#their hair is ESPECIALLY gorgeous today i must devour it

[defensivelee]

ahhhh so so beautiful <333 !!! if i am a monarchist then it is for elements of the periodic table.

i havent done something with chemistry in a while... take some silly designs based off of @defensivelee's chemistry universe...

[neomanateefromexiletribe]

little mermaid

Leviathan x Gender Neutral MC

Fluff, Love Confessions, Mermaid Levi

Leviathan turns into a mermaid, and it's up to you to take care of him.

"Levi?” you call out, almost choking.

Your mouth opens wide in shock as you spot the third brother in his tub bed, said tub being filled halfway with water. But that isn’t the most strangest thing, far from it. No, what really has you in shock is the mermaid tail hanging over the tub and the fact that Levi is shirtless.

The demon yelps and covers his chest, his face instantly blushing a deep red that could rival strawberries, and his tail flops back into the water with a loud noise. Still astounded, you close the door behind you and lock it for good measure, and you approach Levi, slowly.

“Levi?” you repeat, worried for your best friend, “are you okay?”

You must have sounded worried enough for Levi to resurface slightly, and he mumbles something unintelligible.

“I didn’t catch that,” you say honestly, and he coughs.

“I don’t… I don’t know what happened,” he moans, “I woke up and I was a mermaid! So I’m staying in water for now until I’m back to normal.”

Okay, he managed to explain his situation properly, so now all that’s left is for you to take action. You nod, and you roll up your sleeves. Well, your invisible sleeves, since you’re wearing a tee-shirt today, but anyway.

You head closer to Levi, who’s still a blushing mess, and you smile at him gently. You raise your hand to pet his hair, secretly sniggering at how red he’s getting from that simple action, and you ruffle his hair a little more roughly.

You then look at his mermaid body, extremely curious to see how pretty he got. In your opinion, Levi is already the prettiest person you know (sorry Asmo) but now that he’s a whole mermaid, it’s not doubt his prettiness shot up.

His bare chest is so unfairly attractive, especially for someone who doesn’t work out that much – or at all? You’ve never seen Levi work out, and you doubt one can get this body from playing sports video games.

You’ve thought more than once about running your hands over his naked body, whether in the comfort of your own bed or when cuddling with him. Platonic cuddling is awesome, with him or with his brothers, but when it comes to Levi you can’t help but want more. His usual clothes are super comfortable, so warm from his body heat, but… his body under those probably feels so nice.

You’ve wondered several times if Levi would blush if you were to touch him, fingers slowly feeling him up, starting from his neck and heading all the way down to his sweatpants. When feeling particularly naughty, you even imagined how sexy times with Levi could be because there’s so much you could do with him, but… you should probably focus on the task at hand.

His mermaid tail starts hanging over the tub once more, and this way you get to see it from up close. His scales range from deep shades of purple to lighter ones of blue that reminds you of the color of his usual nail polish. They’re shining under the lights of his room, and you’re in awe to see such a beautiful mermaid tail on Levi.

“S-stop staring,” Levi stutters, “I know I look disgusting.”

You almost get whiplash from how fast you turn towards him.

“You look gorgeous, what are you saying?!” you tell him, your eyes widening. “Levi, your tail is so beautiful and you always look pretty to begin with!! I think you’ve never looked better!”

Levi blinks in confusion, and he makes out a weird noise as he buries his face in his hands.

“You’re not lying?” he asks, and you smile at him.

“Of course not,” you say, “you really look amazing. It’s just like that anime we watched together last week, you know?”

“My Crush Turned Into A Mermaid and That’s What It Took For Me to Confess?” Levi says, peeking through his fingers.

“Exactly,” you nod, trying your best to ignore how much it fits the current situation. “Okay, is there anything you need? Food? Something to drink? Something to do?”

“I could use some snacks and a drink,” Levi admits, “other than that I’m good.”

You nod and fetch some poisoned apples based snacks as well as an energy drink, which you hand to Levi. You watch him as he eats as you make some small talk, and an idea blooms in your mind. It’ll give your feelings away but… it may be worth it. You’ve waited enough to confess, after all.

You get up, putting away Levi’s snacks and drink, and you proceed to head for his closet.

“What are you doing?” Levi asks, confused.

“Close your eyes,” you instruct, looking back at him to wink.

“Okay…”

You undress quickly, only keeping a comfortable pair of boxers you stole from Levi a few months ago and an oversized tee-shirt hanging in Levi’s closet. You smile to yourself, happy to be wearing Levi’s clothes, and you head back to Levi’s tub.

His eyes are still closed, so you try your best to be discreet as you get into the tub, carefully sitting on top of his tail. However, Levi obviously notices the sudden added weight on top of him and opens his eyes while gasping. You send him an innocent look, feeling the water wet the bottom of your shirt and your underwear, and you smile at him.

“Hi!” you greet cheerfully, and Levi makes a noise similar to an oral keyboard smash.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing here?! Are you crazy?” he screeches.

You pout, and cross your arms on your chest. You see Levi’s eyes glancing at your chest, but he looks away as fast as he looked, visibly too embarrassed to look at your body when you’re so close to him.

“I just wanted to keep you company,” you tell him, pout intensifying. “I thought you’d get lonely in here.”

“Did you really have to get on top of me?!” Levi asks, panicking.

His flush is spreading to the top of his chest, and you feel like hugging and kissing him so much it hurts. But you can’t do that, not until you’ve properly confessed and asked for permission to touch him.

“I’m not heavy,” you counter.

“That’s not the point! You’re sitting on me!” Levi protests.

“I’ve already been on your lap before,” you point out, “and we’ve slept together before too.”

Levi gets impossibly redder, and he coughs.

“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks, unable to look at you.

“Of course not, Levi,” you answer, “what would I do without you?”

Levi doesn’t answer, too busy hiding his face. You smile gently, and turn around so as to take a more proper look at his tail. With the way you’re sitting, Levi has a nice view of your back, and you think that maybe he’ll feel less embarrassed to look at your back rather than at your chest.

You really want to try touching his tail, but you’re unsure whether he will like it or not. You turn your head slightly, and attempt at making eye contact with the shy demon.

“Levi, can I touch your tail?” you ask.

“Su-sure, if you don’t think it’s disgusting,” he answers.

“I told you, your mermaid form is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” you reassure him.

To your delight, Levi brings back his tail into the tub, and you decide to be bold. You embrace it, plastering the fins against your chest as you hug it. Levi makes a noise that sounds like a strangled moan of pleasure, but you want to cuddle his tail for now. Hopefully, if he sees that you like it this much, it’ll be easier to ask him for cuddles after.

“It’s so different from anything I’ve ever touched before,” you tell him, loving the way the mermaid tail feels against your body.

“Isn’t it yucky? It’s probably wet and sticky,” Levi weakly argues.

You can’t see him, so you can only imagine his expression: wet, glistening eyes filled with unshed tears, and bitten lips that you’d kill to taste. You close your eyes briefly, imagining that Levi embraces you, and the feeling is so nice you hug Levi’s tail a little tighter, on reflex.

“I love it,” you answer, trying not to sound breathless, “it feels wonderful.”

The foreign weight against your chest really feels nice, and you high-key wish it was Levi resting his head there instead of his tail, but it’s okay. You let go of his tail and turn around to face him. Levi is, as you expected, still red in the face and looks this close to crying. You feel empowered by a sudden burst of courage, and you lean in closer to him.

Levi’s back is already against the end of the tube, so he merely looks at you with a mixture of shock and desire. If you want to act on your feelings, it’s now or never.

“Levi?” you call out his name while making eye contact.

“Y-yes?” he stutters.

“I must be honest with you,” you say, and resume after taking a deep breath, “there’s a reason I think you look gorgeous, whether as a mermaid or every day, and it’s because I’m in love with you.”

Levi freezes, and follows a long silence as you both stare at each other.

“No way,” he says, blinking slowly, “I must be dreaming.”

Maybe this is your chance, you think to yourself, leaning in even closer.

“Would this convince you that this is reality?” you ask before pressing your lips against his.

He makes a quiet gasp, but makes no move to push you away as you suck on his lips, slow and loving. You rest your hands against his chest, cuddling up closer to him, and your heart misses a beat as you feel him wrap his arms around your waist.

You don’t want to break the kiss, not now, because you’re so hungry for his lips that you’ve dreamed of devouring for so long. He tastes like the snacks he had earlier, and you can’t get enough of him. You need so much more.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Levi interrupts as you pull away to breathe, “are you sure you don’t have the wrong person?”

You blink in confusion, and you see in his eyes that he’s conflicted. He’s probably unsure if your feelings are genuine, because he’s not used to being loved, and he’s probably wondering if you’re just going to retract your statement because you’re pulling a prank on him. But you know what you want to tell him, so you shake your head and grin at him.

“I’m not confused,” you tell him as you pet his hair, “I’m in love with my best friend, with the most important person in my life and with the person I want to cherish the most. I think you’re incredible, and what I love the most about you is your passion. And, uh, well, it doesn’t hurt that you’re super handsome on top of it, you know?”

That’s a lot of information to take in for the Avatar of Envy, and he makes another loud noise before hugging you tightly, hiding his face in your neck.

“You’re… you’re too much,” Levi moans, “I feel like I’m about to explode because of how much I’m feeling.”

“Well, if one could explode from how much love they’re feeling for someone, I would’ve long ago,” you joke, kissing his hair, “I love you so, so much Levi, you can’t even imagine.”

Levi squeezes you in his arms, and look at you, biting on his lower lip once again.

“You really love me? Even if I’m a worthless otaku?”

“You’re not worthless,” you counter, kissing his nose, “and I love that you’re an otaku.”

Levi looks down for a few seconds, and he looks up again, hopeful.

“So, um, my Henry doesn’t have to be just my best friend? You’re my lover too?”

“Absolutely,” you grin, chuckling at how cute he looks right now, “isn’t that why Henry is the best?”

Levi’s face brightens with a huge smile and this time, he’s the one who initiates a deep kiss. You’re the one moaning as his tongue strokes yours, and you shiver as his hands travel down your body, mapping your curves through your wet tee-shirt.

“I love you too, so much,” Levi pants against your lips, “I’m not… very experienced, but we can, um, go on that quest together?”

“I’d love that,” you breathe before pulling him back for another breathless kiss.

From the way Levi’s hands are going under your shirt, you figure out that turning Levi back to normal can wait. For now, you’re very content with making out with mermaid Levi.

[anavakarian]

Day 14: throat

Knocks on the door.

I gaze up at the clock on the wall, worried that I’m late. But I am not. Rebecca was meant to pick me up at 7.30 and it’s just 7.05...

“Well, this is strange,” I mutter to myself, leaving the eyeshadow brush on the mirror shelf trying to make the lesser possible mess out of my make up. Rebecca is as punctual as hell and, considering the tenor of the event we are invited to, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was actually a bit late. There is no chance she would be this early at my apartment...

However, the knocks are back, firm and insistent.

“Ok, ok… I’m coming. Just wait…” I answer, mildly annoyed because of the interruption, crossing the distance to the door while securing the towel around my body.

Perhaps my neighbour, Lisa, needs anything…?

However, the spyhole of my brand new security door gives away immediately who is on the other side of it: dark blond hair styled sideways - as he’s grown it since we met - broad shoulders and icy green eyes veiled by a deep frown wait at the other side of my door.

What on Earth is Adam doing here and where is Rebecca?

A rush of nervousness mixes together with mild concern. Then, I realize that opening is taking me too long and he is about to knock for the third time. A bit afraid of the consequences that the action might have on my door integrity, I open it immediately.

Commanding agent Adam du Mortain scowls at me - like always - stiff and taut in front of my front door, one hand held out and about to make contact with the empty space where the wood was before.

His green eyes meet mine and, just for a second, his gaze soften and I want to think that they are expressing the words that he is not able to. Something like ‘I’m quite pleased to see you again, Detective ,’ perhaps?

Obviously, the string that leaves his mouth differs with my silly expectations. “Why did it take you so long to open, Detective?” he enquires with a stern tone and an even more severe look in his eyes.

I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. On a normal day, I would retort something back, as ironic and bold as I was able to. But today I’m in a sort of a hurry and still concern about Rebecca’s whereabouts. “Where is she?” I ask, dryly and worried.

Adam seems to suddenly understand. “Agent Greene didn’t think she could make it on time and requested for me to take you to the event. We will meet her there.”

Well, that actually sounds quite a lot like my mother: she’s been neglecting our relationship for so many years that it is not a surprise anymore. “Ok. Fair enough, I suppose,” I exhale with a wry smile.

Not that I’m complaining about the good-looking change, but things have been a bit… strange between Adam and me after that brief but intense ‘holding hands’ moment at the Carnival that I still have not very clear what it meant. We practically haven’t seen each other since then, two weeks now, but for work-related stuff and more and more reports.

“Well, I think you are here a bit earlier than I was expecting... Can you want to come in?”

I open the door fully and it’s then when we grow suddenly aware of what the other one is wearing. Adam looks absolutely amazing - hot - with his tuxedo and I feel my heart stutter at the sight. His green eyes roam down to my shoulders, my bare arms and the towel wrapped around my body on a quick scan. And, as if he has been struck by lightning, his eyes open widely and his gaze darts back up to my face, suddenly realizing that I have just come out from the shower and, yes, I am not wearing anything under that towel.

I have to conceal a grin while walking back into my living room. It would be the perfect moment for a tease, but my hair is starting to drip on the floor and I should be getting ready for the party.

“Do you want a glass of wine?”.

Adam has nestled himself in his usual space in my house, beside the industrial style window and as far as he physically can from me. “I’m driving…”

His stoic expression makes me chuckle and I get into the kitchen in search of the Bourdeaux I bought especially for him. I pour some into a glass and go back to the living with the offering in my hand.

He eyes me with something similar to mistrust and extreme weariness as I walk closer and I find extremely funny the way he keeps his eyes locked in mine with intensity, wondering if that keeps him from sliding them down my nakedness under the towel.

“Here,” I offer. “Do me a favour. Unwind a little tonight, ok? I’ll drive the SUV.”

“Detective…” he complains with a strict undertone that I brush off, placing the glass in his hand.

“It’s not up for discussion, otherwise, we’ll be late,” I cut him off stubbornly before walking into my bedroom to get ready.

There are no further complains or, at least, I can’t hear them when I shut the door behind me.

Some curling iron, makeup and dressing up later, I’m ready. Out of a sudden, I realize how much this actually looks like a date. I don’t want to think that Rebecca has sent us up, but I wouldn’t be entirely surprised either… Although I would rather not to think about my own mother acting as matchmaker: that would be so out of place for her…

However, the gorgeous vampire I have a damned crush with is still waiting for me in my living room, looking quite smart. And there are so many things that I’m waiting for him to say… Things to figure out…

I take a deep breath in, trying to ignore the fact that I am nervous. Not much. Just a little bit. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how fast my heart is beating when I grab the door handle. A goofy smile grows in my lips with the silly thought of ‘having a date with Adam’. Like if this was a high school prom dance and not a fundraising event at the townhouse with all Unit Bravo members, my mother, Major Friedman and la creme de la creme of Wayhaven’s jet set.

Shaking my head to wipe off my silly teenager thoughts, I open the door bravely and step out of my room.

Adam springs up nearly immediately - he is sitting down on the sofa, to my surprise, instead of being perched still by the window. His glass of wine is empty on the coffee table and I don’t know what is more striking: the fact that he has actually listened to me or to realize for the second time how good he actually looks in that tuxedo.

He stares at me with a blank expression. His lips babble something that his mouth refuses to transform into words, although he clears his throat on an attempt to conceal it.

I arch a questioning brow at him, pursing my lips with a grin and pointing at my dress - red, long, strapless neckline... “Now is your turn to compliment,” I tease him, trying to ease the strange tension that is clearly building in my apartment.

And it seems to work because he chuckles and I get the prize of a fleeting sight of dimples on his cheeks.

“You look beautiful, Eve,” he declares, sincere, warm and soft as I’ve never seen him before.

His words make my knees buckle and a stupid grin grows on my lips. And I’m pretty sure I blush at his statement.

Why does the distance between us feel so unbearable? Is it wrong that I want to be closer to him? Is it wrong that I want to kiss him? To feel his skin under my touch and his lips on mine? Is it bad that I want him right now?

And by the way he is devouring me with his eyes, I can tell that he wants the same than me...

I bravely take one step closer towards him.

His gaze hardens. His body stiffens.

Great mistake… The thin spell that is keeping that moment suspended in time, dispels in a cloud of smoke.

Like if embarrassed of his own desires, scared of the level of intimacy our shared moment is reaching or terrified about the possible outcome that this instant could lead into, Adam steps back, running away from me.

