#then…? yeah. actually I’m fine. ofc I want more time. but also? I know I can trust now so I can hold.

[void-tiger]

I’m definitely gonna miss you, but I think I finally trust we’re at a place where things are secure well enough for hopefully continued growth as friends, and it’s that insecurity I find unbearable, not the absence itself.

See you in a month. (Have fun. Enjoy your reconnection. Be safe.)

[mcu-coworkers]

Posessive?

Summary: Miguel will stop at nothing to have you at his side. And you know that but who says you can't make him struggle just a little.

word count:3.5k+

A/n: Thank you guys for loving Pt.1 to this story so much I hope this second part meets your expectations! Im thinking of making a pt.3 where the spider society meets the reader let me know what you guys think!xx

Parts: I II^ III

(Gif credits to the creator ofc!^)

Walking into your lawyers office made Miguel's blood boil.

He had already ripped up the divorce papers but he wanted to send a message before he returned them to their sender considering you ignored his thousands of calls.

���Mr.O’hara it's nice to finally meet you although clients usually communicate lawyer to law-” he was quickly cut off by the loud sound of the shredded paper being tossed onto his desk.

“ I   thought this would be quicker for the both of us,​​ Tell your client that her HUSBAND said no. And that  I‘ll be seeing her very soon. Thanks.” Miguel said, having that last bit dripping with sarcasm.

“Should  I   be concerned for my clients' well-being Mr.O’hara?” your lawyer said standing up.

Turning to face him once more Miguel snickered, “On the contrary Mr.?” he said looking for a name tag.

“Murdock. It's on the building Nelson and Murdock.” he said, smiling back at him.

“Big man, Congratulations. My wife is safe with me, just let her know I'll be seeing her soon, have a nice day Murdock.” With a nod from your lawyer he took it as his time to leave but not without whispering some insults in spanish under his breath.

Who did he think he was questioning your safety around Miguel? You were the safest at his side and his side only.

And no one was taking that from him, not even you.

Quickly after he left your Lawyer wasted no time in contacting you.

Two rings passed before you picked up.

To tell the truth your heart was pounding. It felt so soon for him to have already turned in the papers.

“Hello?” you didn't mean to sound as quiet and defeated as you did but who were you trying to fool this had been and was going to be a very tough moment in your life.

“Mrs.O’Hara how are you?” he answered calmly.

Confused by the surname you stopped walking in the middle of the busy airport.

“I'm fine, did you receive the papers?” you asked eager to find out exactly what happened.

“Yes,  I   did but they're not signed or intact for that matter. It seems like he gave them to a cat to have as a toy."He said holding up the paper realizing what he thought were rips were actually done by claws, strange.

“Ay Miguel.” You said, you knew he never took any news well but you never thought he’d pull something like this.

“He also left a message for you.” he said, setting the paper aside.

“And that was?” you said curious as to what he could possibly have to say.

“Tell your client that her husband said no, and that he will be seeing you very soon, he put a big emphasis on the word husband.” he said pausing.

Waiting for a response from you he added on, “Ms. O’Hara if i'm being honest here this doesn't sound like a man who wanted a divorce.” he said reconsidering the course of the situation.

“At this point I'm not really sure what he wants anymore,  I   don't think  I   ever actually knew to begin with.” you said, beginning to question your judgment.

“Well if you’d like to continue with the one sided divorce process we can do that otherwise  I   think you should speak to Mr.O’Hara and sort things out.” He said.

Now you had a lot to think about, A shiver went up your spine as you realized exactly what was happening.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? Do you need help?” Your lawyer asked on the other side. He always knew a little more than he was led to believe which meant he had to be cautious with how much he involved himself.

“Oh yeah, yes  I   am fine just considering my options, can  I get back to you on that?” You asked quickly beginning to exit the airport.

“Yes, of course whatever you need, give me a call.” he said, he could hear your breath picking up and your heart beat gaining speed.

“Thank you, Mr. Murdock.” and with that you hung up the phone and found your driver.

If there was one thing Miguel didn't like it was not having you by his side and to make matters worse not knowing where you were.

You didn't doubt for a second Miguel had already found you; it was just a matter of time before he got to you.

Angry would be the understatement of the year.

Taking a deep breath you tried to relax remembering why you were in this situation in the first place.

It was his fault you left, and if he wanted to bring you back then he’d have to travel across the world and do it face to face.

After all, you did book a flight to Barcelona thinking it would be far enough to not ever be able to go back to him no matter how strong the urge.

Your phone rang again, thinking it was your lawyer, you answered.

“Was there something you forgot to mention earlier?” you asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Hiring a man as your lawyer, you always know where to hit me so it hurts mi amor.” chills ran down your spine at the sound of that raspy voice.

“Miguel, what do you want?” you said trying to put up a front.

“You. Back in our house, at my side.” he said with a demanding tone.

The audacity of this man, you'd been distraught and in tears practically the entire journey here but now? All you felt was anger.

“No.” was all you said, the front was gone, these were your genuine emotions now.

“No? Como que no? You're mine, don't you forget that.” he said, beginning to raise his voice.

“  I   didn't forget that, you did Miguel so it's either you start remembering or  I   start forgetting too. Ya no voy a estar de gata a tus pies. I'm worth more than that.” you said trying to hold back the shakiness in your voice.

It was helpless because he already heard it.

“Mi amor,  I   never thought that of you please, come home and let's talk. I'm begging you don't do this to us.  I   need you.” He said hoping he could sway you in his direction.

“This is the longest you've spoken to me in over a month Miguel, you realize that right? And all for what, because  I  disobeyed you?” you asked, hoping he'd deny it but all you got was silence.

Chuckling you smiled, at least that part of him never changed.

“Baby, plea-” he tried.

“No, Sign the papers or I'm moving in a different direction Miguel.  I   let my love for you stand in the way for too long and you don't even have the decency to tell me you don't love me anymore. I'm done.” you said as he began to speak over you trying to stop you.

No one had ever tested Miguel's patience this much.

You not letting him get a sentence out was only bringing him closer to the edge.

“Y/n  I   swear if you make me-” dead tone. You hung up.

“HIJO DE PUTA!” he said as he punched the back of the passenger seat in front of him.

“Everything alright sir?” his driver asked mostly only concerned for his own safety.

No one liked seeing Miguel upset ten times out of nine everyone else ended up in whatever mood he was in.

“Yes, Just get me to the jet please.” he said, rubbing his temples gently.

Miguel fell in love with your sense of leadership when he had first met you, god was he paying for it now.

He tried to calm himself before boarding the plane. He needed to think of what he could say to get you back at his side.

He knew he needed to change, it's his best bet at making you remember just how much he loves you.

Just as the plane was taking off his gizmo showed a hologram of Jess.

“So, did you get your girl back?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face.

Miguel froze, he kept his business out of the spider society just in case anyone ever turned on them.

Keeping you safe was his number one priority.

“Lyla spilled Miguel, she's worried about you and says she's never seen you this bad before.” she said with a slight tone of concern. She knew better than to show Miguel she was worried, he would just push her away and tell her he was fine.

“Everything will be fine, I'll be gone two days tops think you can handle that?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

He knew Jess could do more than handle it; he just needed a distraction from the chaos he’d brought to his marriage.

“Yeah well when you bring her back, and you will,  I  ‘d like to meet the person who tolerates your broodiness, hell  i  ‘ll probably ask for some tips while i'm at it.” she said, making him chuckle.

No one could do what you did for him.

“Keep me updated on the canon events and keep Hobie out of my office.” he said remembering the last time he snuck in.

“You got it boss, don't forget we're all rooting for you.” she said before hanging up.

We? Who's we? He was gonna have a long talk with Lyla about confidentiality when he got back.

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It has now been just about two days since you last spoke to Miguel and since then you’ve received one flower arrangement every hour with a message from Miguel and your bill at every place you visited covered by, you guessed it, Miguel.

And still you had to be graced by the presence of the man himself.

Barcelona was your chance to really find out if the grass was greener on the other side and that meant no giving in to Miguel's romantic gestures.

It was hard when every single flower warmed your heart just a little more every time.

It reminded you of when he’d cut flowers from random gardens on his way to your house.

They were never this fancy or even wrapped in paper for that matter, but you loved them more than anything else because he gave them to you out of love.

He gave these to you seeking forgiveness, something he wouldn't be doing if you hadn't been pushed over the edge.

Sighing, you set them aside with the rest of the arrangements and decided to go for a coffee.

Finding a little shop you sat on the patio after ordering your Latte with a croissant to accompany it.

Basking in the sun your mind couldn't help but wonder where he was, if he was already watching you from a distance waiting to catch you off guard.

You weren't too far off.

He was watching you, from a safe distance just to make sure you were safe, and that no other man was coming near you but mostly to make sure you were safe.

He thought that if he gave you space it’d make you miss him.

The flowers and paying for you were just in case you did miss him. Or at least that's what he made them out to be.

Miguel was trying his best to not let his possessive ways take over him and just carry you on the plane and take you home but he oh so wanted this to be over already.

But he too decided to turn a new leaf in Barcelona, one that would promise to never let you forget just how much he loved you, no matter how shitty of a day he had at work.

Miguel was brought out of his thoughts when he saw you leaving the cafe not because you were leaving but because some man was following you.

His body tensed as the man tapped on your shoulder and handed you something.

Before he knew it he was walking towards you and pulling you into him by the waist.

“¿Ya terminaste amor?( you finished here love?)” he said, smiling down at you before turning to look at the idiot who touched you.

Who did he think he was touching you when you belonged to Miguel?

Smiling a thank you to the stranger you met mere minutes ago you begin walking without answering Miguel's question.

“Who the hell was that guy?” he said following you down the street.

“ I   have no idea Miguel, what  I   do know is that you've been watching me for the past two days.” you said trying to hide your smirk.

Miguel stopped, you had outsmarted him.

“Only because you won't speak to me.” he said trying to hide the smile on his face.

He was a proud husband but now was not the time.

“Sucks doesn't it? Being ignored by your spouse when you just wanted to give them all your love.” you said opening the door to your new home.

“Y/n mi amor  I   get it, I'm an asshole and  I deserve whatever it is you throw my way but please come home and you can throw it at me there.” he said trying to get close to you but all it did was make you take a step back.

“Baby please, just come here.” he said as he took another step towards you.

He was quick but you were quicker getting out of the way.

“No Miguel, you treated me like some toy that you used when you were bored. And when you got tired of me you tossed me to the side and pretended that  I   wasn't there. Do you know how it feels to be treated like an item? A disposable item?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper but that didn't stop you.

“For the last ten years of our relationship there wasn't one day that you didn't tell me you loved me. Even when we were fighting. Tell me Miguel, when was the last time you told me you loved me? As a matter of fact, When was the last time we even slept in the same bed? You can't tell me can you?” you asked, waiting for a response from him but all you got was silence.

Your words finally began to actually sink in to Miguel and for once he didn't know what to do.

Balancing the literal multiverse on his shoulders distracted him so much he hadn't realized the damage he was doing to your marriage.

But you’d had more than enough time to realize what it did to you.

Shaking your head you looked away as tears brimmed your eyes.

You wanted so badly to be strong for yourself but seeing the end to what you thought was your forever was making it really difficult.

“Fuck.” was all Miguel could muster up at the moment, he needed to find a way to fix this.

Letting out a shaky breath, “Y/n,  I   know that  I  ‘ve changed but there's just been so much pressure on me to fix things and they really need me right now, this is the only way  I   can keep everyone safe, keep you safe.” he said hoping you’d understand.

Nodding you looked out the window and admired the view.

“ I   understand, the multiverse is important to you. But  I   can't sit around waiting for the day you decide to consider me too. And  I   know that sounds selfish but  I   can't help it. I'm jealous of Miguel. Jealous of the people who see you more than  I   do. Jealous of the office you spend time in. Jealous of the Lyla.” you actually had to laugh after that.

“ I   sound crazy, Jealous of a damn AI all because it gets your attention more than me.” you said tears finally falling.

“Well guess what Miguel,  I   won't do it anymore,  I   hate this feeling.  I   understand protecting the multiverse is important so go, go be a hero it's who you are and it's amazing.  I   could never stand in the way of that no matter how much it’d hurt me.” you said leaning back on the kitchen counter.

You’d hoped that’d be enough to get him to go.

In a second Miguel had his arms around you and his head buried in your shoulder.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you realized he was crying.

“Miguel?” you asked gently, slightly confused by the reaction.

“I'm so sorry baby please,  I   need you. Without you I'm just the shell of the man   I   should be.   I   can't live a life without you, it's pointless. Just please come home and we can fix this together.  I  ‘ll do whatever you want.  I  ‘ll get on my knees and beg if that's what it takes.” he said as he began to get down on his knees.

“Miguel no-” you whispered as you tried pulling him back up.

“Then what baby you tell me and  I  ‘ll do it please tell me how to fix this. ¡Estoy loco por ti y lo sabes!( I'm crazy for you and you know it!)” he yelled, he was mere seconds away from a panic attack his breathes were shortening quickly and you noticed it.

“Miguel? Baby slow down, you need to breathe.” you said lowering yourself to meet his face.

“ I   can’t-  I   can-” he said as he tried regaining his breath.

He hadn't had one of these since he became spiderman so an inhaler was not an option. So you did the next best thing, you kissed him.

Deeply, passionate to make sure he slowed down his breathing completely.

Slowly it began to work so you pulled away to allow him to catch his breath.

Analyzing his face you’d only hoped it worked, “Better?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Not yet.” he said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back in for another kiss this time much deeper.

Miguel began kissing you like a man who’d been starved as he pulled you closer wrapping your legs around his waist in the process.

And just like that you were lost in him all over again.

Whatever speech you gave yourself about the grass being greener was gone in the wind.

Quickly Miguel began undressing you while you pulled his clothes off in return.

“No sabes cuanto te e necesitado mi amor. (you don't know how much i've needed you my love.)” he said as left a trail of kisses down your neck.

“Callate y hazme el amor Miguel.(shut up and make love to me.”you said breathlessly as he flipped you over on the kitchen floor placing his tip at your entrance.

Slipping into you slowly he clenched his jaw at the feeling of your tightness around him. Oh how he missed this feeling.

Gasping you tried to adjust to his size again , no matter how many times you’d had sex in the past it's like this man got bigger and bigger every time.

Hearing your soft moans encouraged Miguel to keep going until he was fully buried in you, “dios mio.” was all he could manage to say as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Miguel-” you moaned, signaling him to move.

“ I   know baby  I   know.” he said as he pulled himself out completely before thrusting back in and finding his pace making you arch your back in the process.

Slowly he began building up his speed until all he could hear was the beautiful sound of your voice moaning his name endlessly.

This was his heaven.

Watching you as your face contorted in full euphoria at the pleasure he was giving you.

Taking your hand in his he gave it a squeeze that you returned as you used your other hand to pull him in for a breathless kiss.

“Miguel ya” you said, getting closer to your climax.

“Wait for me mami i'm almost there.” he said as he sped up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

This man would be the end of you.

By this point you were a moaning mess holding on to the last strands of sanity you had left waiting for Miguel.

Once you felt Miguel twitch inside of you it was clear he was close, you pulled him close and began kissing your way up to his ear.

“Miguel baby, I need you hazme tuya mi amor.” you moaned, and with that you felt his fangs dig into your shoulder as he filled you with his seed allowing you to cum with him.

You could've passed out from the immense amount of pleasure  you were feeling, or the reaction to his spider venom,  but missing a moment of this was not an option.

After Miguel recovered he realized what he’d done, “Shit, I'm sorry  I   didn’t think-” he said, beginning to slightly panic.

He’d always been able to control himself in bed.

Smiling, you pulled him in for another kiss, “It’s okay,  I   liked it.” you said earning yourself a look of surprise from him.

Laying his head back down on your chest you sighed in content.

“Eres la luz de mi vida, el sol para mi luna. (you are the light of my life, the sun to my moon.)” he said smiling.

Laughing you massaged the back of his neck as you ran your hands through his hair.

“ The light of your life would like to get off this hard floor.” you said as you wiggled to ease the soreness of your back.

Miguel wasted no time in picking you up and taking you to the bedroom.

“ This looks like a much more suitable place to spend the week.” he said, laying you down gently.

“Week? Isn't there a canon event that needs your rescuing?” you asked, to tell the truth your heart was overjoyed at the thought of him staying here with you.

“You, you're my cannon event and it's gonna take all of me to rescue you.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“My hero.” you said as you laid your head on his chest admiring his relaxed features.

“Te amo mi cielo.” he whispered.

“Y yo a ti cariño.” you said, closing your eyes as you fell asleep alongside the love of your life.

The road to forever looked a lot brighter now

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[puppetwoman17]

Would you ever expand upon your joker junior thoughts more? I think that was such a well written idea and would love to hear what else you think about it

Oh my god yes. 100000% YES!

That post before was more of an idea vomit, didn’t cover all of what I thought, so I’m happy to hear someone wants to hear more.

So, JJ’s always been a tough convo for Tim. Obviously. But it’s not just because of how traumatizing the Joker can be, or about the shocks and psychological torture. It also reminds him of a grim time in his life. With Bruce still going through the motions post-Jason’s death, and Dick frequently spending all his time in Bludhaven, he hadn’t been watched much. Save for Babs, ofc.

