#they finish each other’s sandwiches and sentences

[3liza]

thats not the joke. the joke is replacing "sentences" with "sandwiches". saying youve known someone long enough to finish each other's sentences isnt a joke at all, its just generally a common saying in english (and something that actually happens to people irl when you know each other a long time)

Crying, crying, crying at how you can get this line in Disco Elysium if you convince the lieutenant to eat the sandwich.

A lot of people have seen this exchange:

Fewer people have seen this option appear:

And if you choose it?

Goodbye. I love them so much.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Blink: Hey! You know who’s gay?

Mush: *shrugs*

Blink: *grabs Mush’s hand* Us.

Mush: 🥰

[scarletssienna]

I Was Heavenstruck

Summary - Wanda takes a liking for a young coffee shop worker. The only issue is, Wanda’s married. word count: 4.7k

Warnings - cheating, mommy wanda, age gap relationship, oral, begging, fighting, obsessed wanda, dom!sub undertones, angst

AN - milf wanda milf wanda milf wanda - I suppose I should post this rather than hiding all my writings in my drafts. Literally have like 3 currently held hostage begging to be let out. Part 2 here

18+ minors/men dni

Coffee shops have always been one of your favorite places. Luckily for you, your little college town had the cutest one. You’d applied nearly the second you’d gotten settled. Now you were happily on your third year of working there. You loved the busy work. It kept your mind occupied and distracted as you could focus on the coffee and making the customers happy. Recently, you found yourself getting slightly distracted at work. There was a woman who came in every morning at the same time. She would order the same cappuccino and chocolate croissant and sit at one of the corner tables while she caught up on emails. Lately, she had begun to get a little chatty. She would stop at the pickup spot, leaning over the counter as she would laugh and ask you about your day. The amount of darlings and sweethearts she used in each sentence never failed to make you blush. While she was older something pulled you towards her. You didn’t notice a ring on her finger. You found yourself quickly falling for her. Now, after two months of the same back and forth you needed more. Your hand shook as you wrote on a napkin your phone number. You placed it on the little dish visible next to the mug. You passed the dish over to her with a slightly shaky hand and a dark blush on your face. Her eyes glistened and riddled with confusion at your nervousness. She hadn’t seen your little note yet.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take a break. Come sit with me?” She offered as she set the dish down and reached to your arm. You shook your head politely declining. As much as you would love to sit with her, you couldn’t just leave what you were doing. There were other orders needed. She nodded and looked down at her mug as she went to pick it back up. It was her turn to blush as she noticed the note. She hummed a little ‘oh’ of contentment and understanding before hurrying to her typical table.

She was sitting there grinning to herself as she sipped her coffee. She pulled out her phone and you did your best not to stare as you tried to keep occupied. When you felt a buzz from your phone you glanced up at Wanda and your face quickly turned red as you locked eyes. Quickly, you looked away and pulled out your phone to see the notification. It’s from a new number with a simple text. “Hey <3”

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After three days of spending much longer than you would care to admit texting you finally worked up the courage to ask her out. From there you’d decided on sandwiches and a walk in the park after your shift on Friday. Nervous as ever you’d woken up much earlier than anticipated but spent the entire morning anxiously getting ready for work. You did your hair in a half-up half-down look with two pieces in the front. You then did a simple makeup look. You got dressed before heading to work. Watching the time like a hawk, just on cue Wanda came in. She walked to the counter and ordered her usual drink but disregarded the croissant.

Your smile when you saw her had been apparent. She seemed almost as nervous as you as she made simple small talk as you made her coffee. When you passed it to her she smiled and winked before heading to her table. By the time she’d come in you’d have half an hour left of your shift. She waited patiently as she read a book, glancing up at you every once in a while. When you finished your shift she seemed to be lost in her book. You disappeared into the bathroom to put on a bit more of a casual appearance, changing your shirt and stuffing your old one into your purse. Looking into the mirror you took a few deep breaths to gain confidence before walking towards Wanda. She hadn’t even noticed you approaching her until you carefully settled your fingers on her book, pressing it into her lap softly.

“Ready?” You smiled down at her before pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with a nervous giggle. She nodded excitedly and shut her book, putting it into her bag before standing up.

“Ready.” She hummed and looked down at you now. She stood just a few inches taller than you which always made you blush. Her hand reached down and held yours confidently as if they were meant to be that way. She then softly tugged you out of the cafe and outside. Once outside she smiled down at you. “Where to?” You smiled and led her to your favorite sandwich shop. The conversation flowed easily as she confidently led you around. Anytime you would move too slowly a soft squeeze would be applied to your hand as a reminder, causing you to hurry next to her side again. The two of you walked closely, arms brushing every once in a while. The touch barrier is typically broken after several dates have been broken almost instantly with Wanda’s constant desire to be close to you. You didn’t mind it though. Her closeness and gentle grazes and touches made you feel comfortable as you moved down the busy streets. Eventually, you made your way to the park. She led you to a blanket with a small picnic basket and a bouquet on top. How she had set this up without you knowing and had nothing happen to it surprised you. You grinned excitedly as she handed you the fresh pink tulips. You practically squeezed with excitement and wrapped your arms around her engulfing her in a hug. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as you spoke. The action causes you to stutter slightly.

“I’ve never been given flowers before.” You muttered softly and she smiled at you before wrinkling her eyebrows in confusion.

“A pretty girl like you deserves flowers. What a shame. I’ll just have to fulfill that desire for you now.” She said with a little wink as she sat down. She motioned next to her for you to sit and you obliged, setting the flowers next to you. “Any other desires you need to be fulfilled, pretty girl?” She asked with a small smirk on her face. You blushed a bright shade and quickly looked away from her gaze. Flustered, you reached for the sandwiches and passed her hers. She grabbed the picnic basket and opened it. Inside she pulled out some fresh strawberries she had sliced up, a small container of veggies and hummus, and a bottle of wine with two glasses. You giggled when you saw the wine and bit your bottom lip slightly.

“Wanda is like barely noon.” You teased her for her drink of choice. You’d just barely turned 21 and despite how many college kids behaved you rarely drank underage. It had all been very new to you. She just chuckled and poured two small glasses, passing one towards you. You two fell into a simple conversation as you ate happily. Eventually, somehow you ended up lying, looking up at the clouds with your head in Wanda’s lap. Her fingers tangled delicately through your hair as she relaxed in the closeness. From an outside perspective, you two were moving quite quickly. But in reality, this was months of pining and small talk. Finally, you two were able to be close and together. When Wanda’s phone rang for the third time in a row neither of you could ignore it anymore. You reached over and grabbed it for her, passing it to her. You tried not to be nosy and avoided looking at the screen to see who was calling. She declined the call and set the phone to the side. You thought for a second before looking up at her, deciding to ask.

“Who’s in such a need for your attention?” You asked as you took her hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair into your own hands. Softly you played with her fingers, directing your attention to the clouds.

“Other than you? Nobody that deserves it.” She stated simply as she smiled down at you. You smiled at the answer before sitting up and flipping around to face her. You kicked your legs over hers carefully draping them over her lap. Her hands rested on your legs with a smile.

“Hmm.” You thought out loud as you leaned in a little bit. “I want you to tell me something.” You stated as you reached up to her hands with one of yours.

“Mmhm.” She hummed in response, causing you to continue.

“I want you to tell me a secret. Something no one else knows.” You said as a matter of fact. She chuckled at you and raised one of her eyebrows.

