let me help you with that". Poe said with a slight smile as he took one of your foot in his strong hands and began to massage it.

Before you can say anything he has his hands all over your feet, and it feels incredible.

His hands were rough yet somehow still soft at the same time. Maybe it was all of the adult beverages combined with angst but your best friend was making you feel some highly non platonic thoughts.

"That guy is an idiot". Poe told you. "You're funny, intelligent and beautiful, he doesn't deserve you".

"Oh Poe, quit flattering me". You tell him with a slight laugh. "We're both wasted".

Poe gently kissed the top of your foot, making you giggle from the ticklish sensation of his soft lips against your skin.

"I really think you're beautiful". He continued, as his hand made it's way up your ankle. "I can't believe you don't think that about yourself".

"I'm fat". You tell him with a slight laugh, as you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his hands on the smooth skin of your leg.

"No". Poe continued. "You're gorgeous just the way you are".

He joined you on the sofa next and planted a steamy kiss on your neck, you giggle softly from the sensation.

"Anytime you want me to stop just let me know, okay?" Poe whispered into your ear.

"How far do you want to take this?" You ask with a sigh, as you look deeply into his eyes.

"As far as you want". He whispered back.

The two of you move from the living room to the bedroom. You were slightly uncomfortable getting undressed in front of him at first, not knowing what his reaction would be.

But judging by the nicely sized bulge in his pants he was very pleased with what he was seeing.

You unbutton his shirt playfully, revealing the smooth, tan skin of his chest. Poe groaned in delight as you kissed his throat gently, moving down his chest.

His pants were next, his thick, uncut cock was already hard for you. With a slight laugh Poe gently pushed you down onto the bed, spread your legs open and said,

"Ladies first".

You were already soaked and ready for him when his tongue quickly found your hard clit. Your giggles quickly turned to moans of ecstasy as he took your erect clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, like a tiny penis, as his fingers tenderly caressed your delicate folds.

"Fuck, you taste so good". Poe murmured as he continued to expertly pleasure you with his mouth.

Your thighs squeezed around his head a little, the feeling of his soft, curly hair against your sensitive skin was truly goose bump inducing.

He licked and tongue fucked you into orgasmic bliss.

You were craving his thick cock inside of your body.

"Poe, oh gods, fuck me". You begged, as you squirmed from the delightful sensations that were coursing throughout your entire body.

With a wicked, sexy smile on his face Poe got on top of you, put your legs around his shoulders and penetrated you deeply with his large cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight". He whispered into your ear.

Not only did he have a perfect cock but he had the skills and stamina too. Poe knew just how to hit all of your sweet spots. After slightly longer than a half hour you can feel his large, warm load go deep inside of you, coating your womb.

If you didn't trust him you would've never have let him inside of you unprotected.

You fell asleep in his arms. The next morning when you wake up you have a throbbing hangover and dried cum on your thighs.

Poe had been awake for a little while before you, and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and breakfast in bed.

"Oh, you shouldn't have". You tell him with a light laugh and a wince as he joined you in bed, wearing only a silky robe.

"You deserve to be treated like the goddess that you are". Poe told you with a slight smile as he kissed you on the cheek. "I hope this helped you forget about that loser".

"I hope you know that this changes things between us forever". You tell him with a slight smile.

"And what's wrong with that?" Poe asked, his dark eyes meeting yours as his hand caressed your cheek.

"Not a damn thing". You replied back, smiling softly.

The end

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Withheld {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Some Fluff, NSFW, SMUT, Slight Angst, Lots Of Words

Words: 5.7k

Note: I had a hard time coming up with something that reader, Y/N would be pissed about without bringing some angst. I began writing this at 6am, so this is what my brain came up with. I hope you all enjoy it.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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“Jesus, I can’t wait to see you. it’s been way too long.”

 You smiled as you stared at him on the FaceTime call. You loved being able to hear how much he missed you. he didn’t need to say the actual words, you could tell.

 “I know, six weeks is a long time.”

 On the screen you watched as Chris stretched like a preening cat across your bed. You couldn’t wait to trail your fingers across his chest and play with his chest hair. It had become an unconscious thing you did whenever cuddled in bed together.

 “Remember that pact we made early on when we got married?”

A smirk spread across your face because you knew just what he was talking about. “And what pact is that husband?”

 “Oh you know out after hours vows. Never go to bed angry, never fight about stupid things even if I’m being really stupid.”

 “Never leave the other without a kiss, never go more than four hours without a call or text,” you continued.

 “Uh-huh, keep going.” Chris was now smiling widely showing off every perfect tooth in his perfect mouth. No wonder this man was a movie star and lusted after by nearly ninety-eight percent of the human population.

 “No, you seem to know what you want to get to. By all means husband.”

 “Never go more than three weeks without making love,” Chris finished.

 You nodded knowing this was the vow he meant. you remembered making it. You were two bleary-eyed love drunk fools standing in a tree light beach cottage in Nantucket that was filled with red roses and white lilies of the valley and candles. You both were so disgustingly happy and enamored with each other that you didn’t care that you’d waited the last six weeks to make love hoping to make your wedding night even more special or the fact that you were both more than ready to end that love drought. All you cared about was holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes to say even more vows, vows that were all unique that held a deeper meaning for the two of you.

 “Did I lose you?”

 You snapped out of your memories and focused back onto Chris. “Sorry, I was back in Nantucket.”

 Chris smiled widely and sighed. “I’m in Nantucket every night and for the better part of my days.”

 “I love you, Evans.” It was the only possible thing you could say. The way he smiled at you made your stomach flutter. After all these years, you were still madly in love with him.

 “I love you more, Evans.”

 The two of you spent the next forty minutes just talking and staring at each other like the two love drunk fools you were the night of your wedding.

  -Four Day Later-

 After working your ass off and rearranging the rest of your obligations you were able to shave off six days of your time away. Unbeknownst to Chris, you were thirty minutes from home and more than ready to show him just how much you’d missed him. Needing a way to contain your anxious energy you finished answering emails and messages to keep yourself busy. When you got home you saw Chris’ car in the roundabout driveway which only increased your excitement.

 After thanking your driver, you quietly climbed the stairs leaving your bags in the foyer. Your only thought was surprising your husband and wrapping your arms and legs around his body. You could almost feel the tightness of his grip around your body. You missed the cocooning warmth and safety you always felt. As you came upon your bedroom door you expected to see him sprawled across the bed with his laptop across his lap. You were disappointed when you found the bedroom empty—he wasn’t there.

 For the next five or so minutes, you searched your seven-bedroom, nine bath home for the love of your life but everywhere you checked you came up empty handed. By the time you thought to check his office, you were already more than a little antsy. The closer you got to the door you could hear sounds from behind it. unable to make it out you stopped in front of it. it was then you heard loud animated moans and cursing. It didn’t take long for those moans to pick up in volume and intensity. You couldn’t believe this.  

 You nearly busted down the door from a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and disbelief. As you opened the door and stood in the doorway you saw just what your husband was up to at three in the afternoon. Chris was in a reclining position at his desk, but he was not directly behind it, he was angled diagonally which gave you a full view of what was happening. The moans intensified in the way a performing porn actress would carry on and there was Chris with his head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth ajar just going at it.

 You stood there and watched with a clenched jaw. This would have been sexy as hell under any other circumstance, but the current circumstances were less than ideal. Chris’ moans and whimpers overcast those of the porn stars he was watching, and you watched on as he bit his bottom lip and sped his hand. He was close, you knew all his tells. 

Sure enough, you watched him shoot stream after stream into the air only for it to come splattering back down onto his fisted hand and navy-blue polo shirt. His grunts were staggered as he arched his back from his chair. Thirty seconds in and he was still coming. Chris released a long groan while squeezing his length as he stroked up. His eyes opened and it was then he jumped and lurched forward in complete and utter shock from the recycling diagonal position he was in.  

 “Y/N,” Chris yelped out as he frantically reached for the iPad that was on the desk.

 It should have been an amusing sight, him, pants mid-thigh, dick poking straight out like a lightsaber, hands covered in white jizz that also decorated his shirt, but it was not amusing. You were pissed. You’d just caught your husband watching porn and jerking off.

 “Baby--,” Chris began with a look on his face that spoke of shame, embarrassment, and regret.

 “Save it, Christopher!”

 You spun on your heels and walked back down the hall you’d just came from.

 “Y/N, wait. Ouch! Fuck!” You heard a loud bang, things falling and rustling as you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom not caring if he’d seriously hurt himself. He could handle it himself.

 When you made it to the room, you stripped and made your way into the shower. The flight was a long one and you needed to release some newly added stress. A few minutes into your shower in came Chris.

 “Baby,” he began. You felt the breeze when he opened the shower door and you glared at him.

 “Get out.”

 “What? Come on, don’t be that way.”

 “Get out Christopher!” For emphasis, you elbowed him in his rib. Chris groaned and staggered back making the shower door bang shut. You ignored him and continued to take your shower.

 “Darlin’—I missed you.”

 “Whatever! Try saying that when you’re not wearing your Scarlet letter all across the front of your shirt,” you speared at him. Chris looked at the front of his shirt to see the speckled spots of half dried come.

 “Shit.” With that, he was out of the bathroom. Rolling your eyes, you practiced your meditation breathing. This man was going to make you go off.

 After barely two minutes he was back in a fresh white tee. “Baby look, I’m sorry. I was missing you something terrible and I kept thinking about you and before I knew it I was hard and wanting you. I don’t even know what happened.”

 “What happened was you decided to search through a porn site and watch porn to jerk off to. That is what happened Christopher. Remember those after hour vows that you brought up a few days ago?”

Chris hung his head. He remembered very well. “Y/N--.”

 “No. It was you who brought it up, you vowed neither of us would turn to porn for anything, that we would turn to each other. Why else did we make those random videos?! You decided to say fuck that and turn to some other woman who is acting. You had our videos!”

 “Fuck! I know, I didn’t think baby. I just—.” He stuttered as if he couldn’t find the right words, or he didn’t know what to say. After a few tries, he sighed out and hung his head again. “I’m sorry.”

 “Get out! You know how I feel about porn. Get out!” The second time you shouted louder. He didn’t protest at all; he simply turned and gave you your wish.

 In all your years married you’d never watched porn. There was a once in a blue moon you watched it together when you were dating as a means for foreplay, but it quickly faded when you began to feel a little weird about it wondering if he was more turned on by the women he saw or if it was you who did the trick. After a heartfelt chat, he agreed without hesitation to cut it out completely while reassuring you that you were the source of all his desire and arousal. Not only had he watched it just now, but you’d watched him find his release from it. Not you. As far as you were concerned you were rightfully and justifiably angry.

 You stayed in the shower longer than you normally would have. By the time you came out, it was a little after six. You were hoping Chris wasn’t in the room when you came out and were relieved when you got your wish. You wanted to just go to sleep but hunger prevented it. As you were about to walk out to find some food, Chris walked in carrying bags from your favorite restaurant. 

“I got dinner. I was planning on cooking for you when you got back but I wasn’t prepared tonight.”

 “Clearly you had a one-track mind.” Chris sighed but didn’t respond to your snide remark.

 Instead, he put the bags down and began piling the containers of food onto the bed. The smells that filled the room were delectable. Your mouth watered from the scent of the garlic and basil. If it wasn’t for that you would have walked off, but you were not a fool to ignore your favorites. You went over to your side of the bed, got comfortable and dug in. Chris knew you were pissed so he didn’t bother making small talk though you knew it killed him. 

You knew he wanted to talk about your trip and fall back into the comfortable groove that you always resided in. When he allowed you to pick show after show, you knew he felt the gravity of his mistake. Still, you didn’t speak, didn’t attempt to console him or even unburden him with the blessing of your forgiveness. You decided you’d let him suffer.

 By the time one rolled around you ignored him some more and turned your back to go to sleep. His sigh was a heavy one and if you were nicer you may have said good night, but you didn’t give a shit about pleasantries.

 “Baby,” Chris began as he shifted his body in the bed. You could tell he now faced you on his side.

 “Leave me alone before I make you sleep in the guest room, Christopher.”

 His response was a mixture of a deflated sigh and a frustrated groan but he didn’t protest. He knew better than to push you closer to the edge.

 The next day was not a normal day in your household. Normally you’d have a loved up breakfast in bed and then a steamy shower before you separated for the day if you both had work to do, or you’d lounge in the house together never being more then a few feet apart. That was not the case. you went about your business in your office while Chris kept clear of you. any attempt he made your response was dullness. You didn’t reciprocate or encourage; it was simple appeasement.

 He brought you your favorite breakfast, you didn’t acknowledge him when he came in. He brought you lunch, again you ignored him. He tried to make small talk you busied yourself. Through it all, he didn’t give up or slink away except to lick his wounds only to return again to continued trying. You were impressed but still not amused. So the day passed with minimal conversation between you unless it was about work or the household.

 “So you’re just going to ignore me now?”

 Something in his voice made you look up to acknowledge him. You didn’t even realize the sun had set or that he wore one of your favorite colors on him. Chris had an expectant look on his face that somehow still showed his timidness.

 “We haven’t seen each other physically in weeks, almost two months and you’re just going to ignore me? I let it go last night and most of today but come on, Y/N. We have to talk. We promised we wouldn’t go to bed angry.”

 Taking a slow deep breath, you leaned back in your chair. “I’m not angry.”

 “The hell you’re not. You walked in on me jerking off to porn. You’re angry.”

 “Glad you’ve entered the admittance stage of your shame, but nope, not angry.”

 Chris rolled his eyes then crossed his arms. It was the truth, you weren’t angry. You were pissed. He stared you down as if he expected you to quake underneath the penetration of his sky blue eyes.

 “I just find it funny how you’re not okay with me breaking a vow but you’re pretty glib when you do it.”

 “I’m sorry, okay. I fucked up. I didn’t plan it and I honestly don’t know how I ended up on the site anyway. I didn’t do it to hurt you or even give it any deep thought. It was a muscle reaction,” Chris explained.

 “So it’s a muscle reaction to go searching for other naked women rather than scroll through your library for pictures and videos of the one you married?”

 He walked inside and perched at the edge of your desk then leaned to you taking your hand in his much larger one. He didn’t speak for a few moments, both of you realizing this was the first time you’d touched in weeks. Everything in you wanted to melt into him and fall back into place and from the look on his face, you could tell he wanted the same thing.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. tell me you believe that, princess.”

 “Of course I know you don’t want to hurt me, Chris. Just because you don’t want to do something doesn’t mean you haven’t hurt me though.”

 He nodded fully understanding and accepting it. “I don’t want any of that I swear to you. None of them do it for me. You know that. I just--.”

 “Needed something different, someone, different?”

 “No. God, no. I like what I have—I love what I have. I don’t need anything different. How can I when we’re always changing things up. I want you and you alone.”

 You studied him and searched his eyes for any hint of a lie. You didn’t find one, but it didn’t make everything okay.

 “I know that doesn’t make everything okay,” Chris spoke as if he read your mind.

 “Let me make it up to you.” He pulled your hand, rolling you to him. “Please.” Chris brought his lips to you and you were powerless to move or stop him, so you allowed him to kiss you, allowed him to tease your lips and your tongue and make your belly do somersaults. You quickly lost yourself and began to give in. when you felt his hand on your thigh you rolled back away from him.

 “I have work to do.” Focusing back onto your laptop and what you were doing before he came in you forced yourself to keep your eyes straight ahead and not on him. After almost a minute he stood and walked out without another word.

Over the next few days, Chris didn’t stop his attempts to get closer or remedy the wrong he’d done. He was ever the attentive husband and the caring partner. He cooked every night if he could, left you sweet notes around the house that spoke of what he loved about you or how much he loved you. he also never stopped trying to get physically closer. 

By the middle of the week, he’d upped his game from sweet kisses on your forehead, cheek, and lips to deep soulful kisses out of the blue. Now he was up to backing you onto any nearby wall, pressing his body against yours and trying to kiss the breath from your lungs. He was doing a damn good job with tempting you but still, you refused every advance he made before it got anywhere close to sex.

 If his hand roamed your body you pulled it away, if you felt his arousal you walked away. At night when you went to sleep every time he cuddled closer you got up and went to the bathroom only to come back with your body pillow. When you realized it was an automatic deterrent you began sleeping with it every night to Chris’ dismay. By Thursday it was amusing the tactics he deployed. He was motivated and determined, and every rejection and refusal only made him even more so.