That’s actually why they’re so close. She’s much more emotionally competent thanks to her dad, lol.

JJ wasn’t only a big thing for Tim, but for Gotham too. In a place like this, it wasn’t hard for whispers from the Joker’s men to travel to civilians and cops. Everyone knew why Robin was nowhere to be seen. Everyone knew why Batgirl looked the way she did, agitated and worried. Everyone knew why the cops searched that same warehouse over and over, never allowing anyone inside.

Which was also why no one was happy to see Nightwing, very obviously the first Robin, return after yet another sabbatical in Bludhaven. Of course, that stopped a little after everyone collectively realized that, oh crap, he doesn’t even know!

This begins a collective effort by the more clear-minded people of Gotham to NOT disclose anything JJ related. There has to be a reason, right? No way were they going to force Robin #3 to disclose anything he didn’t wait to. It didn’t hurt that a year or two later, a mysterious figure named Oracle began effectively making every news article or picture related to JJ disappear.

Everyone holds their breaths for the next few months. What if what happened to the second Robin happened to him? What if he was too crippled to go back out?

As the Batfamily grows bigger, it becomes way clearer that Robin #3 hasn’t said a WORD. Not even after they grow closer, when the screaming and murder attempts and arguments cease. He doesn’t say a word, so no one else does either.

Tim goes to great lengths to medicate himself against any variant of Joker venom or gas. The familiar smells just… bring things back to the surface.

He tries not to act like Jason whenever the Joker gets out of Arkham. It’s already hard for everyone to hold him back from killing the monster. Jason doesn’t need some second-rate copy of his trauma trying to get sympathy. Unlike Jason, he didn’t die. He didn’t come back differently, or lose footing on his life, his job, whatever.

It would just be better if Tim acted as aloof and concentrated as he always did. Not make a big scene, and follow Batman’s orders to a T. No need to worry anyone.

Honestly, the only reason no one notices the literal war going on in this boy’s head is because he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what he says when one of the bats finds him the next night, still avoiding them…

Yeah, he full on denies EVERYTHING. Looks whoever it is, Jason, Steph, Dick, straight in the eye and says that what they saw was fake. Edited. Something to threaten Bruce with years ago. Tim just ran because…because…Anyway, he’s fine. Don’t worry about Tim Drake. He’s fine.

Babs groans over the comms when everyone hounds on her to tell them everything. Like hell is she gonna tell them a single thing until she has Tim’s full permission.

[tkwrites]

Good For You - Quinn Hughes x ofc

gif from @gabelandeskog

Title: Good For You

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc)

Summary: Quinn and Sarah have a discussion about and decide to stop using condoms before putting that decision into practice. A question we’ve all been waiting for is finally asked.

Warnings: smut (18+ only), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!), cum play (sort of?), if I missed anything, let me know!

Word count: 4,900

Comments: I live! 

After two heavy snapshots, steeped in feelings, I’m back with some good old fashioned smut (with lots of plot, of course, because I am who I am). Thanks to the many Nonnies who requested this. I’d already started writing it when you sent this, but your asks challenged me to combine both your requests. I hope you enjoy, and it lives up to your expectations! If you did enjoy, please let me know by commenting, sending in an ask or reblogging! I love reading your comments, asks and suggestions! 

Anonymous asked: hey! Another request idea… I was rereading the fic about Sarah being overwhelmed before meeting Quinn’s parents and when they’re talking about the WAG jackets, sarah mentions that they aren’t official yet. Can we get fic of Quinn officially asking Sarah to be his gf? Seriously love readying your stuff! 

Anonymous asked: I love how much you actually show the communication between Quinn and Sarah, it makes it so much more real and overall I just love your writing ❤️❤️ I noticed how as their relationship progresses, they decide not to use condoms. Will we get to see this conversation in the future? I'd also love to see when they officially decide to be together with labels and all xxx

Good For You

A Quinn & Sarah snapshot

“Hey, Quinn?” Sarah called, walking up the stairs. 

“Yeah?” 

She found him on the suede couch, reading a book. 

Sitting at his feet, she smiled when he moved them into her lap. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

“Okay,” he put the marker in his book and rested it on his chest. 

Color flooded into her cheeks. 

“What?” he asked, unable to hold in a nervous laugh at her sudden blush.

“I just,” she paused to lick her lips, trying to screw up her courage. “I wanted to let you know I had an IUD put in last month.” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s the most effective form of birth control. It’s pretty much as effective as celibacy.” 

He paused, unsure where this conversation was going. When she didn't elaborate, he asked, “So what did you want to talk about? Just that you have it?” 

“Well that and —” she knotted her fingers together, “since it’s super effective, and we’re only seeing each other and have been for a while, I wondered if maybe you wanted to…” she trailed off. 

Quinn got the feeling he was supposed to know what she was talking about, but he was clueless. “If I wanted to, what?” 

Chewing on her lip, she guessed it was time to just spit it out, “I wondered if we both get STI tested, and only if you want to, we could try not using condoms all the time.” 

He felt his eyes go wide. “What?” 

“I mean, only if you want to. If you feel more comfortable with condoms, that’s totally fine.” 

“Are you joking?” he asked, scrambling to sit up. The book slipped off him and fell to the wood floor with a sharp slap. “Of course I want to. Did you think I was going to turn down that offer?” 

“I don’t know.” 

He moved to kneel, crowding into her space. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel it in his fingertips. “Can we try now?” 

A laugh split her mouth into a pretty smile, but she put a hand to his chest to stop him from leaning closer. 

“We need to get STI tested first.”

“I’m clean,” he said.

“As far as I know, I am too, but I would feel better if we both got tested, knowing neither of us has slept with someone else in quite a while.”

He looked crestfallen. 

“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” she hastened to add, “I’ve just heard horror stories of girls whose boyfriends didn’t know they were carrying something. Most STIs affect women, you know, and men just pass them along.” 

His eyes went wide, “really?” 

“Just another joy of being a woman.” 

“Thats bullshit.”

“Yep,” she agreed, popping the last letter. “So It’s not that I don’t believe you, but I really need that proof for my own peace of mind before I’d feel comfortable.”

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed, “of course. I’ll talk to Roman about it tomorrow.” 

“I’ll message my doctor,” she said with a shy smile, pulling out her phone. 

Logically, Quinn knew they needed to talk about this before anything could happen, but the thought that he might get to fuck her bare buzzed in the back of his mind so intensely, he wished she had waited until it was an actual possibility, even if that was impossible.

When he asked Roman about it between breakfast and video the next day, the trainer immediately went into crisis mode, “what kind of symptoms are you having?” 

“None. I'm just — I want to be safe.” 

He was going to tell him that the girl he was seeing — he was getting so sick of using that phrase — asked him to, but that seemed like it was putting all the blame on Sarah. While she did ask for it, he'd just never considered it something he should do. Now that he knew, he was more than happy to do it.

“You're sure? You can tell me, you know.” 

“I know. No symptoms. I’m just making sure.” 

Roman looked at him appraisingly. “Are you dating someone new?” 

Quinn was a bit surprised he hadn't heard about it. It seemed to him it was the only thing the guys chirped him about lately. 

“Yeah.” 

“Good for you,” he said approvingly. “Glad to know you're being safe.” 

Quinn felt a chagrinned smile spread over his face. 

“Well, I’m glad to know your girlfriend is safe at least,” Roman said with a laugh. 

How was it so easy for him to whip that word around? 

“Go to Doctor Jamison's after practice. I'll put in an order for you. They'll just need a blood sample.” 

The results took two days. By that time he was on the road. Thankfully, not for too long. Only one game.

He sent her a screenshot of the panel results. All negative, mercifully. He didn't expect to be positive, but he hadn't checked while he was with or after he broke up with June. 

She sent back a screenshot of her own test panel, also all negative. 

It was suddenly very real. The idea of coming home to Sarah was even more enticing than usual. 

He’d fucked girls bare before, he knew the sensations that came along with it, but he’d never fucked Sarah bare before. He’d tried, and she’d insisted on using condoms. He wasn’t going to make her uncomfortable, and he wasn’t going to give up sleeping with her. If that meant he had to wear a condom, he’d do it. 

Now that the possibility of making love to her without one was on the horizon, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. 

Looks like we'll be coming in about 2, he texted when they got to the arena. They'd fly home right after the game versus Calgary. Want to just stay at my place?

Wish I could, she wrote back, but I have class tomorrow at 8. I'll come to yours as soon as I'm done with work, though. 

“What's wrong, Q?” Brock asked, noticing his crestfallen expression. 

“Nothing,” he said, shoving his phone into his bag. “Sarah's just got class tomorrow morning so I won't see her until tomorrow night.” 

“Man, she's got you whipped.”

Quinn rolled his eyes, playing off the comment. If he protested, he knew they would just chirp him about it more, and there was no way he was going to explain his excitement to Brock. 

When the next evening finally rolled around, Quinn found himself pacing, a nervous excitement buzzing through his whole body. He’d never felt like this before. As if anticipation had been winding him up for 4 days straight. 

He’d tried his best to burn off as much energy as possible on a run that morning, but that felt like years ago now. Adrenaline was coursing through him by the gallon. 

He heard the elevator ding, and his stomach leapt. 

Before Sarah could scan in, the door flung open. Quinn was standing there, cheeks already flushed. 

She couldn’t help it, she gigged. 

“What?” 

“You’re just really cute,” she said.

Pulling her into the apartment, he resisted the urge to pull her upstairs straight away. Cool. He needed to be cool.

“Cute in a good way, right?” 

“Yes,” she assured, leaning up to kiss him. “In a very good way.” 

All of a sudden, the enormity of the situation crashed on him. He and Sarah had had sex 73 times, but this felt totally new. A frantic awkwardness took hold of his mind. How was he supposed to start this? Just like every other time? Every other time, it happened so naturally.  

“Hey,” she said, grasping his wrist, trying to stop the overthinking she could practically see scrolling across his face. 

He blinked a few times and met her eyes. “Sorry. I’m so… I mean, I’ve never anticipated something like this for so long.” The words were falling out of his mouth before he really had a chance to think through them. 

“Yeah, I get that,” she said. “I’m not sure I have either.” 

“I don’t want to fuck it up,” he admitted. 

A soft smile took over her face. “Quinn, it’s me. We've already had great sex. This is just another step.” 

Nodding, he took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out. Excitement reared in his stomach again, waging battle with his nerves. 

“I do think we should talk about it, though.” 

“Didn’t we already talk about it?”

“I mean, I think we should talk about what we want.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, what we're looking for.” She moved to sit on the living room couch, pulling him down with her. “I want to make sure we talk about it before we're in the heat of the moment so neither of us do something the other isn’t comfortable with.”

Quinn had never been with someone who communicated as much as Sarah. “It’s a product of the dead parents,” she’d told him when he asked her about it once, “life’s too short to not have the conversation.”

He sat next to her, “okay, so what do you want?”

“I want to feel you fuck me bare.” 

The frank way she said it made his whole body ring.

“And I want to feel you come inside me.” It felt dangerous and exciting to say it out loud, but she couldn't get it out of her mind. 

“Really?” Quinn asked, voice lilted with surprise. 

“Yeah. I've been dreaming about it,” she admitted. For the past few weeks, it seemed every time she would dream of him, the feeling of him filling her was so vivid that when she woke, her underwear would be soaked, almost as if she'd orgasmed in her sleep. “I'm guessing that's something you want, too?” 

He nodded. 

“Is there anything else you want?” 

He opened his mouth, then paused. 

She nodded, encouraging him. 

“I mean, there is something but it’s not a huge deal.” He was pretty certain she would at least consider it, but history had him trying to not get his hopes up.

“Tell me,” she urged, resting her hand on his knee. “I want to do what you want, too.” 

“I want to come on you,” he admitted, the words coming out all in a rush.

Eyes widening, Sarah couldn’t quite stifle the laugh that squeaked from her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she hurriedly back pedaled, seeing the hurt on his face, “I’m not laughing at you, it’s just — with the look on your face, I was bracing myself for something super kinky.”

“June hated it,” he said quietly. “She didn’t like cum at all.”

“So did you just wear condoms all the time?” 

“No. She didn’t like those either.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed together, an incredulous expression on her face. “You can’t have it both ways.” 

Something inside him unknotted. 

“I mean, did she insist you come in a tissue every time or something?” 

“Most of the time,” he amended, “sometimes I could come in her, but never on her.” 

June reminded Sarah so much of the mean girls she’d known throughout her life: content to demand things of others, knowing their social currency was enough to purchase obedience to all of those ridiculous rules. Part of her wondered if June even disliked cum, or if she was just trying to keep Quinn under her thumb. 

“Well I don’t have a problem with either. I mean, I don’t really love a facial, but other places are fine.” She paused for a moment, thinking about how often Quinn asked her questions, willing to learn, so he could please her better, “and, I mean, if you’re really invested in coming on my face, we can do it. I just don’t want it all the time.”  

He felt his eyelids grow heavy and he swallowed thickly. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. A relationship is a two way street. You deserve to get the things you want, too. ” 

The relieved smile he gave her in response made her want to slap June across the face. Quinn was so, so good — attentive and genuine and so willing to learn and please. She wanted to do the same for him. Besides, it wasn’t like Sarah had some kink for cum, at least she didn’t think she did, but feeling a partners pleasure in such a tangible way, always gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. 

“Is there anything else you want?” he asked. 

“No. You?” 

He shook his head.

“Alright,” she said, “I think we should go upstairs.” 

Quinn stopped trying to play it cool. He was too excited to play it cool. He grabbed her hand and raced up the stairs, glad that she laughed as she ran along with him. 

She threw open the door to his room. Sarah loved this room. It was in the corner of the building, and huge windows looked over the beautiful Vancouver skyline. The sun was setting, turning the harbor and city windows yellow and pink, casting their colors on the walls and spinning everything else in the room into gold. 

Before she could get too caught in the view, he was spinning her around, catching her mouth in a kiss that sucked the breath right out of her. 

Clothing was discarded, and they tumbled into his bed. 

They surged together and Sarah moaned. It was already so much better. 

Somehow, there was less pressure. He didn't have to think about pulling away to make sure they were safe. He could stay focused on her without any other worries. Why had he been so nervous? This felt, like she said, like the natural next step. 

When he pulled back to line himself up, Sarah pressed her hand to his pelvis stopping the movement. 

“What?” he asked, worried he'd hurt her. 

“We need lube,” she said. “Or more foreplay. The condoms you have have lube on them, so they slide easier. Without that I'm worried…” she trailed off. 

He hadn't even thought about it. “Which do you want?”

“I mean, I'm always game for more foreplay.”

Grinning, he leaned down to kiss her, rolling his hips against hers again. As their tongues tangled, she groaned into his mouth. 

“Tell me when you're ready,” he whispered in her ear before tracing his lips over her jaw and down her neck. He licked and kissed, while one of his hands fondled her breasts, working her up to those hitched little breaths and small moans he loved so much.

“Quinn,” she breathed, a few moments later, as her temperature spiked. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and his beard rasped against her skin. She’d never liked facial hair before him, but somehow, with Quinn, it was more arousing than painful. Probably because of what else he was doing. God, he was good with his mouth. 

Unbidden, but not unwelcome or unfamiliar, images crashed into her mind — Quinns head buried between her thighs, his magic tongue working her to a climax she knew would be mind melting. The fantasies made her desperate for him.

“I need you,” she gasped, feeling herself grow slick against the muscular ridge of his thigh he had wedged between her legs.

“I’m right here.”

“I need you inside me.”

Her admission made Quinn feel drunk with desire. Out of his mind with it. He pulled back and her hand covered his to help him line up.

Pressing into her was better than he’d imagined. 

She was so hot and wet and, “shit, you’re so tight,” he ground out, the words scraping over a moan. 

Now that the barrier was gone, the time spent waiting to remove it was well worth it. Her smooth walls hugged him perfectly. 

Just to feel the contrast, he withdrew to the tip, pulling a sharp breath through his teeth at the rush of cool air before he drove back into her warmth. His jaw dropped and he made some unintelligible sound.

Slick and slippery, his thrusts moved with her seamlessly as she rose to meet him again and again and again.

“So good,” she breathed, reveling in the feel of him - every vein and ridge that had been smoothed by the latex covering before felt so prominent now and, “Quinn, you feel so good.” 

The praise went straight to his head.

“You feel so —” he broke off with a growl. “Shit, you feel so amazing, Sarah. I — I —” He babbled, nearly blurting that he loved her. He bit that back. This wasn’t the time for that. He wanted that to be special, not something spluttered in a lust-drunk moment. “I don't know how long I can last,” he admitted instead. 

God, he was something else. Flushed and flustered, eyes half hooded, body tight with exertion and control, he looked delicious. The fact that he wanted her this much made her chest feel full to bursting.

A moan escaped her mouth as pleasure washed over her face. Her eyelashes fluttered.

Just like that, he was done for. Cooked.

“I can't… I can't,” he stammered. At least he lasted longer than the embarrassing two strokes from their first time.

“Then don't,” she panted, rocking her hips into his. Her own climax building as the thought of him finally coming inside her brought her sensitivity to a peak. 

Groaning her name, he let his body take over, rhythm turning sloppy. 

As she watched, his eyes fluttered closed and with a final, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt and let go. 