“No one else, huh.” She questioned as she leaned in a tiny bit. You nodded in response as you awaited her answer. “I want to kiss you right now.” She replied in a little whisper as she glanced down at your lips. You wasted no time as you quickly closed the gap between you. She immediately kissed back as one of her hands moved to your waist and the other settled on the back of your head. It was gentle and sweet. Delicate almost. She didn’t want to spook you too much. You weren’t exactly satisfied with her softness. When she pulled away you glanced back and forth between her lips and her eyes.

“Wanna know my secret?” You asked, desperation heard through your voice. She just nodded as the scene unfolded in front of her. Carefully you made your way to straddling her lap. Her breath hitched in her throat as it was finally your turn to fluster her. “I want you to kiss me, kiss me, Wanda.” You stated as your finger pressed into the center of her chest softly. She leaned in to kiss you again. This time it was real. It was passionate and deep and everything you could ask for. Her hands grabbed at your hips as she pulled you closer, your body’s flush. Her tongue swooped against your bottom lip, eagerly seeking entrance. You obliged happily as your hips ground softly against her. When you two eventually pulled away you became suddenly very aware of your public presence. You blushed red as you glanced around before hiding your face in the crook of her neck. She held you close as her hand found a slow pattern tracing up and down your back.

The next few days were electric. Then weeks passed and you continued strong. You’d hit the three month mark of your first date last Friday and you just felt more encapsulated with Wanda's aura than ever before. Sometimes after your shift ends you two would walk around the shops that line the street. Other times it was late and you just needed a break from the textbooks. You would end up tangled up in the backseat of her car like a high school couple hiding from the world. Your favorites have been when she shows up for her usual at work. Several minutes after she’s served, you take a ‘break’ and disappear off into the bathroom for hidden kisses. Never once have you gone all the way though. And never once has the conversation of going to either of your houses come up: Until today.

When Wanda came in for her usual you saw her and a big smile grew across your face at the sight of her. It quickly faded as you noticed her discomfort. You frowned in confusion as you saw the man surprisingly close to her. His hand rested on her back as they quietly discussed their orders. Wanda looked quite uncomfortable but you didn’t notice as you were trying to figure out who the man with her was. You knew you recognized him but weren’t sure where from. When he came to order you immediately realized.

“We’ll take a cappuccino and,” he started but you quickly cut him off.

“Vision?” You asked confused before gasping. “Vision. No way.” You exclaimed. Wanda’s confusion was evident as you two shared shocked expressions and surprised laughter.

“Wow! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? Wow. Wanda!” He exclaimed as he looked down at her. “Our families were quite close when we were young! They still are but after college started I kinda disappeared into my own world.” He said as he shook his head. “We practically grew up together. Well, she is several years younger than me but you know.” He teased slightly before looking back at you. “This is my wife, Wanda.” He smiled. The words hit you heavily and suddenly you noticed all of Wanda’s discomfort. She was married. Your smile faded and you heard the blood rushing in your ears. You covered it well as he happily carried on.

“Yeah, uh, we’ve met sorta.” You said with a squinted look. “She’s quite the regular here.” You said with a faint laugh.

“We have to catch up soon.” He said suddenly and you just nodded sheepishly. “Friday. We’re having a little party. It’d be great to have you. Bring a plus one if you’d like? Boyfriend? Friend? Whatever.” You just nodded in agreement before smiling lightly. You scribbled down your phone number before sliding it to him and mumbling about getting their orders. They ordered it to go before leaving. The look on Wanda’s face stuck with you. How could she not have mentioned she was married? What was she doing with you?

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Friday came quicker than you’d expected. Throughout the rest of the week, you’d avoided Wanda: Her calls, her desperate texts, even your typical work hours. What you couldn’t stay away from was Friday. But you had a plan. Natasha. Your best friend. You’d asked her for a favor and she was quick to agree. Vision had approved you bringing a guest so there you did. You had a bottle of wine in your hand. You both were dressed quite nicely. Natasha in a tight red dress that complimented her hair nicely and accentuated her chest and ass. You were wearing clothes nicer than you’d put on in forever. A tight black dress that hugged your hips just perfectly and left your chest quite out and exposed. Despite your pleas of denial Natasha had encouraged you to wear heals and boy did they do wonders for your legs. You knocked on the door and waited nervously. Wanda opened it with a desperate but nervous smile. It faded when she noticed you had a plus one. She was wearing a white jumpsuit, a little more conservative than you two but it had you blushing anyways. You exchanged awkward highs and smiles. She let you in with a fake smile as she attempted to seem normal.

“This is Natasha. My girlfriend.” You smiled fakely as you watched them introduce themselves.

“Your girlfriend! Wow yes. So nice to meet you.” Wanda bore fakely through gritted teeth. She knew you didn’t have a girlfriend. Vision didn’t. And you planned on making the whole scene very convincing. You two entered and Vision made his appearance. You and Natasha were quickly pulled off into a conversation, weaving your way throughout the crowded house. You both found drinks and made attempts at casual conversation with people. Natasha made the practice of being extremely touchy. She would lean down and whisper in your ear which caused shivers down your spine. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you blush. Wanda watched the two of you interact from her place as she sipped her drink quietly. The quick kisses you and Natasha would share and her quite apparent hand on your ass caused Wanda to squirm from across the room. Your drinks were set down as you two moved off to the side of the crowd. Her hands roamed across your body as if there was no one else in the room. She leaned down and whispered in your ear causing you to blush deeply.

“Who knew this would all come so naturally.” She paused, her hands settling on your hips as she pulled your body’s flush. “I want more.” She whispered before leaning down to kiss you deeply. Thus began a heavy make-out. Her tongue made a quick fashion of taking control of the kiss. You moaned as you opened your mouth further. Your hand tangled softly in her hair as she squeezed at your ass. You grumbled a little when she eventually pulled away. She wasn’t done yet. She leaned down once more to whisper in your ear. “Forget Wanda. I could treat you so right baby. Let’s just get out of here.” Your eyes flickered over to where Wanda was standing as you made accidental eye contact. She was schaithing as she faked enjoyment with the people surrounding her. Her eyes rarely left you. You couldn’t even tell if this was all an act anymore or not. You didn’t even have a chance to consider the proposition Natasha had put up when Wanda practically stormed over. She seemed to have taken your eye contact as a signal to come over. A giant smile plastered on her face when she reached out and touched your arm.

“Honey, can we step over here for a second? I’d love to just have a word with you?” She asked as her arm slid down to your hand, gripping it tightly. She didn’t wait for a response as she began pulling you off down a hallway and away from everyone. You glanced back at Natasha and all she did was wink. The house was bigger than you’d expected it to be. She looked around making sure no one was paying attention before pulling you up the stairs. She tugged you into the nearest room and you clumsily fell into her embrace. She shut the door, catching you carefully before pushing you up against the wall. “What the hell is all this?” She started, as if she was allowed to be the person upset here. Your eyes avoided her as you looked around the room, noticing a bed and dresser you were suddenly fearful she had brought you into her bedroom. The one she shared with her husband. “Oh don’t get your panties all tied in a knot, this is the guest room.” She said coldly as she shook her head. You pulled against her grip causing her to just tighten it. You looked up into her eyes as you struggled with what to even say. Her cold demeanor dropped suddenly as she sighed. Her hands fell to her sides and her eyes looked into yours, now glossy.

“When were you planning on telling me you were married?” You started, cautiously. “That you have this whole extravagant life. And you just sneak around with me.” You groaned. “Because you’re married!” You practically yelled causing Wanda to quickly snap her hand up and cover your mouth.

“Shh.” She hushed you softly. You shook your head, shaking her hand off of your face as you swatted at her.