Like he always does.

And it feels like an ice storm after the warm moment we have just shared.

“I think we should get going, Detective. Otherwise, we will be late,” he announces, veiled order and escape route well planned within his words.

I deep breathing, half-disappointed and half-amused at his damned emotional constipation, although I can’t avoid cursing him mentally.

C’mon! Who is he trying to fool at this point, apart from himself? It is obvious to everyone and it must be obvious for him, too! There’s something more between us than a simple colleagues relationship.

More than a simple friendship.

I deep-breath and remind myself that there’s no hurry and that I don’t mind waiting. Because I know that, if anything is to happen, it will be worth every minute of this give and take game we are playing.

So, I pull my best smile at him - sweet, flirty and bold at the same time - and I choose my next words carefully by their intended innuendo.

“Whenever you’re ready, Agent du Mortain.”

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[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Chase Collins - Pacify Her (Pt.2)

Characters: Chase Collins x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your co-workers especially the president of the company you are working at has this grudge towards you because you couldn't reciprocate the infatuation he had for you and so you came marching towards your office with a hot head. Shocking you once you saw a very familiar person sitting on your throne.

Warning: Kinda have sugar mommy content? If you squint at it closely. Oral. (Male receiving!) So MUCH suggestive content. VOCAL Chase Collins. Kinda have voyeurism? HEEHEE. VERY DETAILED. PART 2 and I think there's going to be PART 3 when I finally feel the thirst.

Words: 1900+ (Kinda short. Heehee!)

A/N: PARENTAL GUIDANCE MUST BE ADVICED. THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. LOOK AWAY, PURE TATER TOT. LOOK AWAY. (UNEDITED. RAW. PROBABLY HAS LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. SORRY IN ADVANCE!)

PART 1

You grinned, zipping down your skirt and shimmying out of your clothes. Leaving your black underwear and bra on. "You gonna hit it from the back?"

Chase Collins rolled his eyes, acting like a pent up bitch that you oh-so-love.

"You're one word away from having your anal fantasy over, Y/N."

You laughed out loud, however that laughing was ceased once Chase began to act like a dick and held the back of your head, bringing it down on him with a moan as he kept your mouth on his cock, slowly fucking your mouth with satisfying, slow thrusts that hit the back of your throat.

He grabbed onto your voloptuous hair, tenderly moving it behind your ears to clear his vision as he watch you take his dick so well. "Ah," Chase whispered a moan, making you clench. Jesus, it was so hot. He chuckled to himself, feeling so overwhelmed from the feeling of your hot mouth. His eyebrows cinched together and his mouth parted as he continued to fuck your mouth with agonizing, slow thrusts of his hips. "Now, that's a good girl,"

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his bulbous head hitting the back of your throat that made you gag yet Chase was being one selfish prick at the moment and kept on thrusting with ease, sharp hits that made your eyes water from the sensation. He licked his lips, keeping your head in place and you could taste the salty, sweet taste of his pre-cum oozing out, making you hum in satisfaction.

This was what you needed. Something to keep your mouth shut and something to keep your mind off from the stress.

He maneuvered his hands on the arm rests of your office chair, letting your head go and trusting you with your own pace as he panted on your seat, just feeling your slick mouth slip up and down. The muscles on his torso clenching when you gave off another loud hum. His eyes turning black behind his closed eyelids, never giving you the satisfaction to see him with those sexy eyes of his.

He was still having second thoughts about that even though you already told him that he was sexy and hot with it.

His hands were shaky as he popped the buttons of his dress shirt off, hastily untying his navy blue tie and leaving it around the nape of his neck, looking so delicious and hot. Completely disheveled. He knew what you wanted. Chase knew you on the back of his hand and what gets you off. 

Once he popped the last button off, your baby boy was quick to clasp onto your other hand. The one that wasn't playing with his gonads, obviously. Letting it travel and caress his lean, prominent V-line and torso that immediately tensed from the moment your fingertips touched his hot, sweaty body.

You continued to caress his musculine torso, moaning while you were giving him head as you felt the vein probbing on the flat part of your tongue. He was close. So close.

"I'm close," He breathed out of his ajarred mouth, his words coming out as air out of his nose. You heard him whimper, feeding the confidence surging while feeling him writh like a teenage boy. Oh, the irresistable effects you had on him. Your head went up and down, the part where you couldn't reach was answered with a twist of your wrist before satisfyingly sliding up his cock with a pop.

Automatically, you brought your tongue out as you grab onto his reddish, hard cock. Profoundly sniffing on the underside of his cock, making him whimper a little more louder. Never forgetting to give open mouthed kisses right on his gonads that made him lick his lips for the twentieth time.

You give out a long lick, up towards his bulbous head. Staring up at your gorgeous pretty boy who had his beautiful eyes closed. Your hand was quick to catch on, feeling the protruding veins against the palm of your hand as you pumped him in a fast pace, making Chase moan a loud one.

His moan echoed throughout the office, igniting another big chunk of confidence inside you that made you reach out and grab his jaw with your other free hand, grabbing his attention. He fluttered his dazed eyes in slits, squinting down at you with puzzlement.

"Look at me when I give you head," You purred, keeping eye contact with him. Yet again, he whimpered when he felt you kiss his tip. Your fingers tightened around his jaw, mushing his face. Sounding a bit mischievous and dominant. "Show me those sexy eyes of yours when you cum,"

Chase instantly gave a soft nod, instantly submitting like the good baby warlock he was and you dropped your hands against his lean chest. Caressing the hot flesh with your needy palms. He moaned another while intently watching you give his cock some kitten licks. Deciding that he needed more touch and friction, his own fingers grabbed onto his balls, giving them a tight squeeze as you were licking his cock like a starving human aching for a popsicle.

"Ma'am?" Beverly knocked on the other side of your door. Some important files right on her hands. Her voice was blocked out as you were so into the moment that you had with Chase and so was he, yet Chase knew she was there because she felt her presence from the outside.

"Mmmh," Chase voiced out a hushed moan, grabbing the back of your head and slipping his cock in your wet mouth, staring into your mischievous, glimmering eyes as he immediately went in to plunge in your mouth, thrusting up with short, fast pushes that made you gag. "Yes, yes, yes," He moaned out loud as he finally felt him spasm.

"Ah," Chase moaned another, feeling his balls tighten. His release finally threatening to hit him. His face was completely euphoric, and it was enough to get you off. Though, you didn't have the chance to do so because you were basically choking on his dick. "Ughh," His mouth was in an 'o' and you couldn't help but feel the slick, wet juice moistening between your thighs just by hearing his delicious moans that were solely meant for you and only you.

"Ah, fuck! Such a good girl," He whimpered out loud, as he kept his palms on either side of your head. Keeping you there as you finally felt the hot spurts hit the back of your throat, his cum filling your mouth which made you moan in satisfaction.

Once he emptied everything in your mouth, you dragged your mouth off his sensitive cock. Quickly showing your cum-filled mouth to him as he panted against your office chair. His eyes deliberately fluttered open, and the sight of you and your cum-filled mouth made him emit another moan, sounding like he was trying the latter to hear what was happening inside your office.

He knew and he was one naughty warlock. What was new?

"Oh, God." He took your chin between his fingertips, his eyes intently watching your swollen, messy, red lips. "Swallow everything for me, Baby.."

You were quick to swallow, feeling his sticky, hot liquid fall inside your throat and he hummed, his thumb caressing your lips, catching some of his cum that fell on the side of your mouth as he watch you swallow everything. "Shit," He cussed lowly with a rasp, inserting his thumb on your mouth and you quickly sucked on it. "Please keep me with you forever," Your baby boy sighed, mesmerized by the way you sucked on his thumb like a starved human.

"Men say that whenever their girl gives them head," You muttered as a matter of fact, massaging your jaw that was quite sore from his ministrations. Chase's eyes were glued on you, completely mesmerized because you definitely just sucked him like a goddess and he noticed how you were currently feeling with your jaw, "I'm sorry, did it hurt?" He instinctively reached for your face, caressing your jaw with his thumb.

You raise a brow at that. Well, there was certainly a change in his usual rough mood. Blowjobs can really do miracles for a man.

"I'm feeling dandy, but totally unsatisfied by how horny I am," You crawled out from under your office table, standing up with your wet black lacy panties and bra, hands immediately on your hips to show how insatiable and needy you've become from that hot blowjob. Giving your boy the stink eye as he chuckled, "You know I don't just say that because you basically gave me head," He talked, raking your underwear outfit that was displayed in front of him. Again, he was being lucky today.

You were still glaring at your boy and he practically jumped out of his seat, giving you hungered eyes that wanted nothing but to devour you all day and it made you clench. Finally, you thought. You were gonna have it after a long stressful day. "Damn it, Chase. I'm fucking wet,"

He snickered as he strolled towards you, his hands quickly dragging to your hips, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Oh, I know, baby. You didn't need to state the obvious,"

Here's the part 2 that ya' have been waiting for, buddd! 💕 @anxiousamandapanda

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Ogami Banri Appreciation Post

Ogami Banri is the man that represents “10,000″ in IDOLiSH7 and is one of the hardest workers in Takanashi Productions! This is an appreciation post dedicated especially for him since it’s the 8th of September today - his birthday!

(Sources have also been included wherever possible so you can check it out yourself too!)

• Banri is the biggest IDOLiSH7 stan... in their first live, he was the person that held the most glow sticks and cheered the most! He’s waving his glow sticks so high that you can’t even see them anymore... they’re off-screen??? (What a mood though) Tsumugi and Otoharu, you can do better than him... she’s their manager and he scouted those boys You can even see Banri’s support for them from afar!

BANRI’S GLOW STICKS ARE LITERALLY THE BRIGHTEST THING EVER THOUGH??? Excuse my poor circling, I did it on mobile with my shaky hands lmao Anyways, in a Vibrato trailer, you can hear Banri playing “NATSU Shiyou Ze!” in the background! Moreover, his favourite song is an IDOLiSH7 song, Joker Flag! Banri is thoroughly enjoying himself and that makes me incredibly happy

• Banri’s been employed by TakaPro for (more than) 5 years?? That is a lot of dedication and commitment, whereas he also quite willingly does overtime and even became upset when he was asked to take a break. Wow I can’t relate, I love my breaks

Banri has sworn his life to Otoharu and has said several times that he’ll work for the president for the rest of his life (x) #No Retirement For Banri and has called Otoharu an ikemen before. God, TakaPro is such a wholesome place.

Anyways, Banri is an extremely hard worker as his duties include taking care of Kinako, fanclub registration, preparing lunchboxes, accompanying members of IDOLiSH7 when they finish work late at night (x), he used to pick Tsumugi up from school when it was raining (x) and also does many other things. He also manages the official Twitter page! Overall, a very hard worker! I cannot relate in the slightest but then again—

I, too, would like to sleep in a hammock (x). [I believe ’here’ is a typo and it’s actually meant to be ‘where’...? Random guess though]

• Banri’s househusband stats are over 9000! He can cook, clean and he can do hair too! He’s braided his own hair before, and he’s done a few hairstyles for Tsumugi before.

• Everyone loves Ogami Banri - IDOLiSH7, Takanashi Productions, TRIGGER, Okazaki Productions and Re:vale. There’s a huge joint effort to celebrate Banri’s birthday (x). Moreover, Anesagi’s commented that if they were to be wed to someone then it would be a man like Banri (but if they were to fall in love, then they would want it to be a prince... like Nagi) (x). Everyone loves Banri. Everyone. They even started a debate over it (x).

• Banri looks so good?? This lovely man is a combination of pretty/cute and handsome/hot (whichever words you prefer to use LOL). Moreover, he should be #HairGoals for any person with long hair. Look at how smooth and silky it is... must be spending all of his paycheck to maintain it, you know what though, I’ll bet he’s the type that does absolutely nothing to his hair and it still looks as gorgeous as it does

If you somehow don’t like this man’s appearance, I will convince you otherwise. I mean, even Otoharu says “Banri, you’re handsome as always” and Tsumugi goes “You’re beautiful Banri” (x). Experts at (flirting) praising: the Takanashi family

Like all wonderful men, Banri is actually quite dense! -starts sobbing uncontrollably- During her middle school years, it’s been hinted that Tsumugi had a slight crush on Banri (x) while she herself states it was simply admiration (Tsumugi giving out super mixed signals??) and gave him Valentine’s chocolates, but he thought it was out of courtesy (x). He does like chocolate though (Tanemura Arina’s “Re:member” manga Ch1, pictured below) and he also likes making and eating minced chicken lunchboxes (x)!

SPOILERS FOR MAIN STORY PARTS 2 AND 3 (from the game): Not recommended to be read unless you’ve already seen it, or you don’t mind spoilers

Banri is a former idol and he was a part of the original Re:vale! His singing voice has been praised by IDOLiSH7 when he joins them in karaoke and has sang the song ‘Mikansei na Bokura’!

Banri is absolutely merciless - he talks smack about Yuki whenever he gets a chance and will call Yuki “Disgusting” with absolutely no hesitation (x) but Yuki’s so pretty though. Moreover, Yuki literally got into so much trouble that Banri’s bloody desensitized to troublemakers. He thought of smashing a fake burglar’s face in so hard with a fire extinguisher that they’d never be able to go out in public again (x). A true savage.

He says “I’m trained for situations like this” but is that really the case...? Aren’t you just resorting straight to violence...? I mean, the burglar would’ve started the crime first but Banri’s escalating it to a whole different level lololol

Banri was actually quite good at nicknames surprised at Momo’s appearance in the audience, so he was constantly using nicknames to refer to Momo (x)!

Banri Mindset 101: Why use an actual name when you can just give him a nickname based off your impression of him (well he didn’t know Momo’s name at that time so chronology is doing its work)

According to Yuki, Banri is a natural player(?)! Actually, wait, no Yuki, he really isn’t... He’s had several girlfriends but they have dumped him as a result of Yuki, believing he had another woman on the side (x). I can just imagine it rolling out... “You have another woman?!”, “Wait no—”. I would actually want to see that, sounds like an afternoon soap opera LOL Banri did call Tsumugi cute though, but then Otoharu quickly intercepted LOL

Banri is actually very selfless, like to the point where he would severely injure himself?? What a nice boy -sobs incoherently- In case you don’t recall, the light that fell was originally aimed at Yuki. However, Banri noticed the falling light and shoved Yuki out of the way and then became injured in Yuki’s place. The damage has caused a permanent scar on Banri (x), although the position of it has never been revealed. I really do love the relationship between Yuki and Banri though. Even though Yuki’s always getting into trouble and Banri finds it low key, high key annoying, they still care about each other

Banri’s extremely wholesome though?? He states that he likes the current Re:vale more (Momo and Yuki) which is probably indirectly saying he prefers them over the previous Re:vale (himself and Yuki), and is perfectly content with remaining as their fan, rather than interacting with one another like how it was in the past! Banri’s probably also prefers the current Re:vale because he realised he was interested more in the managerial aspect of being an idol, rather than being an idol itself.

Not really too much a spoiler since it’s on the wiki as well but Banri’s the manager of MEZZO��!

I can literally hear this gif?? I can just hear these two beautiful men talking about their stay to Okinawa and how Tamaki’s soon going to devour that fruit sundae

To conclude this appreciation post, have a solemn Banri!

To be honest though, I couldn’t fit everything that was wonderful about Banri and plus I was starting to lag from the amount of content here. The characters are honestly just so good, but if people actually liked this, I could totally create a ‘Ogami Banri Appreciation Post pt.2′.

[squeakthemonkey]

So here’s a fanfiction...

I know i haven’t written in a while things have been... meh. So I have began to write a fanfiction on the game CHANGELING by god one of my favorite games ever. I love everyone of the characters and it’s amazing. 

So if you could be so inclined to go over to @steamberrystudio  who made the  game and support them for their new game (which also looks so awesome) it is such a fantastic community over there and i implore you to have a gander and if you likey... well yea!

______________ So here’s my little story____________

So i just want to say that i have kept as close to the lore as i possibly could, but for anything else please think of it as creative license. 

                          ---------- Cherry blossoms -----------

                                                  part 1

Cherry blossoms.

When ever that woman came in, he could smell cherry blossoms. A lingering fresh smell that the others didn’t particularly seem to notice, or care to notice. But Merle did. It wasn’t overpowering or sickly sweet, but it was getting more and more annoying that every time he smelt it, would be when he had just missed the woman behind it.

She always arrived at a time when he was busy, or not in the room. A near impossible feat she had managed. So naturally of course he needed to know who she was. Though he quickly - and often - had to remind himself it was just idle curiosity and nothing more, he still found himself counting the times he missed her. Noting if there was some kind of schedule or pattern. None of which he found.