Feeling the very tangible result of his pleasure coat her walls made Sarah’s breath hitch. It only took a few more rocks of her hips before her body bowed, chest pressing flush to his as she pulsed around him, pleasure poured into her body. 

His mouth was open against her neck as he let out a sort of pained grunt.

Coming down, she melted into the soft mattress. 

His body followed hers, his weight pressing into her. He knew it was probably too heavy, but he couldn’t possibly hold himself up right now.

Quinns gasping breaths were crashing into her neck. Even though it didn’t make it any easier to catch her breath, she loved the solid weight of him on top of her.

Strength slowly returned to him and they both winced a little as he eased out. 

Flopping onto his back next to her, he groped for her hand. “Oh my god,” he breathed, once he had control of his voice. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, pulling some breaths deep into her lungs.

After a few more moments of basking in the afterglow, she moved to get up. He tugged her back, “where are you going?” 

“I need to pee. I'll be right back, I promise.” 

He didn't shy away from watching her pad to the bathroom and then back to the bed. 

Halfway through their second round, he was determined to feel Sarah come undone around him when he wasn’t so sensitive from his own orgasm. Working his fingers to her clit, he traced gentle patterns over the swollen nub. 

A pleasured sigh left her lips. “Oh,” Sarah breathed, “that feels so good, Quinn.”

She had to take a moment to make her mind concentrate on one thing at a time. Anticipation coiled tighter in her belly as she focused on his gentle, deliberate touch, the heat of his body above and inside her, and then, the feel of his cock, which had been so dulled before, it almost felt completely new.

He dipped lower, gathering more of her arousal on his fingers to slip and slide over her bundle of nerves. 

He didn’t try to hide or hold back from how good it felt when she fluttered around him. Her name panted from his mouth. Only when he felt himself sliding too close to the edge, did he bite his lip to distract himself. 

Seeing Quinn hold on for her, trying to draw out her orgasm before his own, made tenderness swell within her. It mixed with the pleasure in her veins, bringing her closer to the peak. How the hell did June not see him this way? 

She gasped his name before admitting, “I’m almost there.” 

“What do you need?” he asked, wrenching his eyes open to look into her face. 

“Keep going, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

He shook his head. Never. He would never stop trying to please her like this and any other way he could. 

The steady rhythm he restrained himself into did its job, and she tipped over the edge. 

The coil in her belly finally shattering, her body seized up as pleasure fractured through her like lightning. His name flew from her mouth in a hoarse cry. 

Jaw falling open, he grunted his pleasure as her core sucked him deeper with every rhythmic pulse. God, she felt even more incredible. Sarah was already the best he’d ever had, and now, the sex had just gotten better. How was that possible? 

Gripping the sheets, he held on for her, moaning and muttering about how good she felt coming around him.

Sarah was mesmerized by him. His eyes were shut now, the skin around them taut, but his jaw was lax, nearly hanging open. His arms flexed, mountains and valleys of muscle on either side of her, straining with the effort of holding himself up. 

Electricity was still buzzing faintly through her veins, even as her high ebbed away. She couldn’t wait any longer to fulfill his fantasy.

“Come on me, Quinn.” 

Breath lodged in his throat and his eyes flew open, frantically searching her face. “You're sure?”

“Yes. I want you to. Come on me,” she repeated, running her fingers up her chest as an example. 

In a rush of want, he planked above her, quickly tugging on his cock, slick with her arousal, until he exploded, painting a sticky white line up her chest.

She seemed to preen under the assault, arching her back and moaning as if it was something she’d been waiting her whole life for. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.  

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as his limbs turned to jelly. 

He managed to lower himself on top of her without dropping, feeling his cum slick between their skin. 

“Holy shit, that was so hot,” he panted against her mouth. 

In a few minutes time, Sarah knew she'd be squirming for a shower, but for now, she felt extremely gratified with fulfilling this fantasy for him. She smiled, replaying the look of shocked elation on his face when she requested it.

Tracing her fingers up the bumps of his spine, she took in a deep breath and let it sigh out of her lungs, reveling in the weight of his body on hers. 

Finally catching his breath, he lifted his head, arching an eyebrow. “Where did all of this come from?”

“All what?” 

He traced a finger through the valley of her breasts, gathering some of his cum. “This,” he said, “your little exhibitionist streak when I came on you.”

“Oh,” she somehow blushed despite her flushed skin. “I wanted to be good for you. You’re so good to me all the time, I want you to feel that, too.” 

That simple statement, her admittance that she did it for him, made his head spin. How could he have ever thought what he had with June was love? He saw now how a love that met you half way blew her idea of love, which he knew now was more about control, out of the water. 

A few minutes later, Sarah’s sweaty, post-sex skin began to itch. “Shower?” she asked. 

“Snacks,” Quinn countered, his head still resting on the front of her shoulder. 

A laugh shook her chest, “shower then snacks.”

He supposed it could work.

A short while later, they were in the kitchen, and Quinn was having an argument with himself.

They needed to have a conversation, but it was terrible timing. He didn’t want her to think he was only bringing it up because of what happened that night. At the same time, he'd been thinking about it since before his parents' visit, when she'd brought up the WAG jackets. Now that his mom and dad had met her and approved, the only thing holding him back was his brother's approval. He wasn't sure he wanted to wait that long.

He was about to leave again, and the family skate was coming up after he got back. He wanted her to come, but he was so tired of introducing her as the girl he was seeing. Sarah was more than that, now. It didn’t fit anymore, and it was too damn long to keep saying. 

If they didn’t talk about it now, he worried there wouldn’t be enough time.

He glanced at her. She was wearing a shirt with a funny little cartoon of a fork and a spoon that said, ‘Spooning leads to forking’ along with a pair of matching shorts. Her thighs were bare and lovely in the dim light as she sat on the counter, eating a piece of cheese she’d stolen from the sandwich he was building for them to split. 

He put the top piece of bread on and decided he should just blurt it out. He didn’t think there would be a better way. The longer he waited, the harder it would be to bring up.

“What do you think about being my girlfriend?” he said, looking up.

Her hand paused on the way to her mouth, the cheese missing an almost cartoon-like bite  — a little scalloped half moon cut into one corner.

“Am —” Sarah paused, wondering if this was some kind of a trick question. “Am I not?” 

“No,” he said before his brain caught up with him. “No, you are, but I mean, like, formally?” 

Her head tilted to one side, “Of course. I’ve been thinking of you as my boyfriend for a few weeks now. Pretty much since you met Trav and the kids.”

A sigh breathed through him. 

“Did you think I was gonna say no?” 

“I don’t…I mean, I didn’t want you to think I was only bringing it up because of the unprotected sex thing.” 

“That is pretty terrible timing on your part,” she conceded, laughing. “It’s a good thing I…” she trailed off, stopping herself from continuing out loud. Why couldn’t she just come out and say it? So what if she was in her ridiculous pajamas in his kitchen? She’d brought them with her expressly because she thought they would make him laugh, and she’d been right. The delighted surprise that had escaped his mouth when he’d seen them was something she knew she’d treasure for a long time.

“A good thing you?” he repeated, hope ballooning in his chest. 

“It’s a good think I know you’re not just in it for the sex,” she said, lamely.

Quinn’s expression went from hopeful to distraught right before her eyes. “How could you think that?” he asked, his voice embarrassingly earnest.

“Quinn, I —” 

He cut her off, “I like so many things about you, Sarah. You’re smart and funny and you’re kind to everyone you meet, and you’re so dedicated to your work.” He was rambling now, but if she thought he was in this just for the sex? He would die of shame. 

“I like that you’ve never treated me like anything else but Quinn, and you’re always willing to meet me half way,” he said, his voice taking on an almost frantic quality as he tried to convey what she meant to him. “And I —” 

“Quinn.” 

The way she said his name made him stop short. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, her hand coming up to gently cup his jaw. “I was teasing. I know you’re not just in it for the sex. Someone who only wanted sex wouldn’t have waited four weeks to have it.” 

She had a valid point. 

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Quinn.” 

Leaning in to kiss her, he felt as if someone had struck a match, setting his heart ablaze. 

Settling into bed, Quinn remembered he hadn’t told her yet. 

“Hey, my family’s coming in for the finals. They’ll be here on the 20th.” 

“Oh,” she said, obvious disappointment on her face.

“Is that not…okay?” 

Feeling her cheeks blaze, Sarah realized she hadn’t shared that expectation with him yet. “It’s just…my last final is that day and I’ve kind of been looking forward to you fucking me silly as a reward for finishing.”

His eyes went huge, “oh.”

“It's one of the ideas that's kept me going, honestly.”

“I could still do that,” he said, the words rushing out of his mouth.

“With your family in the house? I don't think so.”

“At yours then.”

“With my roommates there?”

He bit his lip. “We could get a hotel?”

“Because that's not weird when you have people, let alone family, staying at your house.”

“I’ll tell them to come a day later,” he offered. 

“Would they buy that without an explanation?”

“Would I have to give them one?”  

“I don't know. Would you? My family would want to know. You’ll have to make something up.”

“You don’t want me to tell them they can’t come on the 20th because my girlfriend finally finished her classes and wants to be fucked all night?” he teased. 

Giggling, she smacked his shoulder lightly, “I think I might die if your mom knew that about me,” she admitted, part of her mind still caught on the open way he used the girlfriend title. 

He laughed. “I’ll just tell them we have a late team meeting, or something so it would be better for them to come in on 21st. It’ll be fine.” 

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hey ur writing a so good vould you write a smut with miles Morales( not 42) and reader using webs as hand cuffs, thanks <333

Ofc, babes!! IF ANY OF YALL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, SAY IT WITH ME KNOW. IF IT DON’T APPLY, LET IT FLY. LEAVE ME TF ALONE IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH MY SMUT BC I GENUINELY DO NOT GAF

A/N; Hey y’all. Keep requesting as always and if you have an issue with this particular piece of work or any of my other smuts, please feel free to politely fuck off 🥰(I’m sorry I’m so sick of the comments under my post y’all).

Warnings: imma try not to put too many bc Tumblr will shadowban this post and i gotta feed y’all, look at the request, b0nd@ge, fluff, br33ding,d1rty t@lk, nicknames, $mut,lmk if I missed some

As the rain pattered against your dorm window, you sipped from a mug of tea as you had just finished your English essay and designing Miles’ new web shooters. He was currently out using them and trying them out as you took notes on their flaws and how they could be fixed. Miles always told you not too worry about his web shooters and just focus on making his suit more durable and you always told him:

“I can do both, Spider-Man’s girlfriend/engineer always does both"

He would chuckle and laugh and say:

“As long as you’re happy, Mami."

Miles let you have a lot of creative freedom with his design seeing as you were also his “girl in the chair” assisting him on missions sometimes, designing/building him new tech, testing out new fluid combos and overall, keeping him safe. As much as Miles enjoyed you being active in his escapades, he worries that something will happen and you’ll be targeted and used for something horrible. You reassure Miles that this will never happen because there is nothing connecting you to his suit or machinery due to your advanced tracking system being untraceable by outside forces. You installed a firewall so potent, it took you three months of nonstop work to crack it. When you finally did, Miles and you had celebrated for a whole week.

As you enjoyed your unusual alone time, you waited for Miles to tap on your window and enter.

“Hey, Spidey. How’d they work?” you smiled at your tall boyfriend

“They held up, thats for sure. I had to stop a bank robbery and those guys had some pretty jacked up weapons but the shooters did their job. How are you amor?” Miles spoke

“I’m good. I pounded through my English essay and yours.” You said, grabbing his suit to tinker with some of the shooters leaving him bare in your room in only his mask

“What’s the essay on again?” He said, grabbing a shirt as you saw his visible goosebumps on his skin due to the sudden temperature change

“The effects of technology on modern civilization” you smiled at Miles

Miles chuckled at this

“Damn, they called you out, huh?” Miles said, climbing on your ceiling and attempting to web a bottle of water

“looking for something?” you smiled, waving his shooters at him

“yeah actually.” he smirked

“You’ll have them in a sec.” you said screwing something in

“try em now” you said, throwing them to Miles

Miles tried them and they worked perfectly, even better than you had anticipated. Of course, he tested them by webbing you to him.

“Thank you, mami. You always get me right.”

Miles pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, you could tell he was incredibly grateful for the time and effort you put into him and his alter ego. The kiss could’ve lasted eternity as your mouths moved in perfect motion of each other before you pulled away:

“Should we try out new web formula?” you said barely above a whisper, your eyes fluttering open

Miles chuckled

“Nah, the current one will work fine for this”

Before you could ask what was going on, Miles webbed you to the wall. He turned you around so your stomach was against the wall. He made sure to strategically place the webs so that your hands and ankles were bonded extra tight to the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever” Miles said

Miles webbed your mouth before you could say anything and started rubbing you through your clothes. He fondled your perfect tits and cursed under his breath:

“Shit I’m so lucky"

He sucked on your neck as little moans and whimpers escaped. He moved his hands under your clothes and ripped them in one swift motion:

“I’ll buy you a new top and shorts, mami” Miles said

You moaned out an “awww” but it was quickly interrupted by Miles rubbing your clit while leaving kisses along the back of your neck. You felt a knot in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to moan out Miles’ name as you approached your orgasm.

You felt yourself twitch as you moaned and whimpered, tears falling from your face as Miles stopped and started palming and smacking your ass:

“You thought it was gonna be that easy, Mami? como si no me conocieras” Miles taunted in your ear

All you could do was just moan and cry as you were completely under his command. He then snaked two fingers inside of you and started prepping you for his dick:

"Es tan apretada, mi princesa” he said, lowly

Miles knew that when he spoke Spanish to you, you get flustered and shut down. You turn into a giggling mess and this situation was no different; It didn’t help because Miles was kissing your sweet spot on your neck causing you to feel overstimulated. Your legs shook and you were practically sobbing as your boyfriend abused your technology and your body:

“Fuckkk you wanna cum, Mami? You want me inside of you, princesa? I wanna fuck your tight little pussy so bad I’m gonna cum in your womb when I’m in there. You gonna let me? You gonna let me make you feel good, hm?” Miles taunted

“Mhmmm” you mumbled. You nodded and turned to face him.

“If you weren’t webbed, I’d make you beg for it; but you’re formula makes it so that you won’t be begging for another three hours” Miles smirked

“mmmmmm” you mumbled

All this time, Miles was taunting your hole with his head, pushing it in and out and watching your hole drip with anticipation. You were sobbing and all you wanted was to feel full and to cum but Miles more interested in watching his powerful, smart girlfriend, fall apart on his cock like putty. The lewd sounds your pussy exuded were driving Miles crazy as he watched you beg for him with your eyes.

Miles pushed himself in and bottomed out. Your soft, plush walls sending his senses into overdrive as he forced himself to move and not just enjoy your pussy squeezing around him. The feeling of being full and the sight of Miles inside of you was enough to make your high return on steroids. Your legs shook as you moaned and whimpered alongside Miles’ own whimpers and groans. As you approached your highs, Miles’ thrusts became sloppier and harder as your body followed the rhythm of his thrusts and began to shake. Before you knew it, your eyes blurred, and you let out a long drawn out moan and a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you; had it not been for the webs, you would’ve fell to your knees.

Not long after, you felt Miles twitch and his movements stilled as he emptied his cum inside of you, his breathing became heavier as yours did too. Miles placed soft kisses along your figure and whispered praises against your body:

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Mami. I love you so much. You did so well"

You felt yourself get weak in the knees but Miles had been supporting your stomach and your weight. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who emptied his cum into your womb but due to the webbing situation, you couldn’t. Miles felt this and he snapped the webs off of your hands and ankles in a flash. As you both were calming down, you saw a geometric blast of light before seeing Gwen’s face:

“WOAH! uh did I catch you guys at a bad time?” She asked awkwardly, covering her eyes.

You and Miles exchanged glances before he smirked and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks

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White Towels! Damien x Reader

warnings: Swearing ofc, yelling, arguments, suggestive, mentions of sex, no actual sex.

genre: fluff? established relationship

wc: 702

characters: #1 prince of hell! Damien LaVey!

synopsis: You and Damien argue over who gets the top bunk

a/n: I wrote this forever ago, it's been in my drafts for ages but now it's all done! i will cry when it comes time to update my masterlists I colored what you say since there's a lot of dialogue. Damien. Reader.

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“JUST SLEEP ON THE BOTTOM BUNK!”

“NO!”

“WHY NOT! YOU’RE ALWAYS FINE WITH BEING UNDER ME!”

“OH HARDY-HAR-HAR!”

“IT’S TRUE!”

“WERE GOING TO BED, NOT FUCKING!”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK”

“YEAH WELL- what?”

“what?”

“What did you just say Damien?” You ask, arms crossed, throat sore.

The two of you are out on a mini vacation for a date, it was your anniversary gift to him (The ability to gain a reputation for trouble in another dimension before blowing it up.) 

But the hotel you’re staying in only has bunk beds for sleeping arrangements. And this dimension has bunks for most- if not all arrangements. Bunk sofas, bunk chairs, bunk banks That Damien is especially excited about, bunk bookshelves, bunk airplanes, and much more. 

But unlike everything else where you two are able to go for top or bottom without so much as thinking about it. The top bunk is where you both want to sleep. 

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have yet to share a bed outiside of sex. but the idea of sleeping together has been skilfully avoided, causing this mess.

“What I said is not important! What is important is that you let me sleep on the top bunk!” He pouts. matching your mannerisms.