“Don’t shush me.” You growled as you frowned. She sighed and took a step back, giving you a little bit of space. Your arms fell to your sides in defeat as you finally showed how you really felt. The pit in your stomach grew as you spoke quietly. “I just thought it was real.” You looked away from her and shook your head as tears filled your eyes. “Was any of it even real?” You asked, not even sure if you’d want to know the answer. She stepped back towards you again and cupped your face softly.

“Sweetheart, it was real. It was all real.” She said, her voice cracking as she spoke. “It was more real than anything I’ve felt in so,” she sighed. “So long.” You finally looked back into her eyes. They were glossy as tears threatened to fall. “I got in too deep.” She whispered. “I fucked up Detka. It was never supposed to go as far as it did.” She now looked away from you, feeling guilty. “You were just supposed to be my little distraction in the morning. My beaming ray of sunshine I would get to enjoy with my coffee. I fell for you though. I hoped the date would be terrible and would push us apart and I would lose interest.” She looked back at you. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and frowned. “I didn’t. In fact, I grew to really quite adore you.” She smiled a tiny bit. It was a sad, guilty smile that faded when she saw your frown. Her thumb wiped your tears away and she kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“You used me Wanda. You used me as a distraction from your sad, boring life, and unhappy marriage.” Your words were cold and mean. They took her by surprise but she knew it all already. She frowned and sighed.

“Please sweetheart. You have to forgive me.” She pleaded, her hands sliding down your face and down your arms to your hands. The tears that had been threatening to escape finally fell. She gripped your hands tightly in hers as she began to beg. “Please.” She leaned forward again and began to kiss at your face and neck. Between each kiss a beg or plead would follow. Her hands moved to your hips and back to your ass. Her hands stilled as she leaned to whisper in your ear. “It can be our little secret Detka. No one has to know.” She nipped at your earlobe slightly, causing you to groan. You felt sick sneaking around like this. Though there was something that drew you to the situation so strongly. It pulled and urged you against all of your better judgment. You broke, nodding weakly. She saw you nod and gasped relieved as she kissed you deeply, passionately. It was a kind of desperation you had never felt from her before. The feeling suffocated you. Her utter obsession with you fueled a fire in you you hadn’t ever even dreamt of. She dropped to her knees, looking up to you with desperate eyes.

“Let me thank you.” She murmured, her hands sliding up your thighs underneath your dress. You groaned at her touches and nodded again as your hand went to her hair. It gently tangled in her curls as she left wet kisses up your thighs. You separated your legs a little as you leaned up against the wall. She pulled your panties down your thighs and faked a gasp at the wet spot on them. “I’ve barely even touched you sweetheart.” She teased and stuffed your panties into her pocket, not planning on giving them back. You whined softly as you pulled her head closer to where you needed it. She immediately gave you the attention you deserved. She lifted your leg over her shoulder for easier access. Her head was immediately buried in your cunt as she licked moved as if she was starved. Her tongue moved skillfully through your folds and around your clit. You had to hold back gasps and moans as you fell back against the wall harder. A hand covered your mouth to stifle the moanes she created as she hungrily ate between your thighs. Your hand held tighter in her hair as you pulled her closely, directing her to what you liked. You could feel her smiling below you, this caused you to blush a dark color as you closed your eyes tightly. The embarrassment washed away as you only felt pleasure. Her tongue brought you to a quick orgasm. You bit down on your hand softly to muffle the moans she was so easily eliciting from your body. As you came down from the high you nearly fell over. She was quick to catch you as she held you up carefully. Your eyes were still closed as you leaned your head against the door, catching your breath tiredly. She wiped her face a little as she chuckled at your exhaustion. She leaned forward kissing you deeply. You kissed back with desire. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her. You whined into the kiss as it turned sloppy. She pulled you into her arms, holding you closely as you snuggled into her embrace, leaning your entire body weight on her.

“Come here darling.” She whispered soothingly as she held you. “Mommy’s got you.” She whispered instinctively. The nickname she used on herself caught you a little off guard at first. But you smiled and blushed at the comfort and fuzzy feelings you were feeling. She lifted you carefully and walked you to the bed before gently setting you down. You laid back on the bed and reached for her to lay with you. She stayed standing though and tried to part from your body. When she tried to let go of you your eyes snapped open and you whined.

“No mommy.” You complained and grabbed her clothes. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, soothing your worries.

“I’m just going to grab some things to clean you up sweetheart I’ll be right back.” She whispered, causing you to reluctantly let go of her. She disappeared into the bathroom and was gone far too long as she collected some things. She returned only a moment later and sat down next to you. You squirmed up against her and she made gentle work of cleaning you up. Her hands gripped at your thighs causing you to instinctively open them for her, whining at the touch. She gently wiped you up before setting the wash cloth aside and carefully taking off your makeup. Your eyes stayed closed as you drifted off into a relaxed, sleepy state. When she finished she peppered soft kisses across your face before stopping at your lips. Her tongue was immediately seeking entrance again, causing you to moan and press your legs together once again. She pulled away when she noticed your reaction, tisking you no softly.

“Mommy’s sorry honey, no more tonight.” She hummed and soothed your cheek. You nodded and looked up at her with big eyes.

“The party.” You looked up with concern. She shook her head a little with a sweet smile.

“I have it handled. I’ll be right back okay?” She assured you as she waited to leave your embrace until you approved. You nodded and she stood up. She went to the mirror and fixed up her appearance. You turned your body so you could watch her, a small smile on your face. She smiled back at you before leaving the room and going downstairs. She explained to Vision that you were quite ill and would have to stay the night. When he offered to come up and help she politely declined, explaining how he needed to stay to finish up the party. He agreed and Wanda returned upstairs. She stopped in her room first and grabbed some pajamas before returning to the guest room, locking the door behind her. You reached for her impatiently, whines leaving your lips.

“Come here.” You murmured, clinging onto her jumpsuit when she was within reach. She stood next to the bed while you nuzzled your face up against her thigh. She took your phone from you one hair playing softly though your hair.

“What’s your password honey?” She asked, causing you to mumble it out. She typed it in before finding Natasha’s contact. She sent her a text saying she could leave and you would be alright for the night. You didn’t even question what Wanda was doing on your phone, all you cared about was being close to the older woman. She then set to work getting you out of your dress and into some comfortable clothes. All of her touches felt like fire on your body. You squirmed beneath her as her fingers grazed up your thighs. She then stepped back and changed out of her clothes. You watched in awe, biting your bottom lip as she stripped in front of you. Her confidence radiated as she didn’t even hesitate changing with your watchful eyes. When she finished she climbed in bed behind you. You scooted back against her body as she pulled you flush against her. You relaxed in her embrace, falling asleep quickly. All of your comfort would be taken away though in just a few short hours when she had to return to bed with her husband.

[tinyluvs]

I’ve been feeling fluffy Spencer lately too 🥺🥺 esp dad!spencer like just visiting him at work w bub -🌺

screaming, crying, throwing up, tysm for this angel ♡ enjoyy !! also this ended up WAY longer than i planned it to be!