Until, one not so special day, he got his chance.

He kept his eyes on the coffee maker as usual when the door chimed its welcome, but also as usual kept his ears trained on his brother welcoming the customers in. Corvin was a good kid, with a good heart, just not very good balance. Having at least one of his senses trained on him at all times helped mostly, even though Corvin always found away to surprise his brother with his clumsiness.

“Oh, hello again, in for your usual?” naturally Merle’s eyes wondered up but with a small surprise he realized he had never seen the woman at the door before. He took the time for her hellos to look over the woman.

She was tall, yet it seemed most of her height was due to heels and she had a surprisingly mature look about her. Her pants suit made her legs look long and she combated the hotter weather outside by wearing a matching vest over her shirt while her jacket was flung over her arm haphazardly. Her short brown hair was tied back though small strands fell out creating a wispy aura around her cheeks and ears. However at his brothers welcome, instead of a business-like impassive greeting, the woman smiled brightly, her young skin radiating off her. She must have been around the same age range as them, she still gave of a strange air of authority.

Yet, as much as her smile was blinding, it wasn’t that which made Merle stop what he was doing. It was her soul. Or at least the Orai that belonged to her. They were amazingly colorful, and buzzing around her, glowing and flickering as if she was surrounded by stars. Flitting around the room and making themselves at home, draping over customers, crawling under tables. The further she got into the room the more entrancing they became. The more he saw the more he wondered how she could survive here - and survive with a smile as bright as she wore. Pine Hollow was a place where Orai were in danger constantly, where the negative energy just swallowed them. How were hers so …alive? As she walked past Corvin he noticed something else.

Cherry blossoms.

At first was the sense of victory, he’d done it, he’d finally seen her. But as fast as it had come it was over taken by the curiosity that she had brought with her. Orai, at least the ones he came into contact with, didn’t usually act like this. The woman just brimmed with… life.

She took a table in the corner by the window, the orai reflecting in the light dazzlingly, so much he almost had to shake his head. Dropping his eyes instead he reminded himself of his mantra. That there was no use for the curiosity, because it would never mean anything.

Besides, he also knew how to keep people away. He was used to it.

 Beth hid her smirk as she dropped her jacket to the chair next to her. She had not missed the eyes looking over her as she walked in. Though she hadn’t expected the brother she always missed, it was an enjoyable surprise. A very enjoyable surprise.

Since she had been transferred here she had felt her energy zapping away, life had a way of moving around her whether she included herself or not and she had long since lost her passion. Though she fought to keep positive it was getting harder everyday; especially as neither side of her work wanted to compromise with each other. She had spent many-a-day glaring at paperwork and devouring as much sugar as she could to get by.

But then, one day she stumbled into The Murder and for once, just once, it seemed like life was going her way. The small cafe though obviously popular had a strange feeling of home and nostalgia, the calmness took over her her nerves and the day didn’t seem so bad any more. The delightful drinks warmed her skin and she actually felt energized enough to go back to work with a smile.

Corvin, the sweet boy, brought a smile to her face as did the other brother - who she now realized must have been a twin - had served her over time, yet there was one she always seemed to miss. One, she had heard from the jovial boys, was always asking after her for some reason or another. When ever she had stepped in the boys would look to each other and laugh, in on a joke she didn’t quite get. Even the waitress here, Kaya, had made a comment or two about notifying them.

“So,” The blond boy came up to her table, almost bounding into another table, which was luckily empty. He shook it off naturally. “How are you today, Beth? Looking particularly good if I must say,” He grinned bearishly.

“You say that like I don’t look good everyday,” She grinned back at him. He gasped in mock surprise.

“I would never!” He handed her the menu. Beth’s eyes narrowed but there was no malice there. Corvin laughed and cast a small look over his shoulder, he too hadn’t missed the look.

“Damn, Bran wins the bet.” He huffed dejected and lowered his shoulders without losing any of his positive energy. “We were wondering how long it would take for you two to meet.”

“Oh, you talk about about me?” She flashed her teeth.

“He he,” Corvin shuffled on his feet for a moment. “Sort of. like Merle asks something about cheery blossoms, and we sort of decided to mess with him a bit. Lonen told him you were six foot tall body builder with a penchant for cherry hand sanitizer.” Though Beth wasn’t quite sure what to make of their schemes she found herself laughing along with him anyway.

“Maybe on a good day, we all have our hobbies,” She nodded her head.

The chime of the doorbell interrupted whatever he was about to say. Having already been scolded for talking for too long to Ally who had popped in earlier Corvin wisely decided to go to the table before Merle could speak up. He gave her a another grin before leaving backing into the table and profusely apologizing loudly.

Beth looked over the menu, but the warm memory of the vanilla latte she had the other day called to her instead. As she wondered is she was hungry, another set of footsteps approached the table. Forcing down the blush she smiled up at the new face.

“It seems you’ve made quite the impression on Cory; he’s clumsier then usual,” he motioned over his shoulder to the boy, but his smile was only proud… and perhaps a little annoyed. She looked over her new server as he had, daring enough not to hide it either, she cocked her head to the side.

“I hope its a good impression,” She kept her eyes on him. “Heaven forbid I ruin our introduction,” Her voice dropped a little when she saw his eyes sparkle a little. If he was anything like his brothers, he wasn’t exactly going to be shy, and hell, she liked a good game too. Though she wasn’t a stranger to flirting, she wondered how far she could push it. She had always been bold, with her ability lying or playing around was incredibly dangerous, flirting and flirting with the truth was a challenge she couldn’t resist, especially when someone had looked at her the way he had.

He saw her game dance around the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he responded. “But, don’t introductions come with names?”

“Hmm, given where we are, how about a trade? Name for a name?”

“Sounds fair,” She turned in her seat a little and lent lightly against the edge of the table. He felt the laughter grow in his throat as he spoke.

If he was going to play, she reasoned, she may as well go all in. She looked over him once again. As flirty as his words and looks were, he wasn’t a open as he seemed. She had seen this before.

“Ok, what do I trade to have a coffee with you?” With an pleasant surprise his eye brows raised showing off more of his gorgeous eyes and the natural smile turned into a sly grin.

“Well,” he drew the word out and sucked the air between his teeth. He shouldn’t push it, he reasoned to himself. It wasn’t going to lead anywhere. His curiosity about the woman made her different. The Orai, the confident flirting, all of it tugged at him. Still he found himself leaning down a little to level with her. The closeness of his magic testing the air around her, flushing her skin, he was still searching for his answer. “What to you have in mind? My breaks are far and few, to sacrifice one…” he lead off but it only made her smile more.

Beth only chuckled. True, the ball was in her court but his closeness was an unexpected move, most men found her forwardness somewhat intimidating  

“Well, I’ve been told I’m veeery good at palm reading, perhaps I could read yours while we drink? I’ve had one of your vanilla lattes, they are to die for.” Crossing her knees casually as she waited for his answer. She didn’t want to give up, after all he wasn’t unresponsive. If he was genuinely uncomfortable she would stop immediately, but he played along well. His eyes twinkled again a she bit her lip in contemplation. This was intriguing, Merle narrowed his eyes, the Orai buzzing around her again, each smile made parts of her soul dance. She had been around magic, he could tell that much. Not a witch, Esper maybe? With a mockingly defeated grin he gathered her discarded menu.

“Ok then,” he agreed. “I’ll be back with your drink in just a moment,” She nodded her head turning back so her legs were under the table. When he was out of sight she allowed herself to breath the deep breath she was holding back. Holy crap. Beth patted her cheeks that should have been stinging with the amount she was smiling. Was this even real? Her hands fluttered around her hair and and her clothes, half wondering if she had enough time to run to a mirror. But she shook her head to herself. No, her confidence had got her here she would hold on to it.

This was going to be fun.

---------------------------------------Part 2 coming soon---------------------------

So there it is. :D

[brattywriters-anonymous]

I’m Never Wrong

Erik x Reader story

Warnings: This story is really long. I’m warning you now. Smut, SoftErik! RedeemedErik!

32 days before Christmas

I gotten in from work pretty late tonight. Working on all of these damn briefs and defenses so I can be case free for the Holidays. Erik hates when I bring work home so I always either don't or I hide it and work in the office when he's out or sleep. Tonight, I chose not to bring it home. The slave ship that is Lawman & Sholtz Associates got fifteen hours out of me today. It's almost 11 PM and I just want a glass of wine in my bed. I walk into a dark foyer and an even darker living room. Erik is usually in there playing Fortnite or Battlegrounds, cursing out little nine year olds on live. This is the quietest my house has ever been since we moved in six months ago! It's truly been an adjustment living with N'jadaka Stevens-Udaku. He is the noisiest, nosiest, grumpiest roommate I've ever had!

That's including my law school roommate, Phoebe. She never liked having company over, same as Erik. She was hella territorial over food that we both bought, same as Erik! They both even have a mean snoring problem. I'm pretty sure if I could find the damn girl and let them meet, they would hit it off they're so much alike!"

Babe?! You home?!" I yell out, silence. I dropped my briefcase, coat, and keys on the floor so I can lose my uncomfortable ass heels. "I know he better be home tonight! He knows it's our.." "Baby! I'm back here! Bring yo ass, woman!" I quickly shimmy out of my pencil skirt and blazer down the hallway. I just know I'm in for a long night tonight. It's our three year anniversary. It's also been two years since I almost lost his dumb ass, tryna chase a throne with nothing but rage and oppression on his heart.

"Hey bae, I'm ba--" FAP! A sharp slap landed on his right cheek, he couldn't even react to it before he felt a jab connect to his left one. "You got some fucking nerve coming back here! Six months N'jadaka!? You said you would be back in a week or two! How the fuck did that turn into six--fucking--months!?" My last three words turned into three more punches. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and used his other hand to push me against the back of the door. "Look baby, I'm sorry. I went to Wakanda and shit went left, okay? I beat my cousin in ritual combat, I thought I killed him. I was about to send the vibranium weapons out to our wardogs and come back to you. Then, he returned. All hell broke loose and.. I died." My eyes grew wide before I could open my mouth to scream he let go of my hands, "Dont! Hear me out, Y/N. I died. T'challa stabbed me in my chest--" He lifted up his shirt to show me the mostly healed wound. "--I told my cousin if he was gonna lock me up, just let me die. Bury me in the ocean. I guess he chose not to lock me up and he saved me. When I came to, he told me that he bought the old apartment building my father and I lived in and made it an outreach resource center, that it would be the first of many.. That he needs my help in running. Even though it's a small step in the direction of progress, it's a step. I gave Cha my word, I'll help him. But I had to come here and explain myself to the love of my life." I shook my head in disbelief. In disbelief of the entire story! How do you die and come back? Can vibranium do that? Wait. "I'm your what-now?" He smirked and kissed my neck gently, "You're the love of my life. I love you, Y/N." I've never heard this man tell me he loved me before today. He's always tip toed around saying it. Even before he left for six months, his last words to me was, 'I care for you so much baby. Swear I'm coming back for you. On my parents. You coming back home with me.' His stubby finger swiped across my cheek wiping the single tear that fell from it, "I'm sorry. I love you." He embraced me as I cried in his arms, "I love you, Erik."

I get to the doorway to be met by pink candles trailing to our master bath and rose pedals spread throughout the layout of our room. Who's cleaning this up? I approached the door frame to see my fine ass man in nothing but a towel, accompanied with two flutes full of champagne. "What is this?" "This is for you, gorgeous." He hands me a glass and I gladly take a sip, I been waiting all day for this. Bollinger Brut Rose, my favorite. I moaned at the bubbles hitting my nose with that sweet aroma. It's what I imagine what heaven must be like. "I been waiting on you to get this bath started. I didn't want the water getting cold so.." He starts filling up the tub as I tell him about my day with these colonizers stressing me out, I thanked him for the lunch and edible arrangement that he sent me. "You ate it all, didn't you?" I raised my eyebrows at his question and throw back the rest of my champagne, "Mhm. You know I love chocolate covered strawberries!" He beams at my response, "Good thing I got two dozen and kept the other one here!" He pulls out a dozen of the delectable fruit on ice. "God, I love you. Have I told you that?" He shrugs, "A time or two." I laugh and jump up, "The bath!"

--

We settle in the bathtub with our refilled glasses and strawberries on hand, then he grabs something else. It's pretty dim in the bathroom so I really can't make out what it is. "Any more surprises, lover boy?" I tilt my head backwards to see his boyish grin as he nods and holds out a ball. "I went to lush." I gasp and squeal "You hate that place baby!" "I know! I wanted to make tonight special for you. I know I ain't always the best. I'm not the happiest camper in the woods all the time, but you put up with that shit. You always make sure I'm as happy as I can be. So I'm tryna make tonight as special as possible for you. For us." I turn myself around to face him and give him a long, passionate kiss. This is single-handedly the best anniversary ever. Especially considering the first was the worst, the second was when he finally came back from Wakanda and that one wasn't any better. He's really making up for that. He breaks our contact, "Damn baby, you gon make me drop it!" "What did you get?" He pondered on the question, "Uh, I told the lady it's our anniversary and you love the place, I told her what smells you didn't like and she gave me this..She said its a..sex bomb I think." I shake my head, "Oh, so you tryna really get it poppin' tonight, huh?" "Hell yeah, Y/N. You thought you was getting away with what you did this morning?" I look up to the ceiling in deep thought, "I'm sorry, I do not recall." He nudges me, "Oh, so you don't remember how I woke you up, told you you were moaning in your sleep--" He drops the bath bomb in front of us..as it starts to fizz and the Jasmine aroma releases, he starts caressing my outer thigh, continuing, "--and that I could help you out with that. You let me get you out your pjs, and just as I was about to eat you like my last meal--" He stops to kiss my shoulder, I let out a whine, "Your alarm went off for work and you pushed me off you." He takes a strawberry and devours it whole, sucking all the juice out directly in my ear, making sure I could hear it. Then without moving, he whispers, "You don't remember that baby?" I bite my lip and my eyes darted back at the sex bomb, it's still fizzing. Turning the water to a beautiful lavender hue. "It's coming back to me.." He feels me closing my thighs together, then he places one hand between them, prying them back open. "Nah gorgeous, we not doing that tonight. I already called your job after you left. You not even getting out of bed tomorrow unless you coming in here, let alone going to work. I called out for you." His finger grazed past my clit as he said it, distracting me, I let out a muffled moan. "Damn..this bath is working. Otherwise I'd be curs--ooh!" Erik takes his other hand to wrap it around my neck and firmly press against that spot that makes me wet every single time, "You not cursing me out, you gon thank me tomorrow for how I'm about to tear you up tonight. You ready for it, Y/N?" I nod, words are completely out of the question while he's giving me this euphoric feeling. He huffs, "Imma let you slide this time gorgeous, but you know when I ask you something, I wanna hear an answer." He releases his hold, "Right?" "Yes sir."

"Good. Good. Now, back to these." He feeds me a strawberry, "So, remember our first date?" I burst out into laughter, "How it was about to be our only date, yes!" "Aye! I told you I was late because--" "Yeah, yeah. Because you robbed a museum and you almost got arrested but the cops lost your tail. I thought you were bullshitting." "I wasn't though. I had to make some bread to take you out." I sank deeper into the warm water, "You lucky you're a charismatic SOB, I had all intentions of not giving you a second date." "Look at us now. Living together, you partner at your firm. I'm running the Wakandan outreach center. We living our dreams." He gave me my glass and held his up to mine, "To three years, and a million more." Our glasses clink and I threw my second glass straight back. "Oh so you tryna get it poppin' tonight, huh gorgeous?" I roll my eyes, "Since I'm off tomorrow, hell yeah."

--

We get out of the bathtub and we're practically all over each other. Lush outdid themselves with that bomb. We barely got ourselves dry with the one towel we had between us as we stumbled onto our California King. I straddle him as his hands find their placement around my hips. I hungrily kiss him, occasionally licking his soft bottom lip and pulling it in with mine. He lets out the most beautiful moan I've ever heard in his deep tone. I swear, I can't get any wetter than what I am now. I kiss his outer jaw then whisper close to his ear, "Happy anniversary, baby." I trail kisses back down his jaw, to his neck. He hands move from my hips, through my scalp, running his fingers through my hair as he felt a slightly sharp pain of my bite. He cooed as I left two nice sized hickeys where he likes to be kissed the most. I make my way back up to his lips as I'm grinding into him, he's standing at full attention at this point. He starts mirroring my movements while his fingers are still entangled in my hair. He breaks our kiss and whispers, "So beautiful." I whisper back, "I love you." 