 You weren’t angry anymore; it had drastically reduced over the week. The more discomfort you saw Chris in the more amusement it brought you. A punishment was not supposed to be enjoyable. You wondered how long he’d go without bringing it up because you knew he’d realized you were refusing him on purpose as a punishment. He still had yet to bring it up even though you knew for a fact he’d taken several cold showers because of his arousal.

 The night you walked in on him in the shower, you saw the extent of his discomfort. He was standing under the stream of cold water with an evident hard-on and his head hung, and shoulders slumped. His junk wasn’t blue per se but it definitely didn’t look normal. Instantly, you felt horrible. When he turned and your eyes met you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You walked out of the bathroom instead.

 Almost an hour later Chris came out with a towel wrapped around his waist only to disappear again out of the bedroom door. When he came back he was dressed and walking slower with his legs in a wider stance. As he settled beside you, you fought off the urge to snicker.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Fine.” His answer was terse and a complete lie.

 “I saw you in the shower, Chris.”

 “If you saw me in the shower then you know how I am. You bringing it up now is not an inquiry about my wellbeing it is spite and for your own amusement.”

 He was right. Damn it, you thought. You hated that he knew you so well.

 “A week, Y/N. A week and you’ve been pushing me away every chance you get. No matter what I do or what I say. I’m losing my mind here and you don’t seem to even care.” As he spoke you could see the uneasiness rising up in him, he’d reached his breaking point. You didn’t speak as he continued to rant, you just let him get it all out.

 After almost five minutes he was silent again with a clenched jaw and his hands cupping his junk. He looked so sad like he’d lost his best friend and wanted revenge for it.

 “So—was the porn and nut worth it?” the look he gave you was filled with so much aggression you just had to laugh. It was meant to be a small little giggle, but it came out as a full on obnoxious holler that turned into a cackle with you wiggling your legs in the air. Chris grunted loudly and began rising from the bed. Normally it would have been a quick action but tonight it was a strategic multi- step maneuver that only made you laugh louder. He was not amused. He walked out of the bedroom with your laughter still lingering in the air.

 By Saturday you were ready to end his punishment because though it was one for him it was also one for you. You were struggling too; you were in pain. It had now been eight weeks since you were together, and you were tired of waiting. Chris was gone for morning and most of the afternoon visiting his family and a couple friends. He didn’t ask you if you wanted to go with him, no doubt needing time away from you. You weren’t bothered by it because it gave you time to get yourself ready and make it a night for him to remember.

 After running some errands and picking up ingredients for dinner and come candles and novelty items you returned home to begin prep seduction night. By three he hadn’t returned yet which gave you even more time to get yourself together. Six rolled around and Chris was still not home, it was then you called him, a call he didn’t answer so you texted. Ten minutes went by without a response and your mood was quickly souring.

 When you saw his headlights light up your roundabout driveway you’d finished cooking and prepping had opened a bottle of wine and were on your third glass and had been waiting for almost forty minutes. You were annoyed especially since the only response he’d sent to you via text was “soon.” When you asked when he would be home, his answer was “soon”. When you asked if he was almost home, he sent “soon”. You were ready to throw your phone from frustration.

 You heard the front door open and then heard it slam shut forcefully and that was the last straw. “This is soon, Christopher!”

 As you spun around to confront him, you only saw his face momentarily before he threw you over his shoulder. You squealed but didn’t have enough time to react before he was throwing you across the kitchen island right onto your back.

 “What the hell are you doing!”

 “I realized; I’ve been approaching this all wrong. Normally when you have an attitude and start acting like a brat as you’ve been doing for the last few days I respond differently. I’ve been tiptoeing and being submissive. I am not submissive, Y/N. I’ve been doing the opposite of what I should have been doing.” His voice was deep and completely dominating.

 “Which is what, throwing me across a counter?”

 “No, fucking it out of you.” Your jaw dropped. Holy hell, you thought. He’d truly reached his breaking point; this was it and you were fucked.

 “Chris--.” It was a warning, a warning you hoped would deter him from doing what every fiber of his being was telling him to do. Your warning did absolutely nothing. Using his thighs, he pushed your already parted legs further apart while using his hands to pin yours to the island. You recognized the look in his eyes you hadn’t seen it in a while. He was tired of your games, your teasing, your torture, and your neglect.

 For the first time Chris looked over your body and noticed the silk floral robe you wore that was practically falling off of you already. It was then he realized you were fully naked. “On the drive here, I thought about making this torturous for you, going so slow you’d feel my pain of seven days plus the six weeks before. I thought about new ways to deprive you of the release I know you desperately want. I came up with quite a few things, but I’ve changed my mind. Slow isn’t enough of a punishment. Instead, I think the opposite will do quite well.” His smirk was devious, but it didn’t scare you. You knew he would never physically hurt you or do anything you didn’t want. You were that in tune.

 Chris let your wrists go then took one step back. “On your knees, Y/N and I dare you to talk back.” Despite every instinct telling you to do it and see what he does, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. The ho in you wanted to act out and get crippled, the practical you knew you had to walk tomorrow. You slipped off the counter and dropped to your knees before him. you could see his need urgently pressing against his jeans. After a few moments, you peeked up at him.

 “This isn’t your first time Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know what to do.”

 You bit your bottom lip and slowly began undoing his jeans. You weren’t doing it to tease him, you were honestly nervous right now. It was always a dicey game of punishing your husband, especially in a way by with-holding sex. The outcome could have been a nice roll in the hay afterward or a downright back breaking night. It looked like you were in for the latter. Once he was free his groan was deep and strangled. All along his shaft and balls, there were violent looking purplish veins. You couldn’t stop your grimace.

 “Looks painful, right? Interesting that a married man would get blue balls, especially deliberate blue balls from his wife.”

 You couldn’t stop the retort before it slipped out, “So I guess jerking off to porn wasn’t worth it after all. I’d say said married man deserved everything he got from said wife, blue balls included.” Chris’ lips smiled but his eyes darkened. Before you knew it he was pulling you to your feet before he pushed you into the island bending you over so your ass was poking right out for him.

 “That’s fair. Just remember seven is the lucky number and since you love it so much, blue balls is the magic word,” Chris sneered into your ear. You could feel the weight of him as he hunched over you and used his fingers to circle your opening. He growled then.

 “You’re soaking wet already. Who were you really punishing sweetheart, me or you?” You refused to answer that, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “It’s okay, I already know.” There was no warning before he slowly sank into you. For the first few inches, it was painfully slow until he slammed into you to the hilt pulling a screech from you.

 “Fuck!” His shout echoed off the walls and shook you making your legs tremble.

 Chris didn’t bother giving you a moment to adjust, you really didn’t need it. You needed more but you were sure you couldn’t take what was coming. Chris set an early pace and it was fast, deep, and hard. Every snap forward of his hips had you grunting and lurching making your head snap back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were panting and moaning enjoying every second of the fuck you’d been dying for.

 Chris grabbed your arms and held them behind you angling your upper half up propelling him even deeper. “Fuck!”

 “Mmm, you feel this dick, Y/N? Do you feel it?” You nodded unable to find your voice. Chris continued delivering his brutal thrusts that made precise connection with your g-spot. You knew you were seconds from coming and you knew when you did your strength would go with it.

 “Shit, shit, shit! Oh god!”

 Chris began rotating his hip drilling his hardness against your walls and every crevice of you. A shiver broke free and brought with it your release that was a deafening scream and weakened limbs. Chris was there to hold you steady though. If you lived closer to people they might have called the police from thinking you were being murdered.

 “Oh my god, yes Chris! Fuck me! Don’t fucking stop!” He lifted one of your legs and plopped it onto the island giving him a new angle and an impossible depth that you were not prepared for. Jerking from him you gasped but he wasn’t having it. Chris held you in place and brought you to him by pulling your arms back.

 “Don’t run from this dick sweetheart. Take every—fucking—inch!” As he spoke he pressed forward even more stealing all your breath. You were left he’d in the air with your mouth hung open without a sound coming out. He groaned in your ear then bit your lobe to suck it in his mouth before it slipped out.

 “Look at me, darlin’.” You looked back to him to see his teeth firmly clenching his bottom lip. the look in his eyes was a conflicting one, one that spoke of gentleness and love but also of revenge and passion. One thing you didn’t see in them was control—he had none now.

 “I love you, princess.”

 Once he got the words out he proceeded to murder your pussy with deliberate, deep, hard thrusts that never slowed, or faded in intensity. From then on out you were a screaming mess. After what felt like an eternity but had turned out to be nothing but short minutes your voice was gone and you’d somehow managed to come three more times. Chris moved as if he weren’t even human at this point. He should have come a long time ago and be passed out, but he was still going, still sending your eyes to the back of your head. You felt him turn your body so you were now on your side with your plopped up leg resting on his shoulder. It was yet another angle that you couldn’t handle. When your hand flew to his belly to push him back his was there to stop you. Your eyes locked with his but the only thing he did was shake his head.

 “Fuck!” 

“Was your little game worth it?” He smirked as he said it and you knew he was mocking you. Instead of giving you a chance to respond he snapped his hips forward and ground into you once again sending your eyes to the back of your head. You held onto his hand for dear life.

 Every time your eyes met it only made the moment that much more powerful. Even through revenge punishment fucking the love you felt for each other was evident, and the connection between you was always so strong. Chris bent to you and kissed you to demonstrate the passion that you prayed would never fade between you. You kissed him back with everything you had holding his head to you. You began to meet him for every thrust he delivered. As you kissed his eyes locked with yours and the vulnerability you saw there with each wave of your body fueled you to take even more. You clenched tightly around him and felt him spear you twice then a third before he broke your kiss and shouted along with you as he poured every drop of himself inside of you to join your release.

 For several long minutes, the two of you just laid there on the counter. He had his head resting on your breast but didn’t dare pull from your body. When you felt him stir you also felt the ache between your legs. “Oh god,” you whispered with hoarseness. Chris slowly pulled back from you and yelped once he pulled out. You instantly felt the emptiness and with it brought the pain of through fucking. You dropped your hands to your crotch.

 “Tell me, was it worth it?” You glared at him then rolled your eyes, there was no need to answer. You honestly didn’t know which one to give.

 “Fuck, I’m still hard,” Chris informed. Your eyes dropped to his still hard cock and it didn’t look any less violent and intimidating. As he moved to slide back into you, you scurried backward locking your legs hoping to deter him.

 “Woah, hold your fucking horses. Jesus Christ Evans, give me a fucking minute.”  Scrunching your face you allowed the pain to show. “Oh my god.”

 “Are you okay?”

 “Are you really asking me that right now? This is what you wanted. You wanted to teach me a lesson by fucking me into submission. Congratulations Sir Fucksalot!” Chris snorted and laughed making you laugh with him. He stepped to you and kissed your cheek and forehead.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that. I just—I couldn’t control myself. I lost it.”

 “I know, I saw it. It’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used sex as a weapon.”

 “I deserved it and no it wasn’t worth it. I’m sorry.” The two of you warmly smiled at each other before pressing your foreheads together for a tender moment. In the sweetness of the moment, the thud of his hard dick brought you both back.

 “Jesus Chris, keep him under control. This pussy is out of service and closed for healing.” You slipped off the island and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

 “Wait, what!? For how long? Y/N, you can’t leave me like this.”

 “For as long as it takes, an hour, a day, a week. Who knows.”

 “Y/N.”

 “Mm-Mn Chris I don’t wanna hear it. you should have thought about that before you went full on super soldier mode.”

 You slowly climbed the stairs and played up the pain. It hurt of course but it wasn’t excruciating. This was not the first time he’d fucked you like the world was ending. You knew you’d be fine in a few hours. Chris came up behind you, scooped you in his arms and planted a kiss on your cheek.

 “You know what they say, the only way to get over the pain is to push through it.” You snorted and laughed with him joining in as he continued to make his way to your bedroom.

[hollyhomburg]

Viking! Packtan|| how do the others react when they find out about the readers past, how do they find out in the first place? Like does she just decide one day to tell them or does the past suddenly becomes present when she meets someone from earlier and it sets her off?

(Okay so this au has some pretty heavy content, you definitely need to read this ask in order to understand the events of this ask. Please be mindful of triggers as it’s not my intention to trigger anyone with this story, the warnings for this chapter are: murder, assault, PTSD, and panic attacks, ) 

I think they come to the compound one day, shortly after all of them have realized that they’re probably going to you know- all become a pack together one day. (there is a difference between like- the larger pack, and then Namjoon’s personal pack, as well as a hierarchy of interpack groups at which namjoon’s is at the top) 

She’s deeply embedded in their lives, she’s Yoongi’s right hand in the infirmary and has become one of the more respected members of the pack after her success in stopping an injured omega from miscarrying. most of the pregnant omegas like to go to her now, not that yoongi wasn’t more than enough before but she has a certain steadying presence for an omega 

Something deep in Yoongi’s gut has a word for it- and it’s pack omega, the title that Seokjin currently holds, he bounces the idea off of Seokjin one evening, and Seokjin agrees “I’d be lying if I said the idea had never crossed my mind” 

she’s decided that she’s not probably not going to be leaving anytime soon. She likes her little cabin that namjoon’s put her up in (Even if she like spending nights in the packhouse more, she’s spent a few nights cuddled up with Seokjin and jimin after long says, some nights with them too)  

She likes seeing yoongi every morning, sitting with them at communal dinner times, likes taking jimin and Seokjin into the woods to teach them about herbs and have their help searching for things, she likes the way that Hoseok will watch over them, making them feel safe. The soft tender touch of Jungkook’s hand on her arm when he sees her lifting something heavy or the little things. she loves all of it, wants all of it, everywhere this is headed.

you love it when Namjoon stops by for tea in afternoons. You make your own blende often, and namjoon absolutely loves your mixture. You’ve even given yoongi a little sachet of it to take home with him to the packhouse for Namjoon to have in the mornings, a special wake up blend.  And Namjoon feels soft and thinks of you every time he has a cup, Seokjin coming by to ruffle his hair and tease namjoon for his warm cheeks. 

He’s always careful when he comes by to ask if you need anything, but he’s already done more than enough giving you blankets and warm furs to make sure your comfortable and warm. you as always, turn down his offer as you pour him a cup of tea making sure to hold the old teapot carefully so that you don’t cut your fingers on the chipped handle. 

And a few days later- you find a new set on your front stoop. it’s pretty basic, just simple glazed red clay with tiny flowers pressed into the side with a stamp, you know that taehyung has a love for pottery, he makes all of the tableware for the whole compound, and you know it must have come out of his workshop. And you think about being mad about it for about half a second before you realize that namjoon had actually been attentive enough to meet your need without having to ask. 

it’s just another day at the compound, you and jimin reclining in the Cloverfield behind the infirmary building, jimin had been sweet enough to bring you and yoongi lunch from the kitchens. And you’re lazing around now, enjoying the warm midday before the chilliness of an afternoon in spring starts to settle in. “ugh, I can’t believe that another pack is coming for dinner tonight” and you perk your head upon from where you’re resting in Jimin's lap (a new thing in its self that makes the heart beat quick, stiffening a little every time he sets a purple clover in your braid) 

You cock your head, and yoongi answers your unspoken question “we share a lake with them on our northern border, and we meet once a year to talk about it, even though namjoon really doesn't like how they treat their omegas, he keeps trying to change their minds without trying a hostile take over.”

“You know namjoon- he’ll take the nonviolent route whenever they can, but you don't have to worry about them, they wouldn’t dare touch an omega on pack grounds, namjoon’s been clear that he won’t stand for that.” 

You don’t really think much about it, not really even thinking about it other than it’s going to be a pain to have to deal with some asshole alphas over dinner. The whole pack is called in for a feast and through the rush of dinner preparations. alphas and omegas and betas helping alike. The 500 members or so of the pack tend to look at group feasts and evening meals as communal, the kitchens providing food to whoever might want to eat outside of their own homes. 

You know other packs don’t operate that way, but namjoon has always been a sort of idealist, and the living her is more collaborative, and you’re helping just as much as Jungkook and Taehyung are. Jimin and Seokjin directing the mass of people until they slip away to Namjoon's rooms to get ready.

Though the mood isn’t as joyful as usual, a little on edge with outsiders so near, it’s comfortable, everyone shouting out orders and requests for more hands, its a kind of clamor that you’ve started to enjoy, and maybe the fact that you’re enjoying yourself is why it hits you so out of the blue. 