"i'm hungry," your daughter whines, throwing her head back dramatically, her little arms wrapped around your legs while her chin rests on your thighs

you chuckle at her, fingers brushing through her baby hairs, "you're dramatic," you snicker at her confused face, "daddy's office is only one more floor up, you'll be fine,"

as you finish your sentence the elevator pings and the doors slide open, "come on then princess," you hold your hand out, waiting for a smaller hand to slip into it

"princess hazel!" your little girl squeals, jumping out of the elevator, over the tiny gap and out into the foyer of the bau. she runs on ahead, tiny hands wrapping around the handle on the doors, "open!"

you give her a hand, pulling on the door to open it enough for you both to slip through, "hold on," you gasp, bending to grab her hand before she can take off running through the office

it takes you all of three seconds to spot spencer, sitting at his desk reading a book, though his back is turned to you, "i see daddy," you whisper, leading hazel through the office until she can see him too

"daddy!" she shouts, causing multiple people to turn their attention to the child running through the room but she only has her eyes on her dad

spencer gasps, discarding his book on his desk just in time to catch the ball of excitement launching herself into his lap, "hey sweetheart!" he chuckles, tightening his arms around hazel's body, squeezing her

he stands up, spinning around with his daughter in his arms as you finally catch up to them. the little girl squeals and giggles, throwing her head back again, "be careful," you giggle, gently holding the back of her head, "hey,"

"hello," your boyfriend smiles, settling hazel under his arm as he swoops forwards to kiss you quickly, "what're you guys doing here?" he asks, putting your child down

"well, we thought we could have lunch together," you explain, watching spencer hold both of hazels's hands while she tucks her legs up, hanging in front of him in a fit of giggles

"lunch!" hazel repeats, finally putting her feet on the floor but no sooner has she made contact with the ground, she's holding her arms up, waiting for spencer to pick her up, again, "up!"

spencer sighs, jokingly and over exaggerated, "again? but you're so heavy," he says but never one to say no to either of his girls, he crouches, scooping his baby up

silently you watch them, unpacking sandwiches, all wrapped up neatly in foil. out of the corner of your eye, you notice penelope and derek wander into the bullpen, "oh my goodness, my baby!" pen gasps before you can even say hello to her

hazel scrambles, accidentally kicking spencer in the stomach as she leaps from his arms, "auntie pen! uncle 'rek!" both of the adults crouch down, their arms wrapping around the small girl as she barrels into them

you and spencer lean into each other, smiling widely as you distantly hear hazel shouting, "up!" at derek just a few seconds before she's sitting proudly on his shoulders, her chin resting on top of his head

the commotion grabs the attention of dave, jj and emily who all appear from different directions, though they all end up stood in front of derek, talking up at hazel

"she's so loved," you smile softly, looking up at spencer, his arm snaking around your waist and his lips pressing against your forehead

"she is," he agrees, reaching for the sandwiches on his desk. he unwraps all of them, handing you half of yours before holding half of hazel's out, "morgan, come here," he chuckles

derek jumps, sending hazel giggling all over again as they make their way towards you, the rest of the team following. derek bends down, letting hazel snatch her sandwich from her dad

"hey guys," you greet the rest of the team, side hugging them gently, "how is everyone?" you ask after getting a mixed bag of greetings back from them

"much better now hazel's here," jj comments, holding her hand out so that hazel will give her a high five, "good job honey," she nods when your daughter, aggressively, slaps her hand

spencer sits on the edge of his desk, pulling slightly on your sweater until you're moving back, plopping down right next to him while you finish your sandwich

"where's uncle aaron?" hazel asks, twisting her tiny body around violently. a small scowl covers her face as she realises, he's not in the bullpen

emily leans, looking around everyone, "hey, he's in his office, shall we go see him?" she asks, holding her hands out. hazel nods, sliding off of derek’s shoulders and into emily's arms

before they dart off, spencer leans forwards, taking the left over crust from his daughters hands, "why won't you eat those?" he asks, shaking his head slightly

"yucky!" hazel shouts through a laugh when emily hops up the few stairs in front of aaron's office.

"she's getting so big," dave comments, crossing his arms over his chest, "i feel like the last time i saw her, she was half the size she is now,"

"yeah, you should bring her in more often," penelope huffs, plopping down into a spinny chair that you guess is spencers, "or, at least let me babysit every once in a while,"

through open blinds you watch as aaron stands your daughter on his desk, "hey, you guys are more than welcome to borrow her any time," you chuckle, "she's a handful though," you warn

"we can handle her for a few hours, give you and spence some time alone," jj says, her tone suggestive, "maybe give hazel a little brother or sister?" she comments before brushing past, also on her way to aaron's office

beside you spencer blushes a deep red, his fingers drumming against your waist, "jj!" he groans, causing derek, penlope and dave to also laugh as they depart, following the sound of your girls laughter

you lean back to look into aaron's office through the now open door, "she's bouncing on his couch," you snicker, watching the rest of the team bob their heads as they all watch her going up and down

"oh god," spencer gasps, standing, ready to go and stop her but you wrap your fingers loosely around his wrist pulling him back so he's stood between your legs, "pretty," he smiles, looking down at you

his thumbs ghost over your cheeks as they heat, "hey, do you ever think about it?" you ask but spencer just tilts his head like a confused puppy, "having another baby," you clarify

your boyfriend thinks for a second, "well, yeah, of course, why?" he asks, a light smirk playing on his face. his hands slip down your neck, resting on your shoulders

"hazel's going into kindergarten soon, so, it wouldn't be the worst timing," you say slowly, staring up at spencer, "what do you think?"

spencer smiles wildly, humming in agreement before bending to kiss you properly, though it's messy and interrupted by the both of you smiling into it, "sounds perfect," he mumbles, kissing at the corner of your mouth before standing straight

"okay," you whisper, heart racing with excitement as you wrap your arms around spencer's waist, pulling him in so you can hide your face against his stomach, "right, let's go retrieve out daughter before she makes herself sick,"

spencer laughs at you, tangling his fingers with yours as you lead him towards aaron's office. you slot in by the rest of the team while spencer catches hazel mid couch jump, "you'll be sick if you carry on with that, princess,"

"no i won't!"

the team laughs while you lean slightly towards jj, "hey, do you, maybe, fancy having a play date this weekend?" you ask, eyeing her slightly though you don't need to, she knows what you're asking and why

"i would absolutely love to,"

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

a/n you know what imma say !! proofread badly, soz x

also; dad!spencer has my mf ♡

[rekino2114]

Could we get a full fem nanami x male reader fic

Visiting fem! Nanami at work

A/n:credit to Valerio Santos on pinterest for the art

"You did good yuji, go rest now"

"Thanks nanamin, you were so awesome too"

"I already told you not to call me that, plus I didn't do anything"

"You still look cool and you're so powerf-"

"Just go to your dorm"

Yuji saluted his mentor and sprinted off to his room while nanami sighed and started to exit jujutsu High, but she was stopped by an arm pressing on her shoulder

"Heeeeeeey nanami, how are you doing?"

"What do you want gojo?"

"What? Do I need a reason to talk to you?"

"What do you want?"

"*sighs* fiiiiine, soooo I might have taken a nap when I was supposed to fill the paperwork for a mission"

"I'm not helping you do paperwork"

"Come on, I thought we were friends"

"We're not friends and we never were"

"That hurt. Anyway, are you 100% sure?"

"Yes"

"Weeeeeel, that's too bad cause I already told Yaga I was gonna do them today"

"That's your problem"

"But you do have to do the paperwork for the mission you and yuji just did, right?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"Well, since you already have to do those, what's a few more?"

"............."

"I'll pay you"

"Alright, I guess I could buy my husband something with the extra money"

"Great I knew I could count on you"

"Just don't bother me anymore"

Nanami was opened her eyesto see gojo already halfway to the exit even before she could finish the sentence

"Sorry, what did you say? I can't hear you, thanks again"

The 7:3 sorceress sighed again before taking her dialing your number

"Hi, what's up honey?"