As he opened his mouth to return the sentiment, I grabbed his hard member and dragged it across my dripping slit. His mouth hangs open when I drop down onto it. I bottom myself out as I rock back and forth on him, I just hear 'Ah' over and over as I go each way. I occasionally roll my hips around as he hisses and grabs my hair with full force. My lips go back to his ear, "You like that baby?" I can tell he's biting his lip because I hear a muffled moan come out as I roll my hips around again, "I love it." I kiss his lobe as I groan at his hips crashing into mine. I place more distance between our lower halves, moving up and down on his glistening member. As his head continuously grazes my g-spot, my tone rises. He removes his hands from my hair and return them back onto my hips as he crashes into me harder, making sure to keep the same pace. "Right there, Y/N?" I groan through my answer, "Yes! Right there!" The harder he crashes back into me, the more incoherent my moaning becomes until my voice goes into a falsetto and my first orgasm flows out onto the both of us.

"Ride it out baby, keep going." I'm shaking as my body is trying to give out but his words give me the strength to hold myself up to keep bouncing on him. At this point I'm only hearing the smacking of our skin as we collide and his voice saying my name over and over again, motivating me to keep going. I feel my thighs quivering as he continues hitting my spot, All I could let out was a group of yeses, one higher than the other until my second orgasm surprises me and leaves my entire body quaking. He holds himself right on my g-spot as my walls contract against him, my fluids splashing down my inner thigh onto his pelvis. "Shit, Y/N. Hold up." He digs his hands into my hips and rolls himself on top of me. Once my orgasm finishes washing over me, he starts digging me out like he's on a mission to do it again. He takes his turn to lean into my ear, "You wanna cum again baby?" I yelp as he bottoms me out, holding it there, "Yes!" He pushes himself further up, "Yes, s-ir!" As he almost completely pushes himself out, his hands snake back around my neck and squeezes tight. I become displaced again, the only sense I clearly have left is hearing and I hear myself struggling to groan loudly, splashing, and him yelling my name again. He eases up around my neck and I come back to. I look down and our lower halves are drenched, Erik is looking at me with his eyes halfway shut as he confesses, 

"Baby, I love you so much! You feel so.." I felt my walls involuntarily close around him as I shiver, "Ahh..damn you feel so good." I pull him down to me. Now, we're face to face. He slows his pace all the way down, but the intensity is still present. We're kissing each other through our coos and moans, we both feel my third orgasm creeping up on me. "I love you Erik." I look him in his dark eyes as mine release tears of joy, he wipes one side of my face as he kisses me, slowly pushing in and out of me, "I love you too, Y/N. You're everything--I could ever ask for. I can't be without you. Ever." Erik kisses me again. I open my eyes and I see his fingers fiddling with a ring. I gasp and cover my mouth as more tears are coming down my face, "Marry me. I'm asking you to make me happier than I've ever been. I'm asking you to go through life's ups and downs with me, as one. Marry me, Y/N."

I hold my left hand out, "Yes N'jadaka. Yes!" He places the ring on my finger and I tightly embrace him. He quickly reminds me what we were doing before he asked me to be his wife, pushing himself deeper than he's ever been. I gasp as my nails embed themselves into his muscular back. He pulls back out of me then back to that same spot. I hear a squishing sound that makes me jerk back, he presses back on it making me scream, "N'Jadaka!" he moans in my neck, "Say it again." "N'jada-- ohh!" He drills into me again and again back in that same spot as my orgasm unfolds right then and there. I spill out, more than I ever have before, splashing the sheets, myself, and him. The more he keeps pressing that spot, the more I cum. He huffs out as he lets himself go. We're both shaking and holding onto one another. As he's shooting into me, I'm shooting out on him. He collapses on top of me as we drifted off for the rest of the night.

--

Six days before Christmas "That's everything?" Erik zips up the third suitcase of mine as I'm looking around my room mentally checking off everything that's in my bag. "Yup. That's it." "You plan on leaving me?" I look in his direction, puzzled. "What?" He stretches his arms out over the three large suitcases I have verses the one duffle bag he has. "You literally packed for three people." "No I didn't. Ass. I have two suitcases of clothes, we're gonna be there for two weeks! The third one is for my shoes and toiletries." He shook his head, "This is about to be expensive as fuck." He's right about that. We're going to Toronto this year for Christmas and New Years. My parents moved there about three years ago after my youngest brother moved out. We've never been there so I don't know what to expect weather wise. "You got your passport Erik? We don't have time to turn around if you forget it." He holds two blue booklets up, "I got yours and mine, now lets go." -- WELCOME TO PEARSON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

I hear over the intercom, my eyes are squinting at the bright lights. Erik and I are hand in hand as we navigate through the busy airport looking for baggage claim. We finally find it and with that we find my parents with a big sign reading, "The Stevens" I cover my face in embarrassment. My mother squeals "Y/N! My baby!" She grabs me up and hugs me really tight, rocking me left and right. "How was your flight?" "A nightmare, ma. Seven hours of the same toddler screaming, people coughing in my personal space..I'm tired. Can we go to the house now?" She nods, "Okay baby. Hello Son! How are you?" He hugs my mom, "I'm good Raina, I was tryna keep her comfortable for the entire flight." "You know how fickle Y/N is about packed flights." "She hates it." They say in unison. "Aye! Enough ragging on my daughter. We both hate crowds in cramped spaces! I'm glad you made it out here to see us, lovebug." My daddy kissed me on the cheek and gave Erik a firm handshake, "It's nice to finally meet my son-in-law to be." "Likewise Mr. Y/L/N." "Call me Wallace, or dad." They both smiled at the informality. 

-- We settled into my parent's house quite nicely, and damn is this house nice. Five bedrooms, Seven bathrooms. A Spacious back yard, a minibar in the living room, the kitchen with white appliances and white marble counter tops, the island in the center. They even have a wine cellar for their vast collection of wines! This is truly their dream house. I'm so happy for them. As a retired physician and banker, they really made their dreams come true as empty nesters. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, like I couldn't swallow my saliva. I shook my head and forcefully swallowed. Not thinking much of it, I head to the kitchen where I bump into my brother, Jordan.

"Hey bighead! Wassup?" I nudge him, "Shit, tryna get some water if you'd move!" He steps aside, "My bad. Daaayym! That must cost a grip!" Jordan grabs my left hand, "Nice. Where's my bro anyway?" I point upward, "Upstairs sleeping, we're hella jet lagged. Where's my sister?" Jordan married Daisa last year, she's expecting their first child in February. "She's in the office, talking to dad about plans for our nursery. You know he's hella excited to be a pop pop." I giggle at the name, "Why don't grandparents ever wanna be called grandpa and grandma?" He shrugs, "I don't know.." "Because we're not old." My mom slides in the kitchen from the wine cellar. She slaps Jordan's hand, "You better get a coaster for that cup! Wash it when you finished, too!" "Okay ma! I'm going to check on Daisa anyway!"

I sit on the island as I gulp down my bottled water. "Have ya'll thought about any plans for the wedding yet, baby?" mom sips some of her Cabernet. I shake my head, "Nah, we've just been so.." "Engulfed into each other that you haven't thought about it?" We laugh at the same time, "What can I say? I really love him, ma." "I know you do, baby. You've been glowing since he asked.." She takes a sip, then continues, "Speaking of glow, you know I dreamed about fishes the other night." My eyes instantly rolled at her phrase, my mom being from Florida, she always has these superstitions. The fish dreams are always on point though. She dreamed about fishes last year, Jordan and Daisa found out they were pregnant. Three years before that she dreamed of fishes, my oldest brother Stephan got his fiancee Joyce pregnant. I shake my head at her, "Maybe Daisa is having the baby early." "Girl, she's carrying too small, that baby is just fine in there until February, maybe even March. Erik has been sleep since you guys got here four hours ago. Jet lag, my ass." I then thought about how my older brothers were before they knew their women were pregnant. The Y/L/N tradition always stood, the woman may have some symptoms, but the men always carried the sleepiness and the over eating. It never failed. My dad gained a total of fifty pounds thanks to the three of us.

Last week

Erik had been staying late at work all week, Friday is finally here and I decided to take a half day and cook his favorite. Fried chicken, brown rice, gravy, collards, and cornbread.  He finally got home as the collards finished boiling down. "Hey babe, whatchu in here cooking?" "My baby's favorite!" I sniffed the aromas from the foyer "Y/N, you want something don't you?" I shook my head as I fed him some greens and kissed his olive oil ridden lips, "I just wanna take care of you tonight. I know you been working late this week, So wash up and get ready for dinner." He pulled me in for another kiss as he smacked my ass, "What about dessert?" I giggled, "Nigga. You get dessert every night. Tonight ain't no different." He stretched his arm out and pulled it back to him, "Yes!"

--

I look at him dumbfounded as he devours his meal like he just got home from prison. Erik is eating everything at once, smacking obnoxiously and moaning. "Is it good?" He nodded as he continued smashing his plate. 

SNAP SNAP! "Y/F/N, Y/M/N! Are you here?!" I blink out of my flashback and swallowed hard, "Uh..yeah. Yeah. I'm here. Uh, I'll be back." I run upstairs to our room and closed the door. Almost out of breath, I drink the rest of the water in the bottle and pull my phone out. I immediately pull up my period tracker app..

Day 38, you are six days late (Pregnant?)

Oh, No. I start pacing around the room. Erik and I never talked about kids. He's awesome with the kids at the outreach center, but those are school aged kids. I've never seen him with a baby, baby. I'm still out of breath, I look over to Erik, his eyes are fluttering..shit, he's about to wake up.

DING DONG!

I hear Stephan's annoying ass scream out, "Food's here!"

-- Silence falls around the dinning room table, nothing but forks hitting plates can be heard, with an occasional sip here and there. I look to my left to see Erik smashing his plate once again, which is putting me off of my food. "Son, have you eaten today? You okay?" My dad asks as he passes Erik the box of takeout. "Blink twice if Y/N is not feeding you!" Stephan jokes as Jordan laughs with him. Erik finally slows down, "Oh, nah. I haven't eaten since breakfast. We had a long flight. I guess I'm really hungry." He looks to his right, lightly headbutting me, I return a nervous grin. "So, I dreamed of fishes the other night!" The entire table groans out except for mom and Erik. Stephan objects, "Man look, it's not us! Joyce is on that ICU thing!" She quickly interjects, "It's an IUD, stupid. I'm not pregnant, Raina. We might revisit the conversation in a year or so, but there's no fishes this way." Joyce holds up her wine glass and throws it back, confirming. I gulp down my sweet tea, which is tasting quite nasty, but I had to get this food down one way or another. My dad looks over at Jordan, Daisa yells out, "It's only one in here! She's not coming until February!" "Maybe March!" My mom interrupts, then winks at me.

Like clockwork, the entire table looks at me and Erik. Erik is still looking confused at the entire conversation, "What's dreaming of fishes about?" "Bro, it means swimmers been swimming! Soldiers been marching!" Stephan throws out the ridiculous figures of speech. Erik looks around the table again then his light bulb turned on, "Ohhhh!" He laughs and goes back to eating, "Nah. If Y/N was pregnant, I would know. Ain't that right, baby?" I laugh with him, "Yeah! Mhm." Everyone shrugs it off and my dad changes the subject to Canadian football. I scoot my chair back and dismiss myself to the upstairs bathroom. That tea really threw my entire meal off, I feel myself heave as I'm climbing the stairs, I shake my head trying to shake off the feeling. Then I heave harder, feeling my dinner come up. I run to the bathroom and made it just in the nick of time to reach the toilet.

"Y/N! You okay, baby?" My mom's voice echos through the east wing of the second floor, I'm still throwing up..not able to answer. She leans against the doorway of the bathroom and smiles at me from the mirror, "I'm never wrong." I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

--

Three Days before Christmas

The past three days have been torture. I still hadn't bought a test to confirm or deny mom's allegations. I'm scared to know for sure. Even though I'm sure I am, especially since I throw up every night after dinner, and my mom meets me at the bathroom door with sparkling water like clockwork. Saying the same thing, "I'm never wrong." I cringe just thinking of the way she says it. So arrogantly, like she knew all along it was me. Even before I thought it was me!

I slept in this morning, I woke up around half past noon and went straight to the kitchen. The men of the house cooked a continental breakfast that blessed the entire house with it's great aroma. I was the last significant other to get up for breakfast, so as tradition stood, I had to set the table. "I'll help you sis." Daisa waddles over to the drawer where the silverware was as I went in the pantry to grab the tablecloth.

I fan the cloth out over the table and Daisa follows, laying down the forks and spoons in front of each chair. "You ready for my niece to get here?" She sighed deeply, "YES! Ready is an understatement!" I giggle as I grab the glasses from the china cabinet. "Girl, If I could have her now, I would! She keeps kicking me in my damn ribs like she hates me!" I shake my head as I felt a sharp cramp on my side, I paused as I hold myself where the pain is, "It is you, isn't it?" I look up at her and shrug, "I don't know." She smiles at me, "There's nothing to be scared of, Y/N. That man in there loves you. He's been gawking about you all morning! 'Y/N just made partner at her firm! Y/N is a better cook than me! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.' His world revolves around you. You two will make great parents." Somewhere in the middle of her saying all of that, I start crying. She shushed me as she pulled me into her, "It's okay love. Whenever you ready to find out, we'll go to the store, okay?" I nod as I wipe away my tears.

-- Christmas Eve

"Alright guys, We're going on our last minute Christmas shopping spree! We'll be back--" "Whenever we get done spending your caaaash!" Joyce interrupts my mom as we all laugh out the door. We spend our car ride to Eaton Centre singing along to all the nineties girl group hits. Mom finally finds a parking space and we arrive in the crowded mall. Mom pulls out the directory, "Let's see here, I have to go to the J. Crew to get Wallace his sweater." Joyce joins in, "I have to get SJ his iPad Mini at the Apple store." Daisa links her arm into mine, "I'm done with all my shopping, so I'll just go where Y/N goes." Mom hands me the directory, "I guess I can get Erik this watch he's been talking about from Top Shop." "Alright ladies, We'll meet at the food court at four for lunch!" We all go in opposite directions to our destinations.

"You know, there's a pharmacy in here too?" Daisa says as she's looking through each display window we pass. "Oh, really?" She nods, "There's no time like Christmas Eve to know, Y/N." I sigh and throw my arms up, "You're right. Let's get this watch first." We finally reach TopShop and the store is almost packed wall to wall. We pry through the crowd to the accessory section where I find his Rosefield black and gold watch with a black snake skin-like material band. N'jadaka loves black and gold. I love the way it looks on him. He looks so regal, as he should, since he's Prince of Wakanda and all. Daisa and I waited in the checkout line for almost an hour, but I got the watch, She asked them for a large gift bag, I was about to object before she put her hand up, "I got this. Don't worry about it." "Excuse me!" I stop a girl who looked like she was a local, "I'm sorry, I'm visiting from out of town, do you know where the Pharmacy is?" She nods and says, "Go down this way, down the stairs, make a right, It'll be past the Victoria's Secret." "Thank you so much. Happy Holidays!" She returns the sentiment as Daisa and I walk past her to our new destination.

Daisa and I come to the conclusion to buy three ClearBlue tests since they were the easiest results to read. It was fifteen minutes until four so we buy the tests and make a beeline for the food court. We pass the Starbucks where we find Joyce at the front of the line, she grabs her caramel macchiato, "Do y'all know there's a different word for sneakers here? The barista kept saying, 'Nice runners' I'm like, 'I'm not running nowhere!'" Daisa and I look at each other and bust out in laughter. Mom finds all of us with mad bags in her hands, "What are we eating?"

-- We finally get home around six, the boys are yelling in the living room, we all look at each other and say in unison, "They're drunk!" I hid Erik's present in our room and put the pregnancy tests in our bathroom drawer. I hadn't taken them yet, I was waiting on my mom and Daisa, but her words rang in my head 'no time like Christmas Eve to find out..' I grab one test from the drawer and urinate on the stick. I place the top back on it and put it back in the drawer. I go back down in the living room where my family sat around the TV watching football. My fiancee watching with his lips tucked, dimples poking out, and an egg nog sitting in between his legs. His eyes meet mine and he sets his cup aside, patting in the space for me to sit. I lay against him as everyone else is heckling. His lips connect to my scalp, "I'm tired babe, I think I'm gonna go down early." He rubs my arm, "Okay baby, I'll be up in a while." I nod then get up and look in Daisa's direction, she winks at me tells Jordan she has to use the bathroom and we both go upstairs.