“No it’s not! this is so insignificant!”

“Well, if it’s so insignificant then lemme  sleep on the top!”

“No!”

“Well I’m a the prince of Hell so-”

“Put your royalty card right back up your ass!”

“Put it there yourself!”

“don’t threaten me with a good time LaVey!”

“Don’t use your horny on my threats!"

“You started it!”

“No!”

“Yes!"

“No!”

“Yes!”

 As you two pointlessly argue Damien steps closer and closer, you do the same. Until you’re practically chest to chest glaring into eachothers eyes. 

The funky part about this is that neither of you are mad. Damien lost the ability to cover his feelings for you with rage ages ago, and you just think he’s too pretty to be mad at. So this is truly just a fun game you’re playing. 

Looking into his golden eyes, you remember that. The thought makes you smile. He frowns in response.

“What’s so funny, fucknut?”

“Well-” You start.

“Uhm, I-I have towels.”

You both look to the door and see a bear-dog hybrid (don’t ask) holding white towels with a look of terror on their face. Temporarily dropping the ‘argument’ you and Damien head over to them.

“I don’t mean to interrupt. I just forgot to drop them off earlier. And then I heard you two arguing and I thought I should leave you alone. But what if you got-”

“Give us the fucking things and scram. We’re busy.” Damien growls. Making the poor bear-dog whimper. 

“Thanks!” You say taking the towels off their hands. They look at you and relax a bit.

“A-also, I don’t mean to pry but. Why not share the top bunk? This hotel was made for couples on double dates…”

You and Damien look at each other, heat capturing your faces.

“Uhm… go away please.” You beam. Taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

“Oh yes of course! Be sure to call down if you need anything!” They say running off.

“Do you want to share the bed with me Damien?” You ask. 

The demon blushes, leaning against the white bunk couch next to the door. 

“I don’t fucking know… I’ll share the bed with you if you want.” he mumbles.

You sigh, placing the towels on the living room table. 

“I want to sleep on the top bunk, and if there just so happens to be a spicy red adult who is already laying in that bed. Then I think I’d be okay with that. I might actually prefer to have him there than sleep alone in that big bed.” You state, batting your eyelashes at him. He smirks, walking to sit on the bottom bunk of the couch.

“Well, I wanna sleep on the top bunk too. And… I’ll beat you there!” He yells, taking off.

“Hey no fair!” You shout after him. as your joint laughter fills the room. 

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[hunxi-after-hours]

hello everyone I'm having too good of a time with 《禁止存档》 Save Files Forbidden by 年终 so I'm planning to bring everyone else down with me into the death swamp :)))

tag will be "(corrosive) bog days of summer" because it's been 90 degrees for about a week straight now and even I, a 铁打的Californian, am beginning to melt a little

general premise under the cut, but let me just take a moment to say that neither the title nor the summary on jjwxc prepared me for the ultimate genre of this book (workplace comedy between two people who are so aggressively responsible that they've tricked themselves into thinking they're just friends)

ok ok so in chapter 1: your main character is one of the best players in this post-apocalyptic immersive video game, but he’s decided that after ten years, it’s time for him to retire after this one last mission

the video game — corrosion — is famous for 1) not being a PVP video game, but more collaborative (teams work together to help purify a corrupted apocalyptic wasteland), and 2) not allowing save files. If you die in this video game, you’re out of the running for the rest of your life. so the fact that our main character has been in this for ten years is genuinely very impressive

anyway! he’s like. well I’m outta here after this mission, I’m gonna go find my internet friend who I’ve been in love with this entire time and confess to them. I’m prettttttyyy sure that my internet friend is a quiet, logical girl who moonlights as our team strategist via chat, but if they're a guy I’m not opposed to trying it out!

ofc complications in last mission results in him doing a ~ great heroic sacrifice ~ and so he ends up flinging himself into a corrosive death bog, whereupon he's like. ah well, we had a good run! time to go back to the real world and confess to the love of my life

and as he sinks into the corrosive death bog he’s like. hey. hey wait a minute. why isn’t the death sequence loading

anyway he wakes up in chapter 2 like “godDAMMIT I’m still stuck in this stupid game. I’m gonna sue the hell out of this video game company” and goes off to find some NPCs who’ll help him contact customer service

he finds some NPCs. he walks up to them like "hiiiiiiii so I don’t know what bug in the system is preventing me from logging out but I’d really appreciate it if y’all—" and then they open fire on him

TURNS OUT!!! he is now video game monster to everyone. more specifically, he is now a walking death bog (jazz hands)

MEANWHILE FROM THE INTERNET FRIEND’S PERSPECTIVE

first of all, he is a man. this is a danmei novel after all

second of all, he is the? (a?) high general of post-apocalyptic human civilization. of course he is, but more importantly this also explains why he’s good at strategy

third of all, he’s talking to his ex-girlfriend (who is a lesbian; they were dating to get both their families off their backs, and now that their families want them to get married they’ve broken up). and high general man is like “hi so something definitely went wrong with the love of my life. I’m gonna go look for him. in the meantime I need you to do some investigation”

and she’s like “I canNOT believe you made me ditch my date for this. fine” and as she walks out the door he stops her and is like “remember. whatever you do. make sure that when you interact with the players, that they don’t realize that their world is the simulation, and the world they think is a video game is actually reality” and she rolls her eyes at him like “yeah yeah don’t die” and walks out

SIKE

THIS IS A POST-APOCALYPTIC SCIENCE FICTION NOVEL

and it keeps going from there :)))))))

[gowonders]

makeup sex with dom taehyun who has a bulge kink?

my reaction to this ask, GOD ANGRY TAEHYUNBNNNWKWUHWJEISIWIWI anyways ofc bae 🥹 also sorry this took me like 10 years to get to i had to think of a plot ..

warnings: actor fem reader, actor mean!dom taehyun, enemies to sorta friends 😉, cursing, manhandling, pretty much public sex…, unprotected (wrap before u tap bae), bulge kink! (duh..), choking, reader blacks out LMAO, lmk if i missed any!

“no. not happening.” said taehyun as he sees you’ve been casted together. your reaction wasn’t too far off as you read over the file one more time, no way. “do you know?? we cannot work together?” your parents had been sworn enemies since before you were born, so that was passed onto you. “fuck it, whatever. i’ll work with him, be an actual mature adult!” you snap, annoying grin growing on your face. and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking back at the director with one more pleasing look. “no can do.. um, unless you don’t want the roll..?” the director asks, tilting her head at him. “ugh.. no. i’ll get over it.” he says, thanking the director before standing up and leaving her office, and you follow, giving her a large thanks before leaving the office. and as you step out, a hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you to some empty meeting room. which you soon find to be taehyun as he sits you on the large table. “okay. i know i we hate eachother, but were gonna be dating in the show, and it’s gonna be awkward as hell from everything we have to do, so i was wondering if you’d like.. i dunno.. let me fuck you.. so it seems natura-“ he says. “you just wanna get your dick wet.” you cut him off, though. “i do?? i could pick some other chick to do it if you’re not up for it, i just needed an excuse, damn. plus it’d be extra satisfying to absolutely ruin you.” he snaps back, standing closer to you as his hands lay onto your thighs. you laugh as he does so, you really don’t think he could.. “i’d like to see you tr-“ before you could even finish, his hands slide up from your thighs, and onto your chest, pushing you down onto the cold table, making you whine quietly as he does so. “you okay with this?” he asks hurriedly, almost like he’s been wanting to do this..?!?!-?-$-$/&/&

“yeah fine whatever just get over with it.” you spew, and with that, his fingers are hooking under your skirt, pulling the waistband of your panties and skirt down your legs, fabric gathering at your ankles, a small gasp leaving your lips as your bare skin meets the cold table. taehyuns eyes scan the room for cameras— and while there are none of those, there is windows, covered by blinds. and if someone looked for a little too long, they could most definitely see you two. but to taehyun? “fuck it.” he thinks, and you can hear the clink of his belt above you.. and bam. his tip is rubbing at your entrance, and with one swift motion, he’s in you, groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him. “wait— you’re not even gonna use a condom???” you ask, eyes wide in shock. “chill babe, i’ll pull out..” he says, and soon after, he’s snapping his hips into yours without remorse, almost like he’s punishing you for something. his relentless pace has your back arching into him, and it’s ripping sobs out of you that you never thought you’d hear from yourself. “t-taehyun— fuck!!! slow down—“ you beg, nails digging into his shoulders as a way to relieve any harsh actions he makes. “no,” he grunts, leaning his head back, eyes subtly scanning the room once more to see if anyone was peeping in. “gonna- gonna fuck you into some sense- make you stop being a bitch.” he takes your hand by the wrist, and starts pounding you harder (if that was even possible..) he takes your hand and places it on your stomach, right where you can feel him, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you that makes your moans break and your breath hitch. “you feel me?? huh?? i’m gonna fucking have you only think about me- make you know how much- fuck- better i am than you, yeah?” he says, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls practically suck him in, a small whine leaving his lips. “noooooo..” you whine pathetically. “yesssss…” he teases back, pressing your hand into your stomach a little more, so you feel him even better, and it makes him practically short circuit when he opens his eyes and sees how fucked out you are, keeping your hand on your stomach, and the way you sound.. it’s so, so adorable.. he could just “g’na cum..” he mumbles, free hand shaking up to your throat, lightly squeezing at it, making you feel lightheaded. you shake your head, hushed whimpers and pleas leaving you as he makes his last few thrusts. you feel his hips stutter on yours, loud groans leaving him as he does so, he squeezes your throat tighter, making you practically breathless. with that, plus the way he uses you with such force, you lose consciousness..

however, when you regain it, youre met with the sight of taehyun wiping his seed off your tummy, a shy look on his face, one you haven’t seen before. “sorry…” he mutters, he’s fully dressed now, but his cheeks are flushed and covered in sweat. “i was too rough.. just wanted to um. prove a point.” he says, finishing whatever he was cleaning off you, and pulling your panties and skirt back up, helping you up from the table. you smile weakly at him and nod, a small laugh leaving you. “excited to shoot with you, yn.” he mumbles,

and you guess you are as well.

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i hope you liked this, anonieee!!!!

[astraystayyh]

SAHAR!!! I know you don't really know me and we don't really talk, but you were one of my biggest motivations when I was first getting into fic writing and I was hoping that we could start talking a little more haha (no pressure ofc)

but I wanted to hear your thoughts on detective!hyunjin because a bodyguard!Lix fic is currently rotting in my drafts and I was thinking about making a spin off for hyunjin because he is the detective in that series and he is so fine—

LIKE LOOK AT THIS MAN!!

WOULD HE NOT MAKE THE BEST DETECTIVE?!?!

haha but yeah its going to be an enemies to lovers story where they are trying to catch the man who killed his sister (the plot twist is crazy) she ends up getting a lead on the case and having to be forced to work with eachother... and nobody falls in love of course

haha yeah feel free to ignore this ofc I was just curious and kinda wanted somebody to talk to about my brain rot <3333

(also your newest fic?!?! beautiful. no words. deserves to be published.)

hiiiii cookie please feel freee to always come talk to me!!!! im a horrible texter 😭 but im always here if u wanna talk especially if u wanna BRAINSTORM AAA IT’S MY FAV THING!!!!! detective hyunjin sounds so good!!!! that man is actually smart, silly, but smart ID LOVE TO READ IT. and it’s enemies to lovers??? sign me up!!!!!!!!!! that actually sounds a bit like the plot line of this turkish series i watched which was PHENOMENAL so im even more excited now :,)

and thank youuuu <3333 i’m so happy you liked my new fic and im so so so honored that i inspired you to start posting?? thats so fucking crazy to me hello!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you keep on writing for as long as it makes you happy, and i hope it makes u happy for a long time :)

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter sixty-eight // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this fic: 6.7k warnings for this chapter: p in v, fingering, dirty talk

a million boops to my beta reader banners by @cafekitsune

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Eight:

Cliveden’s gardens at night in the winter are beautiful. They’re vast and eerily empty, though that could just be the stillness of the night. Victorian lamp posts light the way and with the gently falling snow, kinda gives me Narnia vibes.

 I wander around, careful to stick to the crunchy gravel paths and keep the main house in sight. This isn’t the first time I’ve had such an opportunity for escape. Yeah, I could Apparate anywhere, but why? Now that a plan will be in place, what’s the point? It’s exactly what I wanted. 

Movement draws my eye and I catch Diana’s head above the shrubbery, heading in my direction. I’m not ready to go inside yet, so I sit on a nearby bench and wait for her to join me.

“Did they send you to make sure I was still here?” I ask, mostly teasing.

“Kyle did,” she admits as she sits next to me. She’s all bundled up in a stylish thick wool coat while I’m just fine in my Ilvermorny sweater and Thomus’ scarf. “But that’s alright, I’d much rather talk to you.”

Instantly my guard's up. “About what?”

She hesitates for a moment, but I give her my best encouraging expression, despite my raging nerves. 

“Well, I wanted to ask how you feel about Thomus.”

I blink, my eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, um, well, I -”

“It’s just that Jake seems to think you genuinely care about him because of how adamant you are about his safety,” she says. “Now that I’ve met you and I’ve seen you two together, I think he’s right, but I wonder if it’s more than that.”

I think about my answer for a few moments, but respond with a question instead. “Is this because you two used to date?”

She immediately shakes her head and chuckles. “Definitely not. It didn’t last longer than a month or two and it was a long time ago.”

“Did-did he break up with you?” I ask with some hesitation.

“I dumped him actually,” she says. “He just… When we hung out or went on dates, his mind always seemed like it was elsewhere.  The only time he seemed fully present and invested was when we…” she trails off. 

“When what?” I prompt.

She gives me a sheepish expression. “Sorry, it might be a bit TMI.”

I shrug and shake my head. “Don’t worry. There’s no such thing as TMI for me. I need everything.” Even if that information guts me. I’d always rather know.

“When we were sleeping together,” she says all in one breath.

I don’t say anything, waiting to hear more. “Oh, is that it?”

Her eyebrows tilt up in sympathy. “I suppose if I were in your situation I wouldn’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah,” I say, looking down. “I can see that. Do you know what he was so focused on?”

“Well, I know his mother had passed away a few months before and then there was… her .”

“Bellatrix,” I sigh knowingly.

“He visited her every couple weeks - no matter what. I didn’t even know he was still going after we started dating. When I confronted him, he insisted there was nothing physical going on between them, but I… had my doubts. He told me he stopped going after that, but I know he went back after it ended,” she explains. “Does he still see her often?”

“I… have no idea honestly.”

“Have you not asked?”

I shake my head. “Why would I?”

“Because you two are…” she sighs. “It’s complicated, I know.”

“There’s a massive power imbalance between us and I’m not going to let myself forget that, regardless of how I feel.”

“What about how he feels?” she asks gently.

“If anything he feels is real, then why am I still his prisoner?” I answer a little too quickly. “He doesn’t see me as his equal. I don’t want to belong to him like I’m some kind of possession. I want a partner willing to rely on me as I want to rely on them in return. How can anyone be devoted to an object?” I finish by inhaling sharply, having taken short breaths during my lament. 

Her lips press together as she regards me with a cautious look. “The world has really changed since Harry Potter died,” she says. “No one is doing well - especially muggleborns. No one has been able to fly under the radar since they started implementing some kind of forced registry.” She pauses and then chuckles. “And you would not be able to go unnoticed.”

I sigh. “It’s the hair isn’t it?”

“Actually, no,” she says. “You’d be surprised how popular some of these articles about you have been.”

Now this, I’m taken aback. "Articles? As in more than one?"

"I'm afraid so. The best one is from the New York Ghost , but Witch Weekly's was pretty nice. Does someone have it out for you at The Daily Prophet , by any chance?"

"Probably Rita Skeeter," I grumble. I want to know what they've been saying about me. "Though I'm surprised I was interesting enough for one article, let alone multiple."

"I disagree," she says. "I think what you're doing is very brave. You haven't given up despite all these odds stacked against you. Honestly, I was really excited to meet you when I heard you were coming."

I blush, laughing awkwardly. "I, um, I'm sorry, I definitely had no idea you existed until tonight. Thank you for inviting me to that thing on New Years Eve, even though I can't go. It reminded me of what being normal was like."

"No problem!" she smiles. "I would've been glad to have you. You’re super cool and totally normal.” She winks at me and quietly laughs to herself. “But seriously, you should consider thinking that he might just want to keep you safe, where he can protect you.”

“But I can protect myself ,” I gently protest. “It’s because I’ve been under his ‘care’ that I’ve been vulnerable! He has to realize that.”

Her eyes soften with sympathy. “I think he does, because there was one weekend Jake told me about. He’d just met you and Thomus in Edinburgh and you’d been… assaulted while they’d all just been standing there, unknowing. He said he’d never seen Thomus be that violent before - violent without using magic that is.”

I stare at her eye-wided, enthralled with this story. This change in perspective. 

“And then the next night, there’d been this party Thomus got drunk at and Jake said he could tell something was really bothering him. Apparently, he was really reluctant to talk about it, too.”

I scoff. “I hope he got over himself and opened up so you can share this information with me now.”

“Yeah, so he finally said he blamed himself for being an idiot and not paying better attention. Like, it really hit him that your safety was in his hands.”

