#the grays the beard mmmm

[ovaryacted]

I wanna fuck the absolute shit out of him. Till his knees pop. Till his ribs crack. Till his glasses get foggy and the lenses pop out of the frame. LORD I NEED IT!

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Weekend Loving

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: 1500

Summary: The perfect way to combat a cold rainy weekend in autumn is by cuddling and keeping warm together.

Warnings: Fluff, Cuddles, Oral (Fem), Smut, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cursing, Andy’s beard is a warning, Quote: “If you only knew the things I want to do to you" & Prompts - cuddling in front of a fire & cuddling on the couch during a cold rainy day.

A/N 1: thank you to @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo for beta reading this. Also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the divider.

A/N 2: This is for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork & @yenzys-lucky-charm autumn writing challenge.

Reblogs & Comments are welcomed and encouraged. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

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It was a cold rainy day in autumn and you were thankful it was the weekend. Both you and Andy had today off which meant one thing cuddling on the couch with a fire going. The fireplace in the living room was currently warming the room thanks to Andy’s quick thinking of trying to get you warm fast. You watched the rain pour down against the colorful shades of leaves on the trees. Autumn has to be your favorite time of the year. 

You wore leggings, fluffy warm socks, and a long-sleeved shirt. Andy came down the stairs dressed in his gray sweatpants and henley. He was built with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His eyes were cerulean blue and his amazing beard made you clench your thighs together.

You were on the couch with a large blanket covering you. It was big enough to cover the both of you while cuddling. Of course, if you had it your way you would wrap yourself like a burrito in the blanket and not share with Andy. 

Andy loved weekends like this where you could spend quality time with one another and relax after a long week at work. Whether cuddling under the blankets or spending time between your legs Andy always considered himself a lucky man. 

After a few minutes, Andy came shuffling into the living room ready to get warmed up. He kissed your forehead and made his way under the blanket. As he gets settled, you whine as he stretches out behind you. Bringing your body against his chest.

“Mmmm… you're so warm, babe.” You try to cuddle closer, your butt rubbing against his crotch causing him to groan into your neck. 

“Keep doing that and you’ll be in trouble, Mrs. Barber.” He seductively whispers against your neck, stealing a light kiss while his beard scrapes against your skin.

“Trouble is my middle name, Mr. Barber.” You rub up against him again but this time you can feel his erection. He lets out another groan as he adjusts his sweatpants. You turn to face him as your hands roam down his chest to his sweatpants.

“If you only knew the things I want to do to you, sweetheart right here on the couch.” 

“Enlighten me.” You whisper against his lips before you give him a quick kiss. 

He grabs your hips and does a dirty grind against you. Pushing you onto your back he climbs on top of you keeling between your spread legs. He pushed the blanket briefly off the both of you and pulled your leggings and underwear off. You squealed by the roughness of his hands on you but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Andy then pulls you into a sitting position and peels your long-sleeved shirt off. You shiver from how cold you feel but instantly warm as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Every nibble and soft bite has you gasping in pleasure. Andy pulls away with a pop and uses his fingers to roll your nipples. You start to let out little gasps and he stops abruptly making you whine.

Andy stands and pulls the henley off revealing his body you swore was sculpted by the gods themselves. Seconds later he pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his legs revealing his hard, thick cock. He smiles down at you as you stare at him, taking in his nakedness. Grabbing the blanket he covers you both up as he kisses his way down toward your wet pussy. Reaching his destination he kisses your inner thighs and rubs his beard against your core. The roughness from his beard has you whimpering until you feel his tongue lick a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck, Andy!” You moan out as you feel another pass of his tongue. Your hands grip the blanket tightly as he makes another pass through your folds. 

Andy buries his face in your pussy, licking and gently suckling your clit. Your breathing hitches every time he plays with your clit. The more he takes you apart the louder your moans get. You feel Andy’s fingers run through your petals getting arousal all over them. He pulls back his face for a minute and slips his fingers inside of you. His mouth is now focused on your clit as he swirls his tongue around it and gently plays with it. You can feel yourself getting closer to your release the faster his fingers work you. Making a come hither motion sets you off as you cum screaming his name from the pleasure he just brought you. As your body twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm, Andy climbs back up to your face and kisses you. You can taste your release on his lips and tongue. 

Your tongues dance together in a sensual kiss, both fighting for dominance but it is Andy that is taking over. His kiss is passionate and he groans against your lips while he grinds his hard cock against your wet pussy. You wrap your legs around his hips and roll your hips against him. God did he feel amazing against you. Before you can do anything else Andy sits back on his legs as he forcefully turns you over onto your stomach. Lifting your hips for him Andy runs his hand over your butt and smacks it causing you to mewl. Grabbing his cock he strokes himself a few times before he sinks into your cunt. The thickness of his cock stretches you in all the right ways as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

“Oh…my… feels so good baby.” Your hands are holding onto the cushion below you as Andy slowly takes you apart. 

Andy picks his pace up and starts to piston his hips into you over and over again. Skin slapping against skin fills the room while the fireplace continues to keep you both warm. He continues to thrust into you harder and faster as you moan his name to the heavens above. Now and then he slaps your ass causing you to push back into him hard. Andy can’t help but groan as he feels your walls flutter against his cock. He loves the way you feel around him and taking you like this sends a primal groan through him. 

“Fuck…baby…fuck…. Take my big cock.” He groans out as you squeal with every piston of his hips. 

Your hand moves to your clit and starts to rub it to the pace of Andy snapping his hips. His thick cock plunged into you so hard you swore you could see stars. You’re a mess, a moaning fucking mess for him. You feel like you’re going to cum any minute now. 

Harder and faster Andy snaps his hips against you. Just as he feels you start to flutter against him again he pulls out of you and then rolls you to your back again. Before you can say anything he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and sinking back into you.

“Andy. I’m so close…” You rake your nails down his chest causing him to groan out. His hips are starting to falter at the pace he is keeping up. Your walls start to flutter and tense around him again as you chase your high. 

With a swipe of his right thumb against your clit you are moaning his name again as you finally fall off the edge into eternal bliss. Andy feels your walls grip him tightly as he now chases his high. A few hard thrusts and he is cumming deep inside you. He groans your name a few times before he finally is spent.  He gently moves your legs back to the couch and all but collapses on you. His forearms are keeping him from crushing you under his weight. You smile up at him with a blissed-out grin and he leans down to kiss your lips. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too Andy. With all my heart.”

Andy gently pulls out of you and goes to the bathroom to clean himself off. Once done he brings back a wet washcloth and cleans you as well. He throws the washcloth into the washer and comes back over to the couch. Grabbing the blanket he lays beside you on the couch and holds you close to him again. With the fire still roaring to life you sigh as you are now warm from both the fireplace and Andy taking you apart.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” you whisper to him as you begin to yawn. 

“Forever my love, forever you and I,” he whispers back. 

Andy kisses your head and snuggles closer to you. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have these moments with you. Thanking the lucky stars above he cuddles you close as the rain continues to pitter-patter on the windows. It may be cold outside but it is warm inside their home. 

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[papa-evershed]

[requested by: @marinefrank]

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A mostly uncolored comic of Jon and Martin on a gray background. Martin is a tall, fat, white man with shoulder length hair pulled into a ponytail, scruffy facial hair, freckles, a tooth gap, body hair, and round glasses. He is wearing small earrings, a t-shirt, sweatpants, and socks. Jon is a shorter, thin Arab man with long curly dark hair with lighter streaks pulled into a low bun over his shoulder, a full beard and mustache, and his skin is covered in various scars. He's wearing a long-sleeved shirt and half-moon glasses and his lower half is covered by a blanket.

Jon is sitting on a couch, humming and drawing in a sketchbook as Martin walks by, curious, and leans over the back of the couch.

Martin: What are you drawing?

Jon jumps and holds his sketchbook to his chest, blushing.

Jon: Err... Martin: Can I see? Jon: It's not finished...

Martin sits on the couch and Jon turns away with sparkling eyes.

Martin: That's okay! Jon: Mmmm.... Martin: Please~? Jon: ... Alright.

Jon shows the sketchbook.

Jon: It's still in the ugly phase....

The drawing is a work in progress of Martin wearing white drapery, holding the bottom up to expose his legs while his other arm is raised by his head, with more drapery hanging over his arm. His chest is partly exposed, his hair is undone, and his expression is soft, looking down and to the side. His freckles and body hair haven't been drawn yet, but he is partially colored in with red bits for his hair, blue shadows on the drapery, blush and skin tone partly rendered, and a golden background.

Martin stares at it, awestruck, blushing with his mouth hanging open as Jon presents it with his eyes closed. A note says Martin is having "many thoughts, head full". He looks at Jon with the same expression. The final panel shows his head drawn massively as he yells, gesturing at the sketchbook. His text is in all caps.

Martin: That's the ugly phase?! Jon: I-I mean it's far from finis- Martin: Jon.