We get to the second floor, "I took one." "What did it say?" I shrug. "I took it and put it in the drawer." My mom nudges us, "Well, go find out!" The few steps to our bedroom feels like a thousand, I peer down to my hands, they're shaking and sweating. Daisa holds my left hand, my mom holds my right, "No matter what the test says, You'll be alright. You're loved, not just by Erik, but by all of us. You're good." My mom flips the light switch in the bathroom. I open the drawer with the used test in it, I grab it and squint my eyes at the results

Pregnant ☺(7-8)

I drop the test, as it hit the tile my mom picks it up and smiles, "I'm never wrong."

Christmas Day       

Babe.. Babe..Y/N. Wake up! My eyes flutter at N'jadaka's voice, "Hm?" "Merry Christmas, baby." He holds out a box. I rub my eyes and sit up, "What is it?" His lips collide with mine, "Open it." I claw at the top part of the box, "What is it?" He helps me, it's his father's chain. "I thought, I'd give the person that means the most to me, the thing that means the most to me." He pulls out the chain and places it around my neck, "The ring, is made of vibranium. It's totally impenetrable." I pull him to me, "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses my forehead, "I love you too, Y/N." "Y/N! Erik! Time to open Gifts!" My mom calls us from downstairs.

We watch as SJ opens up his gifts from all of us, He got all of the clothes, toys, and games his little heart desired. As he was distracted by his new Audi toy car, the adults opened their gifts. Stephan got Joyce and upgrade to her engagement ring. Joyce got him season tickets to the New York Giants games. They only agreed to give each other one gift since they splurged on SJ. Mom got dad private chef lessons from the sous chef of Gordon Ramsey's restaurant, a few sweaters and ties, and a trip to Dubai for next Christmas. My dad got mom two new charms for her Pandora bracelet, an iPhone XS and a Caribbean cruise for the end of summer. Jordan and Daisa agreed to open their gifts when they got back home, they figured traveling with the gifts would be a hassle at customs. 

Daisa waddles out of the living room when Erik hands the rest of us black and purple envelopes. I open mine and it reads:

"You are invited to the union of N'jadaka "Erik" Stevens-Udaku and Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N in matrimony at the Royal Palace of Wakanda on the eighth of June in the year of Two Thousand and Nineteen... Erik.." 

"Baby. I know you said we would plan a wedding, I've been planning it for months. T'Challa and Shuri helped, I got your parents blessing last summer over the phone." "So that's why you welcomed him with open arms?" My parents held each other on the arm of the couch, "Mhm." "Now, all I need is you, your dress, and your answer. Will you marry me, in Wakanda this summer?" 

Daisa waddles back in the living room with the large TopShop bag and a box. "Open your gifts." He stares up at me, puzzled. "What's your answer?" "My answer is, open your gifts." He opened the box first, it had his watch in it, which had a note at the bottom. As long as time exists, you'll have me. Love, Y/N. Erik looks at me as he takes the tissue paper out of the bag, he sees another note, "you'll also have me.." He digs through more tissue paper to find all three tests at the bottom of the bag along with a onesie that says, "Arriving August 2019" Erik stands up with his mouth agape, "You're pregnant?" I nod, "I am. So we may have to reset a date after August." He pulls my arm until I crash into him. I look up into his tear filled eyes, I've only seen him cry like this the first time he told me he loved me. I wipe his tears away and kiss him over and over again until his lips break out into the largest grin, "Y/N, I love you." "I love you more, N'jadaka." Everyone crowded around us in cheers as my mom admits again, "I'm never wrong."

--

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Chapter 29-Willa and the Magic Hour

Hi Lovely People! I broke my laptop yesterday(I swear I’m clumsier than Mr. Styles, yikes) so today’s chapter is late! I hope it’s worth the long wait....

I am so grateful to @dirtystyles for lots of things, the beautiful banners and this week especially the youtube playlist of a live Harry Styles by Harry Styles in HQ.

@nocontrolforlouis makes these bitches comprehensible!

And last, but never least @bleedinglove4h is today’s kween-she knows why(WHO THE FUCK IS KAREN)!

Also-thanks @gucci

"Harry!" She stage whispered. Jo needed enough volume to get him to look up, but was afraid to disturb his visitor.

He was seated on the steps of a country estate that had been converted to some sort of museum. They were both such dorks, that the thought of living out some Austen fantasy appealed to them. Must be why they worked so well. It was why they had chosen to make their way there on day three of Lake Country life.

Zoe had had different ideas. When she had zoomed through the art hall, the official gallery, like a Tasmanian devil, or at least, like a child whose mother had never taken her to a museum, Jo decided they had better try out of doors until she was a little more tuckered out; and that they should take Zoe to a museum. She was a bloody artist for fuck's sake, as was her boyfriend, and her daughter had never been into a museum, gallery, or even her studio very often. Zoe was only 3, but it still seemed a huge oversight. One to be remedied. Once they let her run wild they could try the gallery again. Hopefully she would let Harry carry her.

Outside, Harry had encouraged Zoe to play a game of tag with him, which had turned into hide and seek. From the smoothness of the transition, Jo suspected their outings to the park went similarly. She was behind a pillar when she heard an excited high-pitched squeal.

"Look at the tiny piggies mummy!" The noise might have been the animal, but Jo suspected it was her kid. Not the goats nearby. Zoe was beside herself and had no concept of her own volume. So the piggies in question had quickly scuttled off to their unhappy, grunting mother.

It was funny, or it seemed to be to the man accompanying them, who was bent over at the waist cracking up at Zoe chasing the piglets and then being chased by the mother pig. Zoe found it funny too, and had giggled then about faced and chased down the pig who squealed and ran away. It looked like an innocent version of Benny Hill, without all the misogyny. Jo's smile was unsinkable.

Zoe had set off to find the scuttling pig and babies and Harry had gone the other direction. Since her boyfriend was ostensibly an adult, Jo want after Zoe.

The duo had subsequently found the lambs and spent a good deal of time watching them. Jo then found out how to get Zoe to calm. Holding little ewes on her lap. She held still and whispered. It seemed to have a compounding effect. As Zoe sat with the lamb on her lap trying to be calm for it, she got calmer and calmer.

That seemed to be the effect this little escape to the Lake Country was having on all of them.

Harry certainly looked calm.

He was lounging in baggy trousers on some steps near a fountain. The day was sunny with that cool warmth of early summer, hinting at heat, but only flirting with discomfort. Harry looked like the daydream he was. His head was cast back and his eyes were closed, sun woshipping. This was probably why he didn't seem to notice the kid, the literal baby goat at his elbow. The sun on his face and the kid at his elbow was too bucolic to miss.

Jo had snapped a picture and then immediately tried to quietly get his attention. She imagined the picture would be cute, but that Harry would actually like to experience the magic moment for himself.

He needed it, he had been off since Jo got home on Sunday evening.

When she and Zoe got back from Bath almost a week ago, Jo'd texted Harry to let him know they were nearly home and safe.

He'd been in the kitchen when they got in. The kettle was bubbling and he had a piece of toast out for Zoe. Jo tried not to give her fruit this late in the evening due to the sugar and had recently had to slow down her cheese consumption. Otherwise, her Stilton bill would be ridiculous. Toast it was lately. Harry had adopted the new rule, because he used to have strawberries out for her. Zoe's favorite.

"Hey baby. Tea?" Harry had greeted her with the question. She expected him to hoist the kettle and grin, but instead he walked over to her and wrapped a hand around her and buried his face in her neck.

He breathed her in and held on. "Miss me?" was what she asked. Jo figured she'd get the actual reason for his affection soon. Once they were ready for bed, and wrapped around each other and the few fetters he kept on his tongue were loosed. He loved to whisper in the dark.

He just nodded into her neck and held her tighter. Her arms came up around him in response. Shoe would wait him out. That night though, he hadn't been chatty. The love he'd made to her had been slow, reverent and almost nostalgic, which troubled her. Harry'd insisted they lay on their side, and he'd held her hands the whole time. He'd spoke I love you's against her skin until she couldn't keep her eyes open.

The next day, Harry and Jo hurried about to get the car packed and ready for their trip. The night before, cuddles and a movie on the couch had seemed a wonderful idea, until the morning presented all the things left to do. The small tent, one of Zoe's very own, for the second half of the trip, after Jo had her fill of room service, was easy to pack. Getting the two-person she had stashed in the attic, was not the same. She'd fought the spiders and won though.

It was still one in the afternoon before they got on the road, and stopping for lunch and later, ice cream, meant they had an hour to get in their hotel room, get dressed and deliver Zoe to the in-house babysitters the inn had, to make their reservations. Jo was nervous, but Harry reminded her of all the reviews she'd read. Plus, it was her idea, a date, out in the world, for his graduation.

Harry loved to have her on his arm, and the black dress she'd surprised him with was cut lower than usual, and his eyes lingered and loved the extra inches all night. He'd been more interested in visually devouring her than the French food on his plate.

The lucky thing was that Zoe was asleep when they went to pick her up. And she'd stayed like that on Harry's shoulder up the stairs. The little girl had stirred when she was laid down, "Mummy!" had been called and feet kicked, but Jo only had to lay with her for ten minutes to get her back to dreamland.

His touches had lingered that night too, she was wondering if he should take a picture of her collarbone for all the studying of it he'd done.

"Are you going to paint it?" She'd asked when she couldn't stand his pace any more, was rubbing her thighs together and pulling his hair at the roots.

"I might, but I think I've just decided it's my favorite part of you.

Jo was still deciding her favorite parts of him when they settled in at the lake. It had taken hours to make camp and Zoe was invigorated by the air. She may as well have wings.

It was really late by the time the three year old fell asleep. The moon was full and brilliant overhead, so bright it kept her up. Zoe had been riled beyond belief. Harry had spent much of the day bear hunting with her and Jo found that she just had to sit back and laugh as they re-enacted the song several times over. Zoe delighted in the tunnels they found and that Harry would slither under fallen trees with her, no matter how dirty he got.

They were such a sight, and the facilities so far away, Jo was at a loss.

"You're such messes! How will we ever get you clean?" She picked through Zoe's ever growing hair. It was thick and growing in waves, her baby curls cut, but the texture still gorgeous and thickly wavy. The color has changed too, darkening. It would lighten with the summer sun though. Jo recalled Harry's baby picture from his senior year of college slideshow. He'd once been a blonde too. Jo sighed wistfully at the similarity and then laughed at herself for even considering such a thing.

If they found a surrogate, in a few years, what would their children look like? How long would they stay blonde? Or would genetics surprise them both. Her wandering mind was called back to Harry answering her question.

Harry laughed at her, "That's easy enough to fix!" And he shucked off his t-shirt and Zoe's dress and carried her down to the water. They splashed and Harry threw her over and over.

Zoe's giggles were fitful and loud and carried. They sailed on the air straight to Jo's heart.

Before she could help herself, She took of her own cover up and ran down to meet them.

Zoe swam back and forth between them until Harry declared her proficient in freestyle, backstroke, and improving on her breath stroke.

Then they had had foil packed potatoes and roast. The energy Zoe took out of the s'mores Harry made them had her bouncing for several hours. "Mummy dance with me!" She'd called as she flitted like a nymph around the fire and Jo had got up and ran to her.

They fire danced like lost boys.

Zoe had dropped 20 minutes ago. Talking a mile a minute then not at all. Jo was sure she was just as tired, and she was laying in the sleeping bags Harry had zipped together when she heard him calling her.

"Jo, c'mere, I want to show you something." He sounded like he was near the water, his voice echoed off and bounced like waves.

She realized why when she got outside- he was exactly as she expected him to be, his feet being lapped at by the gentle lake waves. Jo was just in hi cuts and a plaid, so she followed suit and came to him on the shore, she needed his body heat anyway.

"What did you want to show me?"

"The moon, my Eve." He circled behind her, hooking his chin over her shoulder and pointing to it. "Do you feel the pull?" He looked at her sideways.

Jo looked from the alabaster orb in the sky to the pearls of his teeth. "Yes, but not to the moon." Harry was her little bit of Eden.

"Good." He smiled and walked her to where her knees were just covered before sitting at her feet.

He mouthed over the cotton of her underpants until she squirmed before pulling them to the side. It was almost better through the fabric, almost.

"Harry," her neck was already rolling back from the licks he was giving her lingual crease, he'd switched between the two. And despite her words, her feet had widened to accommodate him and her swelling center's attraction.

"What if Zoe comes out?" She found the power to say. Protest was too big a word.

"Let's turn around. You can tell her you were bathing. But she'll sleep."

And he gripped her ass and bathed her with his tongue, and she was baptized by the moon and his love more than the water.

She still bit her palms to stem her cries, even if the woods and water would be the only ones to hear them. He dove deep into her and drew out her happiness. When he told her she gave him a taste of Eden too, she believed it. This was paradise. And it might be where she got to stay. She'd sacrifice to do so. The cost wasn't counted yet.

It was the most carefree he had been since they arrived. The weight he wore cast off into the lake like a net.

The next morning, she woke up to chirping birds and Harry awake and smoothing hair off her forehead. She'd nodded off the night long before she heard the scruff of his feet together. Jo was tired from camping and romancing. From a family vacation; the first she'd ever had like it.

Times were lean when she and Ethan had been alone against the world. They had mostly only gone to London or to the sea if she could scrimp together the funds. Then, she took him to Spain once. To Barcelona and Madrid and finally Mallorca the first summer she was at the university. His eyes liked to bug out of his head at the girls on Spanish beaches. He was in his first flush of manhood.

He was a real man now. Or so she told herself when she had moments of concern about her relationship with Harry. It scared her still that being with her was giving something up. For both of them.  We're you o my doing something right if in love if you were scared out of your wits sometimes?

He looked like he thought so too this morning. His tender brow was creased and he had weights on his tongue. But love filled his eyes.

"What's it, lover?" She scrapped together her courage and asked for the first time. She'd been hoping to stay in Nirvana, but avoiding a thing didn't make it go away. The morning light was soft, light and he was beautiful. It wasn't harsh or abrasive. That would have been more fitting.

Jo had been letting herself believe. The fall for him had been undeniable. She hadn't so much let that happened as been unable to stop it, like stemming a tide. Believing in their future though, against all of their obstacles, that she had let happen. As each dominos stacked against them had fallen away instead of on top of them and he had thrust more options into her hands, made more promises, shared more hope, she'd decided they may be able to do it. That people would accept them, even Ethan, if they saw them together. They were at their best when loving each other. Jo liked herself better with him.

Even as she opened herself up and ran into possibility, she'd always been waiting for a stone to fall the other way though, on top of them, or between them to divide.

Harry's face looked like he had the stone to drop. It was especially cruel today. After the week in the Lake District. She knew something was wrong when he had come to her after she got back from Ethan's, but she hadn't pushed and was excited about the trip she had planned for his graduation celebration. She wanted to have the escape with him.

But pretend time looked over.

He waited a long beat to answer and traced her face with his eyes.

"I got into a fight with my mum." He swallowed, "A few hours before you came home on Sunday."

"What about?" Jo asked, though she knew the answer.

He swallowed.

"About me?" She supplied and he nodded.

He sat up and pinched his lip. Jo took it as a good sign that he didn't turn completely away from her. "She asked me flat out. I'd gotten into it with Gemma and was talking about her boyfriend being a wanker when they left. I don't like him. He's not good enough for her. That is so clear to me. It's also why she missed my graduation." He swallowed.

"It hurt your feelings?" She put her hand on his arm.

"Yeah, she didn't want to come without him. So she missed my graduation. And I told her I was disappointed and she told me I was spoilt and didn't know what it was like to be in a relationship, so I couldn't know why she wanted him to come with her. And that she came later." He sighed. "I told her I did know what it was like. And that it would have meant a lot to me." Harry picked up her hand. "They left when I said I didn't like him, in front of him. My mum looked so frustrated at me."

"I'm sorry you fought with your sister, but you said you fought with your mum?" She was a little confused.

He bit his lip. "I was ranting a bit, about Gemma and Kip, stupid name, and how Gemma made horrible choices in men. And my mum said something, under her breath like, about me not having the right to criticize someone's love life." He breathed loud. "So I asked her what that meant, and she point blank asked me if I was sleeping with you."

Jo's breath caught. She knew Anne knew. The way she was, so guarded and watchful, it was clear-plus, mum's intuition.

"And I, well, I'm." He tried to get out.

"You're a terrible liar." Jo admitted.

"I tried, a bit, but she didn't believe me. I didn't want to lie anyway. And then she, well she started in on you. And how she couldn't believe that you'd be so predatory. And I...." he hung his head. "I told her it wasn't like that. That we weren't sleeping together, but in love and that I chased you and you tried really hard to leave the attraction be. Ran like the wind, but that we were like magnets, or the moon and tide or something and she scoffed."