You’re just helping set a jug of water and wine on each table when they walk in. alpha lee and his younger brother, the same man whose initials are burned into your side, covered up by your own marks and still- they’re there. they’ll always be there just like the marks he’s left on your mind, no matter how hard you try, you’ll always feel a little bit like an animal while the rest 

The metal jug of wine slips right out of your hands and clangs on the slate floor, splashing up against your pants 

Long skirt and staining the edge bright red. “ooh no your skirt!” Jungkook cries, holding a stack of chairs probably 10 high, “I need to go” you say, voice surprisingly even and level as you head slowly back towards the private rooms of the packhouse, slowly, as to not arouse suspicion. if you ran they might see.  

Your hands are shaking as you finally make your way down the corridor, mind racing, you could shut yourself into one of the side rooms, maybe find a closet and lock the door from the inside and wait until later, slip out and go and wait in your cabin, sitting up with a knife in your hand until the night passes, or maybe it would be safer to hide in the woods until tomorrow when they left- maybe you should-

Before you can make a decision, you hear footsteps behind you. “I was wondering where you’d landed, not surprised you’d lower yourself by coming to a pack like this petal” you’d always hated that name- the name he’d given you after hed bought you. 

You’re frozen, your mind going back to all of those moments, every time he’d hurt you in private as you turn slowly, keeping your eyes down, he’d beat you more than once for looking him in the eyes. “my name isn’t petal”

You shake when he gets close, stepping back when he tries to reach out,  and he quickly walks you back into a corner, his hand meeting your cheek gently to cradle it but it still makes you flinch, 

“You still have a sharp tongue,” he croons, “I’ll be sure to cut it out this time.”

next part coming soon~ 

[enigma-im]

Under Pressure

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bigfoot x Female!Human Warning: Established relationship, couples problems, arguing, misunderstanding, fluff, angst

Word count: 3160

a reason couples may fight is because lack of intimacy in a relationship

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"I just don’t know what to do, I don’t think he wants me anymore," I grumble near my beer. I don’t bother looking over at my friends, knowing they are giving such pity-filled faces.

"I'm sure that’s not the case," Aria soothes. I rest my cheek on my arm as I regard her.

"But what if it is. I'm really different than his previous taste," I argue, wording things differently. I cant tell them that we are completely different species all together. It’s a fear I've had from the start, we are just so different. What if he is bored of the novelty of bedding a human? Perhaps he is already looking for someone more close to home. The thought is heavy in my stomach, the image is like daggers to my brain.

"Than you are more special than the others cause you don’t match his previous taste," Aria attempts to persuade. It falls flat quickly.

"I think I was more of a 'slumming it' kind of case more than a 'better than the rest' thing," I groan.

"Don’t say that! You are way too pretty to be considered 'slumming it' material. I know you ar-," Aria continues to comfort till Trina interrupts.

"Have you just asked him," Trina asks from beside me. I turn over and watch her finish off her pint. She glances over at me and cocks a brow," It’s the new age, no use overthinking things when you can just ask." I look at her skeptically, it cant be that easy. I don’t think I can bare the answer even if it was. What if bringing it up makes him ponders the situation then likes it. I rather not be the reason he starts looking at me as a waste. God, where has the self-critical nature come from? I use to be so proud and confident, why am I like this now?

'Probably because you boyfriend refuses to touch you' the thought screams in my mind.

I drive home in radio silence, torturing myself with self deprecating thoughts. I have never been like this before, care so much about a man's opinion of me. It probably doesn’t help that he isn't human, no frame of reference to base anything off of. I can pick out signs when my ex's were losing interest, know from a mile away when one was ready to high tail it out of there. With him its different, he is close but distant. He is with me but far away in his head. I park in my driveway and bang my head on the steering wheel.

"Why am I so pathetic," I wince.

I shuffle out of my car and make my way inside. I make it into the dark house wondering if he is upstairs or if he slept at his place again. I really hope he slept here. I walk up the steps, removing my shirt as I do. As I near my room I chuck the clothing inside. I unbutton my pants as I turn the light on, immediately looking to my bed for the familiar lump. I sigh in disappointment.

As I get ready for bed I do my best to not think about it. He has a life outside of me, and that’s fine. I can survive a night without him, its not a big deal.

It still stings when I walk back into the bedroom.

I settle in bed and fail to not let my mind wonder. Where could he be? Is he at his place or is he out and about? Will he be back tonight or will I see him tomorrow?

Fuck, I sound like a teenage girl all over again.

Once I begin to drift I feel the bed dip. So dazed I think nothing of it, just humming when I feel arms wrap around my middle. Being pulled back into a warm strong chest.

I lazily wake the next morning with my cheek resting on his arm, my nose pressed to his shoulder. I suck in a deep breath, taking in his inviting smell. Its enough to make me forget about my woes of last night, snuggling closer to his side. As my knees bump against his he startles awake with a gasp.

"What time is it," he mumbles as he turns on his side. His chest presses against my cheek, his hand settling on my waist.

"Not sure, I don’t work today so I didn’t set my alarm," I answer. He hums as he falls back asleep. He snorts awake again a second later.

"Damn," he grumbles as he lets go of me and shuffles out of bed. I curl up in the comforter and watch him walk out the door. I listen as the front door opens then closes. Where the fuck does he have to be in such a hurry? I turn over and look at the digital clock, 8am. Where the fuck does he have to be at 8 in the damn morning?

I try everything I can to ignore the nagging thoughts. Yet they wiggle their fingers into my brain, threading their devilish thinking into my head. 'he isn't cheating, he isn't cheating, he isn't cheating' I chant. It makes no sense to me, if a man was cheating why would he rush out the house at 8am. Its hardly a logical conclusion but damn if I don’t think it anyway.

"God, I'm terrible," I grumble for the 100th time. I trust him, I do! The dark inkiness of doubt still dribbles into my thinking. He hasn’t touched me in weeks, he isn't around recently, we don’t talk as much, and he rushed out this morning. How am I suppose to not think something bad?

It isn't till nearly sunset does he come back. He enters from the back door like usual and scavengers through the kitchen. I hear the fridge open and him shuffle through items. The tinging and clanking of condiments and drawers.

"You know where the leftover sausage is," he calls out.

"Bottom drawer, green lid," I answer. There is more shuffling till a drawer is closed with finality.

"Great, thanks," he calls back. More noises play about the house as he fixes his meal. I sit on the couch biting my lip. I have to talk to him, do what Trina said and just ask him.

Like a coward I avoid the confrontation," How was your day?"

"Fine, yours was probably more entertaining since you had the day off," he walks into the living room holding a plate. He sits down at the recliner and set his food on the plate. I observe him, having noticed he isn't sitting next to me like he usually does. He shovels the sausages down his throat like an animal. If I wasn’t so moody I would have laughed, even make a joke about it, but here I am. He notices me staring and eyes me confused, "What?"

I watch him for a second longer then turn away," nothing. My day was fine."

"Just fine? Didn’t do anything eventful on your first day off in, what, a month? I cant imagine you didn’t have fun lounging about," he finishes off another meat cord.

"just fine," I answer shortly. I know I'm doing the opposite of what I wanted to do, talk with him. I cant help it, I keep giving him the cold shoulder even though I started the conversation.

Out the corner of my eye I see him watching me," Babe, what's up?"

"Nothing," I lie.

"Babe," he growls. I turn towards him with a fake innocent look and shrug. I look back over to the tv and continue acting like an insolent child. He shifts out the corner of my eye and leans on his knees. He watches me for a moment, perhaps trying to find clues. "What's wrong, I know you aren't fine. Was it work? Did something happen," he tries to pry.

"Nothing happened, I'm fine," I snap at him. I take the chance to glance over him, regretting it when I see his sneer.

"Clearly you aren't fine, what is wrong," he snaps back. We haven't been together that long but this might be our first fight. He has never snapped at me or I him.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm fine," I find myself shouting.

He stand from his chair," Stop fucking saying that! I want to know what's wrong so I can fix it!"

I stand with him," Who says you have to fix this? I'm a big girl, I don’t need your help with everything!"

"So you admit you aren't fine since you said there is a problem I don’t need to fix," he points at me.

"No, I wasn’t implying that I wasn't fine. I'm just saying that I'm an independent woman who doesn’t need some man swooping in and saving me," I clarify. This argument is off track, I'm not positive what we are exactly fighting about or what I'm angry with.

"I never said I was swooping in to save you. I just want to hear about your day that seems so bad! Why are you yelling at me," he crosses his arms.

"I'm not yelling," I shout.

"Yes you are," he shouts back.

"Then I'm only yelling because you are!"

"But you started yelling first," he rubs his face," lets start over, I'm losing track of what's happening." he massages his eyes before dropping his hands." Babe," he starts softly," what is wrong?"

"Nothing. Is. Wrong," I growl.

He huffs," Fucking aye! What is wrong?"

"Nothing," I cross my arms.

"what is wrong," he repeats as he steps closer.

"Nothing," I say again as I turn away from him.

"What is wrong," he crowds me to the sofa. I take a step back and fall on the cushions. He takes the chance to frame my head with his arms, resting his hands to the back of the couch. "I will ask you one more time. What is wrong," he says slowly. I glare up at him with a stubborn amount of distaste. I have no idea where its coming from but I hold onto it.

"Not-," he interrupts me with a growl. Instead I twist away from him with my arms folded. I glare down at his arms noticing that even when we are arguing he barely wants to touch me. I sigh as my shoulders sag. I nibble on my cheek as I take in the details of his fur. I find myself reaching out and tracing my finger over them. He jerks his arm back out of reach.

"why wont you touch me," I mumble to myself.

"what," he asks.

I turn towards him with a knot in my throat," why wont you touch me?" he looks startled by my question, his eye wide and mouth parted.

"What," he furrows his brows.

"You heard me," I bite my cheek to keep my voice steady," you have barely touched me all month and you have been out and about all day, coming to bed late almost every night since. The only time you have touched me was at night but even then if I try to start something you turn around and go to sleep. So I'll ask again, why wont you touch me?" he stares down at me dumbfounded for a solid few seconds. It’s a bit annoying watching him look so confused.

"What," he asks again. I growl at his answer and push off the couch, shoving him out of the way.

"Fucking aye, its not a hard question," I fold into myself as I stand on the other side of the room. I rest my back to the wall and watch him just from the corner of my eye. He stands by the couch like an idiot, lost and confused.

"sorry, I'm just a bit caught off guard," he answered dazed.

I scoff," we don’t have sex for about a month and some change and your caught off guard because I wonder why."

"a month and some change," he mumbles to himself," Damn." he rubs his eyes again and looks up to the ceiling.

"Listen, if you don’t want me you can just leave because I rather not be strung along for mont-," I startle when he crosses the room quickly. He interrupts me by grabbing me from the wall and pressing his lips to mine with too much force. His teeth clank against mine and his incisors poke the corner of my mouth a bit too hard. He holds firm, not moving at all as he forces this on me.

He pulls back with a little blood on the edge of lip," I have never stopped wanting you so lets make that very clear right now." I lick at my lips as I stare at him wide eyed. I taste a bit of copper but its not an alarming amount. I cant bring myself to care since he displayed such a convincing argument.

"But," I start," you have been basically avoiding me all week."

"Yes, but its not because I didn’t want you. I was busy dealing with a terror around the neighborhood. Its taken up a lot of my time this week and I've been rather tired," he answers simply.

"A terror," I ask confused.

"yea, some cougar has migrated down the mountain and has been killing the pets around here. I didn’t want it to hurt you so I started hunting it," he clarifies. For a second I'm distracted by the idea of a cougar lurking around the neighborhood.

I get back on subject," Then why did you leave so quickly this morning?"

His lips quirk for a second," I was meeting with an old buddy, she knew what to do with the cougar once I caught it. I promised I'd meet her around 8am, I was a bit late. I figured you would be working so we would wake up because your alarm, I was wrong."

"Ok, but you haven't initiated anything all month. You said the cougar was all week," I counter not really knowing why I feel like winning this argument. Such a bad habit to have.

He has the decency to look sad as he pets up my arm," I'm sorry, I didn’t know that was hurting you. If I knew sooner I would have had you many times by now." he pulls me closer as he settles his hands on my lower back.

"Why haven't you to begin with," I ask with a wilt in my voice. He hums as he pets some hair out of my face.

"You have been so busy with work that I didn’t feel right trying to convince you to fuck me if you were so tired. I want my mate to be happy, even if that means putting off my needs so she gets a full nights rest," he nuzzles along my forehead, humming as he does.

"You thought I was too tired to have sex? Babe, I've been tormenting myself all week because I thought I was losing your interest but you were just being considerate," I scoff as I bang my head to his shoulder. I feel like such an idiot.

"You thought I was losing interest in you? My mate, my love, my sexually frustrated female. I will want you always," he growls with affirmation.

I rub my cheek to him with a self-deprecating sigh," I just thought I lost my appeal, that you might want something closer to home. Your exes are nothing like me." his large hands rub up and down my back as his chest vibrates with a comforting hum.

"Of course you are nothing like them, you are my mate. They weren't, and never will be. You, my love, are one of a kind," he presses little kisses and nibbles to my neck," I don’t think you understand what I mean when I call you my mate. I claimed you that first night, you remember?" I nod," 'No one is taking you away. I will have you always because you are mine,'" he repeats those words that made my skin feel hot. "I wasn’t just blowing snot, when I call you my mate I mean you are my one and only. The love of my life, my shinning star, my best friend, and my lover forever. Do you get that now," he leans back. I look up at his determined eyes and feel even more ridiculous doubting him.

"So a mate is like a wife," I ask still a bit perplexed.

"Best comparison I can think of," he nods. I smile to myself but then think about.

"You declared me as your one and only the first night we met," I snap at him," thinking with you prick before your head again?" he chuckles when I slap his shoulder.

"sometimes we are in agreement," he continues to laugh. This big fucking ape is going to be the death of me and I know it.

"you never asked if I wanted to be mates with you," I scold half-heartedly. At the time, probably would have said no. right now, I'd say yes because I adore this big idiot.

"Why would I have needed to," he leans down and licks my cheek," you were begging for a lot of things that night."

I pop him lightly on the cheek," you are exhausting."

He chuckles along with me," well, I'm about to be more exhausting because I need to make up for lost time." before I could ask he reaches behind my thighs and lifts. I startle, grabbing on to his arms to not fall.

"Babe," I cry as he wraps my legs around himself.

"Yes, love," he quirks a brow with a big smile. He walks us out the room and to the stairs, taking two at a time as he leads us to our room. He rest me down on the bed with care then crawls over me with his imposing size. I cant help but smile up at him, feeling more adored this day than in the past month.

I reach up and cup his face," I'm sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner, also for doubting you."

He turns his face and kisses my palm," it's fine. Just remember that when I do something stupid in the future." I playfully scowl at him.

"You plan on doing something stupid in the future," my lips quirk.

He leans down and presses kisses to my collar," I don’t plan on it, just comes out sometimes." I pap his cheek with an unbelieved smile. This man will be the death of me.

"Alright," I pull him back to look him in the eyes," Now are you going to make sweet love to your ignorant mate?"

He hums with lidded eyes," don’t I always?"

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This story was longer than i remember, but i stand by it. I have the biggest issue with writing couples fighting. i never fought in any of my relationships so i don’t know how to go about it. i googled it and some reasons couples fight is lack of intimacy...also unbalance chore duties. so i happened to read a story on how someone thought their partner was cheating but they were just so busy with work. a bunch of google searches later i have this.

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Christmas Came Early

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Warnings: NSFW 18+ DIRTY Summary: Reader spends the christmas holiday at the Burrow with her best friend and crush, Fred. He decides to give her a special christmas present. 

This was going to be your second christmas at the Burrow and stepping into the familiar door, it felt like coming home. It was more of a home to you than your parents house. After the first few years of coming home from Hogwarts, they had decided they didn’t care to celebrate with their only child, instead opting to go on a lavish cruise each year. Arthur and Molly had immediately opened their home to you when your best friends, Fred and George, had told them you planned to spend your sixth year christmas at Hogwarts. Now it was expected of you to go to the Burrow each year. 

You’d been reluctant to accept their offer, especially being muggle-born and not understanding the charms of celebrating the holiday . The thought of spending two weeks with Fred in his family home seemed overwhelming. He’d always been the one who you could flirt back and forth with, teasing little winks, bold touches, and lavish compliments, which had resulted in a massive crush on the boy. Somehow, his hands eventually found you and would leave a trail of fire on your skin. You were unsure if you could handle that much time together without combusting from tension. 