end ID]

~~~~

i think jon is an artist and the beholding beams all kinds of art knowledge into his brain at the safehouse to help him out with that. i think he uses these powers to express his love for his boyfriend by drawing him a lot in increasingly flattering ways and he's a lil shy about it

also i am VERY tempted to like. finish jon's drawing some time because like. it turned out better than i was intending to make it aklsjdhajdh

edit: i finished it. full version of jon's drawing of martin HERE

[strangerquinns]

you already know what time it is 👀👀👀 making a sex tape with daddy gray, with him just going to town on your pussy 🦋

warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), language, sexual situations

The grip that he had on your thighs was tight, enough to where you were sure you were going to have bruises in the morning. Grayson was spreading you wide for him as his head was between your legs. His tongue working against your enough that you felt like you were slowly losing your sanity.

You whimpered and stayed up on your elbows as you looked down towards him, his phone tight in your grasp pointed down to him. Grayson kept his eyes locked with yours, through the phone. The intensity behind that gaze was intense and making the ache between your legs build more and more.

You body was covered in a layer of sweat, your chest tight with your short labored breaths. Grayson pressed his tongue against you, giving your clit a gentle suck, before pulling back. His eyes looked up towards you from between your legs, your juices glistening over his lips and beard.

"Such a pretty little pussy," He moaned, Grayson now brining his hand up as he teased your clit.

"G-Gray..." You moaned softly, your legs shaking slightly.

A smirk played on his lips before he moved back down between your lips. You fought to keep the camera pointed down towards him as your head fell back between your shoulders. Grayson loved nothing more than to drive the moans out of you more and more - seeing how loud he could make you. He looked up towards the camera and kept his eyes on it as his tongue worked against you.

The feeling of his beard against your already sensitive clit was making you roll your eyes and whimper his name. Grayson adjusted your legs so they were pressed more towards your chest as slowly he thrust his fingers into you. Your hips fought against his hold as they tried to move against him.

"Come on baby, be a good girl...fucking take what I give you." Grayson spoke, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

"I-I...fuck! Grayson...m-make me cum, please. Please." You begged

"Let go for me angel, wanna feel it...wanna fucking taste it."

Grayson growled slightly at the end before he was back between your legs. With his fingers fucking in and out of you, hitting right at your spot, you knew you weren't going to last long. You almost dropped the phone with how intense the feeling moved through your body as you came for him, shaking beneath him as his tongue worked again you. A small whimper left your lips as Grayson sucked on your clit as he slowly moved his fingers from between your legs.

Grayson licked his lips and moaned as he stared down towards you. You moaned as you saw how much you'd give him, seeing some of it wetting along his beard. He took the phone from your hand and placed it against the bedside table, still pointed towards you and recording, before his lips were on yours. You moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue and lips. A gasp muffled between the two of you as his fingers began to tease along your sensitive clit.

"Mmmm, fuck..." You whimpered

"Think you can take more from me? Be a good girl?" Grayson whispered against your lips. "Let daddy fill this pretty little pussy."

You felt yourself clench between your legs at his words. You looked up towards him and nodded your head as his fingers continued to tease you. Grayson smirked down at you, pulling his fingers away, before settling between your legs.

hope it to your liking @bubsdolan​

part two

[thedarkcoven]

God he was so beautiful in Dune. That beard with he gray <3 hmmmpf. Loved it (Promise no spoilers lovie! <3) MMMM I honestly never seen TF and I want to just cause Daddy Oscar and Pedro (love the two dorks. Pedro more so I wish he was my step dad and obvi OScar is I wanna smash lmao). Lets just say Duke is a gentleman and likes to take charge. Get missions done and very protective <3 and omfg the thing with poe hell yes

choke: fight: slap: Santiago Duke Leto Atreides Poe Dameron

Would've asked like an hour ago but family stopped by the hotel unannounced lol (yay that was panic-inducing cause family member that showed up is deranged and stopped by w/o our permission xD so yay that was fuuuuuun)

Melody Gates Procrastinates

I STILL HAVEN'T WATCHED DUNE SO IDK WHAT TO DO WITH DUKE LETO

I would love to get into a heated fight with Poe and have him get so mad he bends me over the control panel tbh

Santiago is getting choked HARD, and fuck he loves it. He asks you to do it harder hehehe

[babyboy-cody]

ma’am imma need some super soft grayson making love to his girl. wanting to take his time & feel every inch of her body🥺

mmmm i have a huge feeling that grayson prefers love making over rough fucking 🥺 this was a little longer than i anticipated…

The night was still young. The LA sky had hints of dark blue and purple as millions of stars littered the endless atmosphere. Grayson has always been an early bird, so he began sleeping before 10pm to get a head-start of the the next dat. You always wondered how he woke up so early and never felt tired or sluggish. You tried to follow his schedule, but you always snoozed your alarm and slept in for a few more hours. But Grayson being an early bird always had its perks, like spending longer nights together in private where it’s just you two sharing secrets and hushed giggles under the covers.

Ethan and Kristina had gone to bed not long before you and Grayson called it a night. The minute you entered the bedroom, Grayson had quietly shut the door and locked it. You removed the sweatpants you were wearing, leaving you in his Kum and Go shirt, green cotton panties with little avocados plastered all over and mismatched socks. To Grayson, you looked utterly beautiful. When you made eye contact as you sat on your side of the bed, you swore you saw his breathing falter.

“Everything okay, handsome?” You asked him quietly, brows furrowing and head tilting to the side like a confused puppy, a habit you developed to which he finds absolutely adorable. “You seem.. nervous.”

He clears his throat and lets out a small, “I am.” He takes a step forward and begins slowly walking to you, pressing his fists into the bed as he slides his body closer to yours. “You’re just so… breathtaking.” His voice was so soft and his eyes held so much love and light and adoration that you were sure you can see shooting stars go across. The way he looks at you in this moment was enough to make the butterflies in your stomach erupt happily. Your heart beats a little faster now as he lifts his hand to your face, fingers just barely brushing against the soft skin of your cheek. You tilt your head closer to his hand, closing your eyes and savoring the skin to skin contact of his warm and calloused palm. “The way you smile.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, savoring the small happy hum you didn’t know you let out. “The way you laugh.” He presses a gentle kiss to your nose, lips twitching into a smile when your nose scrunches up from the wetness. When your eyes open, his face was much closer, his nose bumping against yours. “The way you look at me with those pretty eyes.” His voice was quiet, a mere tickling whisper against your lips.

The close proximity had your stomach warming and your entire body buzzing. Grayson’s hazel eyes in the soft glow of the lamp looked more of a muddy green. His wavy hair went a little past his ears and you had half a mind to tuck some behind. You made a mental note of the little birthmarks and freckles that dot his handsome face, along with scars he endured years ago during childhood - scars that he finds ugly, but you find perfect because they’re apart of him. His eyes scanned every inch of your face, noting every little birthmark, freckle, and scars that you’ve endured during your own childhood - scars you find ugly, but he finds perfect because they’re apart of you. Somehow, the universe must’ve heard your thoughts because simultaneously, you both mumble, “You’re so beautiful.” Soft laughter is shared as your own hands slowly move up Grayson’s neck and weave into his thick dark locks. You gently bite down on your bottom lip as his eyes look down at them.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, not wanting to raise his voice just the slightest out of fear he’ll ruin this romantic moment between him and his girl. He sounds desperate, and after being together for so long, your heart warms at his question, his need for your permission. When you nod, he eagerly presses his lips to yours, letting out a small moan that vibrates through your lower jaw. You tighten your fingers around his hair and pull him closer until you’re straddling his lap.

You’re both panting and desperately grabbing at each other. The taste of him was so intoxicating that you wanted his lips on yours for hours and hours on end until your lips are numb and unable to move. Everything about Grayson was intoxicating. The warmth of his skin, his manly smell of cologne and just him, the gruffness of his voice, the scruff of his growing beard, and the list goes on and on. The amount of love he gives you everyday can make you live for a lifetime. When you both pull away, lips slick with saliva and on the verge of numbing, Grayson looks up at you with pure want and need. The dark of his pupils have expanded, showcasing a thin ring of hazel around them.

“Let me make love to you, angel,” he huskily tells you. “Please, baby… I need it so badly.” He kisses the skin of your neck, his large hands sliding up your thighs and under his shirt you’re wearing until he’s tenderly holding onto your hips. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m going nice and slow, so deep inside you…”

By now, you’re slowly rocking your hips against the growing tent in his sweatpants. Your cheeks are warm and your body is on fire, a small lump in your throat forming as his hot wet kisses on your neck turn into sucking and nibbling. All you can think about in this moment is GraysonGraysonGrayson. There’s nothing else you’d want more than him.

“Give it to me, baby,” you softly whine in his ear, grinding your hips a little harder, savoring in the way he groans in your shoulder. “Make love to me.”

The next few minutes went by in a blur. Your panties and shirt were thrown to the ground mindlessly, along with Grayson’s sweatpants and underwear. Your back was against the bed, head thrown back as soft moans escaped your lips. Your hands were buried in his thick unruly hair as he licked and sucked between your lower lips. Your thighs were being kept spread open by his strong arms. When he pulled away with a vulgar pop, he looked up at you, completely taken aback by how surreal you looked.

“Keep going, baby,” you begged pathetically, whining and whimpering as your hips writhed. He listened to your plea’s and spread your slick pussy lips to suck your swollen clit into his hot mouth, moaning gruffly and pulling away to slide the hood of your clit back to expose your pleasure button more clearly. He widens his tongue to get every inch of your pussy, flicking and grinding the wet muscle up and down, back and forth, in circles, tracing shapes, writing his goddamn name all over your clit. It has your back arching and pussy clenching as more slick and saliva pools under your ass. “G-Gray, babyyyy… fuucckk you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Cum for me, angel,” he groans, sucking your clit back into his mouth once again and shaking his head from side to side, causing you to squeal and arch your back as your hands pulled his hair tighter and tighter. You climbed that peak of your orgasm, reaching higher, higher, higher, higher. Grayson collects some of your slick as he slowly slides his middle and ring finger into your tightening cunt, crooking his fingers against that ribbed spongy spot at your pelvis. He keeps his fingers crooked and moves his arm so his fingers are fucking you nice and deep while pressing against your g-spot.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, g-gonna cu-uummm!!” You chant, your moans cracking and breaking as you finally reached over that hill and crashed straight into your orgasm. Your pussy clenched so tight around Grayson’s fingers as your muscles contracted, warmth blossoming all over your lower half. He licks and sucks your clit one last time, watching as you come down from your strong orgasm. Your heaving chest causing your breasts to move, and he bites his bottom lip, wanting to make you cum over and over and over again from his fingers and mouth.

When he pulls his fingers out, he looks down at them and groans at the creamy glaze. He sucks the cum off his ring finger while making eye contact. You bit your lip to hide your needy moan, but Grayson heard it. He offers his hand to you, lightly swiping his middle finger against your lips, tapping against them for you to open up. You hold onto his wrist as you suck your cum off his finger, eyes closing and tongue swirling all around to clean it off.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I fucking swear,” he admits as rests his elbows on either side of your head, nose bumping against yours as he kisses you so deeply and passionately. You spread your thighs to accommodate all 6’0 and 200 plus pounds of him. His hardened cock slides up and down your dripping folds, gently grinding against your sensitive clit. He rests his large hands above you, cradling your head and using his thumbs to move your hair from your sweaty face. “I can’t believe you’re my girl,” he confesses so quietly that it almost brings a tear to your eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re my man,” you whisper back to him, your hands rubbing up and down his muscular back, nails gently scratching his warm and sticky skin. “I sometimes feel as though I’m gonna wake up one day and it’s all going to be a dream…”

Grayson shakes his head and reaches a hand down between your bodies to hold his dick, pressing his mushroomed tip into your tight hole and very slowly pushing his hips into your own. You throw your head back into his hands, muffling a sharp gasp by biting your bottom lip. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

He starts by grinding his hips nice and deep, up and down and in slow circles. Your eyes close tightly as he buries his face in your neck, groaning low when your nails dig into the skin of his sides. You feel a small tear roll down your temple before disappearing into the mess of your hair. You sniffle and swallow down a whimper. Grayson hears your sniffle and immediately picks his head up like a dog hearing the slightest noise miles away. You feel his hips stop as his eyes widen in worry, but your quickly shake your head and grab his scruffy cheeks to pull his lips down to yours. “Y-You’re so perfect, Gray. So fucking perfect and I’m so lucky to have you, baby..” Your voice cracks as more tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he tells you in a hushed whisper. “I love you so fuckin’ much.” He kisses away your tears and passionately kisses your lips, his tongue entering your mouth and sliding against your own. The kiss is deep, hard, and wet that it renders you breathless and speechless. He starts up the slow pace of his hips again, this time slowly fucking into you. “I got you, baby. I’m here.”

Your toes curled as he grinds his hips up, his dick reaching so deep inside that it has you mewling in his shoulder. He was so deep, it felt so fucking good and you never wanted it to end. Grayson reached down to grab your thigh, fingers digging into your skin to keep him grounded. His body was so warm and sticky with sweat as he moved above you. This slow love making was something you’ve never experienced before, so experiencing it with the man you love is such a powerful and romantic moment you want to cherish until the day you die. Your mouth falls open as your clit starts to get rubbed by his smooth pelvis, offering you so much friction while your pussy clamps around his cock.

“Y-You’re so deep, Grayson,” you breathlessly tell him, eyes rolling back as he pushes his hips all the way against yours and twitches his cock, causing your hips to jump and thighs to tremble.

“Yeah?” He mumbles against your neck, his hot breath and baritone vibrations tickling you briefly. “You’re taking me so well, angel. You always take me so good.” He leans up until he was face to face with you. His cold silver chain dangles between your bodies, tickling your bare chest very lightly. “You look so beautiful, baby, fuck.” His eyes are everywhere. He doesn’t know where to look first. Your face, your eyes rolling back, your lips parted, your chest heaving, your pussy tightening around his cock, your thighs trembling. “You’re gonna make me cum early,” he laughs embarrassingly as he feels the earlier signs of his orgasm - the throbbing in his cock, the warmth spreading in the lower pit of your stomach, the tremble in his thighs.

“That ain’t my fault,” you shakily laughed and pulled him closer, desperately grabbing onto his tense biceps and hooking your feet around the backs of his thighs. “Everything feels so good, Gray.”

“I know, I know,” he huffs out a laugh and fucks into you so deep again that it has your eyes crossing and back arching. “Fuck, I can watch you do that all damn day.” He growls and does it again and again and again until you were practically dripping all over his cock. “Gonna cum again, baby?” He lowers his body again until he was spewing hot breaths over your kiss swollen lips. “Gonna cum all over this dick for me? Huh?”

You frantically nod and bury your face in his neck as he just barely speeds up his thrusts. Grayson wraps an arm under your back as the other crosses around your shoulders, crushing your body into his so he grinds deeper and deeper, the wet sloshing loud enough to make you blush embarrassingly. You couldn’t even tell him you were cumming because you were too busy grabbing onto him and moaning freely in his neck. Grayson gruffly groans out a small, “fuuccckkkk,” as he feels your pussy contracting around his cock. His face scrunches up from the powerful pleasure he was experiencing as he buries himself deep inside your aching pussy before finally spilling his load. The warmth of his thick cum filling you had you moaning quietly in his ear. He rests on top of your body, panting and humming as you stroke the planes of his strong back, kissing his scruffy cheek and jaw gently.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he confesses to you, his thumb stroking the small birthmark on your arm. He doesn’t remove himself from your body, his cock still inside your sopping wet pussy. You blush at his confession and push back his hair from his sweaty face to get a good look at him as you hold his cheeks in your hands. He looks nervous and shy, unsure of where to look as he avoids looking into your eyes.

“And I’m going to say yes,” you confess to him. The expression on his face has you laughing quietly as you cover your mouth, not wanting to wake up Ethan or Kristina, knowing how cranky both get when they’re disturbed. Grayson boyishly grins and kisses you so gently. He lowers his head to your chest and drowsily hums as you continue rubbing his back with one hand as the other combs through his messy, sweaty hair. You’ll be sure to include at least one love making session every week, if not one, then two.

[putas-in-suffering]

Stir the Pot

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: Language, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluids, Domestic Miguel (he’s out here ready to steal your girl)

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Miguel cooks for you and the act of service has an immediate effect on your libido. 

A/N: Here’s another treat for our sucias in celebration of our recent follower milestone! We have our favorite Cartel Daddy showing off his culinary skills and that romantic side we know he has. He’s sweet, soft, and ready to take care of his queen. The man has range and we like to show it. We hope you guys like it! Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated. 💖💖

“What?”

You found herself smiling wider at the way your lover questioned you, his chocolate eyes pools of obliviousness. He looked adorable standing at the stove, wooden spoon in hand as he stirred the simmering sauce. You bit your lip, trying to control the fluttering of butterflies that had decided to take up residence in your stomach.

“What?” You threw back, trying for innocence but knew you had failed.

“You have that look in your eye.” Miguel noted, his attention back to the pots of pasta and thick red sauce.

You scoffed at his observation, swinging your legs from your seat atop the cool marble countertop. The aroma of garlic and basil permeated the kitchen, the bitter taste of red wine still on your lips. There was music playing from a speaker somewhere in the house, the outside breeze flowing gently through the open glass door off the back patio. It was a perfect night. Something you hadn’t realized you’d needed until now.

“What look?” You questioned, faux innocence dripping from your words.

“Like you’re thinking something...indecent.”