Jo felt miserable for him and her. "How'd you leave it then?" She was wondering how long until he chose his relationship with his mum. Like he should. They were so foolish to think they had a chance if anybody knew about them.

Harry was nothing if not a surprise.

"I told her I didn't want to fight. And that she didn't know about us, but that I was serious about you." He looked at Jo then. "I kissed her head and told her I loved her and respected her but that you were my choice, and she could accept it, or not, but I'd appreciate the chance. And I left."

Jo rubbed his shoulders. He loved his mum. Was a mumma's boy. "Have you, have you spoken to her?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you." He turned to her. "I'm not sure you are ready, but can we please," he blew out a breath. "Can we please go talk to her when we get back?"

"How long have you been waiting to ask me about this?" She squeezed his shoulder. "All week? Love, we're supposed to share things that are heavy, the load is lighter across two backs."

"I, I know, I just thought." He looked down then up. "You had these plans, for us, for me." He bit his lips into his mouth like he was trying to button the truth in. "And you're always so scared, of just this, and it's like you thought. Not like I did. I thought my mum would trust me."

"She does Harry." Jo put her head on his collarbone. "She doesn't trust me."

"She will, when she sees us together. I know it." He was hurt, but always so certain. "On the way home, I'll text to ask if we can have a meal together." He rubbed his hands up and down her back to comfort them both. "Where would be best love? Our place, a restaurant? Neutral ground?"

Jo thought about it, "I want to say in public, so emotions won't get too strong. But, maybe we should give her home pitch?" Jo bit her lip. Harry must have been able to feel it, because he pulled back and looked at her and used a thumb to release the tortured flesh.

"She just needs to see that you're what makes my world spin round and round." Jo gulped. Yeah, he made her twirl madly.

"For how long?" Jo croaked. This was the part that made her heart sink to her belly and beat fast at the same time. When, where, what would be too much?

"What do you mean?" He smoothed her hair back.

"How long until people staring at us, and your mom being mad, or not having a relationship with her, or me wrinkling up, how long until I fall off your axis?" Jo, well, she'd recovered before, but wasn't sure she could this time. Just 17 days felt like torture.

"Jo!" He breathed and wrapped his thumbs around her ears, lifted her head to him. "I love my mother, but you are my choice. And she loves me, and we want a relationship, so she will have to learn to respect us, our future." He looked frustrated but cracked a grin, "and has anybody looked sideways at us this week?"

"No, I guess not." She cocked a glance at him. "Harry, I don't want to ruin your relationship with your mother." Jo shook her head. "I don't want to even change it!"

"Change is..." he rubbed his forehead against hers. "Like time, it's not going away. She and I will be ok. I will be ok if we are." He sighed. "And you act like this is temporary for me, but I've told you. Right, I want your tomorrows. Stop waiting for me to leave and be with me!" It was one of the most brutal tones he had ever taken with her. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, you know I do." Jo closed her eyes and sealed her promise with a breathy kiss.

"Then let's enjoy this day in the sun." They both looked at the muted light through the tent. "Or the mist, and go home."

"Ok. When will you talk to your mum?" Jo untangled herself from him and stood. Zoe was quiet in her tiny tent, but Jo wanted to see her face.

"When we get home. I'll call her." He sighed and then found a well of happiness she supposed. "I'd really like to spend a day with you ladies here, where it's beautiful and not worry about anything." He dimpled at Jo and she loved all of his parts, even the ones he didn't like so much, the ones that needed attention and validation frequently.

"I think that sounds lovely. How do you want to start, graduate?" She scrunched her nose at their inside joke.

"Well, Mrs. Robinson," they both laughed under their breath at the joke she'd started the day they got to the country. "Since there is no pool for me to lounge in, I think I'd like to just lay here with you and stay warm until the nymph comes to find us."

"Done." She lay down and opened her arms to him. His hair lay in curls on her chest and the color was similar enough to her own that could see herself as lady Godiva, hair to cover her revelations. That would be a funny picture, maybe she'd pitch it to Harry when he was stuck next time. The joke painting prompts usually led to something amazing.

"One more serious question?" It was easier with his face buried in her armpit. "How long will you be able to go without talking to your mum?" She wondered how Ethan would fair in this scenario.

"Not long, and she probably won't cut off communication, it's not her style. But she will be quietly disapproving and you'll be uncomfortable when we see her, maybe always." He nuzzled in. "So I'm hoping we win her over. You're charming." It tickled when he talked there. "See, I've got you giggling!" He looked at her and smoothed her hair back while she smiled at him. He just kissed her sweet and lay back on her chest and wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that until the light brightened.

Jo looked out across the field to where Harry and Zoe were playing tag and finished setting up the drinks they'd gotten from the only grocery store seemingly for 20 miles. She was amazed that Zoe was in such a mood. She'd woken up grumpy, harrumphing into their tent complaining about being hungry and cold. Jo had pulled her into her arms and used her hands to create friction on her miniature biceps.

Then they had gotten up and around and made a store run. Zoe was not excited about hanging nearby her mother and kept taking off for the end of the aisle, the next aisle, the meat counter. Thankfully, the store was small, a collection of seven aisles and Zoe was loud, plus there were two of them to keep track of her. She was constantly afraid of the looks she and Hary may garner. In such a public place, but both here and at the restaurant the first two nights, when they'd stayed in town, there had been none. Harry's 'I told you so' smile could only be kissed off his face.

In any case, she and Harry were able to keep Zoe in eyeline, and get the picnic shopping. Jo had been sad it was their last day, well sad about reality intruding, mostly.

It felt like time though, when Zoe had a fit in the middle of the tiny grocery store because there was no Tesco brand juice. It wasn't Tesco, so of course there wasn't, but that was not a sufficient reason for Zoe. Jo loved her tenacity, but somethings were simply not possible right in the moment. When she was like this, there was no comforting her. In a few minutes, she would pick herself up, fold into Jo and in an hour she'd say sorry. But right now her emotions were too big for her little body and surely her vocabulary.

Her fits had gotten better as she got older once they had rounded the six month mark on three. That stopped Jo cold. Then so had she and Harry. Six months. That was both a tiny amount of time, and a life changing chunk.

She walked over to Harry then. He was a few feet away, and Zoe was not quite finished Jo could tell by the tenor of her cries. He rose his eyebrows at her.

"We've been together six months." Jo looked up at him, in a day old t-shirt because he hadn't packed adequately and his skinny jeans, hair scraped up in a bun.

"I know." Harry looked confused by her outburst, and she glanced round. People were probably staring, the five people in the general store. Maybe at Zoe, maybe at her, usually at Harry.

She didn't care.

Jo planted her mouth against him and kissed him for god and Cumbria to see.

His smiles for the rest of the day shone like a mega watt bulb, Like the ones the photography students used for over exposure. Made sense, that's what he wanted and what they would get, exposure, openness. It was a desire he alluded to or named often. The first dinner they went to her held her hand conspicuously and sat next to her. Mine.

The food was ready, and she was just about to call them to eat the picnic, but when Jo looked up, Harry was looking back at her. The hills around him were bright green, and his eyes were glowing kelly at her. The food would wait.

Jo got her legs under her and the feeling of the wind rushing passed her face, Zoe's fleece slipping through her fingers, and Harry catching her when she thought she'd gotten away was like freedom. Being let out of a gilded cage. One she had put herself in.

It would be alright. They'd make it, she told herself, while she watched him drive them home. Home he called it. She wasn't ready to move him in, but, "Will you keep your place while you're abroad?"

"Haven't 100% decided I'm going abroad." He glanced at her before checking Zoe in the backseat where she colored, and then back to the road.

"What percent are you at?" Jo missed him already, and they had six weeks to fill if he went. He had to go.

"Odds are 85 in favor."

What's the other 15?" She knew the answer.

"The other 15 will miss the creases on your face in the morning so much that I'll get kicked out for painting only them." He reached for her hand. "But I was going to move my stuff to mum's. Figure it out later, might as well save the money, or use it to see Canada, ya know."

"What if you moved it into my place? And we figured it out when you got back, if it and you should stay there." Jo lurched forward. "What are you doing?"

The car pulled onto the slim shoulder and he put the car in park and liked to pull her over the gear shift with his hands on her face.

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" He spoke against her mouth.

"Sort of. In 8 months time." She tried to shrug, but he kissed her again. Fill of emotion, but no tongue until Zoe laughed and a car honked.

"Then yes, I'll shack up with you." He was giddy.

"After Montreal!" She said

"Or Venice."

They were both so excited they were vibrating. The hours until Zoe went down felt long and Jo put lavender oil in the bath and on the soles of her feet to gentle her to sleep.

Harry was waiting at the foot of the stairs. "Harr-" he cut her off with a lip lock that felt like he'd thrown away the key and jumped her onto his hips. He was full of desire, but not the kind she was used to, the charge that made it nearly impossible to stay away from him, or not kiss him, or stop watching him work his hand over his cock.

This felt like a brimming, an effervescence, where champagne spills over the lip of a beautiful piece of glass because someone was too excited to pour carefully.

Her bedding wrapped around her and she sighed at the soft landing. His naked chest rolled her t-shirt against her stomach and his hands pulled it over her head. She'd quit her bra when they got home and he quit working her neck when he got her breasts free. He was moving fast and she expected him to keep at it. But then, he stopped. His hurry evaporated in the warm room and he inched up the temperature by slowing his pace to a snail's crawl. Not an inch of her bust or belly or pelvis went untouched. The soft trials of his fingertips, the touch that made her gasp every time, was enough to set her skin on edge and her pores to open. She was sweaty by the time she was begging.

He started to move lower, pulled her plaid pants from her hips and mouth descending into the v her legs made.

"No, need you inside, Harry!" She'd reached between their damp skins and clutched his velvety cock. Too ansty to please, she stroked once and collected the precum, before notching him into the seam of her body.

"Fuck!" They both gasped and her hand slicked the cum onto his bottom lip to lick off with him a moment later.

The rock and rock roll of him into her was giving her a fever. "I'm burning up, lover." She swore repeatedly.

"I'll cool you down, baby. Just hold on." Harry trailed a hand up her hip to grasp her shoulder underneath. The round roll of his hips had her reeling like a topspun ball.

Jo cast her head back, the first time she had broken eye contact with him since they began it seemed and called his name. "Har-Harry!" He groaned in response and when she opened her eyes again, his green didn't catch her focus, not like it did always, but the yellow light near her door.

There stood her son. And his body was backlit, like he was a ghost.

"Ethan!" Jo startled.

Harry must not have heard her where his head was buried in her neck.

'You're fucking my mum?' she expected Ethan to yell, but instead his voice was wet and thin, it amazed her she could hear it over Harry's groan of completion.

"Har-Harry," his voice hit a familiar hitch, "how could you do this to me?"

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Colours  -Part 2-

Jackson Whittemore X Jen

Requested: yes

Plot: Every single soul sees in color until they lose the hope of finding a soulmate. 

Word Count: 2,949

A/N: I'm still struggling. Sorry, but here the second part to colours. I know it took forever and I'm truly sorry. Also only most of this is edited, not all of it. If you are younger than 13 please don't read my works, mature content.

part 1

 It’s been a week of hiding out in my apartment and that day had become unspeakable. Avoiding life’s reality became my new routine, even if the voice deep down inside whispered ‘Snap the fuck out of it. That’s your damn soulmate.’ I never did,  It wasn't known as logical in my anxious working brain.

I replayed every step of that day in my head over and over again. The moments of my heart having a panic attack in my rib cage. The way Jackson’s now blue eyes sparkled, vibrantly, and the way I dashed off from him and away from my favourite café. I was scared, I was overwhelmed. If I’m being honest I thought I would never find him. As the horrid thought started to settled in ,he suddenly rolls up out of fucking nowhere.

I was startled, like a spooked horse from a gunshot. 

In my mind there was nothing else I could do, I believed I was destined to level down for less. I was wrong and it happened incredibly fast, one minute I was okay with only having a soulmate. The next, I was facing my true soulmate, In my mind everything was unfolding too fast.

The anxious and eager knock on my apartment door threw me out of my strangling mind. I settled the chip bag I was devouring just seconds ago, down beside me. Grabbed a hold of the remote, pausing the Disney picture on the screen. Searching for a clearer sound of who decided to disturb my depressed peace. 

Jen don't ignore me, I left you alone for a full seven days. You know rule number three. I bribed your co-worker to cover your ass, so I better get a thanks because it wasn't easy. Also I know your in there, I could The Little Mermaid playing before you paused it. I mean where else who you be, lets be real.” Monica yelled through the door, only coming out as a loud murmur. Though I could hear every word perfectly fine.

Rule number three:

If something emotional or personal happens to the other. Leave them alone for a whole seven days, then you can act like a psycho . 

Rule number Four..

I sighed loudly rolling my eyes to the back of my head, I yanked the comfortable blanket from around me. My seven days are up and I'm not too happy about it. I’m glad Rule number three wasn't made any longer, because I don't think I’d ever go back to reality if more days were added. 

once the Seven days are up it’s time to let reality flow again, no matter the conditions. Within those days on vacation from the real world my house has turned into a disgusting hibernation cave. 

Turning off the T.V I scooted my butt of the couch and towards the door to let my crazy bestfriend inside. I pushed the door in a little bit with my body before turning the dead bulk and swinging the door open. 

I had to admit she looked different, maybe it was because I’ve always saw her in a colourless state. Or that she actually did change within the days we haven't seen each other. Her hair now a dirty blonde, almost reaching a light sandy brown. Her eyes a dull grey with  small hints of blue specks. Monica’s skin was peachy with a tinge of a tan, flawless like the rest of her. 

“Whoa” The word was shared between us. like and echo through an abandoned house. I faintly smiled at her, I didn't know what that meant. “I never thought I’d see you again.” Monica spoke defiantly sensing my confusion. 

“I know the colourless me was almost like an alter ego, a depressed alter ego that hid me under multiple layers. That Jen is a distant memory now... God I missed your ass.” I spoke understanding where she was coming from. 

We’re both captured in silence before colliding into each other’s embrace. My arms wrapping around her neck as her’s circled around my waist. I breathed in relief, god I missed her more than I would of liked to admit. We stayed into each others arms, taking this moment all in. Without her. I couldn't see a life without her, She’s my sister.

“I missed you too.” She mumbled but I heard her clearly. I started to pull away while she continued to talk. “But I knew you needed the time and space to gather yourself again. And of course rule number three.” Monica said light heartily. 

“Yeah I did and I’m ready to return to my life, clean my apartment. Go back to work and when I’m ready, I’ll find him at the cafe down the road. And Jeremy is a sweet guy all you have to do is tell him that you already have a soulmate. He’d understand.” I smiled at her, happy to have her back.

“It’s okay you can tell him for me and while you're at it tell him I’m a lesbian too.” We laughed together at her comment. Jeremy was a dork and so damn clueless, but I couldn't ask for better co-worker. 

Monica obviously chose to stay over, helping me clean up the pig’s den I’ve been currently living in for the past week. I truly don't know how I survived in this filth, it was absolutely disturbing. After taking my beats pill from the bathroom, Monica played her music an we began our cleaning marathon.

We danced and goofed around, having fun and making the most out of it. With her anything can become fun, she was that kind of person. Though through the process I heard a lot of ‘Holy shit you’re so disgusting’ or ‘I think you’re brother came to visit early’ which got boring after the first ten times she said them. 

But what can I do, I love the girl. 

waking up to a clean and quite atmosphere felt refreshing for a recovering mind. I remembered just days ago, I woke up to a loud TV playing something from the Disney Channel.  I didn't usually fall asleep watching T.V, but when I do. I’m mostly likely not feeling the best and always something Disney. 

Disney is my comfort blanket bringing me back to my childhood-self. Guarding me from the adult world that happened to be my reality. 

I tapped on my Shawn Mendes playlist from my phone for it to be heard from my Bluetooth speaker. I loved the way Shawn’s voice soothed me to a calming state that felt so unbelievable. Gathering myself in the shower today felt different, maybe it was the first time in forever I felt like my old self again. 

The cold water cascades down on my body waking up every tired muscle and cell. feeling more refreshed than I’ve felt in a very long time. It was amazing. My hands slipped all over my body, once they reached my left shoulder blade they slowed. Feeling the soulmate mark embedded into my skin, rough and texturized. I could the shape at the tips of my fingers, it’s a simple leaf. 

what’s the meaning behind it, there has to be a reason why it’s that, right? My mother and father share a poppy on their wrists. They say they know what it means, but didn't want to tell me till I found my soulmate. Now they can, but I don't think I want to know. It’s their mean I didn't want to intrude. 