I… don’t know what I’m allowed to feel. My heart wants to swoon and my mind wants to roll its eyes. Except, if he’s not as terrible as I thought, am I allowed to hope? 

“I think I remember when he came home,” I admit. “We continued drinking and he asked me how I felt - which was very new for us at the time.”

Diana smiles ruefully. “Does he get points for trying, at least?”

“We’ll see,” I say. “I’m definitely nervous that it could all just be a… fling to him.”

Diana startles me by releasing a loud cackle.

“A fling?!” she bellows, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh honey, you’re delusional.”

“What? No!” I protest. “I’m being realistic.”

“Oh Lady Morgana,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes and standing. “Come on, let’s go inside before my fingers fall off.”

~*~

By the early hours of the morning, I’m utterly exhausted. 

Kyle had changed his mind and decided to tell me his roughly outlined plan. It’s not terrible, but luckily the rough bits still have time to be hammered out. I should have plenty of notice before I have to leave, plenty of time for contingencies.

Thomus is out like a light, still snoring softly, when I return. I try to be as quiet as possible as I strip down to my undies and crawl into the massive four-poster bed with him. 

It must not be massive enough, though, because just me softly rolling into position beneath the covers is enough to rouse a few sleepy words from him.

“Darling?” he rasps and I feel his hands reach for me in the dark.

“Hi,” I whisper. “Sorry I woke you.”

He hums and pulls himself closer, resting his head on my chest. “How did we get back to the cottage?” he says sleepily, curling himself against me.

“We didn’t,” I say, running a hand through his hair and the other over his shoulders. “We’re still at Cliveden.”

“Hm, I don’t remember getting here.”

His tone isn’t setting off any alarm bells. It’s low and gravelly, like he’s not entirely awake yet.  He’s just mindlessly chatting and I just have to be casual.

“Well, you were very drunk,” I say. “You passed out playing Exploding Snap. Jake had to levitate you up here.”

His arm around my waist tightens, pulling me tighter against him. “You didn’t leave.”

I don’t say anything, panic instantly spiking my heart rate, and I hope he’s not awake enough to pay attention.

“You could have, but you didn’t,” he continues. “Not that I’d blame you if you did.”

I stay silent, trying to convince myself that his calm demeanor is because whatever he’s talking about, couldn’t be about the drama of the night. There's no way he was awake enough to hear what we said. 

“No,” I murmur. “I didn’t.”

“What room did he put us in?” he murmurs.

I let out a sudden strained laugh. “You’d never guess.”

~*~

On New Year’s Eve, Thomus leaves again. He says it’s to finish last minute tasks for the Gala and whatnot and I feel… depressed… again. I’m mostly uninterested in eating - I ate a bologna and cheese sandwich for dinner. I’m not in the mood to read, listen to music or watch any movies, but I’ve had The Nanny on all day - just to make the house less quiet.

So I just go to bed at the blessed hour of 8pm. 

I’ve barely been in bed for longer than fifteen minutes when the easily recognizable sound of the Floo roaring to life drifts up the stairs. I’ve sat up by the time Thomus finds me.

“In bed already?” he asks, surprised. “On New Year's Eve?”

I shrug, holding the blanket up to my naked chest. “It’s not the easiest holiday to spend by yourself.”

Thomus sits on the edge of the bed, swiftly leaning in to kiss my cheek. “And I don’t intend for you to, I agree completely.” He jumps up, taking long strides through the bathroom to my room, where I hear him opening the wardrobe. I sigh, scooting to the edge to throw my legs over it. It’s just my luck I was already in bed.

“A little warning might have been nice,” I say when he returns, arm cradling a black hoodie and black leggings. 

He takes one look at me and the next moment he’s tossing my clothes on the bed and crowding into my space. His large hands cradle my head as he braces me for his lips on mine. He leans in and I have to prop my arms behind me so we don’t fall backward. Of course this causes the blanket to fall and his hand swoops down to cup and grope my chest, the attention causing my nipples to harden. 

His kisses take my breath away and my thighs are quick to part for him. His hips slide right into the space provided, grinding his hard-on against me. My kisses slacken because all of my attention goes right to my throbbing clit and I desperately whimper.  

His hips rock against me one more time before he pulls away, both of us breathless. His eyes trail down my body as he speaks. “We don’t have much time,” he says. “I will have to savor you later.”

When he steps completely away from me, I’m left cold, so I quickly slide on the oversized hoodie as he adjusts himself in his pants.

“Savor me?” I ask when I stand, stepping into the pants one leg at a time.

He chuckles, watching me wiggle the waistband up over my hips and stomach. “I thought it was a bit more romantic than fuck.”

Ping . There goes the tiniest fracture in my heart for him. I scramble for something clever or funny to say. 

“I suppose it could’ve been worse,” I say, popping in a British accent for the last word. “You could’ve said shag .”

“Cute,” he smirks.

I follow him downstairs, sliding on my socks before I stop at the door for my sneakers and turn for the fireplace.

He clicks his tongue. “Not that way.”

I narrow my eyes and follow him out the door. He takes me to the spot beyond the fence and touches the tattoo before Apparating us to the Manor. The front gates are open and he swiftly takes hold of my tattoo again to get me over the barrier. 

We walk down the entrance path, under gilded arches and golden fairy lights crossing overhead from the tall hedges. Holding my hand, he pulls me around the building along the back toward a door being held open by an elf.

“Miss,” Remmy says to me in a disinterested greeting and drops his voice to a whisper. “Master Thomus, Mistress expects you in fifteen minutes. Master isn’t even dressed -”

“Don’t worry, Remmy, I will be there,” Thomus reassures them as we pass. “Mums the word about Miss Alder, remember?”

“Yes, yes, Remmy remembers,” the elf dismisses. 

Thomus leads me to his room, making sure to use hallways noticeably absent of chatty portraits. A familiar route because of the many times I'd avoided them myself. The moment we’re in his room, he heads for the bathroom, already stripping. There’s a black robed suit hanging from a hook on the door. 

“Please tell me you're not gonna surprise me with a ball gown, are you?” I ask, hopping up onto the bed and toeing my shoes off. 

“I value my neck, thanks,” he remarks, pulling on first his suit pants, then the black button up shirt. “Would you grab me a pair of cufflinks from the closet?”

“Does it matter which one?” I ask, knowing he's got a variety. 

“No.”

By the time I emerge from the closet, elegant silver M stamped cufflinks in hand, he’s already dressed. He smiles at me as I pass him the tiny pieces of metal. 

“All you have to do is wait for a few hours,” he says, his mood curiously… cheerful? “Go back to sleep if you'd like - just don't leave this room. Only Remmy knows you're here.” 

“Why all the fuss?” I ask, my eyes greedily taking his suited form in. I suppress the desire to pull him close by his silk tie for a kiss. He looks too suave and sophisticated and… way out of my league.

“For the simple reason that I don’t want certain guests to know you’re here,” he explains, stepping into the bathroom once again. I hear him spritz a bottle of something.

“And why is that again?” 

He glides out of the bathroom, passing me by with a quick peck to my cheek. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

I completely ignore the fact he didn’t answer my question, because I’m way too distracted by his suddenly fragrant cologne. I breathe in lung-fulls of cedar and pine, trying not to swoon in his wake as he pulls out his wand to light the fireplace. 

Then he’s gone, the door audibly locking behind him.

~*~

Well, I definitely try to sleep. Except I wasn’t even tired when I climbed into bed the first time.

First I change into a purple wispy nightgown with a deep vee in the neck that stops at my thighs. Then I change out of it when the frills around the short sleeves become too itchy under the covers, opting instead for a simpler one with long sleeves and a hem that falls around my ankles. 

All this, just to be uncomfortable in every position I try. Nevermind the fact my mind keeps doing laps of worrying, wondering who exactly Thomus doesn’t want to know I’m here. Rodolphus? Bellatrix? Is he dancing and flirting with her while her husband tracks me down this very moment? 

Finally I give up and decide to grab a handful of Thomus’ old Daily Prophets and settle on the cushioned bench in the alcove of one of his windows. I sit sideways on it, my back against the wall with the door in my line of sight. 

I’m about to cast a subtle illumination spell to help my poor eyesight in this dim lighting when movement out the window catches my eye. It’s the curtains billowing out of the open doors to the ball room - or the large drawing room as Narcissa calls it. Golden light spills from windows and the doorway  as the guests' shadows and silhouettes move within. Some are moving swiftly as if dancing while some are mingling. Before I can think better of it, I’m pushing open the French window closest to me.

I hear boisterous laughter and the low hum of chatter, and best of all, music drifts up to me like a leaf in the breeze. It’s the exact kind of music I’d imagine would play at a ball like this, and I can’t help but picture myself down there, in some pretty dress twirling around the room with Thomus.

I sit there, content to listen to the string quartet and people watch. Some come outside for the cool air, others to have a private word alone with each other. 

Hermione is relatively easy to spot. Her black gown is ridiculously puffy around the skirt, but synched skin-tight in the bodice, and even from here I can see the jewels glittering on her chest. I’m surprised to see Draco by her side, dressed head to toe in white. They linger by the door, always surrounded by ladies vying for his attention. I can’t help but notice how his hand slowly caresses her back, almost… lovingly from her waist up to her shoulders and nape when he thinks no one is watching.

Thankfully, I don’t see Bellatrix, but I also don’t see Thomus, either. An inconsequential fact I try not to linger on.

I don’t know how long I sit like that, but eventually Thomus returns, quietly stepping into the room with two empty champagne glasses and a bottle.

“I kinda feel like Cinderella wanting to go to the ball,” I say softly as he approaches. He looks politely puzzled and before he can ask, I explain, “It’s just a No-Maj fairytale.”

“Ah,” he hums. He takes hold of the forgotten newspapers on the other side of the bench and raises an eyebrow.

I feel a blush creep up my throat and try to keep my tone nonchalant. “I… maybe like to read your articles,” I say. “It’s crazy to think we both spent time at The Daily Prophet , but at different times so we never ran into each other.”

I feel like I’m rambling, but how could I not? He looks and smells far too dashing for me to think clearly. 

“It is a bit ironic,” he says, replacing his papers where I’d gotten them from before returning. He takes up the rest of the bench, his back to the window, and places the glasses and bottle on the floor next to him.

“Do you think things might’ve been different if we’d met there instead?” I ask hesitantly, knowing all too well his opinions on ‘what if’s. “Before?”

Thomus sighs heavily and the air puffs out his cheeks. He raises an eyebrow and gives me a sideways look. “Honestly?”

I nod. “Yeah, always.”

“Hm, I think…” his mouth downturns as he speaks, his voice betraying his amusement. “I’d find you the most annoying person on the planet.”

A disbelieving laugh bursts out. “What?!”

He nods, completely solemn. “Oh yeah, always asking questions, always bothering me.”

“Oh no, I’d have to talk to you about our job ,” I say with dramatic sarcasm, trying and failing to keep the smile off my face. “Oh no, what a nightmare.”

Thomus grabs my ankle, lifting my foot so he can shift closer, until my calf rests on his opposite thigh. That hand slides from my ankle all the way up my leg, and I’m disappointed it’s not under my nightgown. “It would have been an absolute nightmare to have you prance into my office every bloody day,” he continues as his fingers meet the crease at my hip and wedge themselves in. Then they keep traveling and grip all the plentiful flesh there. “I’d never be able to get any work done because I’d constantly be thinking about bending you over my desk.”

My eyes run laps over the sharp lines of his face, trying to determine if he’s serious. “Is that so?”

Thomus’ eyes drop to my mouth, his free hand brings his thumb to brush my lower lip. “These would be the worst. With every meddlesome question you ask, I’d only be able to think about how they’d taste.”

I’m holding my breath - my heart thudding, my ears burning. I’m suddenly very unnecessarily conscious of how far my glasses have slipped down my nose, the cool breeze from the window across my chest, and how heavy I’m breathing over his thumb. And for some reason his accent is doing funny things to my insides right now, of all times. 

His voice is low, husky, and oh, so hot. “I’d be thinking about how you’d sound when I touched you. And yes, I say when . I could only endure such torture for so long before I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

I snort, a disbelieving smile breaking out under his thumb. “You make me sound like some kind of irresistible vixen.” A chuckle rumbles out of his chest, but I keep going. “Well, I have good news for you - I wouldn’t object to any of that.”

“Is that so?” His hand caresses from my jaw to my neck. 

I bite my lip to control my grin. “Well, yeah. Why do you think I’d be bothering you so much in the first place?”

Thomus lets out a breathy chuckle and sits back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. I can only stare, mesmerized by seeing genuine happiness on his face.

“So,” I say brightly. “Are you enjoying this party you put so much effort into preparing?”

His smile fades. “Not as much as I ought to, I suppose.”

“Oh, why not?” I ask, placing my hand over his one on my neck, feeling along the lines of his knuckles and fingers.

“The people down there…” he starts, eyes gazing out the window, “the only thing I’ve ever been to them is a source for gossip and scandal. And then the few who look past all that see the Malfoy name and nothing else.”

I let that process. “So what you’re saying is you’re a real catch?”

He bursts out laughing, the hand from my hip reaching up to scratch his chin. “Yeah, for those desperate to social climb.”

“So you’re a desperately eligible bachelor ?” I tease with a bit more drama to my tone. “How interesting. All the finest debutantes must be lining up down there, so what ever are you doing up here with me?”

“I’m a little old for debutantes.” He settles toward me into a more relaxing position, pulling his knee up and pressing his calf onto the bench under my thighs. With his face closer to mine now, his softly spoken words are loud and clear. “And besides, your company is vastly preferable over theirs.”

My face floods with heat and I crumble under his direct eye contact. My mouth suddenly feels as dry as the desert while I’m forced to figure out some kind of intelligent reply. “Quite shocking, really,” I say, my voice a whisper until I clear my throat, swallowing down some nerves. “Who wouldn’t want to hang out with the wizarding world’s most crankiest?”

He laughs again. “Are you talking about me or them?”

I’m about to answer, but a dull tapping sound coming from the party draws my attention. The guests are returning inside, tapping their wands against their champagne glasses. 

“Ten minutes to midnight,” Thomus explains. “Lucius and Narcissa are about to make their toast.”

I slip my other hand around the one he has at my neck, both of mine cradling it near my chest as I glance at the clock on his mantle. “I guess that means you have to go?”

“Probably,” he admits slowly. “But I’m here.”

“Hold on, speaking of being here, isn’t Draco supposed to be in Switzerland?” I jut in, my eyes easily finding him and Hermione on the edge of the crowd. 

“He is and Lucius is absolutely furious,” he sighs. “I can’t believe he’d be so foolish.”

“Well, it's obvious, right?” I ask, side-eying him, unsure if this is something I could even talk about. “He’s like, really into Hermione.”

A few moments tick by in silence as I stare at the crowd below. I glance at him to see his eyes had been on me the whole time, his expression pensive. When our eyes meet, he holds them for a moment before his gaze follows his hand as both of his gently hold mine instead. He pulls back my left sleeve, his fingers lightly tracing his name inked on my skin. Then he goes further, tracing the white puckered lines of the scar Bellatrix left me. 

“What’re you thinking about?” I whisper.

His lips curl ruefully. “I’m thinking about how much of a hypocrite I am. I’ve called him foolish when here I am,” he says. “Unable to stay away.”

“From what?” I breathe, feeling stupid the moment I finish. My heart is beating so hard I wonder if he can feel my pulse where he holds my arm.

Thomus’ eyes hold on my arm, avoidant of my own. His voice is soft like he's telling me a secret. “I snuck you in tonight because I couldn’t bear not spending it with you.”

My eyebrows come together and I feel my head shake. “It’s just another year.”

“No,” he says, his eyes flashing up to mine, adamant. “Moments like these are important, to spend with those who are important. That’s why they’re all gathered down there, isn’t it? To go into the New Year praising the Dark Lord’s reign, congratulating themselves for their accomplishments this year.” He looks back down at our hands, at his name. “I know I don’t have much to celebrate in that regard, but I do know that you’re important to me… and frankly I'm tired of pretending otherwise.”

I can only stare at him. Unable to think, unable to breathe . How could he say something like that? 

When I finally have to draw breath after what feels like an eternity, I only get to say his name. “Thomus -”

The loud popping of fireworks bursts from below, along with some cheer that has me turning my gaze away only briefly. I turn back and Thomus’ mouth descends on mine. 

The kiss is full and wonderful, but short. He pulls back inches away to search into my gaze, like he’s asking for permission, like he’s making sure what he just said was okay. 

It was more than okay. It’s exactly what my heart wants to hear, even though my own stubborn insecurities push doubt into my mind. 

I can’t say anything back. I can’t tell him how I feel.

But I can show him.

Our lips meet again in a rush. At least it feels like that to me, like we just can’t bare being apart anymore. I pour my heart and soul into this kiss. My hands find their way into his hair, his caress and grip every part of my body he can reach. 

Soon I’m pushing him back so I can climb onto his lap. He’s pulled up my nightgown and the cool air feels amazing on my bare legs. I’ve got one foot on the floor and the other is bent at the knee, helping control my balance while I’m grinding on him. 

He keeps pulling me to him, my weight rocking into him, and I brace a hand on the wall in the bay window as he falls further back, keeping me upright. His hands slip under my nightgown, roaming my thighs. I adjust my hips, feeling brave enough to put both hands on his chest to steady me. His suit pants can’t hide how hard he is. I try to use that as a reminder he’s genuinely into me. No matter how many times I’m in his lap, it’s still hard to believe he wants me here. 