You laughed at his choice of word, but didn’t bother to deny it. He knew you well.

You popped a piece of garlic bread into your mouth as Miguel turned the burners off and walked towards you, the wooden spoon held carefully in his hand. He stepped between your legs and held the red-dipped end to your lips, wordlessly directing you to taste.

You dutifully did as he requested, carefully wrapping your lips around the spoon and warm sauce. The burst of flavors on your tongue made you hum in approval.

“S’good.” You remarked as you pulled away.

Miguel’s set the spoon on the counter, his other coming up to gently wipe away the drop of red at the corner of your lips. You smiled, widening your legs so that he could fit. His touch traveled the length of your thighs, shifting the hem of your sweater dress up as he went.

“You cook for all your lady friends?” You teased as your arms encircled his neck.

“Only the ones I wanna marry.” He retorted dryly as he grabbed your left hand and brought it to his lips, fingering the engagement ring that sat nestled on your finger.

“Lucky me.” You quipped, hovering over his bearded mouth. The wayward strands of gray in his hair made you swoon, the show of age an aphrodisiac.

“You have no idea.” He whispered, nibbling at your lips.

His hands continued their exploration of your lower half, diving in and out of the space between your thighs. You shivered at the feel, the moment quickly turning passionate.

Your mouths met seconds later, tongues clashing in an erotic display of love and lust. Your fingers threaded through his dark hair, ruffling the perfectly coiffed strands.

“Guards?” You asked once you broke apart from his insistent lips. His mouth moved over your neck and collarbone, showering the naked expanse of flesh with kisses.

“Sent them away earlier.” He mumbled into your neck, teeth scraping near your pulse point.

That was all the reassurance you needed to let him continue.

You moaned, edging your hips closer to his crotch in a silent plea. He caught the action and you felt him smirk against your flesh in response.

“Qué es, mi amor?” He teased, a long finger tracing the moistening crotch of your panties.

“I need you.” You breathlessly confessed, trying to urge his finger further. He wouldn’t budge.

“Need me to what?”

“Touch me.” You answered, gripping his wrist and pushing him closer to your throbbing core.

“No te preocupes. I’ll take care of you.” He soothed, lips tenderly kissing your temple and cheeks as he finally slipped passed the elastic of your panties. “I always do.”

“Mmmm,” You moaned in agreement of both his words and actions.

His finger slid along your soaked slit, teasingly dipping in and out of you. You dug your nails into the knit black sweater he wore, uncaring of the indentions you were sure to leave in his shoulders. He shallowly fucked you that way, his thumb finally joining the assault and ravaging your clit.

“You always get so wet for me. Don’t you, amor?” Miguel prompted, finger dancing in the wetness beyond your walls.

“Yes…”

He removed himself from your clutches, a pout forming on your lips as he did. You watched with hooded eyes as he brought his glistening finger up to his lips and sucked the digit clean, his gaze never wavering from yours.

“S’good.” He flashed a sexy grin as he threw your words back at you.

“Better be.” You challenged with a smirk, reaching for the buckle of his belt. He stood still as you worked your hand beneath the waistband of his slacks and briefs. Your flesh met his, hard and ready. You could practically feel the blood pulsing in your hand, your thighs quivering in anticipation.

You watched as Miguel’s jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down a groan.

“No, no,” You tutted, peppering his chin and lips with kisses. “Let me hear you, baby.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as your hand worked him over. You felt a dot of liquid against your palm as he began to lazily thrust into your hand. You smiled, a sense of pride warming you from the inside out.

You ran your thumb over the lubricated head of his cock, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when he finally released a low growl.

“Dirty trick.” He accused, attaching his hands to your waist.

You yelped when he pulled you forward along the counter, his hands eagerly pushing your dress over your hips. You released him and lifted your ass so that he could remove your panties, barely getting the fabric down your legs before he was lining himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushed in, his eyes watching your face closely as you took each inch. You stiffened when he bottomed out, his cock hitting the natural barrier within you. Your pussy gripped at him in excruciating pleasure, the sensation making you feel full beyond belief.

“Ohhhhh…” You moaned, burying your face into his cologne-scented neck. He was unmoving inside of you still, but it was enough. Perhaps even too much.

“Okay?” He asked, placing a kiss to the side of your face.

You nodded, legs wrapping around him as you shifted your hips, urging him to move. He took your cue and pulled out before plunging back in. The slickness of your walls eased his re-entry, the sound echoing around you.

Miguel’s grunts mixed with your gasps as he fucked you, his rhythm sensual and seductive. His mouth sucked at the tops of your heaving breasts while your eyes and head rolled back in bliss. His hand drifted to your clit, fueling the flames of desire that already held you captive.

“Right there.” You encouraged, trying in vain to get closer than humanly possible to him.

His hands were everywhere. From your heaving breasts to your supple thighs. He held you steady as he increased his pace and worked to send you over the edge.

“Cum for me, baby.” He demanded, the soothing lilt of his voice a contrast to the hungry thrusts of his hips.

You whimpered when he sped up the assault on your clit, forcing you to succumb. Your climax washed over you in a powerful surge of simultaneous darkness and bright light. You felt as if you were free floating as you anchored yourself to Miguel.

It took him only three more thrusts before he was joining you. The spasms of your pussy seduced him into oblivion, prompting him to paint your walls with his release. Through the fog you registered the warmth of him coating you, relishing the familiar yet thrilling sensation. You both gripped each other tightly as the coils released and your bodies gave themselves over to ecstasy.

Seconds passed and the only sound that could be heard was the exhausted breaths that poured from your lungs. Your foreheads met in a tender embrace as fatigue began to take over.

The growling of your stomach interrupted the romantic moment, making you both laugh.

“Hungry?” Miguel asked with a raised brow.

“You’re supposed to be feeding me.” You playfully accused, your arms encircling his neck once again.

“Oh, how careless of me...gotta keep mi reina happy, verdad?” He teased as he hovered over your lips.

“You do.” You insisted, giggling into the kiss when his fingers lightly tickled your sides.

Any thoughts of a formal sit down dinner were forgotten as you both ate from one heaping plate of spaghetti and shared a bottle of wine. You remained on the counter while Miguel stood between your legs, the both of you taking turns feeding the other.

It was nauseatingly sweet and domestic. But you’d have it no other way. Miguel wore the look of bliss far too well. And you wanted to indulge in this version of him for the rest of your lives. Pasta and all.

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God is a Woman (Finale)

Wow, this is it y’all. Thank you for staying with me on this journey. Playlist was the first full-length story I started and I can’t believe I was able to pump out 15 chapters. I really just got back to writing in December after years of doubting myself...so this really means a lot to me. Y’all really mean a lot to me. Enjoy 😘

CW: smut

Word Count: 8202 As soon as the sun peeked out over the horizon, Ashanti’s eyes blinked open. She woke up smiling, and it only intensified when she felt her husband’s arms tighten around her as she reached for her dream journal on the nightstand. She flipped through her entries before she landed on a blank page. Using the sliver of sunlight sneaking into the room to see, she put her pen to the paper and thought back on her dream, making sure to record every detail she could.

In her dream, she was at the lake. Their lake. 

It was a beautiful day outside, and she heard children’s laughter behind her. She turned around and saw a salt and pepper T’Challa swinging a young boy around with a man who looked just like T’Challa. Another laugh was heard and she turned to see a grown Siyanda and another man that looked like T’Challa surrounded by three rowdy children. T’Challa, his first mini-me, and the young boy all lit up at the sight of them and the kid ran to greet the new additions to their party.

The man with Siyanda hugged the boy tight before he ran off with the other kids. Ashanti couldn't take her eyes off her daughter. She looked to be about thirty, and she wore her hair cropped short. She got her strong stature and graceful movements from her father, and the heart shaped herb no doubt. One of the kids ran back over to ask her something Ashanti was too distracted to hear, but she clearly heard the kid say “Ok mama!” and a lump formed in her throat. She was pulled out of it by the feeling of T’Challa’s arms going around her waist.

“Are you ok, Kitten? You seem a little out of it today.”

Everything about him felt the same. The timbre of his voice against her ear still set her ablaze, and the smell of his cocoa butter covered skin still made her melt. She turned in his arms to get a better look at him and the gray hairs dispersed throughout his beard and short curls made her smile. His eyes were just as bright as ever, with a more pronounced crinkle in the corners. He stood strong and tall, but his softness for her shone through every time he looked at her.

“I’m ok,” she smiled and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Ewwww, they’re being gross again. Make it stop,” one of the men teased from afar, making them laugh and pull apart. T’Challa grabbed her hand and led her over to the group. Ashanti looked at the twins and marvelled at how they managed to both steal T’Challa’s face. They seemed to be in their early twenties so Ashanti did some quick math in her head and found she still had some time before she’d get to meet them in real life. Just as they sat down to enjoy their family picnic, the children joined them and a little girl crawled into Ashanti’s lap. She smiled up at her with her two front teeth missing and Ashanti kissed her forehead. Right when she laid her head on T’Challa’s shoulder, the sun woke her up.

She scribbled down her dream as quickly as she could before it left her memory, and just as she closed her journal she heard T’Challa’s raspy morning voice.

“Was it a good one?”

“One of the best,” she said through a smile and turned over to face him, planting a good morning kiss on his lips.

“Tell me about it.”

“Mmmm, this one I think I’ll keep to myself. You’ll find out eventually.”

“Oh, another premonition?”

“I hope so.”

In the two years that had passed since Ashanti came into her powers, she had also developed the ability to receive premonitions through her dreams like several of the women in her family. 

She tried to turn back around to get out of bed, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Uh-uh, where do you think you’re going?”

“You know where, I need to get my run in,” she giggled as his arms tightened around her waist.

“I need help with something before you go,” he whispered into her ear and grinded his morning wood between her naked cheeks and slid into her pussy, pulling her leg back to open her up. “And you need to stretch.”

All Ashanti could do was moan as he filled her from behind, her hips grinding back into him.

“I love how you’re always ready for me, Kitten. Such a good slut for your Kumkani.”

“Y-Yes, thank you Kumkani.”

He closed her legs and flipped her on her stomach, straddling her as he grabbed her ass and plowed into her. Ashanti damn near ripped the sheets from the bed as she held on for dear life. Normally their morning sessions were languid and sensual, but T’Challa woke up this morning ready to break her back in. One of his hands ripped off her scarf and grabbed her twists, craning her head to the side so she could look at him. He planted a wet kiss on her lips as his body weight came down on her thrust after thrust and a tear rolled from her eye. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” T’Challa‘s hips wound inside her and she cried out, releasing her juices all over him as she came from his head dragging across her g-spot. “Mhm, just like that, Kitten. Soak my fucking dick.” 

He lifted her hips without slowing his strokes and pushed her upper body down to the bed. He squatted over her and the angle of his thrusts drove her wild. She couldn’t stop cumming and he bit his lip as he tried to hold onto his own release, but the way her walls were squeezing him left him no choice.

“I’m about to cum in my pussy, Kitten. I want you to fucking drain me. You better not push it out, either. You hear me?” His strokes got impossibly deeper and her pussy responded by clenching around him yet again.

“Fuck!” T’Challa couldn’t help himself any longer and he released himself deep inside her. Ashanti grinded her hips and clenched around him some more, making sure she got every last drop as he continued to spill into her. She could feel the small bursts of liquid as they splashed her cervix and painted her walls, and she moaned as she reached under and played with her clit. She came for him one more time and he sat back on his heels and watched some of his cum slowly leak out of her drop by drop.

“Mmm, how am I supposed to go run now?” she whined as she slid back down onto the bed and rolled over.

“I’ll have the bathtub ready for you,” he kissed her and his hand travelled down her body to her clit.

“Challaaa,” she whined some more and moved her hips as his fingers rubbed her in slow circles.

“You either go now or I fuck you into this bed some more, and I’m sure the general wouldn’t accept that as a valid excuse. I’d hate to have to watch her make you run laps.”

“Ugh, fine. Stop touching me,” she fussed as she got up and he chuckled at her frustration.

“You might want to wear your black leggings.”

“Why?”

“I was serious, you’re not pushing it out.”

“You want me to run around with your jizz seeping down my leg?”

He laughed at her choice of words as he sauntered into the bathroom to start his day, without answering her question. Ashanti rolled her eyes and threw on some sneakers, her hot ass black leggings, and a sports bra before heading out to the gardens, peeking in on Yaya still asleep in her bed before she left. When the sunlight hit her face she smiled and started limbering up her muscles before she took off around the palace grounds. About forty five minutes later she returned to the palace and walked into the living area to see T’Challa and Yaya in the kitchen making breakfast as usual.

“Good morning, mama!” she said as she stirred some batter.

“Good morning, baby girl. Are you ready for your big day?” She came over and kissed Siyanda on the cheek before turning to her husband and doing the same.

Siyanda flashed a snaggle-toothed smile and nodded her head vigorously. Today would be her first day of school, and the entire Udaku household was buzzing with excitement. Before she could start getting sentimental Ashanti left the kitchen to go wash off her run. She hopped in the shower first, then settled into the bath T’Challa had run her for her aching muscles. She didn’t stay long, just long enough to relax. When she joined the family downstairs again, she walked in to see a hologram of Kwame and his husband Omar projecting from T’Challa’s beads. Ramonda had taken over in the kitchen while Yaya sat in T’Challa’s lap as her two uncles wished her a happy first day of school.

“So you two almost forget my birthday, but call for her first day of school? Fairweather friends, I tell you.” Ashanti joked as she entered their line of sight and leaned down to place her head on T’Challa’s shoulder.

“You know I still love you, Yaya’s just my favorite,” Kwame quipped back and she feigned offense. “Anyways, loving the twist-out. And Miss Yaya, those braids!”

“Enkosi, baba did them,” she said proudly, looking back at T’Challa.

Ashanti’s mind flashed to the night before. The three of them sat in the living room watching The Princess and the Frog, Siyanda’s favorite movie. Ashanti was trying her hardest not to cry for the millionth time when Ray died, when she looked over at her family and her tears dried up at the sight. Siyanda was seated on a pillow on the floor, eyes glued to the screen while her baba braided her hair with the concentration of a brain surgeon. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about how he wanted the last couple braids to wind about her head, and she could see the exact moment it came to him and she chuckled. He looked up at her and winked before going back to the very important task at hand. By the time he was finished putting the beads on the ends of her hair, the movie had ended and she was almost falling asleep. They put her to bed and watched her sleep for a little bit before leaving the room. 

Their convo didn’t last long, and pretty soon the king and princess were back on breakfast duty. He let her pour out the eggs into the skillet and he started his famous spiced plantain pancakes on the griddle. The turkey sausage was already done and the cheese grits had just come off the stove, and Ramonda had already found her way to the fruit Ashanti had chopped up the night before. Shuri rounded the corner with her usual morning grumpiness, but changed her tune when she saw Yaya and remembered what day it was.

“Good morning, family,” she yawned before shuffling over to her niece and covering her in kisses. “Someone has a big day today...I wonder who it is? Ashanti?”

“Nope not me.”

“Mama?”

Ramonda shrugged, “I don’t know who it could possibly be.”

“Ubhuti?”

“No special plans over here.”

“Hm, must be Daka then.”

“It’s me,” Siyanda giggled.

“You? What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to school!”

“Whaaaat? I had no idea!”

“No idea about what,” N’Jadaka asked as he entered the room. He had made sure he was in town for his Punkin’s big day. 

“Did you know Yaya is starting school?”

“Nah, she’s not old enough for that.”

“I am, too!”

“How old are you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Five!”

“Since when?” 

Ashanti and Yaya had switched places and she was helping T’Challa plate the food when she noticed him stop and sigh looking out at Siyanda arguing back and forth with her aunt and big cousin. 

“She’s growing up so fast. It feels like she’ll be queen by next week,” T’Challa said barely loud enough for Ashanti to hear. She thought to her dream and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his jaw.

Just then, Chidi and Bisa entered the kitchen. They had gotten back from another trip abroad the night before just to make it to see Yaya start her first day of school.

“Sorry we’re late, jet lag is rough on us old folks,” Bisa said as she went around greeting everybody with a hug. 

“Old? Speak for yourself, woman. Don’t forget you have two years on me,” Chidi quipped as he made his rounds, too. 

Bisa cut her eyes at her husband and everyone sat down at the table to eat. 

“So, mama, baba, how was Indonesia?”

“It was lovely, you two should add it to your list,” Bisa responded before stuffing her mouth full of T’Challa’s delicious food.

“We just might do that.”

“Where are your glasses, intyatyambo?” Chidi asked Yaya while Ashanti and T’Challa both beamed at their little girl. She had finally outgrown them and could look at people without the blinding pain from the brightness of their auras. 

“The colors don't hurt my head anymore, so I don’t need them,” she said proudly.

“Wow, we were only gone a month,” Bisa was surprised at the quick change.

The family ate together and had their fill until about thirty minutes later T’Challa looked at the time on his beads and realized they should wrap things up.

“We need to get moving if you’re going to be on time for your first day,” T’Challa said to Yaya and she hopped up from the table and ran to get her things. The king and queen stood next, both taking a second to compose themselves.

“It gets easier,” Chidi offered as he grabbed his daughter’s hand. “I was a wreck on your first day.”

“Oh my Bast, I remember I had so much trouble getting him to let you go.”

Ashanti looked to T’Challa knowingly and he looked away. She could already tell he would be a problem. 

“On Shuri’s first day of school T’Chaka wanted to stay and monitor the teacher.”

Ashanti shook her head at her husband, already seeing the wheels turning in his head.

“It’s not the worst idea…” he said under his breath.

Just then Yaya reentered the room with a pep in her step. “Ready!”

Her family waved goodbye, not a dry eye in sight, as T’Challa and Ashanti walked with Siyanda out of the palace and through the streets of Birnin Zana, their Dora close behind. Even Okoye fought to remain poised as the little princess that she loved so much walked ahead of her parents, seemingly already knowing the way. When they got to the school, she immediately tried to run off and play with the other kids, but T’Challa held her shoulder as the teacher walked over to introduce himself.