I had gotten out of the shower and began to get ready for the day ahead. somewhere deep down I could feel this day is going to change my life forever. 

Pulling my olive green bootie on I said goodbye to the cat and I was out the door. Hoping that they give me enough courage to enter the café that my soulmate was employed at

To relief stress from taking controlling of my body,  leading me back to the apartment. I lost myself to my workout playlist, finding the beat and slightly dancing to it. Surprisingly it felt amazing, my spirit felt free and happy.

It wasn't long before I found myself standing in front of the beautiful café. Removing my earbuds with a quick yank I stared at the café’s big words. ‘The Black Rose’ The place I adored and happened to hold my mate hostage. 

One thought crossed my mind, why haven't we made eye contact sooner? I mean I have been going to this coffee shop since I moved here. I think I've seen him a few times before, but no eye contact. It seemed weird, almost unnaturally strange. 

“Miss are you going to go in or stare at it like you're banned from it?” A smooth and gentle voice flooded my ears. My head snapped to the source, a little boy, no older than thirteen. “Um-.” My words got caught in my throat, I must of looked deranged just staring at the sign. 

The boy smiled at me sweetly before walking forward and opening the door. Still the smile stayed as he held the glass door open for me. There was no chance for me to deny him now, especially with those brown puppy dog eyes. Brown was a gorgeous eye colour, But blue seemed to be above it. 

I looked around quickly, not catching anyone who had saw my strange staring. I return his bright smile as I walked in , “Thank you, you're such a gentlemen.”  words spilled out before any thought. “Of course, my mom taught me to be.”

I was a little amazed at his manners, because I’ve bumped into teenagers around his age before. They didn't have anything close to what he had, rude, anxious little demons. This boy a pure angel with his adorable smile and politeness. 

“Than she was doing something right.” Was my last words to the young boy, my mind no longer distracted. My mood changing from happiness to determination, it was now or never. 

This is my soulmate, nobody else's.

This is my life, nobody else's 

I walked my strong path up to the barista having one thing on my mind. I need to talk to Jackson, not even worrying, if he was working or not. 

 Melting brown eyes stared into mine, “Is Jackson here?” I asked breathless, his name just rolled off my tongue like it was the most natural thing. Amusement showed on his face. his one eyebrow lifted, as if testing me like I wasn't worthy. 

“And who are you exactly?” He asked carefully, 

“His soulmate.” With those words the guy’s head was over his shoulder immediately. “Jackson!” He hollered loudly and waited. My heart pounded hard in my chest, this was it. I’m going to see my soulmate, actually see him. 

“Yeah?” His husky voice muffled behind a door. My mind slipped out of confidence, this was a terrible idea. What was I thinking, I obviously wasn't!

“There’s someone here for you.”  

Well it’s too late to back out now. remember, now or never. 

“I’ll be a few seconds.” 

You know never seems like the better option.

The barista’s head whipped back towards me, “Tell him I headed outside, thank you.” I spoke before walking towards the door. Outside I glanced down at a broken crack in the pavement, it felt strange, in a perfect world nothing was meant to be broken, maybe bent, but never broken. It reminded me that this world was far from perfect. 

“Listen,” Jackson’s voice wavered, I turned around startled by the way it had affected me. Seeing him forcing his vibrant eyes to the ground was confusing. He took a deep breath before continuing. “Last night was a complete and utter mistake. It was only a distraction, not an attachment. Honestly it didn't help like I thought it would, but it cant happen again. I have a soulmate...” He trailed off.

It took milliseconds to put two and two together, he slept with someone else to forget me. it didn't work, but my soulmate had sex with another women. I didn't want it to hurt, but god did it ever. Like a rope wrapped it’d self around my heart and pulled until it  cut into two. It was a bloody crime. 

My throat grew to a throb as my eyes stung as tears lined my eyes. Fuck it hurt. “I know because she is me.” I choked my words out before turned my way back home. My hand clutched towards my mouth trying to stop my sobs. 

“Shit.” Jackson mumbled under he’s breath. I heard his feet charging after me, I wanted on of those unnatural cracks to open up and take me under. It was too late, Jackson hooked his hand in mine. Tingles erupted and made their way through my body. Making my mood change rapidly. He yanked me back and towards him.

My free hand made it’s way under my eyes and wiped my warm tears away. My throat’s throb no longer in tact. “Wow you're breathtaking.” His tone dreamy as I raised my eyes to his blue ones. 

I’ve never seen anything more memorizing than the shade of blue in his eyes. His perfect and sharp features, his skin having no flaws. He was perfect and couldn't be more blessed. 

“She really meant nothing, It-” 

“Stop, Jackson, I know.” I said softly. 

“God your voice sounds as if you stole it from an angel.” he said in the same tone as before. It made a giggle erupt from my chest at the way he said it. “I think you just took my breath away.” He spoke seriously as his expression was blank. 

“Jackson I think we need to start again if you want your slip up to be left behind.” I slide my hand out of his as my rational thoughts came back to me. Regretting it because I was know missing how his physical contact made me feel.

“Okay, well at least I'm on break.” He said lifting up his wrist and checking the time. “I have thirty minutes, now walk a little ways down the sideway.”  He directed. I smiled with a confused expression I started walking backwards, “And why exactly I am I doing this?” I asked him still looking into his vibrant eyes, I don't think I could ever get tired of that color. 

“You wanted to start over, so we are. You’ll come walking back, distracted my your phone or that cute dog across the street..” I whipped my head to the other side of the street when he said ‘cute dog’ and there was in fact a beautiful dog. 

It was a white German Shepard, It was almost like I was colourless again. except the colour of it’s fur happened to be brighter. I had spotted it’s light honey coloured eyes once it glanced in my direction. One beautiful creature. 

“Jen” At the sound of my name rolling off his tongue I mentally purred. I loved the way he said it. I turned towards him pulling my lips inward as I got distracted before I was meant to. “Sorry.” I laughed out. 

He rolled his eyes but nevertheless his smile remained. “anyways. you’ll get distracted and ill bump into you. Its an easy plan should go easy.” He said and at that moment I realized he was being completely serious about this. I know it wont be that hard to fall in love with Jackson cause I already adored him. 

I did exactly as told and bumped into him, my shoulder pressed against him and the sensation of sparks had me gasping. I dropped my phone that I used for my distraction, Jackson held onto my waist and skillfully rescued my phone from hitting  the cement flooring. 

A sly smile made it’s way onto his lips as he said “My bad I didn't see you there.” I wanted to laugh because this was already planned out, but I kept my act on. “It’s fine I wasn't watching where I was going.” I responded back. “A beauty like you shouldn't have to.” He spoke out. I couldn't help but feel the blush creep up my neck. 

“The names Jackson and I think I just found my Soulmate.” I giggled slightly at the way he said it. He handed me my phone back after I watched him save him number into my phone. 

“Jen,” I smiled up at him as he pulled my body closer, “Well, Jen Let me take you out for a cup of coffee.” 

I frowned and loosened  his grip on me, his face fell just slightly. Just the reaction I was wanting. “I don't do coffee.” I spoke with a vaguely disgusted face. 

“What are you talking about? The day I met you. you had a coffee with two sugars and two cream. and you have the audacity to say you don't do coffee.” He spoke in some kind of rant. I rolled my lips in to stopping my laugh, But I knew I couldn't hold it in as I raised my hand to my mouth and laughed. 

“That wasn't funny.” He said through gritted teeth playfully. He captured me into his arms and squeezed my to his chest as I continued to laugh. It felt as if we’ve know each other our whole lives instead of a few moments.

Jackson still held me in his arms as our giggles began to diminish in the air. his hold on me loosened a bit and I enjoyed the moment we were in before he had to go back into work. 

“Yes I’ll have coffee with you.”

“You didn't have to say I already knew.” 

[hekate1308]

Another Today, Chapter One

Drowley this time around. Witch!Crowley, Familiar!Dean. Enjoy!

“How nice of you to grace us with your presence”.

And that was exactly why Crowley had not wished to come to the Coven meeting and wouldn’t have, if his mother and her familiar Abaddon hadn’t insisted on it.

“How could I possibly miss out on seeing my Supreme?” he snarled, despite knowing better.

Lucifer, in his not at all humble opinion, was the worst Supreme he’d ever seen, despite or maybe because Rowena fawning over him.

The Supreme raised an eyebrow.

“You might see even more of me when I finally go into politics”.

The assembled witches laughed, and Crowley wondered if he was the only one who’d realized that their leader was not joking about his ambitions. In the past few years he’d suspected more and more that Lucifer didn’t just want to rule the witches in their State, but regular humans as well. And the last thing he wished was for him to have even more power.

Most of that had to do with his familiar Michael, as Crowley well knew. Now and then – not often – a witch and a familiar fit together so well that their combined power put a nuclear reactor to shame, and sadly this was the case here.

Crowley shot the dog sitting at Lucifer’s feet a glare. If he had ever been tempted to find a familiar (which he was not and had never been) he wouldn’t have wanted a snivelling, obedient creature to bow to his every whim. What a boring existence.

It was impossible to say what breed Michael was even supposed to be. Bulldog? Terrier? Shepherd’s dog? All of the above?

In his head, Crowley called Michael a hell hound.

He’d have liked to know what his familiar was supposed to be before he bonded with them, thank you very much.

But then, he didn’t want a familiar. He didn’t need anyone in his life for a longer period of time than a night, thank you very much. And if he needed power, he could always ask Abaddon or Fiona, his son’s familiar. They might not have had the best relationship, but they were still blood.

Many had reminded him that not bonding with anyone not only reduced his magic, but his life span as well, but Crowley had never seen a point in living forever. The last three hundred years had been long enough. He was content with his existence, but giving it up wouldn’t mean much to him.

He let Lucifer drown on and on, wondering how the draught he was cooking was coming along. Creating elixirs didn’t require power, only skill, and he’d long been considered their coven’s best potion maker.

He’d been experimenting on protection potions for a while now, thanks to Lucifer. As one of the few witches who didn’t scream their approval at his every word, an attack was sure to come soon, especially if he wanted to follow his dreams of world domination.

Crowley really should have known he would act sooner rather than later.

And to his everlasting shame, he was lost in thought as he walked home, having hoped the walk would clear his head, and therefore not transporting to his house immediately.

It was a fatal mistake, or it would have been, if not for –

A small squeak that sounded surprisingly furious caught his attention and he turned around to see a –

Squirrel attack Michael, who’d been sneaking up on him.

A squirrel?

Crowley could tell it was a familiar, but to choose to attack one with a huge dog form –

It was hoping up and down his back, leaving little bites that couldn’t really hurt Michael, but enraged him.

He was already bound to be furious because he couldn’t sneak up on Crowley and devour his throat anymore.

Now was exactly the time for making an elegant exit, but –

The squirrel familiar – and Crowley knew no witch who was bonded with one – had saved his life by risking their own. He couldn’t just leave them.

An attack of altruism that he would never have suspected he was capable of.

Thank God familiars didn’t have very strong magical capabilities of their own. If Lucifer had been with him, Crowley never would have dared to interfere, but the Supreme was certainly trying to establish on alibi somewhere far away.

He got read to blast Michael to Canada – the mutt would need a while to come back, and he wouldn’t be harmed so Lucifer couldn’t blame him openly – when he succeeded in throwing the Squirrel off his back. The familiar flew through the air before landing on the pavement, giving another squeak before lying still, probably dead.

A twinge of regret and guilt reared its head, to Crowley’s surprise.

Maybe he threw a bit more power into the spell than he should have – Michael normally wouldn’t have disappeared in a big pile of smoke – but it felt good.

He walked over to the fallen familiar.

It would be the proper thing to do, finding out who he was and contacting his witch, who must already know they were dead due to the bond snapping.

To his astonishment, he realized quickly that the Squirrel was still alive. It was breathing and twitching, unconscious but in pain, and Crowley leaned down and picked it up carefully before he knew what he was doing.

Then again, he did always have healing potions in reserve.

He transported them both home.

He carefully placed the Squirrel on the sofa before hurrying towards his lab.

He didn’t even spare the bubbling kettle a glance as he got the potion.

Crowley had to administer the brew with a small syringe, and he wasn’t at all sure if the familiar was able to swallows in the state he was in, but he had to try.

Half an hour later, he knew he’d been successful.

The squirrel was breathing easier, and it was moving more, the pain receding.

There was nothing to do but to wait.

Crowley returned to his potion, which was coming along just fine; but despite knowing how good his work was and that the familiar would be fine in the morning, he still checked on him regularly for some reason.

He even carefully put a blanket over him when he retired for the night.

The next morning, the squirrel was still out, but obviously asleep. It had even curled up, suggesting that whatever inner injuries it had suffered from were gone.

Crowley had meant to make breakfast, but instead he stood there, looking down at the familiar until their eyes blinked open.

Green eyes.

“Morning, Squirrel”.

It blinked, then frowned – as much as a squirrel was able to.

“If you want me to greet you by name, you should probably tell me”.

Another blink, and it changed form.

Crowley would freely admit to himself that he had in no way suspected that the small animal was one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen. And he’d seen a few, in his time.

“Hey. You bring me here?”

“You were injured. I poured a healing potion down your throat. You’re welcome”.

He nodded.

“Fergus Crowley, right?”

He was taken aback.

Narrowing his eyes he said, “I don’t recall meeting you before”.

And someone like this he would undoubtedly have remembered, but that thought went unspoken.

“We haven’t. But we’ve collected information about your coven, and – “

“Who is “we”? And who are you, just to begin with?”

“You could be a bit politer. I saved your life, you know”.

“And I saved yours too, so we’re even. Now who are you?”

“Dean. Dean Winchester”.

He had heard the name Winchester before; they were an old family of familiars. But he’d never known that one of them had a squirrel form.

“And where’s your witch?”

He blinked, looking remarkably like the squirrel he’d been only a short while ago.

“Dude, I’m not bonded. Can’t you tell?”

If he concentrated on it, but he’d never paid particular attention to others.

Dean snorted.

“Of course. I find the one witch who doesn’t care about familiars”.

“And why should that concern you? I carried you here, didn’t I?”

“Fair enough” Dean relented.

“Do you have food in the house? I’m starving. I’ll explain everything at breakfast”.

Crowley had no recollection of agreeing to invite him when they sat down at the kitchen table.

“You have a stove and a microwave? Your power running dry?”

He wasn’t as strong as he had been a few decades ago, but his magic hadn’t grown that weak yet.

“I prefer to use my powers in other ways, that is all”.

Dean nodded.

“I get that. This one time, a witch asked me to channel her magic so she could clean her windows. How lazy can some people be?”

It sounded like his mother, but Crowley didn’t comment on it.

“So” Dean said after they had eaten (even though Crowley remembered distinctly that he’d said they would talk at breakfast, not after breakfast) “You have a problem”.

“Do I?”

“Please. I’ve read up on you. People say you’re a bastard, but one thing you’re surely not, and that’s dumb. You know what Lucifer Pellegrino wants to do”.

“And how do you know about it?”

“Friend of ours” again that mysterious “we”; Crowley was beginning to wonder who Dean could mean, considering he didn’t have a witch “went through town a few months back. You might remember her – Charlie Bradbury?”

“Red hair?” he asked, recalling the bubbly, happy-go-lucky witch immediately. She specialised in electronics and combining them with magic, if he was right.

She and her familiar Glinda had been annoyingly cute together during the whole coven meeting.

But that had apparently not stopped her from observing them closely, as Dean nodded and said, “She said Pellegrino wants to take over the world, and that most of you guys seem into it. Mentioned you as a possible detractor. We collected information and then decided one of us should check it out”.

Check him out, Dean meant.

Interesting.

“But when I came upon you, I saw the familiar trying to attack you – “

“It was Lucifer’s”.

“I thought so. Anyway, I couldn’t do much but alert you and hope to distract him a bit”.

It was certainly distracting. I haven’t been as entertained as I was when I watched Michael jump helplessly up and down in a while”.

Dean smirked.

“Yeah, he was quite pathetic, wasn’t he? Just a bit strong in his familiar form. Their bond must be---“

“Strong as iron” Crowley interrupted him. “Believe me, enough witches have coveted Michael for themselves and have tried to break it”.

“I assume they’re no longer among us”.

Crowley nodded.

Dean sighed.

“This is bad news. We all know why it’s important humans are kept out of this. And of course I’ve never been a fan of dictators, period. I was hoping Lucifer wasn’t as powerful as Charlie thought. But his familiar alone is troubling enough. Normally I can take on anyone, no problem – “

“You’re a squirrel!”