"I'm sorry to say this, but I'll come back home later today"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, unfortunately, gojo made me do his paperwork again"

"That's a shame, don't worry though, i understand, take your time, I'll be waiting for you"

"Thanks sweetie, you're always so understanding, I promise I'll be fast"

"There's no need for that. Like I said, I'll wait for you no matter how much time you take, I love you"

"Love you too hun"

Nanami stood in the hallway, smiling for a bit after the call ended. She then adjusted her tie and went to a different room to start working.

She was about halfway through the papers when she heard a knock on the door

"Come in"

She raised her head and was surprised to see you

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you, I thought you'd be bored doing all that work alone"

You then took out a sandwich from a bag you brought

"And I brought you lunch. You're probably very hungry now, right?"

"Thank you, I swear I have the best husband ever"

"And I have the best wife ever, now why don't you take a break and eat, I brought you your favorite sandwich"

Your wife smiled brightly and took the sandwich out of your hands before splitting it in 2 and giving you one of the parts

"You must be hungry too, take it"

"Thanks"

Before eating, nanami took a moment to look at your beautiful smile and lips before pulling you in a passionate kiss that you quickly reciprocated

"I love you so much my love"

"I love you too honey"

She stared in your eyes again, and you two began eating while standing close to each other, feeling your love grow even more.

[suuuupernovaaa]

The Book Seller - Azriel x f!OC (Part 3/3)

Summary: Azriel’s mate decides whether she wants to accept the mating bond, or if it’s all too much.

Content Warning: Adult, 18+, mentions of death and trauma, sexual content

Part 1, Part 2

The next day, Azriel came and fixed the door to my apartment. While he was there, he noticed a few cabinets askew, and fixed those as well.

Afterwards, we made our way down to sit outside the storefront and enjoy lunch by the river, and he noticed a wiggling floorboard, and a crooked bookshelf.

He fixed those, as well.

My heart swelled to watch him pouring energy into the small bookshop that had been my life for so long. It felt quite right, to see him wipe sweat from his brow as he aligned the book shelf just so, and the satisfied smile that crossed his face was enough to make my heart stop when he turned to me.

I laid awake all the previous night, thinking of the bits of information he’d shared with me. His childhood and the pain he’d endured. The way he found his brothers, Cassian and Rhysand. All the wars and trials they’d been through since then. The killing and the torture. The way the peaceful times we were living in now felt like a dream to him.

It had been hard to part ways with just a chaste kiss to his cheek, but I wasn’t sure how fast or slow we were going to move. Some mates took their time, and some took no time at all. I knew at least that he’d be back the next day, to fix the door and so much more.

I set a tray of food in front of us as we sat down to enjoy one of the last warm days we’d see for a while. The food was ordered from a cafe around the corner, as I knew the significance of preparing a meal for the man before me. Preparing and offering a meal was a sign of accepting the bond.

“Thank you for fixing all of that. My brother, I’ve asked him so many times, but he has a little one at home and not much time to help.”

He took a bite of his sandwich and nodded. “You can ask me now,” he said, and a fist squeezed around my heart.

“It’s a little funny that…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Go on,” he said, setting his food down.

“We don’t really know each other, do we? We met last night but it feels, almost, like I could rely on you. If I decided to.”

The corners of his lips turned up in a small smile, and that was his only response.

—

Azriel stopped by every day over the next week. Sometimes when the store was open, just to quickly say hi, and twice after to take a walk along the chilly river and talk, hands or arms clasped together. His company was becoming easy, comforting, and I was growing accustomed to him so quickly.

I wondered, was it because we were mates, or would we have found ourselves drawn to each other otherwise?

Despite the ease and excitement, something loomed over me. Azriel was not a normal fae, not a carpenter or a tradesman, not someone I met down the street or at a bar. He was the Shadowsinger, at the hand of our High Lord, and there were parts of his life I was not sure I would ever be privy to. Would that be a true partnership, if part of himself was kept hidden away?

If our era of peace ended, he’d have to put himself in danger. What did being a Shadowsinger truly entail? Would his duties take him away from time to time?We never talked about it, because I didn’t ask.

I was too afraid to. What if he told me he couldn’t share that? What if he told me something I didn’t want to hear? What if he thought it was too soon for me to ask?

When he stopped in the following Saturday, early in the morning with a tea in hand for me, my father was in the shop.

My family joined for dinner together every Wednesday night at my parents house, and my eldest sister had been quick to announce I’d met my mate this past family dinner.

Though they had all insisted on meeting him, I’d not yet broached the topic with Azriel. My family was loud, boisterous, always in each other’s business, and fiercely loving but sometimes overwhelming. Azriel was quiet, and I was nervous that he wouldn’t appreciate them.

My father, a tall man but still a dwarf compared to the Shadowsinger, did not balk when Azriel entered and strode to my desk, handing me the tea.

“Good morning. I came to tell you -“

“Is this him?” father interrupted, and I chided him with a tisk.

“Father!” I hissed, and Azriel straightened. It occurred to me then that truly, Azriel was older than my parents, but fatherhood had made my father mature in a way that only being a parent can, and he looked at Azriel through those eyes.

The tension grew in the air quickly as the two men stared at each other until my father, who had never been described as intimidating a day in his life, grabbed Azriel’s hand in his and shook it violently up and down.

“Great to meet you, son,” my father said to Azriel, the High Lord’s Shadowsinger, his elder by 100 years, as if he was any other man on the street.

To his credit, Azriel returned the shake with enthusiasm, and tipped his head as a sign of respect. “You as well, sir,” he replied.

Father waved his hand to dismiss the title. “No formalities in family. Will you join us for dinner this week?”

Azriel looked to me, and I tried to communicate my apologies with my expression.

He cleared his throat. “Actually, I came to tell you, Holly, I leave tonight and will be gone about a week.”

I gripped my tea in my hands as my father wisely made some mumbled excuse to leave us alone at my desk. I stood from my chair and came around to meet Azriel, perching on the edge of my desk.

“Oh. Um, work?”

He nodded.

“I wanted to ask… how much I might be allowed to know. In the future.”

His face grew dark and serious. “I would tell you anything you want to know, though some of it you may not want to hear. It is not always pleasant, extracting secrets.”

I nodded gravely. “Oh. Right.”

“Which brings me to another point… being my mate, it could land you in trouble. One day. Soon or in the distant future. I’d feel better if you could defend yourself.”

“Fight?” I asked, glancing around at the book store to make sure no one was listening.

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to, but I would feel more at ease if I knew you could defend yourself. If need be.”

I wrapped my arms around myself. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of - the danger that came with the man in front of me. It only took a week to bubble to the surface.

“Cassian and Nesta have offered to train you.”

“Why not you?”

A small smile crossed his lips. “Just this week, while I’m gone. I’ll join once I return. I thought you’d be more comfortable, with Nesta there.”

Nervous, I reached out and grabbed his hand. He held mine fiercely.

“Will you be safe? Are you going somewhere dangerous?”

He shook his head, stepping closer to me. “No, no one will even know I’m there,” he replied quietly, and pressed his forehead to mind. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.

“Do you promise?” I whispered.

To my shock, Azriel’s lips found mine then. For the first time. Soft, warm, and all enveloping, I pressed my body flush to his and opened my mouth to allow him entry, a soft sigh escaping.

I had been waiting, every moment since we’d met, for him to kiss me. Stealing glances at his lips, kissing his cheek with every departure, it wasn’t enough.

He snaked his arms around my waist, and I held his beautifully sculpted face in my hands as his tongue explored.

Every single part of me was on fire in a way I had never imagined possible. I could feel sparks shooting from my toes and the ends of my hair. Azriel groaned quietly as he pressed me tighter to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him in place.

He tasted like mint tea and I wove my hands through his silky, dark hair, desperate for more.