Then one day, the twins had cornered you in the common room, practically begging for you to come and making promises to keep the pranks to a minimum. Eventually you’d given in and it was the best decision you’d made. 

This second year was proving to be harder than ever, the tension between you and Fred had only increased going into your seventh year and every day around him had caused you to hide in Ginny’s room to relieve that tension when no one was around. 

You hovered on the edge of the kitchen, observing the chaos that had erupted from a stray firework exploding in Ron’s mashed potatoes. You’d only been gone a matter of hours but it looked like the twins had found a way to entertain themselves. The table was coated with white mush and the girls were whining about it getting in their hair. 

“You tossers did that on purpose!” Ron shouted, lumps of potato dripping off his ears and nose. 

“We can’t help it if-”

“You can’t get the spoon to your mouth.” The twins said in unison, a devilish smirk on their identical faces. 

You giggled at the scene, attracting the attention of the room and cheeky grins from the boys. Molly scowled at them before stalking across the kitchen and ushering you further in. She fussed over your snow covered clothes, taking the full bags from your hands from your trip into town. 

“Was your trip alright dear? Did you find all you needed?” 

You squeezed her hand, stopping her from brushing your arm. “Yes, ma’am. I actually was picking up a final present for Mr. Weasley.” 

“Oh that’s sweet of you dear.” 

“Goodie Two Shoes.” Fred murmured into your ear as he moved past you, the heat of his breath causing your face to flush. 

Arthur rounded the corner, “did I hear something about a present for me?” 

Turning to give him a warm smile, you moved closer to the older man. He gave you a fatherly hug that you let yourself enjoy for a moment. Leaning back, you lifted up the canvas bag off the floor excitedly. 

“I think this is a gift that everyone’s going to enjoy.” Rifling through the bag, you pulled out a film canister. “I brought a muggle christmas tradition - a movie called ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up and he guided you toward the living room, already eager to partake in a muggle tradition. Molly muttered something about her ‘obsessive husband’ but followed behind you both. 

“Can we set up some couches and chairs around the room, Mrs. Weasley? I can get the tripod and screen situated.” 

“Of course dear,” she waved her wand, couches appearing from thin air, “and please do call me, Molly. You’re family in this house.” 

A loose arm dangled over your shoulder, drawing your attention up to George’s face close to yours. “Yeah, it’s bloody strange hearing you being so formal with mum after all these years.” George teased. 

“I’m being polite, you wanker, as if you would know anything about that.” You prodded your elbow into his ribs. Molly tutted and left you two to your bickering. George pinched his face at you childishly and you shrugged his arm off you. 

Just as Fred popped up on your other side, leaning into your ear, he whispered, “sit in the back with me?” 

Your body froze with a giddy anticipation, barely having the strength to nod. Over the past week, he’d been increasingly more attentive to you - driving you mad with each graze of his fingertips on your skin. It was easy to tell that he knew exactly what he was doing by the fiendish shine gleaming in his eyes and you couldn’t manage to break eye contact with him. A babbling Arthur distracted you enough for you to move your feet, rushing to set up the movie so you could settle in next to Fred. 

Thirty minutes later, all the lights were turned off and the entire Weasley/Potter/Granger clan were piled onto every empty seat, couches and recliners crammed wall-to-wall in the small room, 

. You gave the crowd a small smile and flicked on the camera, the movie sputtering to life against a white sheet that’d been hung up. The group’s attention turned to the movie, forgetting about you entirely. 

At the back of the room, Fred motioned for you to join him on an empty couch. Sluggishly, you weaved through the couches until you stood right in front of him. His eyes darted down to your bare legs peeking out from your loose cotton shorts, trailing up to the quidditch shirt you’d stolen out of his room, finally stopping when he met your eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears at his intense gaze as it settled like a pit in your stomach. 

Reaching out for your hand, Fred tugged you to sit down and draped a heavy blanket over your laps. Your breath quickened as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and positioned your back against his chest, letting his hand fall heavy on your leg. 

“You look gorgeous tonight, love.” Fred’s lips brushed your earlobe. 

Biting your lip nervously, giving yourself a moment to think, you said faintly, “I’m sure you say that to all the girls, Freddie.” 

After a moment of silence, he replied, “no one holds a candle to you. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all week.” Lightly, his fingers began running up and down your outer thigh. 

Fire filled your stomach but you stayed quiet, instead, snuggling deeper into his hold. Without even looking at him, you knew Fred had a giant smirk on his face from rendering you speechless. Well if he thought so highly of himself, two could play at that game. 

You let the minutes pass by, then slowly slid down against Fred’s chest, resting your head against his stomach and placed your hand on his upper thigh. His fingers froze, waiting to see what you were doing. A laugh threatened to spill out but you kept your eyes glued to the movie. 

Hesitantly, he moved again, making shapes in your skin, his fingers getting closer to your inner thigh each time. Heat pooled at your core and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. Fred’s hand teased at the bottom of your shorts and you swallowed thickly, wanting to beg him to move, already dangerously close to where you wanted him. 

Consciously, you glanced around to make sure no one was watching you two, but all eyes were still faced forward. No one was turned around gawking at them, thankfully. You’d messed around with boys before but it had never been in some place this open. The thought of being caught actually sent a little chill of excitement down your spine. 

Shifting slightly, you moved to lay on your back, one of your knees propped up against the back of the couch. In this position, you could look up at Fred, not expecting him to be watching you but his gaze was glued to yours. 

His throat bobbed up and down nervously, as if he were waiting for you to tell him to bugger off. Instead, you let your legs fall open and his hand dropped to your stomach, his whole hand covering your entire abdomen. 

Understanding of what you want sunk in, and he slid his hand back and forth under the waistband of your shorts, testing the waters. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized you had no underwear on. 

“You little tease.” He mouthed, earning a shy smile from you. 

Your skin was tingling with excitement at the feeling of his calloused fingers moving closer and closer to your core. In a single sweep, he moved to collect your wetness and you had to swallow a whimper at the sudden pleasure. 

Lightly, he began circling your clit, the gentle sensations causing your eyes to roll back in your head. The movements were so slight that you were beginning to think he wouldn’t do anything else when he teased a finger at your entrance before inserting it slowly. Turning your head, you buried your face into his stomach, trying to muffle the sounds tumbling out of your mouth, and his free hand cupped the back of your head gently. 

He slid his finger in and out unhurriedly, enjoying the clenching of your walls around him and all the little ticks in your jaw when you wanted to make noises for him. At just one finger, you were already drenched and he was going to enjoy every moment of watching you squirm for him. 

Adding another finger, he hooked up and brushed against your g-spot, his palm pressed against your clit. Beneath him, your hips bucked trying to get closer, and he tightened his arm against your body to hold you in place. There was a knot growing in your stomach and you knew your climax wasn’t far away. Your hand closest to him tangled in his shirt while the other one clenched around the blanket. 

He kept pumping into you languidly, hitting against your g spot with each drive. Next to your head, you could feel his pajama pants start to strain and that heightened your pleasure even more. The thought that he was loving this just as much as you. 

With only a few more pumps, his thumb swirled around your clit, and the knot exploded. Your entire body convulsed and his free hand left the back of your head to cover your mouth, suppressing your delicate moans. Your thighs clenched around his hand while he worked you through your high until you weakly gripped his wrist and pulled him from your shorts. 

You were in a trance as you watched him take his fingers into his mouth and clean your mess off him, another whimper of pleasure threatened to come out at the sight. 

You wanted to roll over, to return the favor for him, but then Arthur was turning on the lights and thanking you for coming up with such a brilliant gift. Molly rallied the rest of the family, announcing that it was bedtime for the household. Fred lifted you up off the couch and followed you up the stairs. 

He stopped you at his and George’s door, his large hand wrapped around your upper arm. Bending down, he whispered, “I can’t wait to hear all those pretty noises you were making for me again, darling. Sweet dreams.” 

Staring at the door as it closed, your mind was blank from what had just happened. 

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You tossed and turned, the heat of the many fires burning throughout the house pressing down on you until you kicked the blankets off your legs. The image of Fred above you, the flicker of lights on his skin, as he touched you kept replaying in your mind, making beads of sweat roll down your back and your thighs slick with want. Knowing that he was only a floor away from you was making it even worse. 

He’d crossed the line in your relationship without giving you a chance to reciprocate and to say you were frustrated was putting it mildly. For years, all you did was picture the moment you finally got to be with him and you were still waiting on the edge. 

Frustration finally overtook you and you heaved yourself off the bed. You silently tiptoed across the room, pausing only when Ginny made a little grunt of noise, before you slipped out the door and down the stairs. 

Padding into the bathroom, you leaned against the sink and splashed cool water on your face. You were going to have to figure something out by morning because you weren’t sure you could handle seeing Fred again, especially with his bed head and rumpled pajamas, not without wanting to jump him immediately. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath and held it before letting it out slowly. 

The sound of the door clicking open and shut startled you and you whirled around to find the man of the hour. Fred’s back was against the door, his chest bare and his red pajama pants a little tighter than normal. His whole body was toned with muscles from the constant quidditch practices, it made you want to run your hands over every inch of his body.

“Hey.” You managed to say. 

“Hey.” His voice was husky, let he’d just run a mile. 

Both of you stared at each other, the suspense of the situation making the room smaller. He was so close but still felt so far away. 

You weren’t going to let this moment pass you by for a second time tonight, all the dirty things you’d been dreaming of doing to him flashing in your mind. Unable to handle it anymore, you launched yourself the few feet to him and crashed your lips against his. Without hesitation, he put his hands around your thighs and lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

You groaned as he hit your core and he swallowed it, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue met his, your pace slowing from passion and lust to exploration. You started to wonder why you guys hadn’t been doing this for all these years. 

Detaching your lips from him, you yanked your shirt off, exposing your whole chest for him, before trailing kisses across his jaw to his earlobe, sucking it between your teeth. 

“Merlin, darling, you’re killing me.” You ignored him, sucking little love bites down his neck to his collarbone. “Be careful, sweetheart, or everyone will see. Or is that what you want?”

“Mhmm.” You whimpered, nipping at the pulse point at the base of his neck. 

His hold tightened on your ass, his fingers forming bruises on your soft skin. “You dirty girl. You want everyone to know how crazy you drive me, how badly I’ve wanted you for years.”

His words lit a trail of fire up your spine and you ground against him harder, desperate for any type of friction. Fred growled roughly and you shivered with excitement, wanting to do anything to create that noise again.

Wiggling slightly, he released his hold on your legs, Immediately, you dropped to your knees in front of him, pressing soft kisses to his stomach and down his happy trail. Fred’s pupils were blown with desire as he watched you hook your fingers into his pants to tug them down his legs, freeing his cock and letting it spring out. Your mouth watered at the sight of how big Fred was, bigger than you’d been with before, and you were desperate to taste him. 

Smoothly, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, a smile playing at your lips when he hissed at the contact, and pumped him a few times gingerly. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his body, teasing him, then mirroring the kiss on the other side. Fred huffed quietly and you smirked up at him before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head causing Fred to let out a heated groan. Gradually, you moved back and forth, taking him further in, your tongue sliding against the underside of his dick until you pulled back to suck on the tip, then repeated the same torturous steps again. 

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He muttered, fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth, his hand slipped behind your head and tangled in your hair with a tight grip.

You lifted a hand to his thigh, stabilizing yourself, and relaxed your throat to let him all the way in. For a split second, you looked up and your eyes connected with Fred’s, and something in him snapped. Roughly, he thrust into you, his dick moving down your throat and you gagged each time his stomach bumped against your nose. His hand was still gripping your hair and he held you firmly in front of him while he increased his pace. 

The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, your lust growing as he brutally claimed your mouth, and you slid your hand between your thighs and pulled your shorts to the side to rub your clit, releasing a filthy moan at the much needed friction.

Fred’s eyes fluttered at the vibrations your moan sent through him before he harshly stepped away from you, his dick dropping out of your mouth and drool dribbling down your chin. 

He reached out for your face, his thumb traced your cheek, down to your chin, wiping the drool away, and to your plump bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful, taking me like such a good girl.” 

Without thinking, your bottom lip jetted out in a pout, “I want to taste you, Freddie.” 

He chuckled softly, “as much as I’m dying to let you continue...” 

Taking your hand, he pulled you off the floor and wrapped his arms around your waist, looking down at you with a boyish grin on his face. He looked more innocent and unsure of himself now that he’d given you a moment to think, but that made you want him even more. He’d been your best friend since first year and you’d been dreaming about him wanting you for almost as long. Standing on your tiptoes, you captured his lips in a kiss. He hesitated before moving his lips against yours, giving you every opportunity to stop him. 

Your chest was heaving as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling your chest flush against his and your feet leaving the ground. He placed you gently onto the counter top before stepping in between your legs, his lips never leaving yours. 

Not so subtly, you took his hand off your waist and moved it to your shorts. Taking the hint, Fred pulled your shorts down your legs and let them drop to the floor, his eyes widening at the sight of you completely bare before him, your thighs glistening from how wet you were.

He was still frozen in place, never taking his eyes off you, so you reached forward and pumped him in your hands a few times, making his head drop to your shoulder lazily. You locked your legs around his hips and pulled him closer so that his cock brushed against your lips. 

Fred looked up at you and searched your eyes, “are-are you sure about this?”

“Of course,” you pulled back, confused, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“I know it’s not either of our first times but it’s just not exactly a romantic place for our first time together. I always pictured it in some place a little better than a bathroom.” He said nervously. 

“Fred,” you ran a hand through his hair and he closed his eyes at the comforting feeling, “we have our whole lives to be romantic. But at the particular moment, I just want to be with you. You’ve been driving me crazy all week and I need you to make me feel good.” 

He gave you one more questioning look before pulling you in for another kiss. His hands were roaming all over your chest and legs carelessly, dragging you to the edge of the counter, and his kisses were getting clumsy. 

In a rush, he gripped his dick and ran it through your folds, gathering your wetness on the head. You squeezed his arm in anticipation as he pushed into you. You buried your face into his neck to muffle the gutted moan that escaped at the burning as he filled you slowly. When he was completely in you, he paused to let you get used to the feeling. He was hitting places you’d never felt before and you couldn’t help but clench around him, making the muscle in his jaw tensed the longer you made him wait. 

“You can move, Freddie.” You whispered, nipping on his earlobe as you did. 

Taking his time, he pulled out of you almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly, making you yelp at the feeling of him hitting your cervix. Taking your head in his hand, he tucked your face back into his neck, then grabbed your hips and thrust into you again. Your walls clenched around him each time he pulled out, you raked your fingernails across his back as you clung onto him, letting him set the relentless pace. He grunted quietly as you tightened around him and pushed into you harder. That familiar knot was already building in your stomach after a few minutes. Both of you were desperate to find your highs, especially with all the teasing from the evening. 

“Freddie, it feels so good.” You mewled as he brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

“You’re taking me so good, baby, you’re so tight.” His breath was ragged in your ear, his movements getting more erratic. Sweat was forming on your bodies as you panted against one another, your bodies moving together in unison. His fingers were digging into your flesh, yanking you closer to him, and the thought of the bruises they might leave made you moan. 

Dropping a hand between your bodies, his thumb rubbed circles around your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. You knew it wouldn’t take much longer for you to come, you’d already been close earlier and now he was touching every right place. 

“Do-don’t stop,” you breathed out, “I’m gonna cum.” 

Fred thrust into you again, not letting up, “oh I want you to cum for me, love, I want to feel you come all over my dick.” 

With one more flick of his wrist and his dirty words, you fell over the edge. He captured your mouth in a kiss, drinking in your pathetic whimpers and moans like it was the elixir of life, while you rocked against his hard body. Your walls clenched around him tightly, wanting everything he could give you, and after a few more ragged pumps, he was spilling into you with a wrecked groan. He gave you a few more lackluster thrusts before he dropped his head to your shoulder, his breath heavy against your skin. 

You were absolutely destroyed but you softly rubbed your hand across his drenched back and up to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there - shorter than it’d been in recent years. After a few minutes, his breathing had returned to normal but his cheek was still pressed against your neck. 