“How long till you have to go back?” I ask with controlled breaths. 

He growls. “Just fuck me, baby.” His fingers painfully dig into my hips as he pulls me down, undulating his hips against me. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

There are things I want to blurt out, simple little words swelling in my chest that threaten to ruin everything. 

But if I confess how I feel, it wouldn’t change anything. I’ll still be his prisoner. His possession.

I don’t wanna be an object. I long to be more .

My hands slide up his chest to meet at his neckline, shoving my fingers into the knot on his tie. I don’t bother pulling it all the way off before I go at his buttons, not stopping until his muscled chest and abdomen are revealed. My hips rock, rubbing my pussy over his cock straining to be let free. 

Then I jump up, standing to shimmy my undies to the floor. Thomus sits up and shrugs off his suit jacket, pulling off his tie completely. I pause, waiting to return to my seat, but then he looks at me, his eyes raking me up and down. 

“I want that off,” he says, referring to the only article of clothing I have left. 

I struggle not to make a face, because I still have a hard time being completely naked in front of him. If we were in bed, that would be different. This just feels too exposed.

I grip the material around my hips and step toward him. “Take it off for me?” I ask.

Lust-filled eyes lock on mine and his hands go to my thighs, sliding them up my sides, taking the gown with them. I raise my arms to help him pull it off the rest of the way and a blast of cool air from the window makes goosebumps rise all over me. It sends a shiver through my body and my nipples harden.

When my arms are free, I step even closer and cup his face, pressing my lips to his. I kiss him softly, from one corner of his mouth to the other. While I distract his mouth with sweet kisses, one hand takes off my glasses and the other goes to his belt.

Of course, I can only use one brain cell at a time, so my mouth becomes distracted when I struggle with undoing his belt. I just pull my mouth away all together so I can get a visual on my hands. I glance up at Thomus’ face to find his heated gaze focused on mine. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down at the matter at hand. “Not very sexy, I know.”

“Oh, on the contrary,” he says and inhales sharply when my hands finally wrap around his swollen cock. My palms glide up and down gently before giving it a firm squeeze. My thumb circles his head, spreading a bead of pre-cum, and he leans forward, lips and tongue tracing a path from my neck to my breasts. One of his big hands cups my breast and when he immediately bites down on my nipple, I gasp and whimper. His tongue soothes away the pain, swirling around the stiff peak. 

His other hand slides down my thigh, fingers feeling the dimples and divots until they hook behind my knee. My hands go to his shoulders for balance as he lifts my foot until it’s on the bench. His fingers quickly glide back up my thigh, this time underneath it to where it’s most sensitive and softest. 

Thomus’ lips release my nipple and he pulls back enough to see my face. “I think you’re very sexy,” he murmurs. “From this pretty little pussy of yours” - his fingers glide through my folds, teasingly spreading the slipperiness from the center to my clit - “to those lips I just can’t seem to get enough of.”

His thumb presses in on my clit and my train of thought struggles to stay on track. “You’re pretty hot too,” I say breathily. “You’ve got these shoulders and thighs and hands that just -” My words are cut off by a moan when he slips two fingers inside me.

“That just what?” he teases, unmistakably smug. 

It takes me a moment to answer because his thumb in combination with his fingers curling against my g-spot have my hips rocking and my brain turning to mush. My breaths come in short pants and my eyes are pinched closed, focused on riding the pleasurable waves his fingers are orchestrating. 

“Concentrate, darling,” he presses. “Answer me.”

“Hands,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, “hands that do terrible… awful things to me.”

His fingers turn aggressive, pressing harder and rhythmic as he hums in approval. “That’s a good girl.”

His lips return to my nipple and that pushes me past the point of no return. A stream of curses and Thomus’ name tumble from my mouth. My toes curl and my body goes stiff as my orgasm washes over me. Thomus slows his long fingers, but still presses in hard on my g-spot as my pussy pulses around him.

When I can finally breathe again, I push at Thomus’ shoulders and he leans back, bringing his drenched digits up to his mouth. He groans at my taste and resituates himself on the bench, pushing his pants and briefs past his thighs. I’m still dazed from my orgasm when Thomus pulls me on top of him. He holds his cock at the base and guides me until he’s sliding home, deep inside my pussy. 

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my eyes closing. This position never fails to put him as deep inside as possible, and if I really sit on his lap, he’s hitting my cervix. But that would be painful, so instead I move my hips around slowly, figuring out what angle works best and won’t kill my thighs. One particular move makes him groan and my eyes flutter open to find his locked intently on me, watching my body move. I definitely found the right one.

I start to go a little faster, a little harder. I have a hand on a window pane and the other grasping his shoulder to stabilize me. My thighs are burning, but the pain isn’t enough to make me stop. He’s inside me, and I love being connected like this. What I feel for him never feels more real than it does in moments like this. When I can’t be in denial.

With the increasing intensity of my hips, little whimpers start to tumble from my mouth alongside my panting. My bottom lip is nailed between my teeth and as I can feel my orgasm hurtling towards me, fuck is the only word coming out of my mouth. 

Whenever he feels they could use more attention, his hands never fail to stray to my breasts. Supporting them as they bounce and sway, leaning forward to kiss and nibble at my nipples. 

“So fucking beautiful,” I hear him grind out above the steady and erotic sound of our bodies joining. 

My orgasm is close - so, so close. I’m starting to go crazed, desperate to cum again. Thomus is, too. I can hear it in his voice as he groans.

“Baby, I need you to cum on me.” His voice is strained like he’s in utter agony. 

I let out a frustrated whimper as I pause to grind on his lap, hoping for an angle that hits my clit. 

“I need - can you - ?” I gasp out. 

I don’t even have to finish my sentence before his fingers wiggle in under my belly. My pussy’s so slippery, the pads of his fingers find the hood of my clit and press in, rubbing it in circles. My hips jerk, bouncing up and down on his cock, continuing even as my orgasm finally crashes over my body. I throw my head back as my back arches. His body stiffens below me as he cums, groaning out his pleasure.

“Beautiful darling, well done,” he pants with praise after we both have a chance to breathe, his voice shaking. “I lov-”

Thomus is abruptly cut off by loud banging on his door.

We both jump like we’ve been hit. There’s a moment where our eyes meet and I see panic cross his face just as it does on mine. 

“Thomus!” a familiar man’s voice calls from beyond the door. 

Thomus blinks, his expression hardening. He brings a finger up to his lips, warning me to be quiet. “Closet,” he whispers. “Go. Now.”

Nodding, my legs are like jelly as I push myself off of him. He’s hastily throwing on his suit as I bend to scoop up my nightgown and undies. I dash for the closet. It’s dark enough I can just hide behind the open door. Instead of the nightgown though, I opt for my pants and hoodie. Plus a pair of Thomus’ socks while I’m at it because mine are lost in the sheets somewhere.

While I’m desperately dressing, the man at the door calls for Thomus again. “Where have you been, Thomus? I’ve been sent to fetch your ungrateful ass.”

I squeeze behind the closet door to peek through the crack between the hinges just as Thomus strides to the door. He’s fully dressed and smoothing back his hair with his fingers. He pauses to take a deep breath before opening the door. 

It’s Rodolphus. 

“What do you want,” Thomus demands, sounding amazingly composed.

Rodolphus leans a hand on the doorframe. “You missed your brother’s toast,” he says, a mocking lilt to his tone. His hair is disheveled, the tie to his tux hangs loose around his neck. “How could you have missed this moment to show support for the Dark Lord? Your family? ”

“I don’t answer to you,” Thomus says. He keeps his back straight and his chin up.

Rodolphus puts a finger to his chin, tapping it. “And then I remembered a few other times you’ve mysteriously disappeared from similar events,” Rodolphus continues before abruptly shoving past Thomus into the room. Thomus tries grabbing his coat tails, but he somehow avoids him.

Rodolphus stops in the middle of the room, eyeing it while slowly turning back to Thomus. He inhales heavily through his nose and steps back towards the window with the bench. “A moment ago, I was convinced you were up here fucking my wife,” he says casually. He reaches for something on it and my anxiety explodes in my chest the moment I see him pick up my glasses. “Of course, I was only half-right. This room reeks of sex, but my wife has never hid.”

Rodolphus drops my glasses and stomps on them with his shoe, crushing my lenses under his sole. The glass crunches as he turns, backing up towards the closet. Thomus watches him with furious eyes. His hands are empty, but I know in the blink of an eye he’d have his wand.

“I’m surprised you can still get it up for her since her… accident ,” Rodolphus taunts. “She’s utterly repulsing if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” Thomus bites.

He’s so close to the closet. My fingers feel for anything on the shelf behind me and immediately feel the unmistakable smooth metal of Thomus’ shoehorn, the very one I tried to pummel him with. 

Maybe New Year’s Eve kisses are good luck.

I raise it over my head as he steps to the doorway.

“Your silence is very telling,” Rodolphus chuckles as he slowly steps into the closet. I hear his footsteps on the wood floor as he disappears on the other side of the door.

I’ve shoved my anxiety down enough so I don’t panic as he reappears, wand scanning the room.

Just as he turns to me, I transfigure the shoehorn into a dagger, and hold it up to his throat.

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

warning Cyno ramblings im sorry 😭

what are your thoughts on a scenario where it’s all of 4ggravate out and about or together and in some situation and the first person to realize Cyno is coming down with something is kaveh or alhaitham 👀. Like maybe Tighnari isn’t there yet…ooor maybe the three of them are out and are heading back to Tighnari later. Really anything works, just that Cyno is with his two friends…but not Tighnari at first. Maybe it’s not even a stomach sickness (or maybe it is 🤭) but maybe he’s just…droopy? Coming down with a bad cold. Fever, achey, not eating anything. But he’s not with nari. And we know how cyno is about appearances at this point. How would he handle waiting it out until nari is able to rejoin them? How would Kaveh and Alhaitham react? Is Tighnari protective over cyno once he is able to get him comfortable? Are Kaveh and Alhaitham surprised by the change from stoic “I’m fine just tired” Cyno too “nari plz lay down with me 🥺” Cyno? How does Cyno communicate he wants to go back to nari without coming off as weak?? What’s the breaking point?

and if he DOES have a stomach bug or food poisoning or is just generally nauseous and not eating, (or having frequent bathroom trips) I feel like that would complicate things even further. Maybe Tighnari is the one out and the three of them are at Cyno and naris house. He has the safety of being in his own home, and the other two are bickering (flirting) enough that he can kinda hide how much his stomach hurts, how close he feels to gagging…but not forever? Maybe he doesn’t throw up but eventually caves and hides in his room?(hugging the little fox none the less) But the embarrassment?? The frustration?? And ofc Kaveh and Alhaitham would surely have no idea how to proceed forward…or would they!! Idk! So many options

Don't apologise!! Cyno ramblings are welcome 24/7, in fact, they are encouraged! I love reading them!

Also hold up that is a very interesting concept to play with 👀 I love that omg wait no, I love that, there's so many possibilities with this!!

(I wasn't planning on putting a "read more" cut in but. This got out of hand. I'm sorry I took this idea and I ran with it.)

Just imagining, they're all going out together, and maybe Tighnari got caught up with some sort of responsibility beforehand, so he agrees to meet up with them later. Immediately Cyno is unusually,,, disappointed that Tighnari isn't going to be there from the get go. Like yeah it makes sense, Tighnari is his partner and he wants him there, otherwise he's gonna essentially be third-wheeling with Kaveh and Alhaitham. But it's not the end of the world, and he likes hanging out with Kaveh and Alhaitham, so his sudden unhappiness that Nari can't be there is definitely a little out of proportion.

I also LOVE that idea of it not being like a crazy stomach bug (at least from the get go... I can't help myself, he'll definitely get sicker later 👀) but he's just, as you described it, droopy. It's hard to pinpoint from an outside perspective if anything is actually wrong, because he's just got his walls up all the way. I could see Kaveh especially maybe being a lil' suspicious that something's wrong, but for the most part, Cyno is determinedly putting up appearances. But the tiny signs are there. He's not touching his food. He's not getting a kick out of Kaveh and Alhaitham's needless bickering. He hasn't cracked one bad joke all day. And yeah, Cyno's typically kind of quiet, but he's really really quiet.

I can't decide what I like more, the idea of Cyno just... reaching a breaking point and beginning to show small signs that he really wants Nari? Or Cyno holding out and just melting when Tighnari shows up?

Combine them, actually. He's slowly nearing a breaking point, but Tighnari does show up before he finally melts.

The signs start getting more obvious. He's finding places to sit down frequently. Like every time they stop for something, immediately Cyno finds a spot to sit down. The bathroom trips begin. He's excusing himself to the bathroom again and Kavehs like "?? I could've sworn he just went five minutes ago. ...and ten minutes before that." Cyno's checking the time repeatedly. Zoning out. He's keeping up appearances, but over all just looks... pale and tired.

Tighnari shows up. He holds his arms out for a hug because that's how he always greets Cyno, and Cyno immediately walks into Nari's arms and just... melts. Sinks into his embrace and hug Nari back tightly and bury his face in Nari's shoulder, and Tighnari's immediately like "okay, woah, you're seeking out touch, something's wrong" and then he hugs Cyno back and Cyno is warm in his arms.

Cyno doesn't even have to say anything before Tighnari is gently cupping his face and asking him "Do you want us to go home?" And Cyno just gives a small desperate nod because he's starting to really really not feel well and he wants to lie down and be alone.

Despite how well they know Cyno I can see Kaveh and Alhaitham's jaws being on the floor because holy crap that was a complete switch in Cyno's behaviour, but also?? Suddenly something is very visibly wrong, even though he's been acting almost completely fine?? Cyno proves yet again, he is excellent at putting on a front.

Bonus points if Cyno's body just gives in the moment he gets home and soon enough he's throwing up and crying and just having a really really bad time.

The second idea is also really good!! They're all at Cyno and Tighnari's place when Cyno starts to get sick, but he's hiding it completely. And he's managing, because he's in the comfort of his own home and Kaveh and Alhaitham are sufficiently distracted, but he just keeps getting worse. Maybe it does eventually lead to a point where he wants to hide away in his room, but now his absence is getting obvious. Maybe he's a teeny bit more comfortable about being vulnerable here, because he's in the comfort and privacy of his own home, so Kaveh and Alhaitham get to see a smidgen of his more vulnerable side. He doesn't admit how sick he feels, he's just brushing it off as he's really tired and going to lie down. But this sets off alarm bells because this is Cyno, if he's going to lie down in his room while they're over, something's gotta be really wrong. Maybe they text or even call Tighnari and is like "hey so maybe you should get over here, we think something might be wrong with Cyno?"

I also, I get older brother energy from Kaveh, I feel like he'd mother-hen Cyno a bit if he caught on that something was actually really wrong.

Also holy crap this post is getting out of hand I should stop rambling, but I'm likely gonna come back to these ideas because as you can see, the inspiration has been AWOKEN-

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait Chapter 14

A Fuschbau, A Blutbad and a Grimm

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: A nice little chapter including two of my favourite characters, Monroe and Rosalee. The ultimate couple. Also, if you want to be added to the taglist whenever a new chapter comes out, comment below.

“So, are you looking forward to your romantic trip away?” Lorelei asked Nick, as she finished loading her washing into the machine. It was laundry day and Lorelei was once again utilising her brother’s machine. It was a rare Sunday where Nick wasn’t working, and Juliette had stepped out to grab some ingredients for lunch.

“Yeah. It will be good to get away. No work, no wesen. Just me and Juliette.” Nick replied. “I’m actually planning on proposing to Juliette while we are away.” He admitted.

Lorelei was a little surprised to hear that, especially considering how awkward things had been with the couple. “Oh yeah?”

Nick nodded. “It’s the perfect opportunity. No distractions, in a cosy cabin with a roaring fire. It’ll be perfect.”

Lorelei debated whether to ask him if he really thought it was a good idea, especially considering he still hadn’t told Juliette about his second job. However, Nick looked so excited, she didn’t have the heart to burst his bubble. “I look forward to hearing about it. The proposal, not what I assume would happen after it.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “As if I would share that much with you.”

Lorelei laughed. “I would hope not.”

“I am a little worried about what happens if Hank gets a case involving a wesen.” Nick said.

This time it was Lorelei’s turn to roll her eyes. “You act like Hank never arrested a wesen before. He’ll be fine.” She assured him. Nick nodded, although he didn’t seem as sure as she did. “You just focus on having a good time, away from the responsibilities of being a cop and a Grimm.”

The day after Nick and Juliette headed away, Lorelei decided to visit Rosalee at the spice shop in the afternoon as she was still on Spring Break and had the day off work. When Lorelei walked into the shop, she was surprised to see Monroe walk out carrying some boxes.

“Ah, and here I thought I was getting a few Burkhardt free days.” He joked upon seeing her.

Lorelei rolled her eyes. “Haha, very funny. What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Lorelei shrugged. “I have a free day, so I thought I would stop by.”

Rosalee came out behind Monroe, also carrying some boxes. “Hi Lorelei.” She placed the boxes down and moved over to Lorelei, giving her a big hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good. And yourself?” Lorelei answered, returning the hug.