Too fast, too suddenly, Azriel pulled away and smiled down at me. Only a moment later, I heard my father approaching.

He must have heard him first.

I removed my hands from his hair and smoothed it, removing any traces that I had been there, as we continued to smile at each other.

“Cassian will fetch you at 6am tomorrow, and have you back in time to open at 10,” he said, and my face fell.

“Azriel, 6am? You cannot be serious.”

He was laughing as he walked out the door.

—

The next week was grueling. Every morning, I met Cassian outside at 6am so he could prove to me how weak I truly was. I had no strength, no skill, no balance.

Nesta assured me she had been the same before Cassian had forced her to train, but it was hard to believe, watching her move with such grace and strength now.

Not only was the training draining me, but I missed Azriel. It felt strange to admit it. Two weeks ago, I had only known him by reputation. Now, a day without him was painful.

Near the end of the week, I’d asked the girls to run the shop for me for the day so I could rest, and Nesta invited me to join her for breakfast after training, just the two of us.

Sweaty and tired, I slumped at the table and asked the house for some water and tea. It appeared magically, delighting me as it had every time this past week.

“Can I ask you something a little personal?” I asked once I’d drank the entire glass of water, and Nesta nodded warily.

Though I did consider us friends, Nesta was still guarded, and I wanted to tread carefully.

“Is it hard, to be Cassian’s mate?”

She surprised me by laughing. “In what sense? He is very annoying.”

“I mean, him being who he is. The position he holds.”

“Ah,” she said, nodding. “I don’t know if I can say. I was human before, and all I’ve known of being fae is these people, this life,” she gestured to the grand home around us, and I understood.

Her ushering into this life had been straight into grandeur. She had not lived life as a normal high fae, only royalty.

“I asked you to come here last week because I wanted you to meet Azriel. Something felt right, when I thought of you two together. I can’t explain it. I almost knew. Once the idea occurred to me, of you two together, I couldn’t shake it. It nagged at me until I brought you here.”

Though I had suspected, she hadn’t confirmed it before.

I pursed my lips and looked down at the full plated breakfast before me.

“He seems worth it, to me. Worth whatever… trouble, it could bring. To be his,” I said finally, picking up my fork. “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him.”

Nesta reached over and grabbed my arm. “You are. I would not trouble with you, if you weren’t.” She spoke plainly, stating a fact with no emotion behind it, and nodded in return.

—

I returned home early in the afternoon, greeted my employees, and headed up for a long bath and possibly a nap.

After soaking for a very long time to remove all the sweat and grime, I dressed in a simple tan dress, and pulled a book from my night stand. The bath had rejuvenated me enough to no longer need to sleep, so I sat next to the window to read.

Only ten minutes later, I closed the book, unable to focus on the words on the page. They danced around, always spelling Azriel in my mind.

A scary but not entirely unwelcome thought greeted me then: I was in love with the shadowsinger. With his soft smiles and tight expressions. His attention to detail and need to care and fix. His past and present and hopefully, his future.

I wasn’t just falling in love with him because the living bond between us brought us together, but for who he was. I would have loved him without this bond. Would have been struck by his beauty and grace. The quiet assuredness with which he moved through the world.

As I got lost deeper and deeper into my own thoughts, a knock came at the door. Probably Aurelia or Jessiminda, needing something for the store. I placed my book on the shelf before crossing my small apartment to pull open the door.

Neither girl stood there, but instead, Azriel barreled in, sweeping me into his arms in a warm embrace that I eagerly returned.

“You’re back!” I exclaimed, breathing him in. How fully I missed him really hit me then, as I held him safely in my arms. It was as if something had been wrong the last week, something missing from me, a part of my soul, and here it was, returned.

“I came back as soon as I could,” he said, his face in my hair. The unspoken part of that sentence seemed to be, to get back to you.

“How was training?” he asked as he pulled away, just a few inches to look at me, and I could not stop myself from rolling my eyes.

“I’m sore everywhere. I could not kick anyone’s ass.”

He laughed, a low chuckle. “Give it time.”

“I have been thinking… Jessaminda wants more hours, and the store is doing well. I could have her open every morning for me, so I only work afternoons.”

His smile grew. “You don’t want to train at six am.”

“Of course not. But also, it would mean more time for me.”

For us.

Through the bond, I felt a ripple of joy. Only once or twice before had I felt what I thought were Azriel’s emotions - we wouldn’t truly be able to feel each other until I accepted the bond, and we hadn’t discussed that yet.

“Good idea,” was his full reply, and I beamed at him.

“Are you hungry? I could make a stew.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Are you offering to cook for me? Now?”

I sauntered away from him into the kitchen, gathering the supplies I needed and lighting the stove.

“Sit, and tell me about your trip,” I instructed as I began chopping. He sat at my small dining table, looking as nervous as he was capable of after centuries of skillfully hiding his emotions, and told me of his trip. Simple fact finding and information gathering in the autumn court, where he’d also met up with some old friends. I asked questions, and he readily answered, giving me any information I wanted to know, which brought comfort to my heart.

When the stew was done, I filled two bowls, and turned to him.

“Before I give this to you, I want you to know… I think you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met. If you weren’t my mate, I would still find you as handsome, as impressive, as captivating, as awe-inspiring as I do now. I don’t care that we’ve only just met or there’s so much we have to learn about each other. I’m greatly looking forward to that.”

I sat down across from him, and wondered if my family would be upset that we’d done this in private. Many fae made a ceremony of this moment, but I couldn’t imagine that was something Azriel would want, and I didn’t really either.

There was a look in his eyes that I thought might be wonder, or awe, I set the bowl and spoon down in front of Azriel, and waited.

He lifted the spoon and stared at me with such intensity that it made my stomach churn with nerves.

“I have waited 500 years for you. Had I known what I was waiting for, I would have agreed to wait 500 more.” His voice trembled with emotion, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

We were silent as he took his first bite, and finished the bowl in mere minutes. I hadn’t even touched mine, I realized, and took my first bite as he took his last.

We stared at each other then, the air charged, and I felt it. The bond strengthening, solidifying between us, and I closed my eyes and listened.

I could feel him so clearly. His pain, his joy, and drowning everything else out, how badly Azriel wanted me in that moment. How desperate he was to touch me, and the thread he was using to hold himself back until he got a signal from me.

When I opened my dark eyes, his golden eyes bore into mine, passion sparking behind them.

“Yes,” was all I said, and all he needed, to sweep the table aside and pull me into his sturdy, waiting arms.

His mouth found mine eagerly, and his hands roamed my body. I found myself beyond glad I’d had time to bathe before he arrived.

He lifted me up by the shelf of my rear, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked the few steps over to my bed and without breaking the kiss, lay me on my soft green bedding, kneeling between my spread legs.

“Azriel,” I moaned, and I felt how badly he wanted me as he pressed himself into me. I arched my back, searching for more friction.

He reached down, pulling at the hem of my dress slowly, pushing it up over my thighs, his fingers trailing over my stomach, and I sat up so he could pull it over my head.

I made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, revealing his broad golden chest and firm abs.

“Gods,” I hissed as he tossed the shirt across the room. This sculpted angel before me was enough to send me into a spiral. He pushed me back onto the bed, and looked down at me as something to devour.

“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice all breath and gravel, and I nodded eagerly.

He started at my neck with lazy, languid kisses, running his warm tongue over my skin, and then down. Over my chest, he stopped to take my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking gently. I arched my back, pressing myself into his mouth, and we groaned together.

Down, further down he went, trailing his tongue over my naval until he reached the apex of my thighs, and did not waste any time teasing me.