“My king, my queen, princess. It is a pleasure to have you here with us. I am Abayomi, I’ll be Siyanda’s teacher this year,” he saluted them and held out his hand for them to shake. Ashanti took it, as did T’Challa after she nudged his side for staring at it for a beat too long. Abayomi recognized the look on T’Challa’s face and decided to offer him some comfort, “If you’d like you can stick around and make sure she’s settled in ok.”

“Yes, let’s-”

Ashanti cleared her throat, interrupting him and shaking her head. 

“Thank you Abayomi, but it’s probably better that we leave. The longer we stay the worse he’ll get.”

The teacher smiled and nodded in understanding before crouching down to Siyanda’s level.

“Hi Siyanda, I’ll be your teacher this year. Are you ready to have some fun and learn some cool stuff?”

She nodded vigorously and turned around to T’Challa, “Can I go now, baba?”

His heart broke and Ashanti saw it happen. 

Abayomi went and stood by the door to give the family some privacy as they said their goodbyes. Ashanti crouched down and hugged Yaya goodbye before T’Challa knelt down and did the same, refusing to let her go until Ashanti gave him a look. 

“It’s ok, baba, it’s just school.” She noticed the tears welling in his eyes and wiped one away that fell to his cheek.

“I know, sithandwa. You be good, ok?”

“I will, baba.”

He let her go and she ran towards the school doors and met her teacher. They both waved one more time before going inside and T’Challa’s dam broke. Ashanti helped her husband up and wiped his tears.

“How are you not crying right now?” He asked, confused by how she was able to keep it together. Ashanti smiled and thought back to her dream from the night before.

“Because last night I saw her as a queen. She was fully grown up, had kids of her own and everything...our baby isn’t a baby anymore, Challa. She’s growing up.”

“I hate it,” he grumbled as she grabbed his hand and led him back to the palace. 

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Ashanti‘s chest heaved as she gulped down her room temperature water.

“How was that?” 

“Pretty good, except for right here,” Shuri pulled up footage of Ashanti fighting in the simulation. “You let him get in too close. He could’ve done some real damage, so watch your back.”

Ashanti nodded and shook out her muscles.

“Again.”

“Ashanti, we’ve been at this all day. You should take a break. Bast, I need a break.”

The queen sighed and wiped her brow, “Come on, just one more?”

“So this is where you’ve been all day,” T’Challa said as he leaned up against the door leading to the private training room’s observation deck, surprising both of them. 

“Brother, please get your wife. She’s going to exhaust herself if she keeps this up.”

“Snitch!”

Shuri leaned over the railing and stuck her tongue out at Ashanti before turning back to her brother and thrusting her holopad into his hands. “I’m going to take a nap, please don’t need me for the next two hours.”

T’Challa shook his head as she left and he reviewed Ashanti’s footage.

“You’re doing well.”

“Not well enough,” she said under her breath and rolled her eyes.

T’Challa looked up from the tablet and his brows furrowed, sensing her attitude. He strolled out of the observation deck and down the ramp to the training room, examining her body language as he went. He knew where this was going, and he didn’t like it one bit but he had to ask.

“What is it, Kitten?” He reached for her hand and she barely held onto it.

“Nothing,” she mumbled while avoiding eye contact. He pulled her in closer and lightly grabbed her chin, making her look into his eyes.

“You’re a horrible liar,” he said and she pouted. He smirked at her poked out lip and leaned in to kiss it. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just want to get better, that’s all.”

“Why are you pushing yourself so hard?” He braced himself for what he felt was coming. He really didn’t want to have that conversation. She looked away again before her eyes found their way back to his.

“I want to go on a mission.” 

There it was.

“A mission? Why?” he asked nervously, and she could hear the faint waiver in his voice.

“Because I have these powers I never do anything with, T’Challa. I know how to use them now, I’ve been doing combat training for over a year now...Yaya saw us fighting monsters,” she pointed to the both of them for extra emphasis. “So...when can I start?”

T’Challa really didn’t want her in the field fighting. He knew what his missions entailed sometimes and he wanted to keep her as far away from harm as possible. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, and she wiggled herself out his arms. That wasn’t the reaction she wanted. She left him standing on the training room floor and stormed back to their quarters. The king’s shoulders slumped as he watched her march through the door. He looked up at the ceiling and spoke to Bast, “Give me strength.”

He decided it was probably best to give her space the rest of the day, and they didn’t run into each other again until dinnertime. Ashanti mostly ignored T’Challa and focused on Siyanda as she excitedly told them all about her day at school. She had been in school for a couple weeks now and was just as excited about it as she was on her first day. T’Challa tried his best to focus as she told them about her best friend Ade, but he was in his head the entire time thinking of the impending conversation he’d have to have with his wife.

Ramonda and Shuri could tell something was off, so after dinner Shuri offered to take her niece for the night so they could hash out whatever was going on between them. Ashanti was the first to leave the table, and T’Challa followed behind her shortly after, still wanting to give her space. Well, he wasn’t actually sure if he was doing it for her or for him, but it was needed nonetheless.

When he arrived at their quarters he found her stress painting on the balcony. She splattered the paint onto the canvas at record speed and he changed out of his royal threads and into a pair of sweatpants he wouldn't mind getting paint on before joining her outside. She saw him, but made no effort to acknowledge his presence.

“So you’re just going to ignore me, now?” he asked as he leaned against the railing. A couple stray red droplets found their way to his stomach and he almost smiled at the intense concentration on her face.

Ashanti dipped her paintbrush into white paint and lightly flicked it at her masterpiece, sprinkling white dots over the red splotches. She looked up at him for a second before her eyes travelled back to her masterpiece.

“Kitten…”

“What?” she said under her breath, her voice flat. 

“Talk to me.”

“For what? You said all there is to say.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Not with your mouth. Body language, T’Challa.”

“Damn. Full name, eh?”

“T’Challa Jahi Udaku. Is that better?” She rolled her eyes and reached for the black paint.

“No, it’s not,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “Ashanti, look at me.”

Her eyes flickered up to him over the canvas.

“I just don’t think you’re ready yet-”

“Okoye does. She even complimented my combat skills yesterday. You saw how I did with Shuri’s simulation, so what’s the problem?”

“There is a lot more danger out there than my sister can cook up for your training. I just want you to give it more time.”

“I’ve been training for a year! How much time do you need?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Isn’t it? Give me one good reason why you think I’m not ready to fight.”

“I just need you to be safe, that’s all.”

“Oh like I don’t worry about you every time you put on that suit? Because I do. I pray to Bast and the Ancestors every time that you’ll come back to me unharmed, but I know you have to go because it’s your job. It’s who you are. You have your powers for a reason, so what about mine?”

“Your powers are defensive-”

“That’s why I’ve been in combat training, T’Challa! I know that, but you mean to tell me you never have any use for invisibility? A fucking force field?”

T’Challa sighed. He knew she was right, but he just couldn’t let her go out into the world and face danger like that.

“Siyanda-”

“Also has powers and will have even more some day. Are you going to tell her to stop seeing auras?”

“No, of course not, that wouldn’t even be possible.”

“Then why won’t you let me use mine?,” she shuddered at her own words, “Ugh, the fact that you even have to ‘let me’ do something is disgusting.”

“You can use your powers whenever you wish, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I love when I get to really put them to use for hide and seek and snowball fights,” she said sarcastically. “Do you know what it feels like to not be able to be your full self? I was given these powers for a reason, and I’m doing something with them whether you like it or not.” She got up and wiped her hands on her smock before taking it off over her head and tossing it at T’Challa, covering his torso in wet paint splotches. He rolled his eyes at her maturity and went to wash the paint off. When he emerged from the bathroom he caught her gathering up her pillows in her arms.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping in one of the guest suites tonight.”

“Kitten, we-”

“Don’t go to bed angry, I know, but this is getting nowhere and I’m tired.”

“Then stay here. If anything, I’ll go.”

“Fine by me.” Ashanti threw her pillows back down and walked past him to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time she came out he had already gone and she plopped on the bed, suddenly regretting her decision. She knew she couldn’t back down now and crawled under the cold, empty covers to get some sleep. Except sleep never came to her. She tossed and turned until about two hours later, and when she had finally had enough she decided to get up and drink some chamomile and lavender tea. She shuffled down to the kitchen and was met with the sight of her husband making two cups of the exact tea she wanted. He looked up when he heard her approaching and slid the teacup over to her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said before blowing on the tea to cool it down before taking a sip. 

“Me neither.”

There was silence for a while as the two of them stood on opposite sides of the island sipping their tea. 

“How did you know?” she gestured towards the cup.

“You told me once that you sleep better when I’m there, and I know you like tea when you can’t sleep. I figured you probably couldn’t turn your brain off, so you’d be down soon.”

“Well, thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

Ashanti grew quiet again, but T’Challa eventually broke the silence with a sigh. 

“I know how it feels to want to get out into the field so bad it hurts. That’s how I felt during my training...I didn’t realize you felt the same way.”

“Yeah, well, I do and it hurts that you don’t see me as good enough to fight.”

“I never said you weren’t good enough-”

“You said I wasn’t ready.”

“I did, but I thought about it some more...I don’t want you in the field because if something happens to me I want Siyanda to still have you. If we’re both out there…”

“I know, I’ve thought about that too, but Bast gave me this for a reason. I don’t want to waste it, Challa.”

“I know…”

“Then put me in the field.”

He looked at her for a moment before coming to his decision.

“You’ll need a suit.”

Ashanti’s face lit up and she almost dropped her teacup.

“You mean it?”

“Yes…”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“Because I don’t like it, but...anything for you,” he closed the distance between them and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips. “Besides, you have to start some time since we know you’ll be fighting ‘monsters’ at least once. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have to ‘let you’ do anything.”

Ashanti beamed up at him and pulled him in for another kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re my wife, and my queen, and I never should have tried to stifle you. I am sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I know you only did it because you care about my safety, but trust me, I’ll be fine.” Her hand cupped his face and he leaned into it, pressing a kiss to her wrist. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

They finished their tea and made their way back to their quarters in comfortable silence. T’Challa removed his sweatpants before they crawled into bed and Ashanti curled up on his chest, swinging her leg over for him to grab. Just as they settled in good T’Challa looked down and kissed her forehead. 

“I really am sorry”, he whispered.  

“I know.” She craned her neck up and kissed his lips softly once, then twice, then by the third peck she had already started crawling up onto him, straddling his waist as she leaned over him, exploring his mouth. He pulled her silk nightie over her head so he could see her naked body in all its Bast-given glory.

“Ride me, Kitten,” he said softly. They didn’t argue often, but when they did Ashanti loved how soft he was with her after. When they had angry sex it was always fiery and rough, but Ashanti loved their “I’m sorry” sex, especially when T’Challa was the one apologizing. He was still his usual dominant self, but softer. 

She grabbed his already hard dick in her hand and stroked it slowly from base to tip, rubbing her thumb over the precum seeping out of him and bringing it to her lips, sucking it into her mouth and cleaning her thumb off. He loved to watch her taste him, but he needed more.

“Stop playing,” he grumbled, making her giggle and place him at her entrance, slowly sliding down and taking him into her.

He thought she looked like a goddess when she rode him. Of course, he was often dominant in the bedroom, but when she got on top he liked to sit back and enjoy the ride. She knew how to work his body like it was her job, and as soon as she settled on him she started to bounce and he let out a low moan. He was completely at her mercy as Ariana Grande’s words rang through his head.

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

I don't wanna waste no time, yeah

You ain't got a one-track mind, yeah

Have it any way you like, yeah

And I can tell that you know I know how I want it

Ain't nobody else can relate

Boy, I like that you ain't afraid

Baby, lay me down and let's pray

I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be

(Yeah)

When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing

(Yeah)

And he see the universe when I'm the company

It's all in me

“Just like that.”

He held her hips as she squatted on his dick, dropping her entire body weight down on him and taking him in deep. She came down on him repeatedly before switching up her approach by getting down on her knees and rocking into him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist as her hips wound on him. He opened his mouth for a sloppy tongue kiss and she obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies slowly rocked together in an intimate embrace. She tightened her walls around him and he groaned into the kiss and thrust up into her. 

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

I'll tell you all the things you should know

So, baby, take my hand, save your soul

We can make it last, take it slow, hmm

And I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yeah

But you're different from the rest

And boy, if you confess, you might get blessed

See if you deserve what comes next

I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be

(Yeah)

When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing

(Yeah)

And he see the universe when I'm the company

It's all in me

She let out a high pitched moan and he grabbed her tighter, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“You’re a goddess.”

“I love how you feel inside.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. Do you forgive me?”

T’Challa flipped them over so she laid on her back and he slowly grinded into her as she tried her best to get the words out. He kissed up and down her neck, leaving little love bites as he went, knowing it drove her wild. Ashanti started to involuntarily clench around him and he groaned again, stirring his dick inside her when without warning, she flipped them back over and sat up. 

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

(God is a woman, yeah)

My one

(One)

When all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

You'll believe God

(God is a woman)

Oh, yeah

(God is a woman, yeah)

(One)

It lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

“I wasn’t done,” she said, riding him with a vengeance until the tension in her lower half bubbled over and her body shook on top of him. She collapsed onto his chest and he chuckled, loving her brief flashes of dominance. It only ever reared its head when they made up after a fight, but he liked the power struggle. He spread his legs for leverage and thrust up into her, hands gripping her ass so tight he was sure to leave marks. 

“Come for me one more time, Kitten. Can you do that?”

“Mmmm, y-yes Kumkani.”

He drove into her repeatedly, and Ashanti’s eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh my Bast, right there.”

“Right here?” 

If it wasn't for her basic understanding of human anatomy, she could have sworn his dick reached her lungs. He found that spot over and over and tremors travelled through her body once more right as he began to twitch inside her.

“T’Challa!” she cried out as she came, and he was just a few seconds behind. His body tensed up and released as he emptied himself into her. Their heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room for a while before T’Challa spoke up, a smile plastered on his face.

“Nice flip.”

“Mm”

Ashanti grinned lazily and laid her head down on his chest, getting comfortable with him still nestled inside her. She loved sleeping with him filling her, it was the closest she could get to him without crawling into his skin and since  he loved the feeling of being inside her, he never complained. He smiled down at her and noticed she was already falling asleep. He left a kiss on her forehead and got comfortable under her before dozing off himself.

--------

“You can’t tell T’Challa, but I made you something.”

“I can’t lie to my husband, Shuri. Even if I wanted to, he’s a walking lie-detector.”

“Ugh fine, but only if he asks.”

“I can do that. So what’s the big secret?”

Shuri was vibrating with excitement. “I made you a suit.”

“You didn't.”

“I did!”

“Oh my Bast, show me!”

“Ok, close your eyes.”

“Shu-”

“Just do it, please. And no peeking!”

Ashanti sighed and closed her eyes, impatiently waiting for the reveal.

“Now open.”

Ashanti’s eyes blinked open and she saw a jewelry box in Shuri’s hand with what looked to be two bracelets and a pair of earrings of her own design. She was in awe as she reached in the box and ran her fingers over the small gold filigree earrings. 

“Try it on,” Shuri pushed and Ashanti was compelled to do just that.

She went for the earrings first, popping them in her ears before sliding on the bracelets.

“Ok, what now?”

Shuri scanned the small vibranium ink tattoo behind her ear with her beads. “In your head, just tell it to go on.”

Ashanti took a breath before willing the suit to extend from her new jewelry. Her skin tingled as the nanites travelled from the bracelets and stretched over her body. She looked down at her all-black suit in complete admiration before she realized she was missing something.

“Does it come with a helm-” 

As soon as she started the question, her earrings buzzed and she felt the tingle of the nanites covering her face.

“This is so fucking cool!” She yelled in excitement and ran to the closest reflective surface to check herself out. She turned around and saw her ass was looking right and smirked.

“Really? That’s what you check?” Shuri and Ashanti bursted into laughter just as they heard the doors swish open. Ashanti called the suit back in, but wasn’t quick enough. T’Challa caught a glimpse of it retreating right as he stepped into the lab.

“You made her a suit already? It took you forever to make mine.”

“That’s because I had to make new tech- wait, you’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be? If she’s going to be going on missions with me she needs a suit.”

“You two worked it out?!”

Ashanti laughed, “Yeah, we worked it out. We decided I’ll go with him on the next one.”

It seemed like Shuri was even more excited than Ashanti, but all three of them were ready to test out Ashanti’s new suit.

“Ok, so what can this bad boy do?” Ashanti asked her sister-in-law.

“It’s equipped with our cloaking technology, so when you turn invisible the suit can camouflage with you-”

Ashanti disappeared from view and laughed as she looked down and saw nothing below her.

“-and you have all the same weaponry as ubhuti, but I figured since you can explode on your own you didn't need the kinetic energy absorption.”

A still invisible Ashanti slowly formed a force field around her hand and pushed it out, growing it until about the size of a volleyball.

“And a couple more things: first, throw it,” Shuri said with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Throw what?”

“The bubble.”

Ashanti had never successfully done that before, but she gave it a go. She thrust her hand towards the wall and the bubble she had formed in her hand crashed into it.

“How did I do that?”

“Long story or short story?

“Short please.”

“Magnets.”

“Works for me. What else can I do?”