“Can’t complain. I have a big strong blutbad to help me restock.” Rosalee said, patting Monroe on the arm. Lorelei hid a smile as Monroe’s face turned red and he ducked his head, clearly trying to hide it.

“He is very helpful.” Lorelei said. “Anything I can do to help?”

Rosalee walked over to the counter and picked up a sheet of paper. “You can check items off the list, as we restock them and take note of what needs to be restocked.”

“Sounds good.”

The trio had been working for some time. “Look, I really appreciate you helping me out with all this stuff.” Rosalee said, as she and Monroe returned to the front with some more boxes.

“Well, you never know when I might need a discount on ‘Tincture of Prickle Poppy’.” Monroe stated, looking at the label on the bottle before looking back at Rosalee in confusion.

Rosalee smiled. “Yeah, that’s for um, romantic stamina.” She told him.

“Oh well, no wonder why I didn’t know what it was.” He said. Rosalee laughed, while Lorelei rolled her eyes from her position at the counter. Those two had low key been flirting all afternoon.

“I found something.” Rosalee said, as she pulled what appeared to be an envelope from among the shelves. Curious, Lorelei moved over to where they were standing.

“Oooh, maybe its money.” Monroe said

“It’s not money. It’s passports.” Rosalee said, pulling them from the envelope. “From Brazil, Canada…”

“And Germany.” Monroe finished. “I wonder who they belong to.” They opened the passports, trying to determine who they belong to. Each one had a picture of the same man. “Is that your brother? In all of them?”

“Yeah, but with different names.” Rosalee replied, sounding confused.

“What was he a spy or something?”

“I have no idea.”

At that moment, Monroe’s phone rang. He pulled it out and sighed heavily when he saw the caller ID. He answered it, shooting a look at Lorelei. It had to be Nick.

“Hey Nick. I thought a vacation for you, kinda meant, you know a vacation for me too.”

Yep. Definitely Nick. What the hell could he need Monroe’s help for?

“My groin is fine, thank you.” Rosalee and Lorelei exchanged a look, as Monroe turned to look at them, shaking his head before returning to his call.

“Woah, woah, woah. Is this a joke? That sounds like a Seltenvogel, if they weren’t extinct.”

Rosalee perked up slightly, at the name of the wesen. “A seltenvogel?” she asked Monroe. Lorelei looked at them in confusion. She hadn’t heard of that type of wesen before. But if they were thought to be extinct, it made sense.

“It sounds like it.” He replied before returning his attention to Nick. “Yeah, I’m with Rosalee and Lorelei, helping out at the shop. But let’s get back to the seltenvogel. In the ancient times they were highly valued and usually kept prisoner, you know like a concubine or a parakeet…..Once in their life a seltenvogel produces this kind of large…glandular thing…”

“I think it’s called an unbezahlbar.” Rosalee said, coming down the ladder. She walked off, and Monroe watched after her.

“Easy for you to say.” He said to her. Monroe walked after her, holding out the phone as she repeated the word.

“My brother has a book.” Rosalee said, as she walked around the counter and began looking through under it.

“Hang on, we’re looking.” Monroe told Nick. Lorelei joined them, leaning over the counter from the front.

“Here it is.” Rosalee said, pulling out an old looking book. She began flipping through the pages. “Oh here.”

“Ok, uh it is a dense mineral deposit which grows in the throat sack…” Monroe began.

Rosalee continued, leaning closer to Monroe reading the entry “…and develops something like an egg.”

Lorelei watched as the pair realised how close they were. They smiled at each other and Lorelei looked away, feeling as if she were witnessing something she shouldn’t.

“Anyway.” Monroe continued “Um, yeah if the stone gets too big its need to be delivered and the trick is getting it out intact because if it’s damaged it’s, you know, worthless…Well, its unbelievably rare for one thing, but its also supposed to be mostly gold if you believe in that kind of thing.” He listened to Nick and his eyes widened. “Oh man, this is the woman who’s with the klaustreich…Listen, if he’s anything like the guy I went to high school with, as soon as he gets what he wants she is going to be in big trouble man. And when I saw big trouble, I mean she is going to get plucked ok, big time.”

Not long after he hung up the phone, he looked at Rosalee and Lorelei with wide eyes. “I hope Nick is able to help that girl.” Lorelei said, while the other two nodded in agreement.

The three continued working together, no doubt thinking about Nick and the wesen he had met. Lorelei had considered driving out there, so Nick would have some backup, but Monroe talked her out it. They took a break to have dinner and continued working. Lorelei was in one of the back rooms with Rosalee, when her phone rang. Rosalee answered it and Lorelei’s attention was peaked when she heard her brothers voice emerge from the phone.

“Rosalee, hey, Nick Burkhard here. I need your help.” Lorelei joined Rosalee and saw that her brother was using Facetime.

“What’s wrong?” Rosalee asked.

“Well, I’m with…” he trailed off, turning the camera to face a woman who appeared to be struggling to breath “…Robin, the seltenvogel.”

“Nick, you need to get that stone out of her before it cuts off her airway.” Rosalee said with a serious tone.

“Yeah, I know. But how?”

Monroe entered the room. “Is that Nick? He called you? You called her?” he said, coming to stand behind Rosalee.

“Can you guys do this later? This girl needs help”

Monroe grabbed the book and flipped to the right page, and along with Rosalee they helped Nick through the process of removing the stone. Eventually Nick got it out and showed them.

“Oh wow.” Rosalee said. “How is she?”

“She seems to be breathing a lot better.” Nick noted. “I think she’s going to be ok.”

They congratulated Nick on a job well done and ended the call.

“Wow.” Monroe said and Rosalee laughed.

“We just saw something special, didn’t we?” Lorelei asked.

“Yeah, we did.” Rosalee told her, giving her a small hug.

Lorelei met up with Nick, a few days after he returned from his trip. He updated her on how things ended. Including, his proposal to Juliette once they returned home. “I just can’t believe she said no.” he said from his position on Lorelei’s sofa.

Lorelei couldn’t say she was surprised, but her brother didn’t need to be kicked while he was down. “Did she say why?”

“She said its because I am hiding things from her.” Was his answer.

Lorelei shrugged. “Well, she isn’t exactly wrong. You are hiding things from her.” She said tentatively.

“For her own good.” Nick retorted.

“I know that. But she doesn’t.” Nick sighed. “Look. Its your prerogative to keep this information from her and its her prerogative to not want to marry someone keeping things from her. It sucks, but it is how it is.”

Nick sighed again, running his hand over his face. “If I want to keep Juliette, I need to tell her the truth. But telling her the truth, could mean I lose her.”

Lorelei didn’t really know what to say, so she simply gave her brother a big hug, holding him close. Hoping he would be able to draw some comfort from it.

Next Part

Taglist: @zoexme

[aubreysheadspace]

Can you do Real World! Omori gang hcs (separate&romantic) that likes talking about their interests a lot? I have like 20 things im fixated on rn and i love talking about them but apparently it’s annoying when i tell my friends about stuff i like!! so i would really like to see this . thankss and love ur writing!! :]

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO TALKS ABOUT THEIR INTERESTS A LOT

I’m so thankful that ppl enjoy my writing sm..!!! I like when ppl talk to me abt their interests >:) and OFC, hope u enjoy!

SUNNY

SUNNY is a really good listener according to BASIL, so it’s no surprise when he likes to listen to your interests! he stays quiet when you start to talk about them, sometimes you think he ain’t even listening, but he for sure is!

if you like to hold his hand while you talk then that’s perfectly fine, he’d be so HAPPY that you wanna hold his hand close to you!!

he simply nods and listens as you explain absolutely ANYTHING about your current interests, whether it’d be something he didn’t really understand or like some sort character you grew fond of

you couldn’t help but throw all of this completely new information towards your sweet but shy boyfriend, who was currently listening to everything you were saying and trying to process it all. he didn’t seem to be uttering a word so nervously, you looked to see him actually giving you his undivided attention. it made you feel happy knowing that he’d listen to you always no matter what

if your interest was something that required creativity of sorts, SUNNY would definitely be a little interested to hear a lot more about it

he actually has a creative mind under all that shyness and stoicism he shows most of the time

he might as well learn more about your interests and see if they’re his taste. if they are, then he’s gonna surprise you one day when he quietly mentions a few things about your interests

AUBREY

okay yeah sure, AUBREY would already know you like your favorite interest by simply talking to her about it

but if you keep talking about it multiple times, she’s gonna get a tiny bit annoyed, especially if she’s busy with something else

she’ll apologize if she tells you to tone it down a bit, she’s very short-tempered and can get a bit frustrated easily, so please forgive her if she does

"jeez— [READER], could you like, i dunno, let me talk for a second please??" AUBREY lightly snapped, seemingly a bit frustrated, which caught you by surprise. you show a guilty look on your face as you apologized to her, making AUBREY feel a bit worse for snapping at you like that. "sorry, sorry AUBREY..! I can’t really help myself sometimes.." AUBREY huffs out a guilty groan and hugs you awkwardly, "it’s— not your fault at all, i just get pissed off sometimes, sorry. you could uh.. continue if you want."

she knows it’s not your fault, she knows your friends find it annoying as well and gets pissed off at them a bit.

AUBREY will at least try to calm herself down and listen carefully to the things you like and ask a few things about it that caught her interest here and there

she wants to be a good girlfriend, so please accept her apology if she snaps a tiny bit and tells you to be quiet, she can’t help and be easily frustrated

KEL

KEL would LOVE to hear what you like!! he’ll do the exact same and tell you a lot about basketball and many comic books!

despite this, he might talk over you a tiny bit. he tries not to, but he’s not sure when you might speak up suddenly

please forgive him if he ever does this, he’s not even trying to be a jerk, he just also wants to talk about his own interests as well!

"oh, there’s also—" "oh yeah, i also scored many times during a game of basketball with my pals! i think around.. 5 or 4 times!" oh, looks like your boyfriend KEL spoke before you did.. it’s fine though, you thought to yourself. "oh hang on, were you gonna say something, [READER?]" KEL asked, as you simply nodded as a response. "oh jeez, my bad, [READER], i had no idea! okay, what were you gonna say?" KEL asked with his usual dorky smile and his full undivided attention on you.

he’ll ask a few questions about your interests and maybe, just maybe, you can get him interested as well!

if you do get him interested, oh boy you guys will NOT stop talking about it for minutes, maybe even hours

KEL is a very nice guy who’ll will love everything about you, including your favorite stuff! he could go on and on how you really got hooked into one of your interests and how it made him smile to HERO

HERO

HERO is the most lovable guy in the entire universe, he’s universally loved! so it was no surprise that he didn’t stop you when you started talking about your interests to him!

he’s a very patient person when he’s not stressed out or depressed, so he could just listen to you for hours with a small smile on his face

HERO LOVES your voice, absolutely LOVES IT, even if you don’t. he thinks your voice is music to his ears and absolutely loves hearing it when you’re talking

you started to ramble about one of your interests to your lovable boyfriend HERO. you went on and on how much you loved it and way, but it was really quiet. you turned to look towards HERO, who’s actually looking back at you. "uh-huh, go on, what’s next, [READER]?" HERO politely asked with a smile on his face, eager to learn more. you felt really HAPPY that HERO was paying attention to you and your rambling about certain things you liked. HERO was deep down enjoying your amazing voice as you kept rambling.

HERO loves that you can share anything about yourself towards him, it’s like he learns something about you every day and is dying to know more!

like KEL, he’ll ask a few questions and ask for some facts about whatever current interest you have

with enough convincing, maybe you could get him interested too!

BASIL

BASIL isn’t that much of a good listener like SUNNY is, but will definitely try his best!

BASIL is more used to talking about his own stuff rather than listening, so it might be a bit complicated for him at first

he’ll definitely get the hang of it and once he does, he’ll love to learn more about your favorite things/interests at the time!

BASIL was just staring at you with a nervous expression as you started to ramble about your recent interest and how much you love it. he really wanted to talk about his own stuff, but felt bad if he told you to at least let him speak for a second. you looked really excited to talk to him about your interests, so he didn’t want to steal your thunder!

at least let him talk about his own thing as well, BASIL would absolutely appreciate it

his special interest is photography and obviously plants, so expect him to give you a plant fact every once in a while

he’ll also take a photo of you if you’re talking. he likes that you’re so in-the-zone about whatever you were rambling about, he thinks it’s cute!

MARI

being good listeners runs in the family, because MARI will always listen to you when you need to talk about absolutely anything!

you two could just be having a special picnic with just the two of you and you could just be rambling about absolutely anything you liked recently, and MARI would always listen to you

but if she’s practicing the piano, it’s not a good idea to make her stop focusing on it by talking so much, especially since she wants to get even better at the piano. she loves you, really! but she just needs to get this part of the song correctly without fail

you were currently resting your head on your amazing girlfriend MARI’s lap, taking about your current recent interest. occasionally, you’d get a simple "uh huh", "mhm..", "really now?" from her, implying that she’s definitely listening to you. it made your heart flutter knowing that she enjoyed spending time with you and listening to whatever you said.

MARI wouldn’t tease you for talking so much, she knows you didn’t really have anyone to dump all this info into because your friends found it annoying, but she didn’t!

she likes that you can practically talk to her about absolutely anything on your mind, as she thinks proper communication is the key to having a healthy relationship

she’d occasionally ask a few questions about your interests and it made your heart jump in joy. she seemed really interested and she could even get into it herself!

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Consideration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: Couldn't leave it where it ended.

Also the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Contract

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle put the paperwork down and felt her cheeks burning. What in the actual hell was going on?  Steve Rogers, Captain America, the boy scout of good, was actually a dirty, dirty man.  The contract was simple in itself.  He wanted someone to control, to use.  He wasn’t looking for more.  She got up and went to the kitchen.  

Lila was there, texting and giggling.  Belle ignored it, lost in thought.  She grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of Moscato.  She poured herself a large glass and was heading back to her room when Lila stopped her.  “Belle? Are you ok?”  

“Just lost in thought.” Belle sipped her wine.  

“Is it about Steve?”  

“Kinda.”  

Lila studied her. “Did he hurt you?” 

Belle looked at her with wide eyes.  “No! God no.  He was… perfect.”  She sighed.  “I just don’t know if I want to get involved with someone who couldn’t give his all to me.  He’s a CEO, an Avenger.”  

“Former Avenger, Belle.  But you’re busy too.  You would basically be on the same schedule.” Lila grabbed the glass out of her hand and took a sip.  “Isabella, I love you.  I know that you are nervous about graduation and not having the job yet, but you need to allow yourself to be happy.  And if Steve Rogers makes you happy, then go for it.  We’ll all still be here for you.” Belle thought of her friends and when they landed on Scott, she rolled her eyes.  “What?” 

“Scott.  He, well, he made a move on me. At the bar.”  

“He WHAT?” 

“Lila please.  Steve stopped it and Scott left. I have to talk to him and explain.”  

“You don’t owe any explanation. If he crossed a line, he owes you an apology. Do you want me to talk to him?” 

“God no.  Its fine.  I don’t know what got into Scott.”  

Just as Belle took a sip, Lila says, “The fact that he’s got a roaring crush on you and Hope.”  

Belle choked on her wine with a laugh.  “I knew about Hope.  I didn’t notice about me.”  

“That’s because you friend zoned him hard and he just couldn’t take the hint.” Lila’s phone binged again and she smiled as she read the message.  

“Bucky?” 

“Yeah, he’s flirting via text.  Its sweet.”  

Belle shrugs. “I guess.”  

“Has Steve not reached out?”  

“I haven’t checked.”  She went to her room and Lila followed. 

“New phone?” 

“From Steve.”  

“Wow, Belle are you….” 

“I didn’t ask for it, Lila.  He just gave it to me. Your new boyfriend helped.” She looked at her phone and disappointment flooded her.  Nothing.  No messages.  She sighed. “He’s probably getting ready for work.”  She threw the phone down on her bed and looked up to Lila and smiled.  “Its new I guess.”  

“Belle, why don’t you make the first move?” 

“Not tonight, Li. I’m just going to go to bed.  I have class in the morning.”  

Lila hugged her friend. “Maybe he doesn’t know you want more.”  

“Maybe.  But this would be the first relationship since Brock.”  

“True.  But four years is a long time to wait to feel wanted.  I mean besides Scott.”  

“Shut up Li.  I’m going to call him right now.  Good night.”  

“Night.”  She left the room and Belle was consumed with her thoughts.  

Lila messaged Bucky.  

L: Your friend is an ass  B: Friend?  L: Friend Boss whatever  B: You lost me  L: She hasn’t had a real relationship in 4 years. She just wants someone to care for her.  So he’s an ass.  B: Oh.   B: Can’t I go back to flirting with you  L: Maybe when she isn’t so sad 

Belle picked up her phone and dialed Scott.   

Hello? 

“Hi Scott.”  

Belle! I’m so happy you called. 

Belle chewed the side of her mouth.  “Scott, we have to talk.”  

I know.  She heard him sigh.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize that you wouldn’t… 

“Look Scott,” she cut him off. “You know I love you but I just want to be friends with you. I’m sorry.”  

Is Steve Rogers the reason? 

“What the hell Scott.” 

I mean he did swoop in.  Is it his money? 