He pulled my sensitive bud between his lips and sucked. I was so swollen, so sensitive, and so desperate for him. I moaned his name and put my hands into his hair, guiding him as he truly devoured me. He slowed and sped, and stuck his tongue deep inside me, causing another loud moan to escape my chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and I nearly came at the sound of it.

“I need you,” I replied.

“Need me where, baby?”

“Inside me. Please. Now,” I panted.

He stood up slowly, torturing me, and removed the buckle from his pants, and slid them down over taught, muscular thighs.

The bulge in his underwear was obscenely large, and I wondered how on earth it was going to fit. He removed his underwear and sprang free, and my mouth watered.

He was on top of me once more, his fingers dragging through my wet folds, circling my clit, as I moaned into his mouth.

I spread my legs as wide as they would go, and reached down to grip his considerable length, and place it at my entrance.

“Please,” I breathed, and my mate’s eyes met mine. I felt him, his love and his admiration and his lust, surging through the bond. “Azriel.”

“Holly,” he whispered, reverently, worshipping my name as he worshipped my body, and slid slowly inside me.

“Gods!” I exclaimed, and dug my nails into his back.

He groaned, stopping to allow me to adjust to his size. “Good girl. You can take it all. Be a good girl for me,” he whispered in my ear.

When he was finally fully seated in me, to the hilt, he stilled again. I felt impossibly full but gods, so good, and I wiggled, encouraging him to move.

He chuckled and placed a rough kiss on my mouth before beginning to move. Slowly, carefully at first.

“More. I won’t break.”

He moaned again then, a sweet sound in my ears, and picked up the pace, sliding in and out of me faster and faster until he reached a punishing pace, and I was making noises in his ear I’d never made before.

“Come for me, mate,” he demanded in my ear, and I came apart around him with a blinding scream, clamping my legs around his waist and scratching my nails down his bag.

He groaned a moment later, finding his release, and collapsed on top of me.

I was thoroughly devoured.

—

We stayed in my apartment for four days together, learning and exploring each other, and I had never felt so blissfully happy.

Or so sore.

The frenzy. I’d heard of it before. It was a dangerous time for newly fated males, but Azriel and I stayed locked up together for the worst of it.

When we were not actively learning each other, we talked, or ate, or slept, or read together. I thought life like this forever might be okay, but of course, it couldn’t last.

On the fifth day, Azriel recommended we might emerge and let our friends and family know we had affirmed the bond, as if they didn’t know. I had sent word to my employees to run the store without me, to my family that I’d miss dinner, and I knew he’d sent word to his family too.

I had not known they’d planned a party, or else I would have insisted we stay locked away for much longer.

As we left through my apartment window, I already wished we were back inside, Azriel inside me and all around me, where nothing and no one else existed.

Sadly, we had responsibilities outside, and decisions to make.

Like where we would live. The thought of Azriel residing with me in my small apartment was cozy, but laughable. He spent most of his time at the House of Wind, but also had a room in the High Lord’s newest home, and his townhome central to the city.

I had suggested it might be nice to have a place all our own. Near the water, and my store, somewhere just for us.

Azriel had liked the idea so well, he’d taken me against the window as we looked out at the city, planning.

We arrived at the House of Wind as the sun was setting, entering through a door in the courtyard that I’d not yet seen. Azriel led me to his room, dark and quiet and without decoration, and I wondered what our new home would look like.

He opened his closet and from within, drew out a golden gown, the color of his eyes. It was beautiful, floor length with a plunging neck line, long adorned sleeves, and intricate bead work throughout.

“For you,” he said, bringing it over to me. “From Feyre.”

I reached out to touch the most lovely dress I’d ever seen. “I can’t accept this.”

He shrugged. “You can,” he replied simply. Money had not yet crossed my mind - what kind of salary did a Shadowsinger draw? Surely more than a book peddler.

I turned and allowed him to remove my dress, and once I stood nearly naked before him, I leaned over the black dresser in front of me, bearing myself to him as I stepped out of my shoes.

His breath hissed between his teeth, and I smiled. I turned and placed my hands on his shoulders, stepping into the dress. He drug it up my body, and stepped around me to zip it up. It fit perfectly, making curves where I’d thought I had none. I turned to look in the mirror, pushing my hair from my face, and decided on a simple, long braid, so as not to distract from the dress.

When I finished, Azriel grabbed my hand. “I also have this for you,” he said, holding out a ring. A thin gold band adorned with one shining purple jewel. Simple, and lovely, and I wordlessly spread my fingers so he could slide it on.

Two weeks ago, I was alone. I was lonely. Time is a funny thing.

—

I expected at most, a handful of people when we entered the dining room, but as we grew closer, the chatter of a crowd was hard to miss.

I gasped when we entered. The hall was decorated beautifully, in purple and gold everywhere, flowers and tapestries and other finery as far as the eye could see.

Everyone in my family was there. My parents, all three siblings and their spouses, and their children as well, five in total.

All mixed in with Azriel’s family, Rhysand and Feyre, Cassian and Nesta, Amren and Mor standing with a beautiful woman who had to be Feyre’s third sister, hanging on the arm of a stunning man with red hair.

“Oh gods!” I shouted.

“Surprise!” Cassian hollered, igniting a laugh through the small crowd.

“Aunt Holly!” my youngest nephew ran to me as I entered and continued taking in the scene, and I bent down to scoop him into my arms. Nearing five, I would soon be unable to pick him up and throw him around, and I relished in holding him when I could.

I turned to Azriel, who smiled at me with mischief in his eyes. “Did you know?”

He shrugged, confirming it. “It was Feyre’s idea.”

Well, my mate was nothing if not clever. He knew I could not be mad if it was my High Lady’s idea. She approached then, arms open to wrap me and my nephew wiggling in my arms in a tight hug.

“I don’t know how you feel about surprises, but it didn’t feel right not to celebrate a new family member.”

I tried hard, but couldn’t resist a small bow. “Thank you, My Lady.”

She tisked. “Enough of that today. Just Feyre.”

Aiken jumped from my arms and ran back to my family, and we spent the rest of the night laughing and drinking as our two families blended. The atmosphere in the room was light, joyful, and calm.

I knew it would not always be this way. There would be very hard times ahead, and times of even greater joy and celebration.

Azriel and I were just getting started. It was all so new and fresh, but I was so sure of it too. So sure of him. The mating bond flowed between us, steady and strong, and we felt when the other was ready to end the night. I saw my family off before Rhysand and Mor helped them all home, promising we’d be at every Wednesday dinner we could, and we bid Feyre and her sisters farewell.

We returned to Azriel’s room quietly, hands clasped together, and I wondered if someone could be too happy.

If it was dangerous, to be too content, so quickly. To have so much change come into your life and to be so incandescently happy with it.

Was I asking for something terrible? Was I inviting in chaos and danger, simply by being overjoyed?

If so, I would not have changed a thing. Would not have chosen another mate, another family, another life for all the coin on the continent.

Azriel wrapped me in his arms as we fell asleep a while later, and I listened to his heartbeat in his chest, counting them.

Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.

A beautiful sound. The sound of my mate, alive and well.

“What are you thinking of?” he asked, sensing my overwhelming emotions down the bond.

“That I love you,” I replied quietly, eyes still closed, heart beating wildly.

I heard his speed up, too.

A confusing mix of emotions came through the bond. Pain, longing, fear, lust, but there under all of that, there was love.

“I don’t deserve you. You are good and pure. You are kind. Faultless.” His gravely voice was strained, and I propped myself up to see his golden eyes shining.

“You deserve every happiness in the world, and I will see to it that you have them, my mate.”

He leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“I love you, too,” he said, and shouted it down the bond as well.