“And from an old family. Usually I can force someone back into their human form, easy as pie, and I’m an excellent fighter. “

They were indeed ancient, then. That quality of familiars was mostly considered lost nowadays.

“Anyway, thank God you were there”.

If he hadn’t been, Dena wouldn’t have been fighting Michael in the first place, but Crowley didn’t mention it.

“So what now?” he asked.

“Now we put our heads together and ensure your Supreme doesn’t rise to higher places”.

“And what do I get in return?”

Dean shrugged.

“Aside from not being the victim of future assassination attempts? We know many familiars...”

“I don’t want one”.

“Didn’t say you did. I am just saying, if you ever need your powers channelled by someone strong, you can always count on us. Plus, you know, it’s not a bad thing to have a Winchester at your side when things go badly”.

If the stories he’d heard about the magical crisis the family had managed over the centuries were true, that was correct.

“Alright then” he said, “We have a deal”.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from @lokisgirl5. There were two, I decided to combine them. You might wanna go to confession after reading this, y’all.

Words: 2032 Warnings: smut

Being the God of Mischief’s girlfriend was anything but easy. Apart from the fact you couldn’t tell anyone about your relationship status, for the man you called yours had almost taken over the planet in a wave of rage and destruction, the few people who did know about the Trickster’s love for you kept judging you, asking you to be cautious and simply end it before he dragged you into one of his evil master plans.

Usually, you decided to ignore them. They knew nothing, especially not what Loki could be like when the two of you were alone—how loving, considerate, romantic and heartbreakingly open he was with those he trusted. He trusted you, you trusted him. Maybe you were the only person in all of the nine realms to do so but you trusted him. And you loved him.

Today, however, was different. Today, fate came crushing down on you, for your mendacious bitch of a boss had fired you, all because one of your assumingly jealous co-workers had accidentally let slip Loki and you were dating. Of course, she would never have an ally of a war criminal work for his company and there you were only shortly after, packing your stuff and leaving this stinky office for good.

Your day was ruined, despite Loki had planned a romantic dinner in your favourite restaurant tonight. As much as you’d love to go out, all you wished for now was taking a hot shower and then fall into bed, falling asleep against the Trickster’s cool chest and forgetting any of this had happened.

Loki could do magic. He would be able to help you out until you’d found something new, everything would be fine. Still, you craved nothing more than him showing up in your bosses’ bedroom tonight and strangle her to death with his hazardous sceptre.

The doors of the elevator flew open, revealing your small apartment and a dim lit living room as you stepped inside, sighing heavily as you kicked off your shoes and then connected with a solid body. You didn’t even flinch, for you were used to Loki’s surprising appearances by now, so instead of screaming, you simply wrapped your arms around his armoured body and pressed your face against his chest.

Instantly, tears of rage and grief filled your eyes, worsening your sight and running down your cheeks like waterfalls as you sobbed into his leather clothing.

Loki froze. Hesitatingly, his arms moved up to embrace you, pulling you even closer as he stroked your back, soothing you with only his presence until you finally felt calmed enough to back off a little, looking him straight into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Sorry,” You began, blinking a few tears away and trying a smile. You failed pathetically, causing the God of Mischief to frown. “I had an exceptionally bad day.”

“What happened, pet?” His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was calm, quiet and luring, tempting you to throw yourself back into his arms.

“One of my colleagues got me fired by telling my boss we’re dating. She doesn’t want villains working for her, she said.” Clenching your fists in anger, you closed your eyes for a second, attempting to stop yourself from crying.

“Oh? Well, I must admit, I like the imagination of you as a villain, my dear.” He smirked at you, eliciting a laugh despite your rage. “You know you can do better than these pathetic mortals.”

“Yeah… I reckon… I’m gonna take a shower and then call it a night. I know we had plans, Loki, I’m so sorry but all I want is—“

“Absolutely not. You made me book a table like mortals do, using your phone and asking nicely. We will go out tonight, especially tonight. Wear the dress I put on your bed and be ready in half an hour. I shall make sure you will be thoroughly distracted from this… irritating job.” Loki couldn’t quite understand why you would still get up every morning to work since he could so easily magically obtain you as much money as you needed but the reason had always remained the same—one day, the God of Mischief would have to return to Asgard and leave you behind and when that happened, you were not going to be helpless and unprepared. Just that you didn’t tell him.

“Fine,” Defeated, you sighed. “But let’s not stay too long, okay? I’m really not in the mood for being among people tonight.” All I want is cuddling with you.

Loki nodded in response, clearly satisfied with your surrender as he watched you tapping to the bedroom to put away your stuff.

The dress Loki had bought was beyond beautiful. It was green, just like you had expected, with tons of golden accents woven into the velvety fabric. You wondered briefly whether he had gotten it here on Earth or back on Asgard or if, by any means, he had magically tempered with it to make it look this stunning but in fact, you didn’t care.

Quickly, you forced your mouth shut, deciding to marvel once more after you’d put it on and undressed, relieved to get your uncomfortable work clothes off you.

About thirty seconds later, you found yourself in the shower, closing your eyes with relish as the hot water drops rained down on you, massaged your tense body and cooled your nerves a bit. Several minutes passed, having you lose sense for time. As for now, you didn’t care about your former boss, nor did you want to rip all of your colleagues’ hair out.

Just then, you heard the bathroom door being opened behind you.

“We’re supposed to be leaving in ten minutes, (Y/N).”

Loki pushed away the wet shower curtain and eyed you for a second, his lips pressed together to a thin line as his penetrating blue gaze roamed over your completely exposed body.

“I know, I’ll be quick, give me a few more minutes and I’ll be ready.” You remarked with a shy smile, not wanting to upset your mischievous lover. He, however, seemed to have different plans. There was a sudden, lustful glistening in his blue eyes as he approached you, almost having you stumble in surprise when he climbed into shower as well. Right before you fell, however, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close to his body and forcing his lips onto yours. His hot tongue invaded your mouth to fight for dominance, his hands slowly gliding over your naked skin.

“Your… armour’s getting wet.” You panted. Loki’s lips gently stroked over your neck, plastering soft kisses on your sensitive skin before sucking it between his lips to leave a love mark, to let everybody know you were his.

“Surely, I can remedy that.” And with that, for just the fraction of a second, his body was surrounded by a green glow, his clothes disappearing into nowhere and his remarkable erection pressing greedily against your thighs.

An aroused moan escaped your lips, your nails digging into the now wet skin of his back as he kept kissing you, lifting you up and pressing you against the cold wall. You gasped for air when he did, wrapping your arms around his waist for more support only to feel his lips on one of your breasts soon after.

Hungrily, he played with your hardening nipple, his silver tongue circling your areola before sucking hard on it, making you scream out his name in pleasure. When he was satisfied with his work, he attended to your other breast, granting it the same treatment until you were but a moaning mess in his grip, your eyes long closed from all the bliss.

“Loki… Loki please…” You murmured out of breath, your voice barely audible with the hot water still gushing down your heated bodies. Smirking cheekily, he let go of your breast with a wet pop, then settled for nibbling on your lower lip.

“Tell me what you want, pet,” He growled hoarsely, his dark voice sending yet another shiver down your spine. “Tell me what you crave.”

“You… you! I want you, please… Loki, please…” Oh, he loved it when you begged him, when you begged your king to please you… he grunted once more before he kissed you again passionately, furiously, and then, without any forewarning, sank his rock hard member into your hot and dripping core.

Your tight walls clenched around him in joyful anticipation, milking him as he started pounding into you, the air filled with both your moans and the hot water running in the shower. The sensation was beyond wonderful. Wet skin smacking against wet skin, his mouth devouring yours in such a ravishing manner and his hands exploring your breasts and arse had you drift off into a somewhat dreamful state.

Loki sped up, quickening his pace until you screamed out. His grip on your buttocks tightened as he rocked into you relentlessly, hitting this special spot hidden deep inside you. Shivering, he tensed, his legs shaking. He sank his teeth into your shoulder with a growl when he came, spilling himself inside you with a few more powerful thrusts.

You were shaking by the time he pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from collapsing in exhaustion and although your eyes were still closed, you could literally feel his mischievous smirk as he reached for your hands and forced you to wrap your fingers around the cold metal of the shower rail.

“I’m not done with you yet, my dear.” He whispered seductively into your ear. You swallowed thickly, biting your lower lip. Loki smirked once more, his breath hot brushing against your neck before he knelt down, burying his face in your wet folds.

The view alone was nearly enough to send you flying over the edge. It was a rare occasion whenever this sneaky God fell to your knees to worship you, his hands on your thighs. When he started to devour you, licking over your slick entrance and tasting both your juices and his cum on his tongue, you already felt yourself shaking.

Gripping the shower rail tightly, you kept moaning his name, bucking your hips in an attempt to cause more friction, anything to make you come undone. Loki, however, took his time. Enjoying your sweet wetness, his tongue toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it and finally, sucking your clit into his mouth while simultaneously shoving two fingers inside you, curling them to stimulate your G-spot. He pulled away just long enough to demandingly whisper four words, tossing you over the edge.

“Cum for me, pet!”

It felt like somebody was crushing your windpipes as you held your breath, your orgasm tearing through you like so intensely you feared to faint.

Loki helped you riding it out, lapping up your juices like the elixir of life. When you finally came down from your high, the God of Mischief simply lifted you up, climbing out of the shower effortlessly and carrying you to the bedroom. Neither of you cared you were leaving a wet trail on the floor in the process.

He gently put you down on the bed, watching with a silent chuckle how you leaned back and sighed, eyes closed from exhaustion.

“Are you distracted yet, my love?” His smirk made you squirm. Looking up tiredly, your heart skipped a beat, your abused and dripping wet core clenching from the delicious sight in front of you.

He was already hard again, with a few drops of precum glistening on the tip of his cock.

“I guess we’ll be having dinner another time?” You asked innocently as you propped yourself up again to take his throbbing length into your hand, gasping at the feeling of him, still wet from both the water and your arousal. He twitched, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at you with deep desire.

“I’ve just had dinner,” He licked his lips with a silent moan. “But yes, we shall go out another night. This is way better. Now… are you hungry, my sweet little pet?”

[exosmutxoxo]

Thinking Bout You 🌙

A/N: So I dug up this little gem of mine from the depths of my drafts and I decided to post this because I love all of you. At first, I was planning to save this for the future but I figured that all of you would need something to keep you occupied while I attempt to finish up my requests. So enjoy some ‘good good’ Lu smut (sort of) while I work on everything else ;)

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation

Genre: Light(?) smut

Requested: No

Summary: To fill up the loneliness in your heart when Luhan leaves for work, you decide to have a bit of fun by yourself.

Word Count: 1285

Soundtrack: Thinking Bout You // Ariana Grande (because I’m a hoe for her)

I’m used to being alone. I’m used to rolling over in bed, opening my eyes and drinking in the morning sight of Luhan fiddling with his cufflinks and adjusting his suit jacket while gazing at his reflection in the wardrobe’s mirror. I’m used to the heartwarming smile he tosses in my direction as he smooths his perfectly-gelled ebony hair back with one hand, accompanied by the standard question of, “Do I look okay, baby girl?”

I’m used to responding with my usual and genuine, “As you do everyday”. However, let’s be honest for a moment. Luhan always looks way more than okay. In fact, the ravishing, mouth-watering sight of him in a neatly-pressed suit never fails to send little shocks of lust-filled heat right down to my core, throwing me into overdrive every single time. If he wasn’t always running late for work, I would have pounced on him and devoured every inch of his cologne-scented body without a second thought. But it’s okay. I’m used to it.

Following that, I’m also used to the little kiss Luhan blows to me as he turns and heads for the room door, murmuring, “See you tonight”. Then he’s gone, leaving me with a cold and empty bed and an aching core, as well as a hollow and needy void deep within me. I’m used to it.

However, I am never used to the desperation that overcomes me whenever I hear the door downstairs clicking shut, signalling the reality of Luhan’s departure and the dreadful fact that I won’t get the opportunity to see him for more than twelve hours. So here I am, abandoned with such raw sexual frustration that nearly drives me over the edge every single morning and clutching a pillow so tightly as though I’m physically trying to cling onto Luhan. Now that sexual frustration is something I can never get used to.

So sue me. Here I am, indulging in such sinfully delicious inappropriate fantasies about Luhan while he merrily goes on his way to work without a single clue that I’m deliriously horny and in need of his -and only his- cock in me. Well, then. It’s time to take matters into my own hands.

Laying myself back down on the pillows and allowing my body to sink into the welcoming softness of the mattress, I let my eyes drift shut on their own as my mind takes over. In all honesty, I must admit that I’m scared. Terrified out of my wits. Okay, so I may have read a countless number of steamy romance and explicit sex novels where the drop-dead gorgeous protagonist indulges herself in various self-pleasure moments but firstly, my life is not a novel and secondly, I’m not drop-dead gorgeous. I’m just me. Way too tiny, awkward me.

But all the same, my own insecurities don’t hold me back from exploring the inner depths of my own body in the heat of the moment. With newfound curiosity, I hesitantly slip off my boxers and pull my panties down to my ankles, slowly spreading my legs as I lean forward to peep at the most private area of me. My glistening womanhood winks back at me, enticing me to touch her, to feel and explore with one trembling finger. The digit slides itself in between the folds and the breath hitches in my throat as my mind throws up an image of Luhan, plunging every nerve of mine into sexual overdrive. In my mind’s eye, a mental slideshow of every minute detail of Luhan plays; his turfs of jet-black hair, the same hair which I grip on to tightly whenever he manages to hit my sweet spot. His eyes, the same eyes which always undress me lustfully whenever he gets in the mood. His ski-slope nose, his heart-shaped lips which have left the most fantastic kisses on my bare skin, his unscathed hands which have groped, grappled, stroked and held me.

With every little detail that crosses my mind, I gradually add a finger in between my own soaked folds and nervously pump them, breathless and desperate moans and whimpers tumbling from my lips clumsily and artistically at the same time. The silence in the bedroom is filled with my cries of high pleasure and my back arches itself as rapid images and memories of Luhan run through my head. His name escapes from my lips at the exact moment I manage to locate my sweet spot, the speed of my pumping, soaked fingers increasing as the need in the pit of my stomach grapples every inch of me, almost sending tears straight to my eyes. 

Luhan.

His name spills out into the open, pleading and needing as I ease myself into a temporary high while riding my soaked, slippery digits, nothing but the thought of him invading every sense of mine. Through my rapid breathing, a honey-like explosion occurs in the pit of my stomach, causing me to release right on my fingers to the erotic pumping sensation and the clouded images of Luhan in my head. White strings of my release drip onto the sheets and down the insides of my thighs, throwing up a blush on my cheeks at the bashful thought of anyone else ever finding out about my dirty little activity. Plus, I don’t even want to begin the thought of getting up and clearing the mess, especially since my entire form feels like it’s taken a nice, long dip in a bathtub of steaming hot water after that mind-blowing orgasm.

Pressing the palms of my hands against my burning cheeks, my gaze drops down to the guilty stains on the bedsheets. Good thing no one is around to take notice of it. Until the bedroom door bursts open, revealing a frantic-looking Luhan who immediately catches sight of me in bed; legs spread wide to show him my chasm of a womanhood, four fingers still drenched in my own sticky release, the stained sheets and to top it all off, the frozen ‘eyes as wide as a deer’s caught in headlights’ look on my flushed face as we stare at each other for what seems like eternity.

“H-Hi”, I blurt out stupidly, instantly shutting my legs and folding them over the evidence of my self-pleasure, but there’s no point to it, really. Luhan’s dumbfounded gaze flicks from me to my evident nudity, his socked feet rooted to the spot in the doorway, and I don’t miss the tent in his suit pants, growing in size as the seconds tick by. 

Coughing to mask my embarrassment, I busy myself with arranging the pillows and avoiding eye contact at all costs. “So what brings you back? Work finished early today? If that’s the case, it's really early, considering the fact-”

“(Y/N)”. Luhan’s curt mention of my name halts me from my aimless blabbering, clicking the door shut behind him and sealing us off from the rest of the world. Suddenly, the tension in the bedroom has risen ten-fold, causing me to break out into a sweat. It’s obvious that Luhan senses it as well, judging from the suggestive glint in his eyes and that smug little smirk of his which has crept onto his lips. He proceeds to take his own sweet time tugging off his tie, casually strolling his way over to the bed where I’m still seated on like a wax figurine, legs clenched together so tightly that the wetness of my core has spread itself all over the interior of my thighs.

He pulls his lips back in a Chesire-like smile. “Well, I was about to retrieve some paperwork which I’d forgotten but after discovering what my baby girl has been up to, I can’t just leave her in this state, can I?”