Pecking a few gentle kisses on your shoulder, he finally looked up at you. His cheeks were flushed a bright red similar to his hair and a bead of sweat was rolling down his temple. You reached up and brushed it away, not letting it drop any further, then gave him a small smile. 

Fred let out a breathy chuckle, “it feels like it’s about a thousand degrees in here.” 

“You’re telling me, I feel like my skin is melting.” You retorted, thrown off by his casual comment. Your whole body was frozen with fear. Would this be a one time hook up and you’d never talk about it again, would he want to be in a friends with benefits situation? He’d had those before and each time, it drove you crazy to see him with someone else. You weren’t sure you could handle only being a throw away after loving him for so many years. 

You let out a quiet hiss as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling more empty than ever. It felt awkward now that you were sitting on the bathroom counter, naked, and he wasn’t really looking at you. You swallowed thickly, the nervous turning your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be out of this room, you moved to jump down, but Fred blocked your way. 

Smiling down at you, he grazed your cheek with his fingers and hooked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m not letting you get away that easily, love. I want to take a moment to enjoy how lovely you look.” 

“Before it ends.” You mumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps forming where he’d touched you. 

“What are you on about, silly girl?” Fred furrowed his brow. 

“I-I just thought you might want this to be a one time thing...” Your gaze dropped to your clenched fists in your lap. “You know, the way it was with Angelina.”

Fred snorted loudly and your eyes snapped up to his, bewildered. “You know why Ange was nothing more than a fling?” You shook your head timidly. “Because she wasn’t you. No one ever compares to you. I’m not daft enough to think it’d be enough to stay your friend after that... unless that’s what you want.” 

“No, it’s not!” You practically shouted, terrified he might think you’re second guessing things. “I want you, Fred. I have since you released Lee’s tarantula in the Hogwarts Express car and made Roger Davies cry. Since you snuck into Filch’s office to get back my self-shuffling playing cards in second year. Every time you’d lay out with me by the lake while I was studying. I want that with you, always, Fred.” 

He smiled at the memories. “I want that too, darling. I want you to be willing to put up with me until we’re old and grey. I want to be that crazy old man who’s telling everyone how beautiful my bird looked on the night I finally got into her knickers while you’re shouting at me to shut up and threatening my life.” 

A giggle bubbled out of you and you pushed against his chest playfully, “if you tell anyone that, I’ll beat you senseless, Frederic Gideon Weasley.” 

“That’s my girl.” He laughed. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he stepped closer and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Right?” 

“As long as you’re my guy.” You grinned, happily.

He nodded at that and helped you to stand up. “Absolutely. Now we better get to bed before mum finds us, or we won’t be growing old and grey. She’ll make sure we never see the light of day again.” 

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Perfect Birthday~

Au: Kaishi

Part: twelve

Theme: Fluff? Comedy? Who knows lol

(These 2 are going on an adventure)

"Buttercream? No that wont do. Vanilla with a touch of banana or Strawberry? Shoot! What about...hmmm...." You focused on the ingredients so hard that you were developing a light headache. Meanwhile, your husband sat across from you at the kitchen table, scrolling through his laptop for themes and present ideas. "Y/N, just settle on chocolate and call it a day." Kai announced while his eyes hovered on a Circus theme. He shuddered lightly at the thought of animals being involved. 'Absolutely not' he thought to himself. You sighed and put the ingredients list down. "I cant settle on Chocolate. I'm worried that someone might have an allergy to it. I'm also so worried about the vegan adults that might be here. What about the picky eaters too? Kai, I feel like I'm going insane right now." You gripped the sides of the chair you sat on. He peeked up at you and notices your incoming distress. He sighed and stood up to move behind you. He softly gripped each of your shoulders and began to give you an impromptu massage. "Stop worrying so much about it so much, Angel. Just do chocolate cake since its the brat's favorite flavor. We can go with a vegan cupcake option that should be safe for the people with chocolate allergies as well. As for the others, there will be other food and even beverage options. You're working so hard for people I dont even care about. This is all for my son and no one else but him. His happiness is my only concern."

You sighed and reached up to place a hand on your husband before turning to smile sweetly at him. "Kai, you're being sweet today." You teased him and he scoffed. "Anyway, I know you only want to focus on Kaishi but having other kids here for the first time, other than Ishida, is like his dream come true. It took me a lot of time to get on the parents good sides. It took a lot of time for them to want to bring other kids around Kaishi because if the yakuza affiliations. Had it not been for the fact that you've began working into charity for the city, I dont think anyone would've given us a chance. Bow we have parent friends, and now Kaishi has a chance for an amazing birthday this year. Let's not mess this up, okay? That means NO EXCESSIVE GERMAPHOBIA, and NO ANTISOCIAL BEHAVIOR okay?" You drilled it home at the end. He sighed in annoyance. "Ugh fine. I'll try to conversate with the other scum as if they never insulted the yakuza before. You had better be lucky I appreciate you and Kaishi at this point or this wouldn't be happening." Kai complained before pulling his medical mask down and kissing you lightly on your lips. "You two are being icky again. I'm going to tell Grandpa on you guys." Kaishi's voice brought you two back to reality. "Oh hush, and mind your business." Kai said as he ruffled his son's short hair playfully. Kaishi giggled and swatted the gloved hand away. He took a seat at the kitchen table next to Kai's laptop and peeked over to see what was on the screen. While you went to fix him some oatmeal, his father bolted to the seat and slapped the laptop closed. "No peeking. Havent you any manners?" Kai fussed lightly while Kaishi smiled. "Its okay daddy, I already know you two are planning my birthday for tomorrow." The boy said proudly. "That may be so, but it doesnt mean we cant at least surprise you with the decorations and food." Kai explained. You placed breakfast in front of Kaishi and sat down with your boys. Pops had just entered the kitchen at this point. "Family breakfast? Dont mind if I do." He smiled and took a seat next to you. "Grandpa, what will you give me for my birthday?" Kaishi asked excitedly. Kai flicked his cheek. "Dont be rude brat, respect your elders." He scolded him as Pops laughed. "Oh calm down, Chisaki my boy. My grandson is very calm at this age compared to how you used to act." Pops said with a smirk as you laughed and Kai blushed lightly with embarrassment. "Anyway, my Grandchild your gift will have to remain a surprise until tomorrow." Pops winked and Kaishi groaned. "Aw man. Well, mom/dad? What will you get me?" He turned to look at you in anticipation. You put a finger to your chin to think for a second. Then you snapped and made an 'Ah-Ha' expression. "I'm going to get you a fancy suit! Maybe I'll get some toys too. Just maybe, you'll have to wait and see." You teased him and he smiled. "Daddy, what about you?" He looked at Kai for an answer. "Just like Pops said, it will be a surprise. However, I'll take the time now to ask you what you want as a gift from all of us. It'll serve separately from the gifts we'll get you so dont worry." Kai watched his son expectantly as Kaishi searched his little mind. Seconds later he piped up excitedly:

"SMOOGLY!!!" He shouted happily and raised his arms dramatically in the air. You and Pops laughed while Kai tilted his head in confusion. "Smoo-what? Are you well? Are you speaking in tongues???" Kaishi giggled at his father's confusion. You turned towards Kai to explain. "Kai, Smoogly is a character from Kaishi's favorite show. He's this giant lollipop that dances and sings. Yknow, kids love that stuff." Kai stared at you for a second before nodding. Then he turned his attention back to Kaishi eating breakfast finally. "Alright then, you want Smoogly then that's what you'll get." After breakfast, Kaishi went to call Ishida on the phone. You monitored in awe, gushing as your baby talked to his little crush over the phone. The two were fast friends, and she was the first/only child in the class to accept and support Kaishi to the fullest degree. Meanwhile, Pops went to the backyard to water the flowers and feed the Koi in the pond. Kai headed out to the car to call Kurono/pick him up. "Chrono, I know I've given you the off day but I need a favor." Kai spoke on the car wireless phone while he drove. "Yeah man, what's up?" Hari answered from the other side. He was currently face deep in a 3rd bag of chips as he reclined on his sofa. "The brat's birthday is tomorrow and it's his first big one with other parents and children expected to be there. He wants some actor there to perform or something. Some thing called Smogie or Smothly or something like that."

"OHHHHH!!!! You're talking about Smoogly!" Hari shouted excitedly, his voice boomed over the car speakers. "Yeah whatever that mess is. Anyway, help me track him down and I'll give you tomorrow off to repay you from today. You can also have some leftover cake." Kai offered him. "Bet!" Kurono answered shortly before hanging up and getting ready. In moments Kai was at his door to retrieve him. The two men drove around for a bit while Kurono did some searching online. Lucky for him, it wasn't that hard to find Smoogly's booking information. "Found it, Kai. It says here that we can email and make a down payment, or call the home offices for a response in about...14 days." Kai almost slammed on the breaks. "14 days??? No that's not possible for a booking that could be denied. My Kaishi's birthday is tomorrow. We need to get this Smoogly there as soon as possible." He felt a bit of panic set in. Kai would never forgive himself if he couldn't get his son's biggest wish for his birthday. "Hey man chill. We'll just go to his office and speak to him directly. I mean, we've got a little pull when it comes to money. Also, we're yakuza so..."

"I know what you're thinking Chrono, and the answer is no. We cant push too many buttons or we'll end up leaving the gray area in which we operate in. I cant afford to get arrested on Kaishi's birthday." Hari rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Whatever man. Just take a left onto the main freeway and we should reach the exit in like 30 minutes. After that, we just follow the main road for 4 more minutes, take a right at the stop light, and turn off the Broadway drive. Smoogly's office should be right between a steak restaurant and a car dealership." Hari explained the directions. Kai nodded and the two were on their way. Once they made it to the offices, they took a number and sat in the waiting room. The wait wasnt uncomfortable to Kai...it was the old man across from them that kept coughing that made him uncomfortable. He felt hives pop up on his arms. Luckily the two were called before he went insane! Only minutes later they were standing before a chubby man smoking a cigarette behind a desk. He had dark hair, and was balding right in the middle of his head. His skin was just a step away from being super pale (no doubt because he had the costume on a lot) His noticable feature was the large mole on his cheek. He was clearly a foreigner from some city somewhere, thanks to his accent.

(!!!Reader, think about Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force!!!)

"Alright, what can I do for you two men? Wait a minute, you two are the tax guys right?"

"Uhhh, no. No we're here to inquire about an opening to hire you? The pay will of course be-"

"Yeah yeah yeah. Pay doubled blah blah. I've heard this a million times before. I get bastards like you that come in here every single day asking to pay extra just so I can come to your event. The moms are even worse since they also think they're entitled to my services." The chubby man interrupted Kai. "Please. It's my son's birthday. You see, this birthday is special because he's never had-"

"Pshhh...yeah buster, you're kid is special. Just like everyone else that's come in here before you to say the same thing. Bottom line is that I ain't doing it. If you want my services than file through email or take it up with the front desk. Deposits non-refundable if you get denied. Have a nice day." He put out the cigarette and picked up a rather inappropriate nude magazine. Kai looked at Chrono and sighed as if to say Hari can take over. Hari smiled darkly and went to approach the desk. The chubby man hadn't looked up from the magazine as he spoke. "Look man, I said piss off. What, you didnt get the picture the first time or-" he immediately froze and turned his attention to Hari when he heard the click of the gun. When he turned, he was staring down the glock.

Hari spoke up darkly. "Hey buddy, I'm a changed man but that doesn't mean shit is sweet. I've killed a dozen people before and I'm not afraid to go to prison. Either you do my nephews birthday party tomorrow, or we wear your face on a memorial T-Shirt. Fuck is it gonna be? Eh???" The man gulped and shakily reached his finger out to the voice machine on his desk. "Deborah cancel all my appointments tomorrow, I've got a birthday to go do." Hari and Kai smiled when they heard the voice reply 'Right away, sir.' They bid the man goodbye and left the office. The next day, Kaishi rushed to the backyard after taking a quick shower and getting ready. It was decorated beautifully with bounce houses, a splash area, party games, an extensive food/present table, swings, slides, etc. Most importantly, the parents actually showed up with their kids. Kaishi almost cried tears of happiness when he finally had friends to play with. Meanwhile, you and Pops chatted with the other parents until Smoogly arrived to perform. The kids absolutely loved every bit! Every once in a while, the Lollipop turned to look at Kurono standing in the corner, smirking menacingly and daring him to slip up just once. Smoogly quickly turned around and kept performing. At the end of his shift, he was paid extra just as Kai promised, and Kaishi got to take a picture with him. Finally it came time for presents. Kaishi was happy to receive so many gifts, but he was more eager to get his gifts from you, Kai, and Pops (even Hari got him a secret gift at the last minute). Kaishi smiled at the wooden box Pops had given him. When he opened it, it revealed a small pin on a soft cushion. It was shiny and brand new. It was the symbol of the Hassaikai, the infamous flower design. "My grandson, when your father was younger I had given him this very same gift. Please be sure to take good care of it." He gently placed a hand on Kaishi's head. The boy nodded excitedly and passed the box for you to hold while he opened up the remaining gifts. It was a surprise jacket from you to him. It was just a smaller version of Kai's jacket! Plus that suit you promised, and a few other Smoogly themed toys as well. From Hari, he recieved a new helmet for his new bike. Finally from Kai he received a matching mask. With the suit and the jacket, he was the matching embodiment of his very on father (aside from inheriting some of your skin tone depending on your color, my dear reader).

This was truly the perfect birthday.

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Not You

John Wick x Reader. Requested. (A/n- Worry not, there will be a second part. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but I got carried away and it got long. Welp)

Now..... Things were quickly fading to black. The pain in her chest had begun to subside replaced with a coldness that rendered Y/n a shivering mess. Hovering over her, there seemed to be three Johns, but she knew that only one was real. 

He cupped her face, breathing heavily, worry pooled in his chocolate gaze. She loved his eyes, though, Y/n couldn’t remember if she had ever told him that. Above all though, she loved him. “John,” she wheezed his name quietly, feeling a metallic tinge taint her tongue. Thick, red warmth leaked out of her mouth in a thin, persistent dribble, running down her paled cheek as she fought to speak, clinging to the thin thread of life, “I love-”

“No,” John swallowed thickly, “Don’t say it. Not like it’s your last time, please. Please,” he begged, “Just hold on, for me.”

1 hour earlier..... The job was going south. Fast. Their target, unbeknownst to them, had been tipped off and had, at the very last minute, doubled his security. What should have been a quick, in and out job, turned into a killing spree. It should have been no more than a dozen low ranking gang members, with more brawn than skills but, it had somehow turned into triple that amount of extremely specialized fighters who were being too well paid to go down without a fight.

Under normal circumstances, the usual combination of John and Y/n’s skills should have been more than enough to get them through it. But without warning and proper preparation, living through it would be a generous reach.

Every time John and Y/n thought that they had made headway, they were disappointed with more guards seeping out of unseen crevices. 

About two hours into the job, they were still on the ground floor of the nondescript warehouse on the edge of the city, struggling with about seven or eight bulky guards. 

John held one in a low choke hold as he swiftly delivered three shots to the one in front of him; two to the chest and one to the head. Without hesitation, he did something similar to the one under his arm, moving on to the next one that came at him.

About five feet away, Y/n struggled between two men more than twice her size. One held her off the ground, stumbling back when the back of her head made bone cracking contact with his nose while the other made a futile attempt to subdue her. Y/n’s arms were pinned to her sides, but her feet kicked wildly, bloodying the man’s face and eventually shoving him to the ground. Before John could point his gun at her captor, Y/n had elbowed him a gut, distracting him enough to shoot him in the thigh. The minute he released her, Y/n ended them both, sizing up the rest of their opponents. 

Her muscles were already sore from being over worked, there was blood in her left eye and her lungs burned, but still, without complaint, Y/n pushed forward. Shooting who she couldn’t stab and stabbing who she couldn’t shoot. John was nearby, doing the same with the kind of effortless grace that had been one of the reasons she had fallen for him. Of course, it was among, many, many other things. Though, the middle of a fight hardly was hardly the time to marvel on the greatness of one’s significant other. 

She had just taken out two more, and John another three. They were still dealing with the remnants of the last wave when more descended the stairs, tucked a the darkened corners  of the building. She was so tired. But there wasn’t room for tire, even if it could constitute life threatening mistakes. 

Hulking men swarmed around Y/n, probably deciding that she would be easier to take out first. As she shot at the one directly off to her left, another tackled her from the right and as she struggled beneath him, Y/n managed to drive a knife hidden in her waist, right up his chest. She thought he was dead and hadn’t bother to waste three bullets on him. 