“Press that button on your left wrist and then try again,” she said while moving backwards, which prompted T’Challa to do the same. Ashanti pressed the button and felt another tingling sensation. She formed the forcefield in her hand as usual, but this time it had little volts of electricity running towards it. She chucked it at the wall and laughed as she watched it crash while the electricity fizzled out.  

“I want to try something,” Ashanti smiled mischievously.

Shuri and T’Challa both saw her wheels turning and left the room as quickly as they could, turning back to watch through the glass doors. Ashanti lifted her hands and quickly formed a forcefield around herself, charging it with electricity and pushing all the way out. She smiled as she completely ruined the testing room, too caught up in the new suit to care. .

“You ruined my lab!” Shuri shouted through the door.

“It’s just the test room, relax,” Ashanti hollered back and retracted her suit.

T’Challa couldn’t help but smile at his wife. He was proud of her progress, no matter how much it still scared him to think of her going on missions. She was still the fiery artist he fell madly in love with, but she had become a warrior right before his eyes. He was in a daze the whole time watching her. She amazed him more and more every day, but today he saw her in a whole new light. Her strength, her powers, her hold over him...she really was a goddess. There was no other explanation. A dreamy smile appeared on his face as he thought of how blessed he was to be in her favor.

“What are you smiling at, goofy?” Ashanti poked him in his arm as they rode in the Talon back to the palace.

“You,” he looked down and kissed her lips softly. “You were amazing in there.”

“Aww, thank you baby,” she looked down as her face got hot and her ears tingled. All these years and he could still make her blush. Just as he leaned in to kiss her his beads rang and he looked down to see it was coming from the Avengers Compound.

“Looks like you might be getting out there sooner than we thought.” He answered the call and Nat’s hologram appeared hovering over his communication bead. “What is it this time? Aliens trying to blow up New York or something?”

“Hello to you, too. You’re close actually. Genetically manipulated creatures in New Jersey.”

“Monsters?” Ashanti popped into view.

“Oh, hello Queen Ashanti,” Natasha bowed her head in deference.

“Just Ashanti is fine. So monsters?”

“Yeah, some defamed ex geneticist did some experiments on a bunch of animals and now they’re basically demolishing Newark. I’m talking things that used to be bears and wolves, cougars even. We gotta do something, so T, you in or you out?”

“We’re in.” His voice was unwavering.

“We?”

“Yes, both of us.”

“Wow, ok. So yeah, we will see you two when you get there.”

The call ended and Ashanti beamed up at T’Challa, vibrating with excitement.

“I’m going on my first mission!” She jumped up and down and flew into his arms, kissing all over his face. “And it’s monsters!”

T’Challa laughed as Ashanti started doing a little celebratory twerk. He thought back to Siyanda’s drawing of them from when she first started having premonitions a couple years ago. It was still hanging on their fridge since Siyanda insisted it go right next to her family portrait. 

When they arrived at the palace, Ashanti had started to get nervous. It had just sunk in what she was about to go do. She wasn’t second guessing herself, but she felt the gravity of the situation. She already knew the outcome thanks to her daughter, but still…

“You ok, Kitten?” he asked her over the ding of the elevators as they rode up to their quarters.

“Hm? Yeah, I just have some first time jitters, that’s all.”

“That happened to me too. It still does.”

“Really?” She looked up at him in surprise. She never thought about him getting nervous before, it seemed so out of character for the Black Panther. 

“Yes, every time now. I’m always worried about making it back to you and Yaya, but I use that feeling to push through and make sure I get home. Think about her, and use it to fuel you.”

Ashanti nodded and her mind drifted to her daughter, her intyatyambo, her baby girl. She would do anything for Siyanda. Hell, she developed a whole superpower to protect her.

“I will.”

The two of them quickly packed their things. T’Challa called Ramonda and let her know of the plan, and she excitedly agreed to be Siyanda’s guardian while they were gone. Chidi and Bisa were on a flight to Italy at the moment, so Ashanti left them a voicemail telling them the good news. The king and queen then went to pick up their daughter from school early, like they always did when T’Challa had to leave in the middle of the day, and when they brought her back to the palace they dropped the news on her.

“Yaya, baby, we need to tell you something, ok?”

“Ok mama, what is it?”

“Well...I’m going with your baba this time. We’re gonna go fight monsters,” the smile on her face grew as Yaya’s eyes got bigger and bigger until she ran out of room.

The princess jumped up and down in excitement. “You’re a superhero just like baba!”

T’Challa chuckled at his daughter, “She certainly is.”

It was a clear, sunny November day in Wakanda. The kind of day where people couldn’t help but to be happy because it felt so good outside. Ashanti walked with her head held high as she and her family made their way to the Royal Talon. Shuri and T’Challa both kept sneaking looks at her in her suit, but for very different reasons: Shuri was proud of her handiwork, and T’Challa was thankful for Bast’s. 

“Ok baby girl,” Ashanti said as they both crouched down in front of Siyanda. She cupped her face in her hands and kissed her forehead, then all over her face. Siyanda giggled and T’Challa reached in with a sneak attack and started tickling her, making her laugh ring out even louder. The more she laughed he could see Ashanti’s nerves melting away and being replaced by a look of complete love and adoration. It was the same look he got when he thought of his girls, and the same look that twinkled in her eye when their eyes met. “You be good for your grandma. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

“I know mama, I saw it before. Remember?”

“We remember,” T’Challa grabbed her and planted kisses all over her face like her mother just did before hugging her tight.

The two adults stood to their full heights, looking to each other and nodding.

“It’s time for us to go,” T’Challa said as he hugged and kissed Ramonda and Shuri goodbye before hugging Siyanda tight just one more time. Ashanti did the same and the two of them walked towards the Talon hand in hand.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to do this, Challa,” Ashanti said as they reached the stairs. Before taking the first step she turned around and faced him “I love you so much.”

He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips.

“I love you too, Kitten.”

“Now let’s go kick some monster ass!” She ran up the stairs and into the Talon, leaving him behind at the foot of the stairs shaking his head in disbelief at the turns his life has taken. Just ten years ago he couldn't see himself with a wife and child...he didn’t even think he’d be king yet, but here he was. When he walked into Taj’s that day he had no idea he would meet the love of his life, his child’s mother...hopefully children someday soon-ish. He loved her with his whole self, yet somehow always had room for growth. The excitement on her face kept him grounded as he tried to focus on the mission at hand and not getting lost in Ashanti’s assets. 

The door closed behind them and the king and queen waved goodbye to their family through the window and caught the kisses Siyanda blew at them from the ground. As the ship continued it’s ascent and their family became as small as ants, Ashanti turned to T’Challa.

“So what now?”

He flashed a gap-toothed smile and reached for her hand, pulling her in close to him and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Now we go over intel and formulate a plan. You ready?”

“Yes sir,” Ashanti stood up straight and nodded, saluting him. 

He smiled and returned the gesture before stilling himself. Ashanti watched as T’Challa melted away and his facial features took on a more stern look. She wasn’t looking at her husband anymore, she was looking at the Black Panther.

“Then lets go kick some monster ass,” he said with a predatory grin as the ship disappeared through the shield and into the outside world. Ashanti’s nerves melted away as the Talon flew through the air and she knew she was ready. She could do this. They could do this, together.

The End

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I Heard That you Fell in Love or Near Enough

hm yes TITLE :D (mmmm slowed my beloved). Look a way longer chapter because we’re setting up some fun foreshadowing and I just went nuts with internal dialogue. So much fun with this lmao. It’s v chaotic 

Maeve x Lucas. From bad to worse. 4.5k (we arent gonna TALK ABOUT IT)

TW (more squicky than anything): mention of blood, robbery, LOTS of language 

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To say today was a terrible day was the understatement of the century. 

First she didn’t get any sleep due to some noise going on close by. Of course it had to be loud on the first day she was actually willing to sleep in mm say...two three days? So she was even more irritated in the morning. 

Then of course after eating she went downstairs and screamed so loud she broke her soundproofing charms.

Fan-bloody-fucking-tastic.

She kicked at the broken pieces of what used to be one of her tables. Looked like someone took a running jump and broke it. 

And to top it all off she had been robbed. 

She let out a frustrated yell, muffling it by biting down on her knuckles. 

“Gods and stars fuck,” she snarled, stomping her foot once as she tried to think things over. There was paint. 

There was paint everywhere.

And don’t even get her started on the blood.

Bloodied handprints! All over her front door! Smeared along with the paint.

“And what the fuck is with this W?!” She spun to look at her back wall, palms open. Blue paint. Like her tattoos. She rubbed her arms as she moved closer to look at it. 

Crescent spots. A W. What was this? A threat? 

They left a calling card of course it was a threat. But why against her? Did she do something? Not that she remembered. 

Was it to get to someone?

But who? She had cut off everyone who tried to get close besides the kids. And she doubted someone would go to...these extremes to get back at a child.

Maybe she did something. 

But even if she did, what did these even mean? Wouldn’t it be more effective to threaten someone who recognized the markings? 

Ugh it was giving her a headache. 

She moved to her trashed backroom, grabbing a cleaning bucket and a rag. Taking the green handkerchief from it’s hook and rolling up her sleeves she knew it was going to be a doozy of a day. 

And of course, with her luck, her lucky stars, it got worse. 

~~

She collapsed against her counter, now covered in blood and so much fucking blue paint. They had painted those damn animal print spots all over her fucking clinic. 

AND they had stolen the medicines she kept locked up! Including the herbs she made them from!

Oooh if she ever got her hands on the thieves she was going to make them regret laying eyes on her clinic. String them up she would. Might even skin them like a fish if she was in the mood. 

Oh great she’d have to go to the market as well. Sure she was now out of food. She had been meaning to go. 

But fucking hell did she not want to. 

She adjusted the green handkerchief (it...stopped smelling like him), cleaned her paint stained hands down the front of her skirt and steeled her nerves.

Oh she hated going to the market for many many many reasons.

Reasons she was not going to go into.

Grabbing her basket and muttering to herself angrily, she slammed the door to her clinic shut, locked it and then stared. 

“...they’re going to come back. Dipshits won’t stop. Not after one night,” she huffed, resting her palms on the door.

Locking charms. Right. 

Aislin taught her this one. 

Breathing in and holding the air, she willed her magic to life. A gentle warmth settled across her skin, small locks appearing at her fingertips. This didn’t take energy from her, she pulled from the air around her. Aislin’s magic was more wind and air stuff so this was easier for her younger sister anyways. Much stronger than Maeve’s locks. 

Speaking of, thank goddess her charms held. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if whoever stopped by had managed to get into her house. 

Stepping away to admire the fading glow on her door, she nodded, satisfied. There. Those would have to do. She might need to update her soundproofing charms though. 

Who knew the neighbors didn’t like it when patients screamed? The things you could get away with back home. 

Stepping away from her clinic she made her way down the street. 

Maybe if she tried a disguise spell so she wouldn’t be bothered…

No, that wouldn’t work. She was shit at disguise spells. No one in her family was good at them. Last time her Seanmháthair tried she grew a fake beard and it didn’t go away for a week. 

...fine she would just suffer then. 

It’s not like once she got there anything could possibly get worse. No sir. Only being fucking robbed and then having to deal with the market. 

All she had to deal with for today. 

Letting out a sigh she walked into the market. It didn’t take her long to start gathering medication and plants. Of course they were backwater stalls. 

But it’s always been like that. 

Feeling a bit lighter she started to hum as she went through her mental checklist. Still didn’t have aloe, the asshats stole her entire fucking plant. 

...she also didn’t have anything to make lunch.

Great. 

She opened her eyes, turning around to go look for something to eat, letting out another small sigh.  

And there was Lucas. 

She choked on her sigh. 

Why oh why did he have to be there today of all days. She couldn’t even go back home! She needed something to eat (thinking about it now she hadn’t eaten in quite a bit) but noooo. 

So why did all those stars and spirits above decide today would be a good day for him to come to the market as well?

Sometimes she wondered if some deity had it out for her.

She turned to quietly sneak away.

“Thumb- Maeve?”

...oh fucking fuck. 

She forced a smile, slowly turning back around. Mmmm so this was how today was going to go. Fucking fantastic. “Giiiiant.”

...too informal, too informal. Abort mission.

He flinched a little at the nickname. Ah yes, this is definitely how she wanted her afternoon to go. This was perfect. So wonderful. 

She was going to fight whatever star had been assigned to watch over her and her fate.

“What are you doing here?”

Wow it wasn’t obvious? “...shopping. What else would I be here for?”

“Shopping for what?”

Oh she did not like his tone. Her eyes narrowed. Her basket swung off her wrist as she placed her hand on her hip. Sure maybe snapping at a seven foot tall man who was still fairly hurt and mad at her (for good reason) was not the smartest thing she could’ve done but…

She was in a terrible mood and ready to just go home and call it a day. Of course after she actually got what she needed for dinner. And actually eat something.  

“Do I have to tell you anything?” she huffed. “I am here to get something to eat for dinner and herbs to make more medication? There? Is the marketplace police happy?”

His eyes widened. “O-Oh! Didn’t mean to come across…” The softness and the...actual innocence of the apology sent her reeling. Then, as her luck would fucking have it, he seemed to remember he was still mad at her. “...sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, moving to look past him. Fine. This was fine. She just needed to get something for her to eat. Maybe something for Tehi. The old bat would kill her if she went hungry. 

Maybe she herself could deal without dinner. 

Her mood soured even more when she spotted mortal enemy of Maeve #1. 

The fruit stand guy. Malory. (it was a very unfortunate name)

Malory’s eyes narrowed when he spotted her. “Well well well, if it isn’t the little thief.”

She shifted away from Lucas, glad she now had someone to direct her building frustrations to. 

“I am no thief, you just want me gone!” she sneered, glaring at him. “You accuse me of taking things and then try and get me arrested! Every time I come here! Without fucking fail! Aren’t you tired of it?!”

“I will never be tired of it until I see the likes of you behind bars!”

“Unfuckingbelievable!” She threw her hands into the air. “I am not a thief! It was an accident. Tehi was hungry and I paid for it!”

“Your little bat has it out for me! And her owner is no prize either.”

She gasped in offense. “You fucking dickjerk ASSHOLE!” Her footsteps were loud to her ears against the rush of blood. Oh he got on her very last nerve. EVERY TIME! She jutted a finger at him as she growled. “I. Did. Not. Steal. Your. Shitty. Merchandise!” Well that was a half lie. His produce was quite good. 

It’s why Tehi stole from him so much. 

All too bad the guy selling was a balding old man who had it out for her. A vendetta! 

“Malory you are a slimy weasel who has no idea what he’s fucking talking about! Tehi was hungry. I caught her and I paid for the few grapes she had stolen. What else do you want?!”

“For you to go to jail!”

She was on the verge of fighting him. 

This close. 

“For the last time,” she snarled, stomping closer as she felt her skin heat up with her rage. She slammed her hands on the counter of his stall, opening her mouth to snap back. The others around went quiet with the show they were getting. She. Was. Going. To. Kill-

The ground under her feet was all of a sudden not under her feet. 

And she was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Like a sack of flour. 

“Put me down! I demand it! Right this instant!” she yelled, smacking the back of the person who had picked her up. 

Gray shirt. 

Oh fucking hell. Today was just not her fucking godamned day. Maybe if she became a hermit things would go her way in the luck department. 

“Lucas set me down!” 

“Maeve as angry I am with you I don’t want to watch you murder someone and then get sent to jail.”

“Well he would fucking deserve it!”

“Murder is still murder no matter how much he deserves it.”

She sulked, propping her face up with her hand, elbow resting on his back. “I thought you hated me.”

“It’s broad daylight. Very least do it at night.”

“Killjoy.”

She and Malory glared at one another. “Fuck off,” she sniffed, lifting her hand in a very vulgar gesture. 

“Maeve!”

“Guards! Guards! These two stole from me!”

“FUCK YOU TOO, MALORY!”

“Maeve!” 

She kicked her legs. Didn’t Lucas like, hate her? This was the first time they saw one another in weeks and it was a total fucking accident. 

“Put me down!”

“...you’re going to give the guards a reason to arrest you if I do.”

“Yeah? He would FUCKING DESERVE IT!” She yelled the last part at the fruit vendor, still flipping him off. “Droch áird chúgat lá gaoithe! Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois! Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhroma!”

“Maeve what the hell are you saying?”

“Droch chrích ort! Droch chrích ort!” she said, waving her arms. “Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort!” 

“Maeve I have no idea what you’re saying but watch your language.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “If I want this asshat’s house to fall on him I will tell him such!”

“...you said what?”

“You heard me! Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort! Fucking bastard.” She sneered at Malory, who was still calling for the guards. Who were coming around.

Quickly. 

Ah fuck. 

And goody for Lucas, he was now an accomplice. 

Meaning she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him. 

Though judging by how people gave him a wide berth it wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing. Maybe she’d actually be left alone. (but why did people look so skittish? And then there was the anger? What the fuck did he fucking do?!)

“...shall I escape with you or do you want me to leave you behind?” He was still hurt. She could hear it.

But this was a short truce. 

She sulked, falling limp. “Fine. Carry me away. Just to a hiding spot. You can hide in one of the alcoves down the street if you hurry.”

“...thank you for the tip.” His voice was just dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well I’m sorry if I do this every other week and know what I’m doing!”

“You’re also tiny! You think I can fit in an alcove?”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! Just set me down and let me get arrested! Save yourself.”

“You know I’m not gonna do that.”

“Oh you hate me anyways,” she groused, her filter was coming completely off as he moved quickly through the market. Guards shouted after them as he dodged the crowd. “Why not just abandon me?”

“Stop being dramatic, I'm not abandoning you.”

“Hmph you didn’t even touch the hate me part.”

“Just because I’m saving your ass doesn’t mean I’m not mad.”

“Ah! So you do hate me!”

“I never said that.” He didn’t elaborate, only tapped his fingers lightly on her thighs. 

She squirmed. “Hey buster watch the hands.” 

“Nervous tic.”

Even with his defense he didn’t stop. Little bastard. 

She kicked her legs a little as he ducked into an alleyway. It wasn’t what she recommended but oh well. 

“Hey stop that, you’ll get us caught,” he huffed as she tried smacking his nose with her heel. He shifted out of the way. 

“Put me down.”

“If you promise to be quiet I’ll put you down.”