“You know what Scott? No.  And until you apologize, I don’t want to talk to you.”  She hung up and silenced her phone.  The tears that have been threatening all day ran down her face as rain started to fall outside.  The perfect weather for her shitty mood.  It should have been a great day.  She finally fell asleep as her phone lit up with a message.  

SR: Are you ok? 

In the morning, Belle got ready to go and threw everything in her bag and head out to her first class.  She pushed everything to the back of her mind as she concentrated on the classes that would help her graduate.  She finished her last class and started to head home.  She wasn’t paying attention and bumped into someone.  She didn’t look up.  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.  

“You know, its polite to apologize to someone in the eye,” a familiar voice told her.  She finally looked up and saw the ocean blue eyes that had been haunting her.  

“Mr. Rogers, hi.  Oh god.  I’m sorry.  I just…” She stopped when his hand cradles her face.  

“Do you always ramble?” 

“Only when I’m nervous.”  She studied him.  “You’re in Jersey.”  

“You didn’t answer.”  

“Answer what?” 

“Your phone Isabella.”  

She dug into her bag. And realized she never un-silenced her phone.  There were multiple messages, Lila, Scott, Hope and one from Steve.  

“I’m so…�� he cut her off with a kiss on her lips.  Still as soft and sweet.   

She looked up at him.  “If you keep doing that, you will have to learn CPR.”  

He smirks.  “And why is that?” 

“Because I forget to breathe.” Belle looked down and blushed.  Steve used his finger to guide her head back up.  

“If you forget to breathe, I’ll always remind you how to.” He gently cupped her face.  And kissed her again. “Are you busy right now?” 

“I was just going to study.  Lila has a late class.”  

“Have dinner with me.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Mr. Rogers…” 

“Steve…” 

“Steve, I’ve read the contract and I know…” 

“This isn’t about the contract.  This is about me getting to know you.”  

“And I don’t get to know about you?” 

“Everything you need to know is in the history books.”  

“No, not everything as you have proven yesterday.  I don’t know if I could do this if I didn’t know you.”  

Steve sighed and knew she was correct.  “Fine.  We can talk over dinner. Come.”  He took her hand and her back pack off of her. He walked her to the car where Bucky was standing.  He handed the bag off as he opened the door for Belle to climb in. Once they were settled, Steve took Belle’s hand into his.  

“So this hand holding is going to be a thing?” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Then why question…” 

“Because we aren’t in a relationship,” she blurted out. “You are still just the guy that…”her mouth got covered by his hand.  

“Don’t Isabella.”  He slowly removed his hand.  “I didn’t realize you were so…” 

“Opinionated, witty, snarky…” 

“Crass. And with no filter apparently.  I thought that was just an alcohol induced trait.”  

“No, my father taught me to be respectful when necessary but to always be myself.”  Belle looked down.  

“What was your father’s name?”  

“Real or adopted?” 

“Both.”  

“Real, Michael.  Adopted, Phil.”  

“I’m assuming you are talking about Phil.”  

“Yeah.  He died when I was 16.”  

“I’m sorry.”  

“Me too.”  

“Can I ask…” 

“It was a work incident.  He fell or something. Got stabbed through the chest on a piece of metal.  The casket was closed so I couldn’t be sure.”  

“And your mother?”  

“She died with my real dad. I was a baby.”  

“Is that why you don’t sing?”  

Belle tried not to cry.  “I used to sing and play the piano for Phil, Dad, when he had hard days.” She smiled a little.  “His favorite was Tiny Dancer.”   

“You miss him a lot.”  

“Every day.”  She looked out the window and saw that they pulled next to a Mediterranean restaurant. “Hummus?” 

“Something I have learned to love.” Steve smiled. “Is this ok?”  

“Is Bucky joining us?” 

Steve looked at him and Bucky subtly shook his head.  “No, he’s got other things to do.”  

“Lila things?”  

Steve laughed.  “Among other things. Come.”  He took her hand and pulled her from the car.  They were seated in the back.  “I didn’t ask…” 

“Yea, meat eater, cave woman, whatever,” she said with a smirk.  

Steve shook his head.  “Have you always lived in New York?”  

“Yeah, Brooklyn.  Dad had a thing about Brooklyn.  He never really explained.” 

“Were you here during the battle?”  

Belle knew he was referencing New York.  It was just a couple of days after Phil had died, she learned later.  She had been evacuated and she didn’t learn the truth until days after.  “No,” she finally answered. “Some people came to get me that worked with my dad.  I guess they waited until the danger cleared before they told me.”   

“So you’ve been on your own for…” 

“Seven years.”  She sipped her coke.  “And you’ve been out of…” 

“We call it cryo.  For a little over seven years.  Funny enough, the man who took me to meet Tony and everyone was named Phil.  Good guy.”  He didn’t mention that he had died as well.  He didn’t want to invoke a sad reaction.   Their food arrived and he was fascinated at the way Belle ate.  She took a little of everything onto her fork so she could saver the bite.  

“You are adorable.”  

She swallowed.  “Adorable?” 

“The way you eat.  It’s like you want all the flavors at once.”  

“It’s the only way to eat this food. The spices are meant to be together to give you a full experience.” Steve looked at her, stunned.  “What?” 

“Why do I have the feeling that education was not your first passion.”  

Belle flushed.  “It wasn’t.  I wanted to go to culinary school.  But when dad died, I knew I needed to be able to support myself. I liked working with kids when I was a camp counselor so I figured I could be of service and do something I like to do.”  

“That’s very noble.”  

“Ahh, the All-American seal of approval.”  Belle clamped her mouth shut as soon as the words were spoken.  She looked at Steve to see his reaction and quickly looked down.  

“Isabella?” 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to say it like that.” 

“I’m not offended.”  

She peeked at him.  “You’re not?” 

“No, sweetheart.  I’m not.” Steve smiled.  “You are the only person I know that avoids acknowledging my past.  It’s refreshing.”  

“I figured since you left that life, you didn’t want to remember it.”  

“The world is safe again.  They don’t need Captain America.  So, I moved to business.  I was good in school with numbers. And people.”  

“Would you?” 

“Would I what?” 

“Pick up the shield again?” 

“Only if I needed to.”  

“Like?” 

“To save someone I love.”  

Belle chewed on her pita to contemplate that. “So not to save the world?” 

“Is my loved one there?” 

“I guess so.” 

“Then I guess I would save the world. Again.”  

Belle smiled.  “See, that wasn’t something I would learn from history books.”  

Steve chuckled.  “I guess you’re right.” He cleared his throat.  “About the contract?” 

“I’m still doing my research.  But I have to tell you it frightens me.”  

“Which part?” 

“The punishments. The toys.”  She stopped and took a breath.  “All of it. Steve,” she took his hand, “why me?” 

Steve reached over to push back a tendril of hair that had fallen from her half ponytail.  “Because ever since you fell into my office, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”  

“And you don’t want me just as me?” 

Steve didn’t answer.  Of course, he wanted her. She was perfect in his eyes.  Someone to fill the part of him that was missing.  A love. A partner. A wife.  But she would be a target, the one thing he would pick up the shield for. Every time.  “It’s just easier this way Isabella.” She pulled back. “Let’s just try, Isabella. One night.” 

“Just one?” 

“My, my, we are greedy, aren’t we?” he replied with a chuckle.  “Fine, a weekend.  Spend the weekend with me.”  

“A weekend.”  

“If you don’t like it, you can walk away.”  

The thought of leaving Steve hurt Belle.  But she knew he was right.  He never said he wanted more. “Ok,” she whispered.   

“I’ll still pick you up on Friday.”  

“I’m at Stark on Friday.”  

“I’ll be by.  Don’t worry about packing anything.  I have everything for you.  Let’s get you home.”  Steve offered his hand this time and she placed hers in his.  They made it to the street where Steve was hailing a cab.  

“No Bucky?” 

“He’ll meet me at your place.” The entered the cab, the silence deafening.  She didn’t know what to say.  “Tell me what you’re thinking?” 

“That I’m nervous.  And that I want to hold your hand.”  

Steve smirked but took her hand.  “It’s so small.”  

“You’re kinda over the top Mr. Rogers.” She blushed. Everywhere.  

Steve shot her a lust filled look.  “Are you flirting with me Miss Davis?”  

“I would never Mr. Rogers.  I’m a lady.”  

He got close to her ear.  “I know better, baby,” he whispered.  The actions sent shivers down her spine.  They arrived at her apartment building to see Lila and Bucky talking.  Steve paid for the cab and took Belle’s hand.  He walked her to the car.  “Friday?” 

“Friday,” she confirmed.  He bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Sweet dreams Isabella.” 

NEXT

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Chapter 5

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 4, next: Chapter 6,

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CHAPTER 5

The morning after, I woke up feeling way better and noticed a bunch of plastic bags to throw away near the door. Ellie was cleaning my house again. 

- What are you doing? - I’m just making sure you don’t have easy access to alcohol for now.  - Are you crazy, do you know how much all this costs ? Why are you doing this? - I have my reasons.  - And what are those reasons? Ellie’s behavior wasn’t normal, she doesn’t even know me but randomly decided to save my life, something was weird about it. - It’s a long story. She answered 

I sat back down on the sofa, signaling I was ready to listen. She let out a sigh and wiped sweat from her forehead.

- I’m not really in the mood right now Maya, I will put the bags outside and take a shower ok? - ok. 

While she was taking her shower, I decided to bake a chocolate cake for her. I prepared coffee and set the table. When she got out, I took the cake out of the oven and put it on the table. I wanted to show her my gratitude and make her feel more comfortable to confide in me. She looked surprised and joyful when she saw what I did. She thanked me, smiled and we both sat on the couch. 

- It’s really good, you’re a great chef! - Thank you, glad you enjoy it! Thought you might be hungry after all this cleaning. I was feeling that she was still embarrassed about my last questions. - Yeah you guessed right. She answered in a cold tone. - It just occurred to me that I don’t really know much about you. I know you’re a drug dealer, I know you’re very caring of random girls in distress and I know you’re scared of big roller coasters. You saw the ugliest parts of me, I think it’s only fair if you tell me a little more about you. - Yeah you’re right, when you put it that way it actually sounds creepy. Ok, okay what do you wanna know ? - Do you have a good relationship with your parents? I started. No, my mom is a violent alcoholic and sick old lady who’s only dating violent alcoholic men. I ran away when I was 16, shortly after starting as a dealer and making enough money to live on my own. - Oh.. I see. I’m sorry you had so many struggles at such an early age. At least it’s behind you now. I didn’t really know what to say about it, it explains a lot about her behavior. - No, I have a little sister. Step sister. - How old is she? - 6, she’s still with my parents that’s why I send them money every month and still visit from time to time; to make sure she’s ok and also to pay for the hospital bills and treatments for my mom.

Ellie looked sad after opening up about her family to me; I didn’t really know what to add so I took a seat closer to her and hugged her. She instantly welcomed me in her arms and we remained in silence for a short while. I thought I should try to change her mind and bring her outside to take some air. 

We took a walk hand in hand to the park next to my house. It was a very warm and sunny afternoon, the kids were playing, the dogs were running, the families were laughing, the birds were singing; the green grass we were laying on was fresh. We started to point and comment on the shapes we were seeing in the few clouds that were moving around the big bright blue sky above our heads. I used to hang out in this park a lot with Emily and Jonathan. I still can’t believe our friendship blew out in this accident; everything was going fine, we were planning to go on a trip for spring break together; now I don’t even know if Jonathan will be awake by then. I still can’t chase all these thoughts and the big hole the sadness is causing inside my chest but Ellie really helps me handle it. 

I turned my head to contemplate her face as she was closing her eyes, taking in the warmth of the sun that was making her face glow. I could see all her pores, her freckles and the red undertones of her hair were so much more vibrant under the light, her skin was smooth and clear as a baby’s face. I placed myself closer to her and opened her arm to rest my head on her chest. She has had such a hard life already and she seems to have a lot to handle, I really can’t put my finger on any reason that could justify her interest in me. Why would she waste her time to help me? We barely talked at the party and to be honest, I thought she wouldn’t even remember me after that night. 

-You still haven’t answered my question.  -Which question? She answered, her eyes still closed. -Why are you doing all this ? I mean why are you helping and caring for me? 

She opened her eyes letting out a small sigh before redressing herself to sit; I mirrored her movements. 

-3 years ago, I was dating this girl. I had issues, she had issues, we both ran away from our parents as teenagers and were trying to make it on our own.  At first, she was looking for drugs and I was selling it to her. She was just a client but she solicited me a lot and we began to talk outside of business and  shortly after we started dating. Everything was going fine at first but dating your drug dealer is never a good idea. She became more and more addicted, we were always fighting over anything. I knew if I didn’t give her the drug she would leave me and I didn’t want that so I kept on giving her what she wanted from me. But we really did love each other. Anyway; one day I was at work and she kept calling my phone. She did that all the time when she was out of drugs or when she was getting paranoid about me cheating on her every time I was outside the house. As I was used to it and was already on my way back, I didn’t pick up. Then I finally made it home and that’s when I found her. Her dead body laying on my bed with vomit all around her face and half her pills still in her hand. She died because of me, I shouldn’t have kept on giving her drugs, I should've helped her, I should’ve answered the phone, I should’ve been more present. Anyway, I don’t know, I guess I want to make things better this time. I know what you’re going through and I understand the guilt you feel, all the blame you put on your shoulders and I think we could help each other. 

It took me a minute to process everything she just told me. 

-Thank you for telling me all that, I see that you trust me so I know I can trust you too now. If you need anything ask me, I want to be here for you like you’re here for me you know. I hope you managed to heal from all of this; I can't imagine how hard it must’ve been for you. I’m glad you’re willing to get better and it’s now a little more clear why you’re so eager to help me but I am not her and I will try my best not to be. I want to get better and I'm sorry for making you go through this again yesterday. -Thank you, you’re the sweetest. I'm glad we had that talk, you can always count on me. 

We remained in silence again until we heard the melody of an ice cream truck passing by and saw all the children running after it. We looked at each other at the same time and smiled as we knew we just had the same thought. We walked towards the truck and Ellie got us two ice creams. I took a stracciatella flavored ice cream and she took a strawberry flavored one. 

We continued to walk along the lake that was in the middle of the park, petting each dog we saw. We sat under a tree, my head resting on her shoulder as she rolled a cigarette that we shared. She was caressing my hand with her thumb, I looked at her and our heads were getting closer, pulled by a natural force to one another until our lips collided and we began to kiss passionately.

[dykesynthezoid]

Comedy (and Merlin&Gwen friendship) heavy Arthur resurrection idea where Merlin only manages to wait patiently for Arthur to return for about five years and then he gets to impatient and is so disillusioned with destiny that he spends the next decade researching a way to bring Arthur back himself (and really bring him back, fully human) and it’s such a long con that he fully becomes buddies with the Lord of the Otherworld himself, to the point the Lord of the Otherworld owes him money bc Merlin keeps winning at dice.

And eventually when he’s finally ready he physically goes to the Otherworld himself to make the deal, insisting he and the Lord play one last game of dice and if the Lord wins Merlin will forgive all his debts! And if Merlin wins well :) guess :)

And ofc Merlin does win. And the Lord of Death is over here with his head in his hands like “Emrys I know what you want obviously but there has to be BALANCE I’m telling you” But of course Merlin is very stubborn so he just sits there arguing with him about it for several hours. And eventually the Lord tells him Fine. You can have him back. But it would actually be easier for you to take multiple souls at once. It’s like building an arch, you can’t just take ONE stone. If you’re going to do magic this powerful, you need more building blocks. And they all have to have had some sort of connection to each other in life. And they need anchors in the living world to keep them grounded there.

Merlin’s like yeah, sure, whatever, I literally don’t care what I have to do as long as I get Arthur. But the Lord of Death has one specific soul he’d like Merlin to take with him back to the realm of the living, one that’s been causing him quite a bit of trouble, and Merlin doesn’t like it, but again— He doesn’t care what it takes to bring Arthur back.

Now imagine you’re Gwen, and you’ve been ruling Camelot by yourself for the last fifteen years and it’s probably aged you (MILF Gwen alert). And because eventually she got tired of always being badgered to remarry, Gwen’s agreed to marry Leon, even if it’s just for convenience and they’re good friends. And she hasn’t seen her erstwhile court sorcerer for quite some time and she’s been wondering what he’s up to. And then one day a giant snake monster appears in one of the fields outside the city and she goes out there to see what’s going on, trying to get a better look even as her knights beg her to stay back, bc the snake isn’t attacking, it’s groaning and shifting— Until suddenly something starts to press at it from the inside, and out of nowhere it explodes and out stumbles a very naked and grimy Morgana who immediately starts yelling that she won’t be fooled by another of the Lord of Death’s nasty tricks, and then she promptly passes the fuck out.

So. You’re Gwen. And your evil (is she still evil??) ex homoerotic best friend has returned from the dead and burst out of a giant snake. And confused and in a daze you realize your erstwhile court sorcerer is finally returning; and thank god, he’ll know what’s going on with all this! And then Merlin arrives in Camelot with Arthur and more in tow and is like ah. So this is awkward. I did sorta bring your late husband, brother, ex bestie and ex lover all back from the dead without telling you. And you are gonna have to pick a specific one to ‘anchor’ to you. Sorry about that. Congrats on the engagement by the way! Oh and also Gwaine is here too.

And Gwen just. Breathes very deeply and tries to resist violence