Shoving him off her, Y/n pushed herself up, trying to blink the redness out of her eyes, brushing messy hair out of her face. Then she heard it, the loud grunt from John’s side and her head snapped up. There he was, caught in a hand to hand struggle of one of what seemed to be the last. His gun laid a few feet away, taunting, as if to say, “I could save your husband, but I won’t.”

In a rare moment where her passion over ruled her better judgement, Y/n clumsily lined up a hurried shot, sending a bullet square in the back of the man’s head. Immediately, he slummed to the floor with John shaking out of his grip just in time to not go down with him. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,“ he breathed, surveying their surrounding to ensure that they were truly done. It seemed so. “Thanks,” he half smiled. As quickly as it graced his handsome features, before John had even thought to retrieve his gun and Y/n had reloaded hers, John’s smile faded and he shouted, “Y/n, look out!”

It happened before he could push her out of the way and the world seemed to slow down. She turned, her hair whipping dramatically and a sound of surprise fell of her lips as she jerked back when a lone bullet hit her low in her chest, between her heart and her stomach. The man was still impaled with her knife and his stance seemed wavering but as Y/n hit the floor with a soft thud, John scrambled for his gun, ending him with a couple hasty shots.

By the time he had rushed to her side, Y/n was already laying in a pool of blood.

Now....  John cradled Y/n’s head in one of his large hands, the other pressed firmly to the wound in the middle of her chest. Blood leaked though his touch, warm against his palms, insistently reminding him that Y/’s life was, quiet literally slipping through his fingers. Her breaths were short and erratic and Y/n’s eyes were wide. “Just hold on okay. It’s not that bad, we’ll get you help and- and you’ll be okay. I promise, you’ll be okay.”

Y/n’s blinking slowed and she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open at all. It hurt at first, like hell, but as she lost more blood the pain faded out and she was over come with an overwhelming need to just fall asleep. When she tried to speak, a fit of wet, ragged coughs racked her body and John shushed her, silently assessing her wound.

It was one bullet, but he didn’t think there was an exit wound, she was shivering and life was draining from her face. When she opened her mouth again, blood leaked through the sides of her lips, which could be the consequence of nothing minor. This was really, really bad. The Continental's doctor might not have been much help to Y/n, she needed a hospital. “John,” his name a sickly wheeze that brought stinging emotion to his eyes. He couldn’t lose her. “I love-”

“No,” he stopped her, gathering her up in his arms, cradling Y/n close to his chest, “Don’t say it. Not like it’s your last time, please. Please, “John pleaded, slow tears running down his face. He couldn't believe that he might lose her like that. After everything, it had come down to a couple miscalculations and he could lose the woman who had brought light back to his life. “Just hold on, for me.”

As John stood, holding Y/n against his chest, he blinked back more tears. Memories danced across his mind; the last time he had held Y/n like that, was just after they had come back from their honeymoon, two weeks in Fiji.

(Flashback) ”I can’t believe you’re finally my wife, Mrs. Wick,” he laughed, Lifting Y/n off the ground. Her arms went around his neck, her lips pressed to the scruff on his jaw.

“Well start trying cause you’re stuck with me. I’m in this for the long haul,” Y/n laughed as John carried her through their front door. They had been living together for a while before they got married, but something about being married made it all seem more official. 

As he set her to the floor, Y/n lingered in the circle of his strong arms and he kissed her deeply before correcting, “We’re in this for the long haul.”

Y/n clung to John, smiling broadly, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Neither would I.”

Their current situation was a painful contrast to his memory as John jogged with Y/n to the car. She hadn’t said anything for a while but he could still hear her soft labored breath. He had wanted to talk to her, just to keep her conscious but John didn’t think he was capable of speaking without breaking down. 

Gently, he placed her in the passenger seat, reclining it and then got in on the driver side. “John?” Y/n breathed, all the shivering and blood loss.

“Yeah?” He glanced her way, blood covered hands tightly gripping the wheel, his foot heavy on the gas pedal.

“Did you finish it?” Y/n suppressed a fit of coughs, as she clutched the one inch hole in her chest.

John shook his head, turning onto a busy road, easily swerving through traffic, “Fuck the job,” he spat plainly, “We have to get you to the hospital.” Y/n didn’t respond immediately, her breathing visibly slowing as her eyes slipped closed, head slumping. “Hey,” John reached over, tapping her thigh, lifting his hand to shake her shoulder when she didn’t move, “None of that, okay? We almost there, just a few more minutes.”

“I’m tired,” she mumbled, her eyes only barely opening. Her hand slipped from the lower part of her chest, falling to her side, “I don’t......it’s so cold,” she breathed.

“I know. You can go to sleep, but not yet. Not until we get to the hospital,” which was still a good twenty minutes away, John didn’t know if she had that. In her seat, Y/n was slipping into unconsciousness. John kept his hand on her, shaking her shoulder and she mumbled incoherently, “ Y/n, listen,” he racked his brain, trying to find something that would get her talking, “Do you remember how me met?”

Y/n hummed quietly, a faint smile curving her lips, “Yeah,” she breathed.

“Great! Why don’t you tell me the story. Here, I’ll help you,” John encouraged eagerly, “It was in Spain? Do you remember?”

“Mhm,” Y/n fought to keep her eyes open, trying to get the words out, “And, um, we were on the same contract. The ambassador. You thought I was his girlfriend,” she tried to laugh.

“But I offered to buy you a drink anyway,” John chuckled quietly. It was just two years ago, but it felt like they had lived a lifetime together since then. They had fallen in love, started a life together. Killed together and even for each other.

(Flashback) Somewhere on a beach in Barcelona.... John sat at the bar, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, sipping the same drink for the past hour. His eyes were discreetly trained on the ambassador to Spain, sitting at a table on the restaurant's patio, overlooking the water. The contract was supposedly exclusive, open to only a couple others beside himself. John didn’t know who they were, he didn’t care either. He would be out of Spain, twenty million dollars richer before they could even line their shot up.

The man, his name was of little importance and above ground politics never served John much interest, sat on one side of a roped off table, guarded by to men wearing dark shades. He probably could have shot him right there, he was close enough, but John had preferred to wait for a more.....private moment.

That was when he saw her, walking towards the table, escorted by another member of the security detail. She wore a navy blue dress that cut off early to show of smooth, sun kissed legs. The young woman, who suddenly had most of John’s attention, bent to peck the ambassador near the corner of his lips, his hand secured low on her back. Her identity was hidden by a wide brimmed hat and a pair of dark tinted  stylish sunglasses. John didn’t know her but he wanted to.

They sat with their chairs pulled close together, his hand on her bare thigh, speaking quietly as they ate. When they were finished and presumably when the check was cleared, the ambassador kissed her quickly and left with his security detail. For a while, she sat by herself, then eventually got up, approaching the bar with a leisurely sway of her hips. At the bar, the woman sat a couple stools away from him, removing her shades and hat before looking over the drink menu. She was far more beautiful than he could have ever anticipated. 

John had not actively pursued woman in years, but something about this one was drawing him in. The confidence in her walk, her quiet grace, her beauty- something. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat, looking her way.

As she turned, one of her eyebrows were raised and she seemed to be assessing his worth, “Yes?” She smiled, determining that he might deserve a chance.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, mirroring her smile.

“Maybe, if you tell me your name your name first.”

“John,” he offered his calloused hand.

She took it, shaking firmly, “Y/n.”

As it turned out, she had already known his name, one could hardly be an active part of the criminal underworld without at least hearing the name John Wick. Y/n however, had been train by the same people who had trained him, though a couple decades later. His name and stories of his work were spoken in whispers around the Ruska Roma. What she had heard had intrigued her, meeting him was something entirely different.

“Your barged in right when I was about to shoot him. No silencer and you made a mess on the sheets.” Y/n swallowed thickly, grimacing at the taste of blood, wincing in pain when she tried to shift in the seat, “You’re such a brute.”

“You fell in love this brute,” he smiled, glancing her way as he skillfully turned into the hospital’s compound.

“Well.....” Y/n’s eyes slipped closed, “You’re.....” She didn’t finish and her head finally slumped down, limbs limp and face alarmingly pale.

He couldn’t hear her breathing and a new wave of immeasurable worry swelled in John’s chest. No, he couldn’t be too late, they were already at the hospital. She couldn’t just die, not like his. Haphazardly, he swung into a spot near the entrance of the emergency room, stumbling out to get to Y/n’s side. “Y/n?” He shook her shoulders, the blood flow from the gun shot had significantly slowed and he couldn’t find a pulse. “Please,” he begged, for the first time audibly crying, “Just.....I can’t lose you. Please Y/n, not you.”

[ambidextrousarcher]

Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews: Episode 8- The wedding proposal disguised as war (faux-war)

Tagging @chaanv, @shaonharryandpannisim, @medhasree, @avani008, @butchcaroldanvers, @mayavanavihariniharini, @iamnotthat, @enigma-the-mysterious

This episode begins on a dramatic war footing. Since I saw the precap attached with the last episode, I know that a war is not happening, because everyone’s scared shitless of Bhishm, the paragon of perfection. The army of Gandhar rolls out in good order, accompanied by the shouting of orders from the senapati. For some reason, the Rajguru is also walking with the King and the senapati. Aren’t Brahmanas supposed to stay away from war? Except Dron, but he’s a special case. In the background, some dudes are doing push-ups. What for? Idk. “Close the doors! What is the news?” “It’s a huge army, flowing like the Indus. They have food too, they’re prepared for attack.” In what world is an opposing army described like this, really? “Whose army is it?” “I could not see the chariot of a King, Maharaj, but I could see the chariot on the lead.” Okay, obviously, it’s Bhishm. Let’s see how he’s flattered here. “White horsed-chariot, like it’s the chariot of Surya Narayan himself…” Does the Sun God have white horses on his chariot? I’ve never heard of that. Arjun does, though, that I do recall. The camera focuses on white galloping horses. “The chariot has a white flag, too, Maharaj.” The camera focuses on the aforementioned flag. It looks suspiciously like what will be the flag of Indraprastha in the future, I need to check that out again. The man riding on the chariot is as effulgent as the Sun. He’s wearing decorated armor, his arm muscles like trees, his eyes are like twin fireballs, he also has the symbol of the Moon God on his forehead.” While this description is going on, the camera focuses on each mentioned part of Bhishm. You know, I’m not sure if the man describing Bhishm is actually from Gandhar. How can I know he isn’t a spy? I mean, no one describes enemies like this. Seriously, the man sounds like he’s drooling over Bhishm. “This warrior is none but the best of the Kauravas, the son of Maharaj Shantanu and Mahamata Ganga” this from the Rajguru. “Bhishm.” The King. Bhishm theme plays, camera focusing on him and his army. Almost three minutes of the entire episode, more than 10% of it, has been spent on his entry alone. Camera focuses on Gandhari striding through a hall. “Mata, what is happening?” “Have you not heard? Hastinapur has attacked Gandhar.” “What will happen now?” Another lady says “Gandhar’s army can’t stand against Hastinapur. Gandhar’s forts will be breached in days. Rivers of blood will flow. We will be ash.” (Side note: Rivers of blood will flow/Rakht ki daarayen bahengi seems to be a favorite line. Arjun says it too, after Cheerharan, when he does a title drop.) “Admitting defeat before actual defeat is not worthy.” The Queen says. “Forgive me, Rajmata. However, Gandhar has not seen a war in many years…” She goes off on a tirade about what happens to defeated cities in war. It’s too much, as there isn’t gonna be a war anyway, so I’m desisting from writing the whole thing. Oh, that lady is Arshi, Shakuni’s wife in this show, as Gandhari calls her Bhabhishree. “What do we do now?” Gandhari asks. “What women do in war. Wait for darkness, and then…” Gandhari strides to the front and takes a sword from its sheath. “Bhabhi, lift a weapon. I am joining the war. It terrifies me as much as darkness, I was told by Gurudev that to get rid of fears, we must face them.” Why do you sleep in a room full of lights then, lady? “When death is certain, I shall die in the battle field.” Shit. Krishna Gyaan. This is about fear of loss. Skip, skip, skip. “The time to fly a flag is here, Maharaj. Which should it be? Red for war or white for surrender?” “Dishonor or death. Both of them seem blacker than ever to me.” “We have to furl one, Maharaj.” “The army has stopped, Maharaj!” “Amazing. They have furled the yellow flag of friendship.” It is rather amazing that Bhishm came with an army instead of a deputation, the minister is absolutely right. “Open the gates!” The King and his entourage go down to meet Bhishm. “If he wanted to talk, why the army?” Good question, senapati ji. “He must have come to exhibit his talent to us,” But, mantri ji, isn’t that done alone? What does he need an army for? “But why?” asks the King. Good question, again. “We have not offended Hastinapur. After drunk kid’s death (he doesn’t call him drunk kid, obviously), for 25 years, the throne has been empty. Yet, we have not attacked them or made treaties with their enemies. Why the need for this in front of friends?” “The show of strength is done in front of friends only when you need something from them.” This episode is dragging so much. ALL Of IT TILL NOW IS NON-CANON. And there are still 13 freaking minutes left! Aaargh! “What does a warrior like Bhishm need from us?” What else, Mr. Doofus King? Your daughter who has the boon of 100 children. Bhishm theme plays as he dismounts. Saubala joins his hands, his soldiers kneel. Mr. Paragon of Perfection lays a hand on Saubala’s shoulder. “A King should join his hands only to God. He should greet a friend and punish a foe, only in that is his pride,” he says gently. “Your radiance is not less than any God’s, son of Ganga.” NO! Someone please rescue me from this whitewashing, should I call it glitterwashing? Of course, he’s modest as ever. “I am no King, merely the servant of Hastinapur. My place is not above you.” “Your talents are more than any King’s, son of Ganga.” “The question of talent comes when there is war. I am here to meet my friend, for deepening our friendship” What the hell did you bring your army for then? Happy music plays. “To welcome a friend like you is Gandhar’s good luck.” Saubala and Bhishm hug, as the soldiers cheer him. Gandhari runs into a chamber. “Bhabhi, Bhishm is here for the hand of friendship.” “I heard.” “What do you think? Is he pretending friendship and planning war?” “I’ve heard that Bhishm never lies.” “I’ve heard that there is none stronger than him in the entire of Aryavrat.” Aaah! If I hear more, my ears will bleed. “Yes, Sukhda. Even Parashuram couldn’t defeat him.” “A strong man always seems calm, Bhabhi. Let’s see if he’s actually strong or we have heard tall stories.” “I want to ask what he needs from Gandhar,” says Arshi. Scene changes. The men are reclining in thrones, along with the Queen. “Disperse.” The Queen commands her servants. “Such a beautiful welcome and love fills my heart.” Gandhari is at the entry of the room, peeking in. “I am sure you have educated your daughter and daughter in law with such courtesy also.” Bhishm, finally getting to the point, right? Phew. “What can a little country like Gandhar give to a nation as large and powerful as Kururashtra?” “A future. And happiness in the future. You might know that no King has ever attacked you because you have the protection of Kururashtra. If Kururashtra and Gandhar become one, it will be good for both of us.” “Such a thing occurs between two equal Kingdoms. Gandhar serves Hastinapur, son of Ganga.” What kind of a king are you, Saubala? I’m sure canon Saubala is not this much of a doormat. CANON FAIL. “That is why I asked for a relationship, not friendship,” says Bhishm. “A marriage proposal.” FINALLY, after 14 minutes of posturing, we get to the DAMN POINT! Gandhari, still standing at the entry, looks at Sukhdha. The other adults also look at each other. “Your daughter Gandhari is famous for her beauty and virtues in the entire of Aryavrat. We have a marriage proposal for her. Please do not deny us.” “But you have taken an oath of celibacy, have you not, son of Ganga?” asks the Queen. Thankfully, he has. Bhishm looks down, then starts to laugh. “The princess will wed a Prince of Kururashtra, not me.” Happiness blooms everywhere. “Gandhari is like a daughter to me.” “I think this is a right thing to do.” Says the Queen. “Where can we find a better husband than Prince Pandu?” “Dhritrashtra.” Everyone except Bhishm looks stricken. I can kinda understand them. “Where did Pandu get into this? He’s the younger son. Dhritrashtra is the elder. Maharaj, I am thinking of Dhritrashtra. Think about it. Even a sculptor’s wife can have 100 children (wait, how? People don’t live for a 100 years, how the hell can anyone have 100 children right off the bat?) but they will be building sculptures, not a Kingdom. It is not the number of children that matters, what matters is their virtue. Not everyone has the luck of giving birth to 100 sons of Kuruvansh.” Ugh. Even typing out this sentence is making me feel dirty. “But Mahamahim, my daughter is beautiful, knowledgeable and a warrior. Dhritrashtra, you know what he is.” Ah, ableism is the issue. I don’t blame her, tho. It’s kinda a human flaw. Bhishm stands. “Dhritrashtra is also skilled in all things. You do not know his abilities, Maharani Sudharma.” He goes on to give an excessive intro of Dhritrashtra, adding that Gandhari will be very lucky to have him. The scene changes. Gandhari and her maid are laughing together. “Where are you going? It is not time yet to go far away.” “Let her go. My sister-in-law is entitled to her pride. There’s a proposal for her from such a kingdom, after all.” “There’s nothing like that, Bhabhi!” “It’s alright even if it is like that, Gandhari. No Kingdom is as rich as Hastina in the world!” “I have heard the same, Princess. I keep trying to imagine, how Hastinapur shall be…” “Hastinapur…” trails Gandhari. “If you form ties with us, you shall be Emperor Suabala instead of a King.” “You mean, you are here to take advantage of us by showing your strength.” “I am here to make the royal family of Gandhar as my family. There is no question of taking advantage in a family.” Ah, veiled threats. Scene changes. “So what if it’s a big Kingdom?” asks Gandhari. “Our Gandhar is not weak. Regardless, a marriage is not with a Kingdom, it’s with a Prince.” Gandhari bites her finger. She’s clearly said too much. “Already fantasizing about hubby dear?” Ugh. Too sweet for me. “Bhabhi!” Gandhari blushes. Scene changes again. “As I see it, their match is made in heaven,” says Bhishm. “We do not wish to force you.” Ah, hypocrisy too. “Clear your doubts before you make a decision.” Saubala walks to his throne. “So, what do you decide?” Scene changes to Gandhari once more. “The Prince of Hastinapur is like Indra among men.” Indra again. “Kururashtra’s men and women worship their Princes like Gods.” That they do in canon too. Scene changes again, camera focusing on the back of a man. “Bhabi, what’s his name?” asks Gandhari. “What are you going to do knowing his name? Women don’t call their husbands by their name.” “Tell me his name, Bhabhi.” “Dhritrashtra.” “Prince Dhritrashtra”. The camera focuses on Dhritrashtra flexing his muscles. Precap: Dhritrashtra faces an elephant. “How will I tell my daughter that I traded her happiness for the people? When Shakuni comes to know, what will he do?” I am confused. Gandhari seemed happy enough. ANYWAY. THIS ENTIRE EPISODE IS NON-CANON. The only thing mentioned in canon is that Bhishm approached Gandhar for Gandhari’s hand with a deputation (not an army), he got the same. Shakuni was actually happy about it.