“...fine.” She didn’t promise. 

He set her down, she huffed and dusted off the front of her skirt. 

“Malory is a fucking dick,” she muttered. 

“I thought you promised you’d be quiet.”

She stuck her tongue out at him again, getting more irritated by the second. “I never promised that. Only said ‘fine’.”

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t be a child.”

“I’ll have you know,” she snarled, pointing a finger at him. He almost went cross eyed staring at it. “I have had the shittiest fucking day today and seeing you has done nothing to improve my mood or overall day so thanks a fucking lot.”

“...you’re really going to blame me now?”

“Well I do not appreciate being picked up and thrown over your shoulder when I had the situation under control.”

“You were going to kill him.”

“I was and as I’ve said many many times; he would’ve deserved it.”

Lucas seemed to weigh what he would say next. She huffed, staring up at him with her fists at her sides. Damn him and his height. She was going to strangle the person that decided making him this fucking tall was a good fucking idea it made fucking arguing with him or even just ranting a pain in her neck. Literally. 

“Ugh!” she yelled, standing on her tiptoes to be at least a little taller. 

God fucking damnit she was just BARELY up to his shoulders now. He looked almost amused as she puffed up her chest a little. 

“You listen here buster,” she snarled, shifting so they were chest to chest. “I have had it up to here with the BULLSHIT I just had to put up with today!” 

His face was red.

Why the fuck was his face red?!

Excuse you sir, she was in the middle of a RANT here. 

And he was still fucking mad at her for the shit she pulled. Yeah sure it was to protect him. Yeah sure she should not be as close as she was to him at that moment. She should also not be ranting. She should also not have been robbed didn’t she lock her doors?!

Also why the fuck was he still adorable when blushing?! Unfair! She was calling bullshit! She was supposed to be distancing herself and her feelings to not feel attracted to him. But nooooo the gods and stars above just had to bless him with being so fucking adorble she wanted to kiss him. Oh stars and spirits she was not going off on a fucking mental tangent about wanting to kiss him. That was not going to happen.

Even though she was close enough to. 

Gods why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?! 

That’s it she was going to fight someone. 

“Hey! Are you listening?” she asked, they were now chest to chest. She was off kilter with being on her tiptoes, back arching to get a good look at him. God fucking- height. 

She growled, settling back down onto her heels. He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and that was it and that was the last straw.

She pulled him down by his ear, hissing through her teeth. “You listen to me here Lucas whatever-the-fuck your last name is.”

“K-Karimov.” He stumbled a little with the weird angle which she was holding him in. But somehow, the filter was off and so was her ability to care. 

“Thank you. You listen to me here, Lucas Karimov. I do not want to be stuck in this alleyway with you anymore than you want to be stuck with me. Today has had it OUT for me the whole fucking day!”

He seemed to hear something but she was too caught up in herself fuming to notice. “Maeve-”

“And don’t get me fucking started on what happened to me this fine morning-”

“Maeve!” He shifted out of her grasp. 

“-with my clinic and the mess I had to- MMPH!” He slapped his hand over her mouth, shoving her roughly against the alley wall, caging her in between his legs and resting his elbow beside her cheek. 

“Shut up,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder. 

She watched the guards run by their hiding spot, yelling about hearing something. 

His face was so close to hers, his breath tickling her ear as he murmured to her. “You’ll get us caught.”

She glared at him over his palm. He wasn’t looking at her. Her brows furrowed as she squirmed, but he held firm. He didn’t let go of her even as the guards disappeared. 

So she took matters into her own hands. 

Or well, between her teeth. 

So she bit down on his hand. Hard. 

He pulled away with a yelp. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand as he nursed his wound. 

“You...you bit me!”

She placed her hands on her hips. “You needed to let me go!”

“You bit me!”

“Indeed I did!”

“What put you in such a sour mood?” he muttered, rubbing the bite gently. 

“Hm? Bad mood? Me?” Her eye twitched a little. She was so done. She was actually ready to sleep for a million years. 

Fuck the nightmares he was starting to star in she was done. 

“Yeah! Me getting fucking robbed was great to put me in the best of fucking moods!” she snapped, pacing around the small space of the alley while she waited for the clear. 

She shocked him into a stunned silence. “You were...what?”

Her head whipped around and her eyes were deathly narrowed. Absolutely done. 

“Heavens and stars are ya deaf?” Oh no her accent was coming out. Fan-fucking-tastic her accent was coming out. “I was fuckin robbed! So I was not put in the bestest of moods today so you get to see me when I’m irritated. I know! I’m so fucking fun aren’t I?”

Who would’ve guessed having her clinic trashed and her things stolen then having to deal with both LUCAS and MALORY would put her in such a sour mood that she didn’t even care if half of her words were clouded by her accent?! Oh and being handled like a sack of potatoes REALLY added to it! Then being pinned…

Hmm okay being pinned against the wall by Lucas wasn’t the worst thing to happen to her that fine day. 

Even so she felt the tiniest spark of pride at biting him. 

Was she guilty over that? Surprisingly no.

Check back later. 

“Who...who robbed you?”

“Shit if I know! I’m sure that weird thing I found was a fuckin callin card though. Why do you care?”

“Calling card?”

“It was a pain in the fuckin ass to clean too! I don’t know where the hell they got all that blue paint to paint my entire back wall but they fucking did it! And then leaving the weird stains on my door. Blue and I don’t know probably blood. All and all it was fucking disgusting.” 

“...blue paint? What did they paint?”

She rubbed her temples. She did not have to share this with him. She did not have to share this with him. “Some weird crescent spots and a letter. Took forever to clean.”

Annnd she shared it with him.

“Spots? Letter?”

She cracked one eye open. “Yeah. I think they were either leopard or cheetah spots. Letter was a fucking W. And then they tried to break into my house and left bloody handprints! I had quite the scare this morning.”

All the colour drained from his face. 

“Blue...cheetah marks?”

“Did you just...ignore everything I just said? Yes! And blood! Like everywhere! They tried to break into my house and I don’t know why I am sharing this with you I should not be sharing this with you and I am going to regret this later but oh well I have no filter and I’m rambling.”

There was a slight anger swirling in his eyes. Barely contained. 

Even with how pissed she was it spooked her. 

What did he have to be angry about? 

“Were you hurt?”

“Does it look like I’ve been hurt?” He crossed his arms. She threw her hands into the air. “No! I have locking charms on my door. I didn’t hear them because of the sound proofing charms I have on my clinic and above that in my flat.”

Why the fuck did she just mention that?!

And she kept fucking going. 

This was it. 

If he didn’t hate her before because she rejected his kiss (like a fucking MORON. She did have a good reason for it (at least to herself. She was such a liar) but why oh why did she have to break things off with him. Granted if she kissed him that would’ve made things so much worse even though she really wanted to kiss him holy fuck she wanted to kiss him why was this hitting her now of all times when he was so close why was he so close and why did he look so scared and so pissed?!) he would definitely hate her now. 

Nice fucking going O’Connor. You did it. Messed up one of the only good relationships you’ve had in a while not just once but twice. 

Give the girl a medal. 

“Do you need help cleaning it up?”

“My tables are broken and I need to fix them and set them up again but I cleaned up this morning. All my medications and herbs were stolen. My tools. Stolen. My clinic? Fucking wrecked. Fruit stand guy? Tried to get me arrested again. You? Pick me up like I weigh nothing. So yeah. Having a great fucking day today.”

“...you are scary when irritated.”

“Oh and you barely scratched the fucking surface. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. SOMEONE!”

“Calm down Maeve the guards could hear-”

“I am not going to fucking calm down. I have bottled up everything for too fucking long. The only time I could sleep in peace was fucking ruined by my neighbors being obnoxious. And they bitch about me. So no a ghrá mo chroí, I am not calming down! You haven’t talked to me in weeks and now that you do you tell me how to feel and no. I am so done! I am done with you, I am done with Malory and I am done with the shitty fucking gods who decided creating me and giving me my fucking luck was a good fucking idea!”

Hold on. 

Did she just say that nickname out loud? 

The hurt on his face let her know that she did, indeed, say that out loud.

And he was taking it in the entirely wrong direction.

“...sorry.” His tone was deathly soft. 

Ah great.

Third times a fucking charm. 

“I...didn’t mean for it to come off that way. But you don’t need to curse me in another language.” Great, she hurt him again. As per fucking usual. 

Maybe he was right by calling her a trainwreck. Useless without him. 

Her voice cracked a little, hoarse from yelling. “Lucas-”

“The guards are gone now. I’ll...see you.” He was angry with her. 

Gods...fuck. 

“That's not what I-”

His expression was a mixture of hurt and anger. “I get it. You don’t like seeing me anymore. I was too...too much. Too much too soon. I understand. I overstepped again and I’m sorry.”

She brought her hands back to her chest as he moved out of the alley. “...if you go to your right and then down the first alley you should avoid the guards,” he whispered. “Get home safe.”

“Lucas I didn’t-” But he was gone. 

Her hands shook with both the raw snapping hurt of his words and just even more anger. 

“I didn’t insult you,” she snarled to the open air. “I said some dumb fucking shit by accident...a ghrá mo chroí.” It felt...right to say.

Because it was true.

He was her heart’s beloved. 

Even if he was a fucking dumbass. Shit, she was a fucking dumbass. 

Maybe she didn’t deserve love. If this was how it was going to treat her, maybe it was better if she just was...alone! 

Once again Maeve was off by herself. 

Hurting people she really liked because she couldn’t keep her dumb mouth shut. 

She muttered to herself as she picked her basket of new (if she found the perpetrators she was going to whoop their asses) medications and plants to make medications. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. 

She followed Lucas’ instructions after she ran into the guards on her normal way home. 

Damn you Malory you asshole.

With a sigh she arrived at her doorstep. His way added ten extra minutes to her walk. How fun. 

She peaked inside the clinic to see if anything else was destroyed but it was...cleaner than when she left it.

Her tables that had been turned over were set up again. There was paint and blood all over the tops of the tables but...they were up again. 

She ran her hands along the grooves, looking around. 

She stopped when she saw a small cloth bundle sitting on her counter. The string was a ribbon, and it was tied into a messy bow.

Her earlier bashes slowly dissolved as she stared at it. 

And that one lone butterfly fluttered to life. 

[bisexualpirateheart]

Written for @fieryfurniss, for the prompt ‘Joy’. <333

                                 You're A Sweet Relief

                                                ~ * ~ 

“What’s he up to?” Silver asked curiously.

Thomas followed his gaze to where Flint was leaning against the wooden fence chatting to a lad from one of the neighboring farms.

“I have no idea.” Thomas murmured.

He went back to the book he had been reading while Silver resumed shucking the corn he was working at. From time to time both of their gazes occasionally returned to Flint still at the fence, still conversing.

It wasn’t as though the man wasn’t allowed to have secrets. Thomas knew that. They all had them after all. But there was something about the way Flint had been the last week that made him curious now. Silver too, he could tell.

Still, presumably Flint would tell them when he was ready.

They had come to a compromise on the name. Try as he did, Silver had struggled with calling Flint James. Truthfully when Thomas watched them together, he didn’t see James either.

And yet there was still James in this man who slept in the large wooden bed in their small bedroom. The man who had taken to farming with a zest that frankly Thomas was a little alarmed by. The man who read on the porch with him in the evenings. Yes, James was still here.

One year in and here they were together. At times Thomas could scarcely believe it. He looked around the porch, at Silver working quietly beside him, eyes intent on his task. His hair had grown longer, pulled back in an untidy ponytail. Flint too had let his hair return to the length it was when they first met. It suits them both and gave Thomas to hold on to at times.

                                                 *  *  *

He had meant to finish his book but he kept gazing at Silver instead.

“Something fascinating about corn that I don’t know?” Silver murmured, his hands still shucking busily.

“Mmmm.” Thomas said idly. He lifted one of his bare feet to press familiarly into Silver’s thigh. “Not particularly, no.”

Silver gave him a look and Thomas considered abandoning his book altogether for the rest of the afternoon.

Just then he looked up to see Flint leading their one horse up to the porch with their cart attached.

“Going somewhere?” Thomas inquired.

“Yes,” Silver looked up from the corn. “Where’re you going?”

“Where’re we going.” Flint corrected. “Go inside and put on a shirt.” He said this pointedly to Silver.

“I’ve shucked all this corn.” Silver protested. “It’s ready for dinner.” He held up the bowl as proof of his labors.

“The corn can wait.” Flint said firmly. “Put on your shirt and get in the cart.”

Silver went inside, grumbling under his breath, carrying his bowl of corn with him.

“What about me?” Thomas inquired, amused. “Am I acceptable for whatever it is you’re planning?”

“You’re always acceptable.” Flint said, smiling at him. “But actually, you do need to go change as well. Come on.” He made a hurrying gesture and Thomas went, bemused but curious.

                                                *  *  *

Once they were presentable, Silver got settled into the back of the cart and Flint and Thomas sat up front. This meant that Silver kept asking questions from the back, and occasionally poking both of them in the buttocks when he didn’t get an answer.

As they got closer to the village, the horse’s ears pricked up nervously. Thomas didn’t blame it. There was quite a commotion of noise happening inside the village. Drums, fiddles and tin whistles, along with laughter and song.

Flint drew the cart around along the tiny village green where most of the commotion seemed to be centered. There were other carts there, horses tied to the hitching posts.

“What is all this?” Silver looked around in surprise.

“This.” Flint pulled the horse to a stop and jumped down. “Is the summer festival.” He walked around to the back of the cart and unlatched the back so Silver could slide down. Not before Flint slid his hands around his hips, pulling Silver close to him for a moment. Revenge for all the poking.

“Hmmm.” Silver said, “And what’s the summer festival have to do with us?” He sucked in a breath as Flint’s body pressed against his.

“I thought it would be a nice idea.” Flint said, drawing back. He looked over Silver’s shoulder at Thomas.

                                                   *  *  *

As much Silver had no idea why Flint wanted them to be here, he couldn’t help going along with it. He followed Flint and Thomas over to the green, greeting the few villagers they had gotten to know in their year here.

There was ale and mulled wine, and when the dancing started, Silver caught the longing look Thomas was giving the dancers running to begin.

“Go on.” He nudged Thomas’s shoulder. “Join them.”

“Are you sure?” Thomas asked immediately.

“Yes, go on.” Silver told him, watching as Thomas reached for Flint’s hand, drawing him into the dance.

He settled on a bench with a cup of mulled wine, watching them with amusement.

He’d expected there to be jealousy when he found Flint and Thomas. And instead, there had been a welcome, a contentment, the settling of a familiar rhythm between the three of them. And there underneath that there was a feeling that it had taken Silver nearly this entire year to decipher. He’d never been familiar with it before.

This quiet joy inside him was still so new. He was half afraid it would desert him if he named it. Still, as he watched Thomas and Flint dancing together, he knew sooner or later he would speak it. It was only fair, he thought, that they knew how happy he was to be here with them.

                                                 *  *  *

When the dancing had died down and the afternoon had faded into the dusk of twilight, there was food to be eaten and more wine. The commotion of the earlier part had swayed into a lazy contented lull of feasting and merriment.

“What is this truly about?” Silver asked when they were settled the three of them were settled by one of the fires. One of the village lasses was singing softly as the fiddle players continued their ballads. The first glimpses of stars were present in the soft blue gray of the sky overhead.

He sat between Flint and Thomas, Thomas’s legs pressed against his, Flint leaning forward slightly to feed another branch to the fire.

There was a moment of quiet with only the crackle of the fire and the soft tune melding with the melody of the girl’s voice on the other side of the green.

Silver waited, lazily contented, as Thomas’s hand strayed over his hip and clasped Silver’s in his.

Flint finished with the fire and sat back, looking at him.

“It just so happens to coincide with the night we got you to stay.” Flint said quietly.

Silver stared at him helplessly. “What?”

Flint gave a little shrug. “One year today we’ve all been together. Isn’t that worth celebrating?” He looked from Silver to Thomas and back again. The twilight cast golden purple shadows across his face and Silver felt a stab in his heart, razor sharp and strong. It was as though he had been cut open with his heart exposed for all to see. Simply by Flint offering this.

“You sentimental…” Silver started and then couldn’t even finish the words. Instead he reached up and kissed Flint fiercely, cupping his face with both hands. “I love you.” He whispered into Flint’s beard.

“Good.” Flint said gruffly. “Because I love you too.”

He turned to Thomas, reaching for him, his hand entwining with Thomas’s broad fingers, before drawing Silver’s hand into his other one.

“We’re very fortunate.” Thomas murmured, gazing at their hands. That’s what Flint was thinking, he knew. He knew he was right when Flint leaned in and kissed him.

                                               *  *  *

Later when the fires had died down and they returned to the cart, starting the journey home. Silver curled up in the back of the cart and fell asleep nearly immediately. Flint held the reins lazily as they made their way along the dirt road.

“How did you manage it?” Thomas asked.

“How’d I manage what?”

“Arranging the festival to fall on today?” Thomas glanced at him. “I knew it was to be sometime this week. I heard one of the lads talking, but the coincidence…”

Flint chuckled in the dark. “I gave the village head one of those casks of wine we had stored. He was very amenable. It was no trouble to make sure the festival happened on a particular day.”

Thomas smiled.

“It mattered.” Flint murmured. “I wanted today to be remembered.” He glanced backward into the cart at the sleeping figure of Silver.

Thomas leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You know this just mean next year he’ll cook something up in return.”

“I look forward to it.” Flint said, straightening up a little as the road curves to the break which led to their little farm.

Next year they would celebrate again. Next year they would all be together still. Next year…It formed a perfect joyous rhythm in Flint’s heart as the cart made its way up the path to their home.

[ansgar-martinsson]

Fair Winds and a Following Sky - Part 5

Ulrikagatan 20, Östermalm, Stockholm, 20 July

“What about my stuff?” Anna slurred. She stepped out of the lift and into the broad, carpeted hallway, one foot before another, under the guidance of Ansgar’s hands on her shoulders. “My stuff’s still... at the... the...” she yawned, pointing vaguely, “at the... whassa called?”

“The hostel?” Ansgar chuckled, shuddering in mock disgust. “Not quite my first choice of accommodations. But don’t worry, darling,” he said, patting her amiably, “I’ve sent my driver to retrieve the rest of your things from that... place. Believe me, you’ll be much more comfortable here.”