I’ve already reached 10k words of roasting StarBharat. Seems this is a longer exercise than Antraatman, which is a literal novel. Imagine the sheer number of canon fails in this thing.  

[buckmecaptain]

The Cat Arrived in October

AU in which I ignore Infinity War and Endgame, Bucky is an Avenger, Everybody lives in the Tower because I’m a sucker for that, and Pepper and Tony had an amicable break up years prior.

It started as a drabble, from the prompt:  “Halloween, but make it totally not scary.”

Image isn’t mine, neither are any of the Avengers characters.  Only Rosa.

WARNINGS: Not many.  Mention of accidental animal death (no description), vague mention of an explosion and subsequent hospital stay.

In which Tony Stark decides that pets are OK in the Tower.

The Avengers returned to the Tower after their Sunday brunch on a crisp October day and found Tony in the common room, relaxing in a recliner and reading on his StarkPad. A large black house cat lay across the back of the chair, its tail draped over Tony's right shoulder and a front paw idly kneading his left.

As the team entered the room Steve, who was in the lead, stopped short, almost causing a six-person pile-up. They gawked.  

Tony didn't bother to look up; rather he asked “Did you remember my coffee?”

Steve approached him, coffee and a bakery bag in hand, head tilted and eyes squinting.  “Tony, there's a cat on your chair.”

Tony's eyes remained on the tablet screen.  “So there is.”

The cat regarded Steve with large bright green eyes.  Its tail thumped its seatmate's shoulder once, then stood and stretched.

“It's, uh, it's a really pretty cat.”

“This is true,” Tony nodded, sipping his coffee.

The feline rubbed its nose along the edge of Tony's ear, then looked back up at Steve expectantly with one forepaw raised and uttered a soft “miao”.

“Oh, alright.  Rosa, Steve.  Steve, Rosa.”

Steve shifted from foot to foot, then glanced over his shoulder at his team mates.  They shrugged.  “Some help you guys are,” he thought.

The cat meowed and reached out its paw again.

At a loss, Steve offered his hand. “Nice to-to meet you, Rosa.”

Rosa placed her paw on his hand and pressed once.  Twice.

“Did you just... shake my hand?”

She turned in a circle and looked up at Steve with her eyes nearly closed.

”Smug,” he thought.              

The team crowded around to greet Rosa one by one and she charmed them all.

The last was Bucky.

He didn't reach out for her and she flattened her ears while staring him down.

Up came the paw.

“What's the matter, Tin man?”  Sam grinned.  “Don't like cats?”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response and reached out with his flesh-and-blood hand.  Rosa sniffed it daintily and rubbed her head on his thumb, purring. Once Tony's pet had greeted the entire team, she returned to his shoulder and nuzzled her little face into his neck.

“That is certainly an affectionate cat,”  Natasha noted after she and Clint left the room.

“Yeah, weird.  Even weirder is Tony having a cat.  Much less being affectionate with one,” Clint agreed.  “Do you think it's a lab experiment? Maybe it's Bruce.  Did Tony turn Bruce into a cat?  Are they snuggling because they're more than 'science bros'?”

“Okay, calm down.  Bruce is in the lab.  Tony just decided to get a pet.  It's been a long time since he and Pepper broke up, you know.  Maybe he was lonely.” Clint snorted.

As the days and weeks passed, the team got used to having Rosa in the Tower and were enjoying her company. Tony seemed happier and his appetite had increased to a more-than-healthy level, but he wasn't gaining weight, so who were the team members to judge?

“Waffles?  Do I smell waffles?” Tony breezed into the kitchen and made a plate for himself, stacking a tray with food and various breakfast beverages before heading back out again.

“He never eats with us anymore,” Wanda pouted.  “I kinda miss his dumb jokes at the table.”

Sam nodded.  “Well, he is a self-proclaimed 'mad scientist'.  Who knows what's going on in that brain of his?”

After dinner that night, Tony strode purposefully into the common room with Rosa cradled in his arms. “Okay, guys.  I need a favor.  I have to leave for a conference in LA tomorrow and I need someone to look after Rosa.   Just let her hang out with you so she doesn't get lonely,” he kissed the cat's head, “and, uh, feed her on schedule.  Who's up for this?”  He looked around the room.

Wanda raised her hand.  “I'd be glad to!” she cooed enthusiastically and reached for Rosa.

Tony reluctantly relinquished his hold and Rosa rubbed her face along his jawline before slithering over to Wanda.

“FRIDAY will send you her schedule and feeding instructions.  It's not difficult.  Everything is in my suite and you'll have access as needed.  I'll be gone for six days.” He squinted at the team and chewed his lower lip as he rapidly tapped his fingers on the back of his phone.

“Stark, it'll be fine.  Wanda's more than capable of taking care of a simple-” Steve began.

“Not 'simple'!” Tony almost shouted.  “Very special.  Follow the directions and treat her the way she wants to be treated.  If I can't trust you all, then I'm going to have to take her with me,” he huffed.

Rosa sighed and squirmed, jumping from Wanda's arms to Tony's.  She looked him in the eye and rubbed her head against his jaw again, purring loudly.

“Okay, I get it.”  He stroked her fur.  “I'm trusting all of you.”  He turned abruptly and headed for his suite.

The team were left speechless, exchanging looks and shrugging.

Finally, Sam broke the silence.  “So that's it, huh?  Tony is now a crazy cat lady?”

**  **    **    **    **  **  **    **  **    **  **  **    **    **    **  **  **    **    **    **  ** ** The team was all too happy to hang out with the Tower feline after Tony left that Thursday morning.  Rosa spent some time lounging in the sun by the huge windows in the common room, then made the rounds from one person to the next as they filed in to relax.  She retreated to Tony's suite when the team went to work out, but joined them again when they assembled for movies and pizza.

Bucky was particularly sullen tonight, slumped in one of the over-sized recliners and burrowed in his hoodie.  Rosa had been watching him intently, but seemed to have come to some sort of a decision and stood from her perch on Clint's knee. She stretched as cats do and sauntered over to the arm of Bucky's chair, then sat primly with her tail wrapped around her feet.

The soldier gave the cat the side eye, receiving only a slow blink for a reaction.

“What?”

Rosa raised her chin and peered at him, front paw raised.

Bucky squinted at her.

She meowed quietly.

“Fine.  Come on, then.”  he opened his arms and Rosa hopped onto his chest, stretching her back legs out behind her and tucking her front paws into the neck of his hoodie. He glared at the cat.

Unbothered, she rubbed the top of her head on his chin and purred loudly. Before he knew it, Bucky was absently stroking the cat's luxurious fur and relaxing.  It wasn't long until he nodded off.  He slept deeply, dreamless at first, then came the demons of his past snaking into his rest.  He hated the dreams and his lack of power to stop them, struggled to wake himself every time.

Something was different.  This time when he aimed the pistol at Steve, the image in his mind blurred and faded away.  Instead he found himself in a huge, soft bed surrounded with fine linens.  The scent of  flowers and vanilla filled his nostrils as he trailed his fingers over the curvy body of the woman draped over his chest.

Wait, what?

His hands stilled and his eyes flew open.  She wriggled against him, warm and very naked, and sighed contentedly.  Who was she?  He couldn't see her face, but the hair and body didn't match Wanda or Natasha.  He raised a hand to brush away her long dark hair so he could identify her, but she batted his hand away and snuggled under his chin.

Bucky knew he should wake up, should push the woman off of him, find out who she was, where he was, but he hadn't felt that comfortable and relaxed in so long, he couldn't force himself.  What's the worst than could happen?  He allowed himself to settle back into the marshmallow-cloud bedding and wrap his arms around his companion.

He woke as usual before sunup, his internal clock urging him to go for a run with Steve and Sam.  As soon as he raised his head he was met with a pair of bright green eyes set in midnight black fur.  Rosa touched her nose to his, then jumped down and headed for Tony's suite.

Bucky's mind flashed back to the dream he'd had as he watched the cat leave the room.  He hoped his morning run would help would help dampen his feeling of unease.

After the third lap, Sam couldn't take it anymore.  “Yo, Buck, you've been really quiet this morning. What's the matter, cat got your tongue?”

Bucky gave him the Winter Soldier Death Glare.

“Hey, just saying I'm not the one who fell asleep with a kitty cat on my chest.”

“Knock it off, birdbrain.”

“Geez, touchy!”

That night after dinner, Steve was parked at his desk going over some paperwork when FRIDAY alerted him. “Captain Rogers, Rosa is requesting entry to your quarters.”

Of course Stark would program the AI to recognize his pet.  He chuckled and gave the okay, and the cat trotted into his room, taking a seat on the floor beside his desk chair.  “Well, hello there.  Nice of you to visit me.”

Rosa meowed once and raised a paw.

“Want to come up and keep me company? Okay, up.”  He patted his knee.

Rosa narrowed her eyes and flattened her ears.

“Oh, excuse me, someone's spoiled,” he leaned over and reached for her.   She allowed it and settled on his lap, purring quietly.  She stayed there all evening, and when he emerged from the shower, she was curled up on the foot of his bed, sound asleep.   He didn't have the heart to make her leave, so there she stayed.

In the wee hours of the morning, Steve dreamed about crashing the plane into the icy depths of the ocean.   He was cold, so cold he was shivering in his sleep and mumbling “No. Please, no...”

The bed was vibrating from the Captain's shivering, rousing Rosa from her slumber.  She stood, stretched, and ambled up to Steve's left side, nestling against him and placing her paws on his chest, kneading slowly but firmly.  As he calmed and settled, Rosa purred and closed her eyes.

Confusion and calm both invaded Steve's dream state at once, pulling him from the freezing water that had closed over his head and depositing him into his nice, warm, too-soft bed.  He sucked conditioned air into his lungs instead of sea water and his heartbeat slowed.  So warm and comfortable.

And arousing.

Wait.

That wasn't a blanket pressed against his chest, drawing lazy circle patterns across his ribs.  His eyes snapped open, body going rigid.  All he could see was a head full of long, dark hair and a distinctly feminine arm stretched across his body.  He wanted to ask her what the hell she was doing in his bed, and who the hell was she, but he was warm and comfortable so he allowed himself to be lulled back to sleep through the night.

Why are early morning alarms so loud?  Steve was sorely tempted to throw his phone through the window.  Annoyed with having his rest interrupted, he groaned and stood, preparing to meet the day.

A soft “meow” sounded from behind him.

“Hey there, Rosa.  Good morning. Thanks for staying with me last night.”  He rubbed her ear gently and she purred, then hopped down to the floor and sat by the door to his suite waiting for FRIDAY to let her out.

Steve smiled and went about getting ready for his morning run.

The next few days were busy for the Avengers.  Interviews, meetings and briefings with SHIELD and training took up their days, so they were all more than ready for some R and R in the evening.  The recipe for relaxation this evening was catered gourmet cheeseburgers, fries, a movie, and a gripe-fest.

“All I'm saying is, we look good on tv as is.  Why did they think we need makeup?  It's a crime to cover this up!”  Sam gestured to his face.

Rosa meowed from her spot along the back of the couch.

“See?  Even the kitty-cat agrees.”

“Well, at least we didn't have to deal with interviewers and Tony,”  Natasha said between fries.  “Would have made our day one hell of a lot longer.”

Clint laughed, “Yep, it's a relief not to hear the 'I'm Tony Stark and I'm awesome' stories every ten minutes.”

A low growl sounded from behind Sam.

“Well, Tony is definitely all about ego.  Huge ego.  Huge ego in a tiny suit,” Steve snarked.

“Ooh, short jokes.  Someone is playing mean,” Wanda chipped in, “not that Tony doesn't deserve being taken down a peg or two.  Often.”

“You should all be nicer to Tony, you know.  He's good to each and every one of you,” said a new voice.

Combat training kicked in for each of the Avengers.  They were on their feet and facing the enemy, makeshift weapons drawn, within a second.

In this case, the “enemy” was a stunning black-haired woman wearing a simple black chemise.  She fixed each Avenger with her brilliant green gaze and frowned.  

“Makes me want to cry.”  She turned to leave.

“Wait a minute,” Steve ordered and she stopped, but did not turn.  “Who are you and how the hell did you get in here?”

“My name is Rosalie Anderson.  I've been here for a few weeks.”

Stunned silence.

“Oh!  She's the cat!” Clint shouted, shaking the rest of the team from their reverie.

“No wonder Tony was so reluctant to leave you behind,” Natasha said with her signature smirk.  “Wanted to keep you all to himself, huh?”

Rosa sighed and gracefully sank into the over-stuffed couch.  “It's not like that.  I'm more like a- ugh, I hate to even say it- like a therapy animal.”  She rolled her eyes.  “At least in cat form, I am.”

“It was you in the dream,” Bucky stated.

“Yes.”

Steve gawked at his old friend.  “You had a dream, too?  Started out bad, then the woman- her?”

Bucky nodded.

“Wait, wait, wait... you guys had gooey dreams about Hello Kitty, here?  What's going on?”  Sam sputtered.

Steve shook his head.  “No, just the usual nightmare about downing the plane in the ocean, then it changed to me lying in a huge comfortable bed with a dark-haired wo-  'Gooey dreams'?  What?”

Natasha broke in.  “Let her talk.” She nodded at Rosa, urging her to go ahead. “I'm a low-level empath.  Last year, I was doing research off-site for Stark Industries' Therapy and Recovery division, studying the effectiveness of different therapy animals, when that explosion happened.”