“Mmkay,” she nodded absently. Ansgar turned her, guiding her to rest against the wall. For a moment, she relaxed, eyes closed, head back, but only for a moment -- as the impact of Ansgar’s words washed over her muzzy mind. Her eyes flew open. “Wait,” she breathed.

“Wait what?” Ansgar smirked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. 

“Your... driver?”

“Yes, my driver.” The smirk broadened, a satisfied mirth reaching Ansgar’s blue eyes. “Is there some sort of problem with that?”

“No, oh no,” Anna shook her head. “Not a problem at all. It’s just you know... kind of unexpected.” She pushed herself away from the wall and stood, swaying slightly, beside Ansgar. “Last time I saw you you were driving your own ass in a rusty beat up old Bronco.”

“That is, when it would vouchsafe to start for me,” he quipped. “Yes, I think you’ll find quite a few unexpected things about me, darling.” He winked. As Anna watched, he worked his fingers over the keypad. The mechanism clicked, and the door opened slowly with a soft hiss. “Here we are,” he said. ”After you.”

“And where...” she yawned. “Oh, pardon me. Where... where are we, exactly?” 

“My flat.” He pushed the door open and gave a mock bow, gesturing her inside. “Mi casa es tu casa.”

Nowhere, Oklahoma. Two Years Ago

She pushed open the large oval-windowed door. “Powder room’s just to the right, in there, parlor’s to the left, office just beyond,” she pointed, “kitchen, mudroom and mudroom shower in the back. The upstairs is off limits, got it? See? Es mi casa - no es su casa.” She pointed to herself, and then to him, emphasizing her point.

He nodded, knuckling the brim of his baseball hat in salute. “Off limits. Yes, ma’am,” he replied heartily. 

“I lock the upstairs door at night. With a deadbolt.” She tipped her head up, glaring straight into his eyes. 

He blinked once, slowly. “That’s understandable.”

“Got a gun, too. Smith & Wesson 500,” she challenged, “and I’m damm good at using it.”

“Choice piece, that one.” He curled his lips downward and eyebrow upward, impressed. “I would expect nothing less.” 

“Go on in, then.”

He stepped confidently inside, boots echoing on the hickory plank floor. He inhaled, taking in the unfamiliar yet welcoming bouquet of hay, cumin, cedar, and rosewater. “You’ve a beautiful home.”

And beautiful it was, even to his Swedish architectural sensibilities. Bright and cheery, open-planned, practical and airy; high walls and arched ceilings painted in pale, southwestern colors - terra-cotta, delft and gold. The furniture was sparse but clean-lined and neatly kept, older by some standards, but not weathered or overly worn. 

He looked up, smiling a little in appreciation of the intricate craftsmanship of the banister, when he was interrupted by a harsh poke on his shoulder. “Hat off,” she demanded. “I’ve got rules in this house. You work for me, you behave like a gentleman ‘round here.” 

He chuckled inwardly, looking down and away to hide the sardonic, knowing smirk creeping across his face. “Ma’am.” He pulled the cap from his head and ran his hand through his hair, holding his hat by the brim in front of his waist, all prim-and-proper like. “I swear to be on my best.”

“I mean it,” she pointed a warning finger at him. “One slip and I’ll kick you out on your keester, Mister.”

“I understand perfectly,” he replied equably. “There will be no need of any such keester kicking.”

She peered, slit-eyed and suspicious at him for a long moment. “You sure you wanna stay here? Do this work and all?”

“I do,” he affirmed. “Why do you ask?”

“You just...,” she shook her head, “you just sound so... so... educated. I suppose it’s sorta hard to believe you’re... you’re....” she gestured vaguely.

“A drifter?” he replied, scratching at the scraggle of his beard. 

“Well, I was going to say a carpenter, but... that too, I suppose.” She shrugged. “Just so long as you’re not some crazy ass.”

“I assure you, I am a carpenter.” He smiled. “I also assure you that I am not insane, not some axe-murderer, and not a criminal. I won’t hurt you, I simply want to work for a time.”

“But... where are you from?” 

“I’m not from around here,” he winked. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Well, yeah, you do talk funny,” she chuckled. “But... I kinda like it.”

“Oh? Well, I’m glad to hear it,” he drawled, chewing his bottom lip, eyes narrowed. “I enjoy hearing you speak as well. Your voice is as lovely as you are.” 

“Uh...,” she breathed, and a beautiful crimson blush crept up from her chest to suffuse the bronze skin of her cheeks. “I’ll just...” Flustered, she crossed to the fireplace and rummaged in a cedar chest beside it, coming up with a folded sheet, a limp pillow, and a gray and white woven blanket. Holding these almost protectively against her chest she tipped her chin toward the tan leather couch. “You’ll sleep there,” she clipped. “I’m up at four, so I expect y’all do the same. Lights out at ten, no later, y’hear? And I won’t abide y’all keepin’ me up at night.”

Again, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She tossed the linens on the end of the couch, turned to him, and rest her hands on her hips. She eyed him, a combined expression of wariness, and... he thought... maybe... appreciation. She gave a single, curt nod, and thumbed over her shoulder toward the kitchen, her tone and her aspect both softening. “I’ve got some lunch ready, if you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I am ravenous,” he replied, “lead the way.” He tossed his hat on top of the blankets and followed her, followed the scents of roasted chili peppers and simmering ground beef into the kitchen. “Mmmm,” he hummed, “smells heavenly.”

“You can start workin’ on that big o’ hole in the barn roof after lunch.” She relit the propane stove and stirred the contents of a large, iron skillet until it once again bubbled away, and then pointed out the curtained window with the spoon. “Probably’ll have to take off some of the boards ‘round it though. I think they got the rot when the rain came in.”

He eyed the cabinets above, calculating, then opened the one just above the dishwasher. Without a word, but with a slight smile at his guessing success, he took down two large bowls, two plates, and from the next cabinet over - aha, yes! - two glasses. “I imagine so,” he said, airily. “I’ll have a look at the wall panels as well, assuming they’re made of cedar or oak boards they shouldn’t be too difficult to replace.”

“Oak, I reckon,” she shrugged, gesturing for him to set the dishes on the table. “There’s a pitcher of sweet tea in the fridge. Pour it for us, will you?”

“Of course.”

[something-tofightfor]

He’s Not Here - Part 11

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 3650

Rating: M (light swearing)

Author’s Note: I don’t own Billy’s character. I’m just writing this for fun.

Parts 1-10 can be found on my Masterlist (link in bio)!

Thank you guys for reading and commenting on this... I am so glad you’re enjoying it

Summary:  What happens when you come face to face with someone from Billy’s past?

** 16 months out from the events of  DD S2 **

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Billy had been home for five weeks, and things were perfect between you. You still had your separate apartments, but spent a great deal of time with each other even though Billy had found a job. It suited him, you thought as he’d come home from a long day at work, throwing his feet up on your coffee table as he stretched out on the couch, fingers locked together behind his head. He’s perfect for it. Through Frank, Billy had been hired in at a specialty gym as a personal trainer that specialized in high intensity training programs with a focus on personal safety and accountability. Not only did it mean that he stayed in shape, but it meant that he got to channel his energy into something positive. It wasn’t quite like the military, but it kept him busy, and from the sound of things, plenty of men - and even a few women - had signed up for his classes. “They look at me like … I dunno, like I’m a goddamn... “ He searched for the word, his brow furrowed. “Like I got all the answers, and like I can make them have the motivation to do the program.” He sighed. “It’s great an’ all, but I know that some of them aren’t cut out for it.” You stepped out of your kitchen and over to him, leaning over to kiss him on the mouth, one hand flat against his chest, the other gripping the back of the couch.

“If there’s anyone that can help people get into shape it’s you, Russo.” He grinned, leaning forward to catch you as you pulled back, his hands holding your face in place as he kissed you again. “Mmmm… what was that for?” Your eyes opened as you stared into his, which were full of light and a clear calm that you hadn’t seen much since he’d come home. He took  deep breath, shaking his head and raising his shoulders in a shrug.

“I… you kissed me first, I was just…” He smiled again, one thumb brushing over your lips as your fingers curled into the material of his shirt. “I like this, coming home to each other.” You nodded. I do too. “Shoulda done this sooner with you.” That look was still in his eyes, but you saw it fading a little, changing into distance and you cut off his next words with another kiss, short and hard.

“Well, we’re doing it now, and that’s all that matters.” You straightened up and looked down at him, taking a breath. “Dinner’s going to be ready, and we need to talk about the auction next week.” He sat up, a devious smile on his face. I know that look. “You need to get a new suit, because I’m not going with you dressed in -”

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got one already.” You bit your lip and raised your eyebrows in surprise. You do?  “Our first public date isn’t gonna be in the same suit I wore with Emily.” You closed your eyes, feeling a rush of relief and a surge of excitement. You’d only seen Billy dressed up once, and even though you loved him in his fatigues and his casual clothes, there was something about the prospect of him in a suit - and on your arm - that made you physically ache. “ I’m even gonna wear a tie.” You both laughed, and you made your way back to the kitchen, hearing Billy get up after you. You were chopping up vegetables for a salad when you felt his arms go around you, one hand making its way beneath your shirt so that his palm could rest on your stomach, the other one curved around your waist. His lips met the side of your neck and the two of you stood like that for a few minutes, him watching your movements silently, pressed up against you from behind. He cleared his throat as he brought his mouth up to your ear, taking the lobe beneath his teeth for a moment before speaking. “You’re pretty good with that knife.”

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You straightened your dress and took a deep breath, plastering a smile on your face as you looked into the mirror. Even though you’d been working events like the auction for a few years, they were still overwhelming. At least I’m here with Billy this time. At the thought of your date, you smiled - a real one - and glanced down at your neck, where a thin white gold chain hung, a small charm nestled at the base of your throat. Reaching up with one hand, you touched the jewelry, cocking your head to the side.

Billy had been zipping up your dress for you when his hands had moved from your body, causing you to turn and face him at the absence of his touch. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a rectangular box and handing it to you with a frown on his face. “Billy, what’s this?” He shrugged his shoulders and waited for you to open it, studying your face with his wide eyes, silently. You pulled the box open and your lips parted, looking back up at him and feeling your teeth close against your bottom lip as you bit back a smile- but not for long. “For real?”

“Yeah, I…thought you’d like it, and figured that it was… that we... “ He paused. “You get it, right? I’ve never bought a woman jewelry before, so...” You reached out, your arms going around his neck as you hugged him tightly, feeling his hands flattening against your back and holding you close for long moments before you pulled away.

“Of course, Billy. The first time we went anywhere together it was…” His eyes lit up, and you handed him the box, a hopeful tone in your voice. “Put it on for me?” He grinned, motioning for you to turn and the next thing you knew, his hands were moving your hair out of the way and you brought one up too, to hold it up away from your body. Billy draped the necklace across your skin, tugging gently on it as he clasped it at the nape of your neck, his fingertips trailing against the sensitive area and sending a shiver throughout your entire body.

You stepped over to the mirror in his bedroom, your own hand coming up to touch the glittering crown  pendant he’d adorned you with, and one of his hands went to your hip, the other encircling your upper body. Billy kissed your bare shoulder, his beard scratching against your skin, and the two of your stood motionless in his room for long minutes before you sighed, breaking the moment. It was time to go to work - after all, you had people to impress and an auction to supervise.

Taking one more look in the bathroom mirror, you turned to walk out of the room and were met with Emily’s smiling face. Wonderful. She greeted you warmly and you flashed your fake smile at her before responding. “Good to see you, Emily.” The blonde busied herself with washing her hands, looking over her shoulder at you as you made your way to the door.

“We’re seated with you again tonight. I emailed the girl in charge of the organization, and figured that this way, we’d have some time to catch up.” Oh, that’s going to be interesting.  “Did you bring Bryan again? You two seemed friendly.” You smiled again at her, one hand on the door handle.

“I didn’t, actually. “ A pause. “What about you?” Her eyes glittered, head tilted to the side as she raised an eyebrow.

“Just a girlfriend. My preferred date turned me down.” She sounded sad, but you just shrugged your shoulders, pulling the heavy oak door open. Does she suspect?

“That’s too bad, Emily. I’m sorry to hear that.” Her bitter laugh followed you out the door, but you took a deep breath - it seemed like that was all you’d been doing all night - and headed down the hall and back toward the main room. All of the items up for auction were placed around the large, open area in the museum’s atrium, and as you mingled with the guests, you slipped into a comfortable routine. This was work, this was what you were good at - and even though your company had only been brought on to handle the dinner and cocktail portion of the evening, you’d worked closely with the other group before, and knew many of the attendees.

The cocktail hour (actually two hours long) was meant to give people a chance to look over the items and learn more about where their money would be going. Instead of a charity dinner and dance, Emily’s father had decided that an auction would raise more, and so that was the theme of the year. The idea was to get New York’s elite good and liquored up with some food in their bellies before the bidding started, and it seemed to be working. “My next tour will be my fifth.” You heard his voice before you saw him, and because you’d had to leave before Billy had, the glimpse of him you got was your first of the evening - and your heart stopped.

He was dressed in a graphite gray suit, and as you stepped closer, you saw that it was patterned subtly with a plaid design. It fit him like a glove, and the crisp white undershirt and pocket square made his skin glow, but the jet black tie with its subtle iridescent sheen complemented his eyes better than anything you’d seen in your entire life.  Billy was conversing easily with a small group of men and women, a drink held in his right hand, his left comfortably inserted into his pocket. He said that he doesn’t want or need this life, but he’s good at it - the conversation, the mingling… he’s a natural. Billy’s head tilted back in a laugh as he removed the hand from his pocket, reaching out to shake the one that was being offered to him, eyes bright. Billy didn’t look like a Marine, he looked like a businessman, and he’d even gotten a haircut in the time after you’d left and before he arrived. I can’t wait to get my hands on that later tonight. You’d never seen Billy with an undercut, but now that you had, you never wanted him to do anything else with it.

Even as you walked toward him, his head turned to you, eyes locking and you saw Billy’s lips part. He’d seen you in your dress before you left for the event, but it was like everyone else in the room disappeared as his eyes moved over you from head to toe, the tip of his tongue poking out from his mouth. He wasn’t looking at Emily like that last time. You felt yourself smile as the two of you reached each other, his hand gently caressing your bicep, his fingers trailing downward and over your elbow, stopping at your forearm. “Good evening, Mr. Russo.” You kept your voice level, even though you were anything but calm, and Billy winked at you, leading you back to the group he’d been with.

“This one right here is behind most of this.” You blushed, shaking your head and reminding him that you’d only been tasked with the dinner and drinking portion of the night. “Well, those are the most important parts, right?” The men and women that Billy was gathered with turned their attention toward you, and despite trying to keep things professional, you felt his hand pressing firmly against the small of your back, thumb circling slowly as you talked.

By the time you’d been seated for dinner, your mind had been working overtime, comparing this night to the first night you’d met Billy. First and foremost, even though he’d interacted with other women - and you’d seen it happen - the conversations had been purely professional and cordial. He’d gotten you drinks - and you paid attention to him in the line (he hadn’t spoken to anyone). He didn’t introduce himself as your boyfriend, but that was something you both had agreed on; he’d wanted to do so, but you’d reminded him that you needed the contract, and so in order to network, you couldn’t risk Emily finding out too soon. Why should I care about her?  Billy was seated to your right, and in another call back to your first encounter, he’d waited until you sat to get in line for more drinks, not wanting your glasses to be empty throughout dinner.

While he’d been gone, Emily and her friend - Regan - had come to the table, settling in. Your heartbeat quickened, but you remained outwardly calm, saying hello and falling into conversation with the others at the table. What’s taking Billy so long? You sighed, sipping your water and answering a question that you’d been asked when you saw Emily’s eyes widen and brighten. Here he comes. “Billy Russo, it’s a surprise to see you here.” She was speaking in a breathy tone, leaning forward with her hands flat against the table. “You look phen-”

“Got you your drink.” He smoothly slid into the seat next to you, and you glanced over at him, feeling the color rise in your cheeks as he passed you the glass. “Whiskey. Double. Had to wait for them to bring out a new bottle because all they had open was the cheap stuff.” Bting your lip, you smiled at him, mouthing the words ‘thank you’. Billy cleared his throat, turning his attention to the other woman, the long fingers of one hand smoothing his tie down. “Hello, Emily.” The girl just looked confused now, and you watched as she looked between you and Billy, a frown on her face. “Happy to be here, had to support this. Your dad’s events are always a big deal.” The blonde’s eyes widened.

“Are you here with… her?” The tone of Emily’s voice would have bothered you normally, but even as the waiters delivered the starting course, Billy’s hand found yours on the tabletop, smoothly flipping it over before he swiped his thumb across your wrist a few times, much the same way that you did with your thumb and his palm. Emily’s gaze turned hard, and her friend Regan only stared at Billy. “Wow, Billy. I can’t believe you.”

“Emily, I didn’t want to…” You started to speak, but Billy cut you off, raising his free hand and gesturing to the blonde.

“Emily and I came to the last event together, and it’s actually the night I met this one right here.” Billy pointed at you. “We hit it off right away and have been friends ever since.” He licked his lips, a pensive look on his face. “We’re together now, but it took some time, and it’s still…” He sighed, turning his head to stare at you, brown eyes earnest. “Had to support my girlfriend, right?” And there it is. No turning back now. Billy removed his hand from yours before bringing it up to your cheek and moving the backs of his fingers across your skin tenderly. “Let’s eat.” He was smirking at you, but it wasn’t malicious - it was just Billy, and you nodded, feeling yourself smile back.

Throughout the course of the meal, the conversation at the table flowed freely - not only between you and Billy, but between the other six people sitting there as well. Emily spoke to Billy frequently, but his attention was never focused on her, and you could tell she was frustrated. Serves you right, you needy bitch. Toward the end of dinner, after the announcement had been made that the auction would be starting in roughly fifteen minutes, Billy excused himself to go to the bathroom, and the other two couples rose from the table, leaving you with Regan and Emily. Oh boy. “I think I’m going to go and get another drink, Em… you want anything?” Regan’s voce was timid but you could tell she was feeling the tension, and the blonde waved her off, staring at you.