“The one at the dummy radiology lab? The one that turned out to be a Hydra front for alien weaponry?” Sam asked.

Rosa nodded.  “My desk was against the a wall that was shared with the lab, so when the explosion happened, it tore through and hit me full-force.”  She grimaced. “Well, me and Bella the cat.  She didn't make it.

I spent three days in the hospital, and at the end of my stay I was picked up by Agent Coulson.  He introduced me to Tony and we became friends.”

“Friends... who hang around as house pets?” Clint prompted, his eyebrows raised.

“Tony's idea,” Rosa supplied, “and I didn't mind.  It was nice to be able to observe all of you with your guards down.  Tony is overprotective sometimes, which reminds me, FRIDAY?  Would you please message Mister Stark and let him know that everything is out in the open and it's okay?”

“Already done, Miss Anderson.”

“You said you're an empath,” Wanda stated.  “How strong is your power?”

“Not very strong, I'm afraid,” Rosa replied with a frown.  “I seem to only be in tune with panic or fear based emotions and help soothe them.  For example, I can sense an oncoming panic attack, and if I can touch the person who is suffering, I can pull back the anxiety so he or she can rest.”

“That's what happened with my dream. I was on the helicarrier, just about to shoot Steve, then I wasn't. Next I knew I was in this gigantic bed.  With a woman.”  A muscle flexed in his jaw.

Rosa stepped forward, hands raised in supplication.  “I'm sorry.  Just doing what I'm meant to do.  I hope you can forgive me for crossing lines.”

“No apology necessary,”  Steve assured her.  “Believe me when I say that was one of the best nights of sleep I've had in years.”

She smiled tentatively.  “Thanks.”

“Same here, doll,”  Bucky agreed, “Suddenly I'm a cat person.”  He grinned, looking at her through the overgrown fringe of hair hanging over his brow.

Her smile turned genuine and she sighed in relief.  “Now that you all know I'm not the enemy, do you think I could snag one of those cheeseburgers?  Dying for some real food.”

As she powered through her burger, she answered questions from her new friends about what it was like to shift to cat form and back, how did she deal with the perspective change from that point of view, did she find that she had any particular cravings for milk and fish (thanks, Clint), and so on. She was patient and even happy now that she'd devoured her meal.

As the team cleaned up the wrappers and crumbs, FRIDAY interrupted them.  “Incoming call from Mister Stark for you, Rosa.”

“Oh!  Please put him through, FRIDAY.”

Tony's worried face popped up on a holo-screen in mid-air.  “Rosa, sweetheart, are you okay?  They're being nice, right?  Tell me if they're not being nice.”

Rosa chuckled and smiled fondly at the screen.  “Yes, everyone has been understanding and friendly.  They even shared their dinner with me.  Cheeseburgers”, she said in a sing-song voice.

“You mean to say the super-soldier garbage disposals actually had leftovers?”  His eyes widened comically.  “You sure you're okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be?  I'm surrounded by most of Earth's Mightiest Heroes,” she said with a quiet giggle.

“'Most'.  I'll be home in a couple of days.  Keep the bed warm for me, will you?” He winked and smiled, and his face looked much less tired.

“Of course.  See you soon.”  She blew him a kiss and the holo-screen disappeared.

She turned back to the team, all of whom were regarding her with raised eyebrows or smirks.

“Thank you all for being kind to me, and especially for the burger,” she smiled.

“I'm gonna turn in now.”  She headed for the elevator.

“Hold up,” Sam called, and she paused.

“Yes?”

“You and Stark?  You're together?”

Rosa looked puzzled.  “No.  He's in California, I'm in New York.”

“Woman!  You know what I meant.”

“I wouldn't say we're together, but I do sleep with him every night.”

Sam stared at her, jaw dropped.

Rosa tilted her head.  “What's the matter, Sam?  Cat got your tongue?”

Bucky guffawed.

[phoenixkaizen]

Finally Falling

Summary: based off of the prompt from halzekrhodestead: Rhodestead meeting Connor's father.

or Will and Connor both think this is going to end badly, in the end, they were completely wrong. 

Author's Note: So here we go, I actually debated with myself this is where it ended up. This is my thoughts on Cornelius Rhodes. He may of been a huge a-hole but he seemed to actually care for his son. So this is how this ended up. 

"Will, you look fine." Connor said, watching as Will continued to undo and redo his necktie. This exact scenario had been happening for the last fifteen minutes. Will fretting over his appearance and Connor trying to tell him he was fine. 

Will sighed, finally keeping his necktie the way it was before turning to face Connor. "Connor, this is the first time I'm meeting your father as Will Halstead and not Dr. Halstead." He stated. 

Connor shrugged. "Okay? He's still going to be a huge asshole either way." The black haired man mumbled. 

Will gave another soft sigh, kneeling down in front of Connor and smiled up at him. "Connor, this will go okay. I think." The red head didn't have any sort of confidence in his voice as he spoke. 

"Let's get this over with." Connor mumbled. 

x

"Hello, dad." Connor said, his voice firm as they entered Connor's childhood home. Will stood behind him in a bundle of nerves as Cornelius Rhodes eyed him up and down. 

A large frown was settled on Cornelius' face as he turned back to look at his son. "I thought you liked blondes?" The man stated, catching both Connor and Will completely by surprise. 

"I--um--what?" Connor stummered, his face flushed over. 

"Every person you've ever brought home was blonde. I guess I assumed he would be too." Cornelius stated, now turning his attention to Will. "Come on in. Want a drink?" 

Connor and Will shared looks, both in confusion. Will gave his okay and followed the Rhodes head towards the study. Will leaned in close to Connor, dropping his voice so only the other doctor would hear him, "Is he always like this?" 

Connor shook his head. "Not at all. Normally we fight on everything, I was expecting to have to fight him about you." He whispered back. 

Once they were in the study, Will and Connor both took a seat on the couch opposite of Cornelius' desk as Cornelius moved and poured three scotches on ice. "Connor, could you possibly go retrieve some more ice for us?" 

Connor looked between his father and Will hesitantly before getting back up and leaving the study. Will gulped as Cornelius handed him one of the glasses and took a seat in a leather recliner chair across from the couch. 

"What was your name again?" Cornelius questioned, his gaze narrowed on Will. Will gulped, soothing his tie. The same tie that Connor had bought for him from Dolan Rhodes to be exact. 

"Will Halstead, sir." The red head replied. 

Cornelius made a noise, taking a sip from his scotch. "You're a doctor right? At the same hospital my son works for?" 

Will nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm the attending in the ED. I specialize in Emergency Medicine as well as plastics." He said. 

Cornelius only hummed. Will practically shrunk underneath Cornelius' gaze. It was sharp and piercing, just like Connor's could be. Just from the little bit of time here, Will could see just how much Connor and Cornelius were alike. So alike that it was terrifying. 

"My son had mentioned you grew up in Canaryville." 

Will nodded. "Yes, sir. My brother and I both." 

"He's a cop right? Your brother?" One again Will nodded. 

Cornelius eyed the tie around Will's neck, a small smile on his face. "I'm glad to see you like the clothing from Dolan Rhodes." 

Will looked down at his tie and grinned. "Yeah. Connor actually got this tie for me." 

Cornelius nodded, surveying Will's reactions to him. "So, Will, what are your interests with my son? Or is it the fact he has money?" 

Will was completely taken back by the question. "Excuse me?" 

"You heard me. Are you with my son for his money?" Cornelius questioned again. 

Connor had stepped back in the room, his eyes wide as he looked to his father. "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Cornelius just looked to his son for a moment before looking back to Will. His facial expression alone demanding an answer. 

Will felt the anger flare in him. "Absolutely not. I maybe from a less fortunate home but I love Connor with everything I have. He's made me a better person. A better doctor. I would never do anything to hurt him. I don't need his money. I'm with him because I love him." 

Cornelius smiled. "Okay. That's all I needed to know." 

Will looked over to Connor in confusion. Connor wore the same expression as he looked to his father. "Dad?" 

Cornelius looked to his son and gave him a smile. "Your my son, Connor. I have to make sure you aren't getting taken advantage of." 

Connor rolled his eyes and frowned. "Will wouldn't do that." 

Cornelius shrugged. "You never know, Connor." He paused, looking back over to Will. "You seem like a fine young man. Now how about you two stay for dinner." 

Will's mouth was dry so instead he gave a physical agreement. 

This was definitely not what they expected. 

x

Connor had been surprised by the time that they had left his father's. They had stayed for hours, actually laughing and having a good time with Cornelius. Of course his father had to tell Will embarassing stories of him from when he was a child. 

Connor sighed as they made their way down the steps towards his car when he heard a shout from his father, causing them both to turn and face him. Cornelius came down the steps, his gaze leveled on Will. 

"Treat my son right, Will Halstead. I could make you disappear if I want to." Cornelius threatened. 

Will only smiled. "I will, sir." 

Cornelius smiled. "It's Cornelius, son." The man replied, reaching his hand out. Will looked at the outstretched hand before reaching out and shaking the man's hand. 

"Good night, Cornelius." Will added, as he pulled his hand away with a nod. 

Cornelius gave his own farewell before turning back to go into the house. Will turned back towards the car and smiled to Connor. "That was better than I thought." 

Connor let out a small laugh. "You could say that again." 

[gainerstories]

Muffin Tops: Epilogue (Community Story)

Written by: Gainer Stories

Hayden unlocked the front door of Muffin Tops and waddled inside, followed by his husband. They walked to the back of the bakery and up a spiral staircase to their office. The duo had been proud business owners for a mere six months, and proud husbands for nearly a year. Out of breath from the stairs, they each plopped down in their reinforced office chairs. Every morning they arrived one hour before opening to discuss cash flow, changes to that day’s menu, and issues concerning staff. Business was booming since they had opened, with both men astonished at their income. They chose a location far from the beach and innovated a regularly updated gourmet menu to differentiate themselves from Thick Treats Bakery, and it was definitely paying off.

“Here’s today’s menu,” Hayden said passing Diego an iPad for review.

“Sounds delicious, save me some of the cherry devil cupcakes will you? And perhaps we should up the price point on those-- they went fast last time,” Diego replied while absentmindedly rubbing his protruding beach ball of a gut.

“Perfect, and let’s discuss Adrian,” Hayden said. “He’s such a sweet kid, but he’s horribly awkward with the customers. I gotta say that I haven’t minded watching him put on that little paunch since he started, but…” Hayden shrugged.

“But we should consider letting him go. It’s a shame because he’s really thickened out. That ass is seriously juicy now! I was watching him bend over to take trays out of the oven and his pants can’t even contain that furry ass crack from showing.”

“He does love sampling my concoctions, I can’t complain there. I bet he’s put on a solid twenty pounds of chub in two months…”

The couple decided to keep a closer eye on Adrian, his work performance and his gains, before pulling the plug. After finishing up their meeting, Hayden rolled his chair over to his husband to plant a smooch on his chubby cheek, their bellies grazing each other. They were nervous to go into business together, but it had only made their relationship stronger. Besides, Diego didn’t spend every day at the bakery, leaving day-to-day operations up to Hayden. Now that he had a bank account to match his waistline, he was going to the gym again and sprucing up an old Jaguar in his free time.

“I’m gonna get in my baking gear and head down to the kitchen,” Hayden said.

The baker hoisted himself from his chair causing his pale belly to swing out of his too-tight T-shirt. Hayden hadn’t put on too much weight since their wedding, maintaining the fleshy form of a baker that knew his craft. Small moobs rested atop his swollen, hanging, midsection that barely fit in any clothes. He’d taken to wearing obscenely small shirts under his baker’s jacket because Diego liked the surprise when he ripped it off. On workdays Hayden exclusively wore sweatpants, and the rest of the time he usually had to wear suspenders with his jeans. A jolly double chin spilled out around the collar of his baker’s jacket, occasionally causing a slight rash on particularly sweaty days. The last ten or so pounds seemed to collect mostly on his thighs, which were chafing like crazy. He was definitely feeling the discomfort of being obese, but ameliorated the pains by training his employees to take over his most labor-intensive duties.

Diego remained in the office for a couple hours doing paperwork. Muffin Tops was a-flurry with customers as usual. Feeling accomplished for the day, Diego grabbed his gym bag and locked the bathroom door to change. He stripped off his skin tight jeans and slid booty shorts over his bulbous butt. He was happy that his ass grew just as fast, if not faster, than the rest of him. It had developed an overhang of its own and required special tailoring for all his jeans. The only downside was that it was constantly sweating. All that meat packed into the seat of some tight denim caused a serious case of swamp ass. He didn’t mind, however, and relished the way it bounced in tandem with his belly when he walked.

Next, he pulled on his muscle tee. This was his sluttiest and favorite type of clothing. About thirty pounds ago he had cut the sleeves off a bunch of black tees. Since then they became faded and tattered from overuse and as of late a sliver of belly peaked out everytime he lifted his arms during a workout. His perfectly rounded and wobbling belly, crisscrossed with bright red stretch marks, garnered lots of stares at the gym. His pecs also were somewhat exposed in his shirt. The muscle undergirding his chest and arms was coated in a layer of pudge that connected both parts of his body with more stretch marks. When Diego was swole, it looked like he was about to burst.

Dressed in his skimpy ensemble, he lumbered down the stairs and towards the front of the store. As he approached the front counter a familiar, yet hard to place voice uttered his name.

“Diego?”

Confused, Diego stared at a large man in front of him, trying to place where he’d seen his face before.

“Diego, it’s me… Bradley. Your former boss.”

“Oh my god, Bradley. You…” How the tables had turned. It seemed like just yesterday that Bradley didn’t recognize Diego’s fattened physique. Now Bradley was giving him a run for his money.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who got thick,” Bradley, beat red, awkwardly muttered and shrugged.  

“I… well, I mean, yeah married life and running a bakery has done a number on my waistline,” Diego proudly gripped his gut with both hands and gave it a firm jiggle. He no longer had qualms about showing off, even to someone like Bradley. He was proud of his body.

“No shit, you run this place? That’s amazing dude, I live for your coffee cake. Come here a few times a week before work. I uh, got promoted to an office position at city hall... Hence this gut hangin’ off of me.”

Diego looked down at the former lifeguard’s torso. Bradley’s beach body had completely gone to pot in a little over two years. Diego couldn’t believe his eyes. Bradley still retained some muscle, but for the most part his chiseled physique and sunkissed skin had become swollen, fleshy, and pale. He also wasn’t used to seeing Bradley in a button-up, especially one so snug. His love handles warped the the geometry of the plaid print, accentuating the distendedness of his belly. Diego also noted how his chest had begun to sag and even his cheeks were puffier. For a few seconds they were both just staring at each other, taking in their swollen fatty forms bursting at the seams of skimpy clothing.

“Hey Adrian, give my friend here the employee discount from now on,” Diego shouted and turned to face Bradley. “From one former lifeguard to another: you look better with some chunk, Bradley,” he said and patted the man’s gut. “I gotta head out but I’ll see you around. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a wink.

As Diego strutted out the door he could feel Bradley’s eyes on his bouncing behind. The encounter was extremely gratifying to Diego who worked out even harder at the gym because of it. By the end of his workout his limbs felt like jello and he knew he was gonna be sore the next day. Even still, he was electrified with verve. He felt ecstatic, hungry, and horny.

Diego spent the rest of the afternoon at his favorite burger joint and then the beach. He scarfed down a double cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of pepperoni pizza. Before leaving he filled up his large cup of coke one more time and waddled out to his car. On his way to the beach, he stopped at a corner store for a bag of pork rinds. The next two hours he spent shirtless in the sand, like an Adonis grown fat with wealth. Lathered in sunscreen, his naked torso glistened and gurgled in the sun. He had learned to be careful of getting an uneven tan with his new belly. Too often, only the top would tan leaving a pale crescent of underbelly. This meant fully reclining on his back to ensure the pillow of fat on his abdomen got full exposure. As he lay reclined, fantasies of the newly fattened Bradley drifted through his mind.  

Following his beach romp, Diego was even hornier than before and headed straight to Muffin Tops where Hayden was closing up. His dick nearly hard before he even got there, Diego swung open the doors and confidently marched over to his husband. His whole body jiggled and swayed and Hayden was in awe.

“Wow, who is this tanned hunk of meat approaching me?” Hayden said starry eyed.

Diego pushed the baker onto the counter, ripping off his baker’s coat, and kissed his mouth like it was the most delicious pastry on earth.