“So.” She began only after her friend had left. “So you’re fucking Billy now.” Her words hit you like a slap,  but you knew she was just trying to rile you up. “He’s good in bed, isn’t he?” She arched an eyebrow, shifting in her seat. “So you’re why he turned me down this time.” She closed her eyes, sighing.  When her eyes opened again, the stare in them was filled with anger. “Just wait til he gets sick of you, til he finds someone that catches his eye and offers him another option.” The woman sneered, finishing her drink. “Did you sleep with him that night? That first night? I bet you did.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, Emily, but I didn’t.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care if you believe me, but it took almost two months, and - “

“Two months? He was in front of you for two months, and you didn’t jump on him? God, and he stuck around? Waited for you?” She shook her head. “I thought you would have learned from last time that dragging him to something like this wouldn’t work out well for you.” You felt a hand on your shoulder and tensed, but when they spoke, you realized it was just Billy.

“I offered to come here with her. I wanted to. She didn’t have to beg me.” He laughed - the sound music to your ears and then continued. “I can’t believe you’d be so catty to her, Emily. It’s not her fault I didn’t want to see you anymore after I got bored.” The blonde’s eyes widened, but Billy wasn’t done. “Don’t you dare hold my decisions over her head, either. She’s damn good at her job, and tonight’s going to be a success.” Emily’s jaw dropped. “You’re a pretty girl, you deserve better than someone like me.” A compliment? For her? You looked up at Billy, who was staring down at you, a sad look on his face. “We should get out of here.”

Nodding, you stood, allowing him to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly to him. “Wait, what about her? Doesn’t she deserve better too, or does that line only apply to people you used to fuck?” There was a sarcastic tone to Emily’s voice, but Billy wasn’t thrown off.

“Nah, she probably deserves better too, but I’m gonna keep her around until she figures it out. I got plans for this one.” Emily threw her hands up and shook her head, eyes rolling harder than you’d ever seen before. Ouch. As she stormed away from the table, Billy leaned down to kiss your temple. “You do deserve better than me, and we both know it… but I’m too selfish to let you go.” Reaching out with one hand, you closed your fingers around Billy’s tie, tugging gently. His eyes widened.

“There are a ton of rooms in this museum, Russo.” That smirk came back on his face, and you continued, eyes dropping to his chest. “How about we find an empty one and you give me a reminder of exactly what I deserve and what those plans include?” His eyes darkened in seconds, and he nodded, beginning to lead you to the main doors. I don’t care what you think I deserve, Billy Russo, I love you.

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[thatscarletflycatcher]

It has been a while since the last time I wrote a rant post about Little Women and casting

So here we go again.

“Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain.”

1994: Trini looks sweet and delicate. Good.2017: My favourite. She is sweet and delicate and pretty and the most likely to actually look “plump” of the three.2019: IDK. Sweet doesn’t seem to be Watson’s best mark.

“Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty, but it was usually bundled into a net, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a flyaway look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn't like it.”

1994: Wynona hardly looks anything like Jo, she’s rather short and petite, but she captures an air of non conventional beauty and an Jo-like energy.2017: she’s tall, she’s lanky, she has a bit of that masculine air of Jo. Though it was hard to get such a role as a first role, she did real good.2019: She could pull it off. We shall see. Perfect eye color, but set photos show her blonde. The hair part... mmmm....

“Elizabeth, or Beth, as everyone called her, was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed” “Beth has grown slender, pale, and more quiet than ever. The beautiful, kind eyes are larger, and in them lies an expression that saddens one, although it is not sad itself.”

1994: I loved Danes portrayal. She portrayed the steel foundation under the surface of Beth shyness spectacularly.2017: this was a good portrayal too, a surprisingly good one, all in all, though the looks of the part... not so much.2017: She looks the part, though I am not so sure if she will be able to get the character right.

“A regular snow maiden, with blue eyes, and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender” “Amy's nose still afflicted her, for it never would grow Grecian, so did her mouth, being too wide, and having a decided chin. These offending features gave character to her whole face, but she never could see it”

1994: Kirsten Dunst is the perfect child Amy, but given that 2019′s will focus more on the grown up girls, I picked a picture of Samantha Mathis. She looks the part, funny nose and all, and even has the elegant air Amy is supposed to have as an older girl.2017: She looks the part, but the portrayal of the character here is awful. Script writters didn’t understand Amy AT ALL.2019: She looks the part. I think she can do it well.

“Mr. Brooke was a grave, silent young man, with handsome brown eyes and a pleasant voice. Meg liked his quiet manners.”

1994: the Margaret Dashwood of Little Women. Like, I liked what they did with him here, but I fully acknowledge that any likeness between movie!John and Book!John is an accident.2017: though the script robbed him of some of his best lines, he was perfect. PERFECT.2019: I don’t know what to say. I think James has too stern a look to make a good, sweet, introverted John.

A regular German—rather stout, with brown hair tumbled all over his head, a bushy beard, good nose, the kindest eyes I ever saw, and a splendid big voice that does one's ears good, after our sharp or slipshod American gabble. His clothes were rusty, his hands were large, and he hadn't a really handsome feature in his face, except his beautiful teeth, yet I liked him, for he had a fine head, his linen was very nice, and he looked like a gentleman, though two buttons were off his coat and there was a patch on one shoe. 

1994: another one that doesn’t look the part, but, honestly... he nails the bohemian/not handsome but handsome aspect of the character. He lacks a bit of the vivacious temper of Fritz.2017: I like him, I really do, he looks the closest to the part, though he is too young.2019: Don’t know what to say either. Of course, he doesn’t look the “stout German” stereotype in any way. And I still cannot believe they hired a French actor to play a German character. Really. He’s also a bit on the younger side, at least on looks.

"Curly black hair, brown skin, big black eyes, handsome nose, fine teeth, small hands and feet” “A tall, broad-shouldered young fellow, with a cropped head.”

1994: ??? Laurie is boy next door and a creep as an adult.2017: ?? at least he has curly hair. They got depressed Laurie and just depressed Laurie.2019: ???? I am resigned to see this fail again.

I don’t know if you can see a pattern here.

WILL ONE CASTING DEPARTMENT EVER NOT WHITEWASH LAURIE!?!?!?!!

[winterscorp]

Santa Panda Secret Santa

We asked Santa for fanfiction written by our favs and he didn't disappoint with his delivery. Looks like we were all put on the nice list because the fics we wished for couldn't have been better. And since its the season of giving, we're sharing with all of you.

Happy Holidays!

This one’s especially written for @isisnicole

MISTLETOE IN THE LIBRARY STACKS

“Well I sure wasn’t expectin’ this,” Rick whispered into her ear. He had found a sweet spot right at the pulse point right below her left ear and felt her shiver in his arms when he circled his tongue there again just to make sure. He let his right hand slide slowly of its own volition down the side of her waist enjoying the soft feel of the cream angora sweater dress she had on. It was almost like he couldn’t control his wandering hand as it found its way to the swell of her beautiful behind and he definitely knew his brain didn’t tell his hand to palm that gorgeous bit of flesh. She didn’t seem to mind the impropriety of his wayward hand, from the moan she issued when he squeezed her bottom cheek. The sound alone in his ear gave his hand all the permission he needed. It took its cue and followed the path it seemed destined to make following that delicious curvature for another squeeze. The tips of his fingers traced their way down the wool covered gluteal cleft eager to feel what was on the other side of the soft fuzzy covering.

His left hand seemed to have a better grip on the situation, holding onto the shelf above her head. His nails dug into the wood of the shelf in response to the hiss she ushered forth when his misbehaving right hand finally gave up the fight and clutched the material upwards and was met with the prize of moist heat coming from that sweet heaven he had imagined time and again before this serendipitous moment.

“Oh my god. Wasn’t expectin’ you to be so wet either,” he murmured. His naughty right hand had moved the silk of her panties aside to get to the treasure of her ever moistening folds. She lifted her leg up to his waist so he could better access without any further impediment. He quickly found the swollen nub and used his trusty trigger finger to make small slow circles to goad the little pearl from its hood. He swallowed the short gasp that came from her luscious lips as her back hit the wooden shelves holding her up. She began to move her hips counter to his fingers circular motion to get the friction she desperately needed. A nip to Rick’s bottom lip spurred the awakening of the beast that was his erection. No, wasn’t expecting you to be a biter either, Rick thought as he pressed his intentions into her front and continued to rub her from the back. They both began to grind into each other. He bent at the knees to angle himself more into her and used his left leg to nudge her legs to open just a little bit further. He heard the brief whimper during the brief seconds he took to replace his index finger with his thumb but he made up for it by immediately sliding it with his middle finger into her canal.

“Rrrrrriiiickk, mmmm… .”

“Shhhhhh,” he hissed in her ear and gave her gentle bite of his own on that same sweet spot, “You’re gonna get us caught. How would that look hmmm?” he began to pump his fingers slowly into her relishing in the defiant glint in her eyes. Her pillow of a bottom lip jutted out and he just had to pull it into his mouth for a taste before he said, “The head librarian? Caught in the book stacks…” another thrust further into her, “With an honorable sheriff deputy of King County… damn you’re getting so much wetter…” deeper still his fingers went, “Now how would that look … hmm? You gonna tell me … Michonne?” He knew he had found his target when he made a slight come hither motion with his two deadly weapons and she grasped his shoulder at the raspy sound of her name coming from his lips.

Michonne bucked backward into the shelves shaking the numerous tomes that were held there. She bit into his shoulder as she felt the shudder of her impending release grow from her center. His fingers made an obscenely wet sucking noise while he continued his pleasure assault on her inner sanctum.

“Rick… I… oh my… I’m…I’m mmmmmm.” He felt her start to pulsate around his fingers and ground even harder into covered mound as the leg she had wrapped around him tightened around his waist.

“Oh, I know. I can feel you,” Rick growled into her ear, “Can you feel me? My god woman, you’re gonna… have me…” he felt pressure of his own coming from the base of rock hard member. He couldn’t believe this beautiful, sexy and … dammmmn she is so hot right now, was about to make him release himself in his jeans like some prepubescent boy just from the sounds she was making in his ear. She grabbed him by the nape of his neck and clutched onto the brown curls of hair that lay there as she pulled him into a deep kiss. His tongue found its way into her delicious mouth once again and tangled with her peppermint chocolate taste that lingered from the hot cocoa she had been drinking when he had first arrived at the library.

He applied more pressure on his thrusts both in her and into her and could feel them both speeding up their rhythm to get to the promised land that they were both working towards.

“Yessssss… Right there Rick,” she gasped, her breath ragged from the oxygen he had been taking from her, “Please don’t stop… Please.”

As if he could.

Rick had decided this was where he wanted to stay for the rest of his life if he could always be witness to that look of fire that came from those dark chocolate pair of eyes that stared back at him. He never would have thought this was how his day was going to end up when he took a chance to make a surprise visit to the library. He had wanted to just drop off a small Christmas present off to the woman he had been admiring from afar for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t the overly romantic type. Especially after the debacle of his marriage and messy divorce. But after 40 plus years of being the quiet and steady man he had become, he was so glad that he had decided to take a chance and finally walk into to the library that fateful day a few months ago.

His little girl, Judith, was getting an extra special Christmas in the form of the grand custom-made doll house he had wrapped earlier that day in thanks for having a penchant for her favorite “Reading Princess Queen Lady” who held story time at the library. He didn’t want to even think of the possible missed opportunity that would have happened if he had just let his son Carl take his sister to the library that day like usual. Carl also had a special present of brand new baseball gear to thank him for having a practice that serendipitous Saturday afternoon that he walked in the library with his daughter dragging him to get a “good seat” for a reading of “The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe”.

He got the best seat in the house as far as he was concerned when he saw her turn around to greet his daughter warmly. He’d never forget the moment she looked up from the warm hug his little girl had given and their eyes met. Recognition instantaneous and shocking them both at the intensity of it. “Wow. Hello Rick! Long time no see,” she had said. Her long beautifully locked hair was pulled into a side French braid that fell onto her shoulder. He couldn’t believe his luck that she had actually remembered him.

“Wow yourself, Michonne,” he remembered stuttering in response. After all the years that seemed only to make her more gorgeous and him just more… old. He had felt the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled at her. He thought he had felt every gray hair that was growing in his short beard and at the edge of his temples. The smile she laid on him though made him forget that he was pushing the other side of 40 and he knew at that moment that another set of twenty years would not pass before he saw her again. Thus began his regular trips to the library.

At first, he had only made sure that his Saturdays were free to accompany Judith for the weekly reading time, but after a few weeks that just didn’t seem enough. Picking up a chai soy latte and a peanut butter chocolate muffin every other morning on his way to the station just seemed like the right thing to do. Especially when he got the immense pleasure of watching her take that first sip and savor the warmth with her eyes closed. His days would pass immeasurably faster thinking of her sweet little moan of pleasure at the first bite of the sticky sweet muffin. Soon enough, their morning meetings became, ‘what time do you take lunch’, and they had both steadily rebuilt the lost connection they had had from so long ago.

However, when he woke this particular morning, determined to finally ask her out on a proper date, hoping he had been reading all the signs right. Hoping that after all, it was that most wonderful time of the year when miracles and magic seemed to weave their ways into the cinnamon and pine-scented air. He had never imagined when he placed the small box wrapped in the festive red of the season and an overly big green bow with a card addressed to one Michonne Devereaux that he would be in the most darkened corner of the library, trying to stay as quiet as his desire would let him. Trying to fight off the growing weight of his hardness while he was essentially knuckles deep in the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He didn’t know when she gave him that heart-stopping smile when she saw the gift, that not less than fifteen minutes later he would feel her coming undone in his hand. Color him surprised when he felt himself make a final groan and knew that he was going to have to hold his jacket in front of him when they finally did exit their little secluded corner.

“That… was… one helluva thank you,” he finally breathed out as he slipped his now soaked hand from underneath her.

“Mmmm… and to think,” she giggled as she tried to catch her breath, “I just wanted to show you this.” She pointed upwards and they both smiled as they saw the green evergreen plant with little white berries hung with red ribbon above them.

“Weellll, it is tradition after all,” Rick said as he leaned in for another taste of ‘tradition’, “I’m hoping we can continue this bit of tradition later.”

She returned his sweet kiss with one of her own. “Well, depends,” she said with a small smile, “Do you even have any mistletoe?”

“Tons,” Rick replied instantly making a note to stop by every florist shop on his way home.

“Thank you for my present Rick.”

“Merry Christmas Michonne.”

[mylittlemystery]

Hungry

A/N: this is a request for an anonymous user, and can also be considered a sequel to Time to Play.

“Eeeeek! Hahahahank, nohohohohoo!”

Connor’s laughter was not an uncommon sound in the Anderson residence. To many others, this would’ve been considered abnormal; the stoic android rarely cracked a smile, much less laughed. But for Hank, this magnificent sound was one he got to hear almost everyday. “It’s too late, smartass!” The gray haired man exclaimed, his nails teasing the synthetic skin of Connor’s stomach. “Maybe you should’ve held your tongue when you had the chance!”

Connor knew that he had indeed tested Hank’s patience that day, but he just couldn’t help himself. It was downright amusing to watch the lieutenant grow progressively more frustrated by the minute - that is, when it didn’t lead to tickling as a repercussion. His stomach twitched, and he attempted to suck it in even further (which was in vain). “Ihihihi’m sahahahaaarryyy!” He squealed, hoping that would suffice.

“Sorry? Oh no, you’re not sorry yet…” Hank grinned wickedly, sending a chill down the android’s artificial spine. “I’m downright famished, come to think of it...you know, this tummy looks awfully tasty!” He punctuated this statement with a gentle prod to the aforementioned area.

Connor’s eyes just about bulged out of his skull when he realized the man’s intentions. “Wait, WAIT!” He shrieked desperately, wiggling madly in pure anticipation (which only heightened as he saw that his words were doing no good). “You don’t have to do this, just wAAAAHAHAHAAIIIT!” His attempts at reasoning were derailed as he felt the dreaded vibrations directly above his navel. He tossed his head back in laughter, tangling usually immaculate hair.

“Mmmm, it is tasty!” Hank hummed against the quivering belly. “Raspberries go well with this ticklish tummy! It makes for the perfect snack~” He buried his face into the dreadfully sensitive skin and nibbled gently.

Connor didn’t know what was worse - the soft brushes of the beard, or the playful growls that were rumbling from Hank’s throat. Either way, the android was laughing harder than ever before. His face (including the tips of his ears) were a deep blue color, and tears were clouding his vision. “NahahaHAHAAAA! C-CAHAhahan’t tahaHAHAKE IHIT!” He pleaded desperately.

“Are you tellin’ me you can’t handle a little tickling~?” Hank asked cockily. “How are you supposed to deal with deviants if all it takes to break you is a few nibbles on this belly of yours~?”

Connor hid his face behind his hands in shame. “D-dohohon’t tehehease mehehehee, pleheeheease!” He whined.

“Why? You can’t take that either?” Hank chuckled at the other’s expense. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed - it’s not your fault you have such advanced sensors.” Without warning, he swirled his pointer finger inside Connor’s navel. “They even gave you your very own giggle button!”

Connor screamed with laughter as he felt the sensation course through his entire stomach. His arms and legs twitched as he struggled violently, his eyes unable to open due to his intense mirth. “MEEEEEHEHERCY! MEHERCY, HAHANK, PLEHEHEASE!” He howled, the aforementioned cheers rolling down his cheeks.

Hank gave the navel one last scratch before he finally let up, and climbed off of the thoroughly exhausted figure. “Heh, you alright, kid?” He asked gently, brushing the matted hair away from his forehead.

Connor panted heavily, his chest aching from the excessive laughter. He curled into the fetal position, still giggling as the buzzing lingered for a while. “Ihi’m fine, Dad,” he reassured.

“I’m just fine…”