We fell asleep intertwined in his dark sheets, only love enveloping us.

The book seller and the shadowsinger.

@rcarbo1

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Wolverine getting some of Deadpool's 4th wall awareness because of the matter and antimatter ordeal

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On the other hand they now think Logan is insane as well which is just as funny.

But all of the small things that would change. Chef's kiss

Bird: They use the voices as a sort of comm link too, Logan can keep up with wade’s style of thinking now and can even finish his thoughts with him

But imagine everyone's reactions to the seamless communication between them. As well as Logan now talking into thin air like Wade does. It definitely gets people thinking

Ethan:

Now I'm just imagining a scenario where they're talking to Colossus or someone else and it's just

W- "Yeah, sometimes we finish each-"

L- other's sentences. It's really not"

W- "that big of a deal... And you were supposed to say sandwiches, we talked about this Peanut." Wolverine rolls his eyes and lovingly shakes his head.

(Bold is them both talking at the same time)

Bird: Logan would chime in with the wrong words sometimes specifically to fuck with Wade, and then when they’re both pissed they speak at the same time and in the same register and it gets creepy

Wade and Logan having conversations that make absolutely NO sense to anyone besides them. The boxes asking things or a conversation about other impossible things that others wouldn't know

Bird: There’s an entire four way conversation and the outsiders are only getting half of it lol

Also something that always gets me about characters being self aware is the implied idea nothing they do matters or it would hurt the others that are unaware. Well maybe more so the latter point. Because it doesn't matter if it's not technically real it's real to them so I just never like that argument. All to say I think Logan really just doesn't give a shit he isn't technically real

Bird: Oh absolutely not, Logan would have his first 4th wall break and just raise an eyebrow and look away and slowly as they happen more and more on purpose he does things to fuck with the audience

Wade talks to the audience to share a joke Logan talks to the audience to insult/mock them. Surprisingly it makes all the difference

Bird: Logan freaks people out by looking into the distance and spitting a kind of joking insult and then walking away

It also somehow convinces people that it's still definitely the same wolverine and he hasn't completely lost his mind

Bird: When people start getting more suspicious of him he’ll insult something and stalk off

Vanessa is elsewhere taking a victory lap. Also Laura is very confused but also falls into the they are onto something club. I feel like Al ABSOLUTELY believes they are onto something

Bird: Laura likes to try to spot what they’re talking to, looking in the vague directions they’re looking at. Al will simply hold out a hand to one of them, go “point me” and flips off whatever audience they’re talking to now

Al is to old and has seen (or not seen) too much and specifically lived with Wade long enough to know

A) He isn't insane

B) He's almost always right

C) he knows things he really shouldn't

Bird: And when Logan starts doing the same stuff and insulting the air instead of just joking with it, she starts asking to flip off who Logan is talking to and he’s all too happy to point her

And once they explain exactly what happens she's just like oh yeah that makes sense. She doesn't need more context

ALSO This makes them both anchor beings but specifically one anchor being. They merged they now have to both be there for it to continue to exist

What if this was the first time it has ever happened in the TVA want to just study them because how did you manage this??

I read a fic that mentioned this also almost seem to increase their powers slightly and I love that idea as well

Bird: Kind of combines them, makes the healing faster and makes them harder to hurt

It's barely noticeable but it's just enough to make them even worse to deal with. They become the bane of everyone's existence because they are now truly unstoppable

Also the X-Men are trying to figure out exactly what happened. It isn't working It can't really be explained well because Wade is just kind of beyond exclamation

Logan is just vibing now while being more immortal than ever and having a whole new world opened up to him. I imagine it gets to the point where he's learning more and more and he just starts pointing randomly at some of the people that come across and saying actor's names and Wade is just beside him nodding enthusiastically and praising him

[tohot4u]

Peas

mendal and his

This feels like an unfinished sentence huh Gkdjfkdjfk

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Raven! Besterd fox maen is comin' XD

Onto the event! Since I know it'll happen, gonna beat everyone to it: Headcanons about Tsum!Fellow and possibly a Tsum!Giddle~?

Curiouser and Curiouser.

Fellow Honest

What’s this? A marketable (and sentient) plushie made in his own likeness? Of course Fellow’s going to nab his tsum self and try to auction it off for a quick buck! … But somehow, it always comes back to him and an angry customer comes with it, accusing him of scamming them.

Other scams Fellow and his tsum pull together include him distracting a target while the tsum fishes in their pockets for valuables, running a roadside show (come watch the tsum bounce and twirl its cane), and selling a spell that brings inanimate objects to life (pretending to demonstrate with the tsum). They walk away with a decent amount of cash for their efforts.

Tsum!Fellow has the smallest pair of glasses you ever did see. It doesn’t always wear them, but whenever it does you notice it is trying to read a teeny tiny book upside down and lecture.

Tsum!Fellow stares at its larger counterpart when he has food on him. Fellow will insist it’s HIS grub and that the tsum should get its own, but soon enough he caves and breaks off a small piece for his little buddy to enjoy with him.

Like Fellow, the tsum loves apples! If you give it a fresh fruit, it’ll zoom around it in circles, shaving away at the flesh until there’s nothing left but the core. (Epel has deemed it an apple-eatin’ termite.)

Normally the tsum is docile but it puffs up at anger when it’s looked down on (particularly by rich or influential people). When that happens, tsum!Fellow swells really big and proceeds to crush foes with its great size.

Tsum!Fellow knows how to make a quick getaway. When there’s someone chasing after it, it throws sand or dirt (or even confetti or glitter from under its hat) in their face before skedaddling. It’s not above using cheap tactics if it nets results!

Tsum!Fellow gets all sparkly-eyed when it sees a stage, whether it’s on TV or it’s a real one. It gets excited and tries to hop on to put on a performance of its own!

There’s something a little childish and carefree about tsum! Fellow. It loves hitching rides in pockets or on heads, treating them like their own amusement park rides. It also loves seating itself on toy traits, boats, and cares, imagining itself traveling the world and having grand adventures!

Tsum!Fellow is quick to cozy up to anyone it thinks will benefit it. For this reason, you’ll see it snuggling up to dorm leaders, the staff, the headmaster, even you! It nuzzles against your hand and makes puppy-dog eyes until you melt in its flimsy hands.

While Fellow mends his suit and pants, tsum!Fellow likes to dive in the fabric and swim around in it. It gets in the way of his work, so Fellow fishes the tsum out and appoints it the role of being his pincushion. (The tsum is very grumpy about this and they get into a whole squabble about it.)

Gidel

It’s rare to see tsum!Gidel by itself. It’s normally tagging along with tsum!Fellow as a minion or a helper in some of its tricks. If the two are ever separated, they’ll both appear slightly distressed and will try to seek the other out.

It’s curious about so many things. Tsum!Gidel bounces around in a hyperactive manner, making it quite difficult to contain. It displays a special interest in school, hopping among stacks of books and forgotten pencils, scaling them to see how high up it vanishes climb.

Gidel and his tsum self can communicate effectively, despite neither of them being able to speak. They’re great about reading body language and anticipating what’s to come next from the other. It’s almost like they’re finishing each other’s sandwiches sentences.

Tsum!Gidel is very clumsy. It’s a normal occurrence for it to fall onto its face or to roll and roll until it makes contact with something sturdy. It doesn’t quite have its footing down yet…

Of course, it comes with its own little hammer! The hammer seems light and makes a little squeaky sound when tsum!Gidel bonks the back of your hand with it.

When the tsum gets scared, it scurries into Gidel’s oversized sleeves. It won’t come back out again until it’s completely sure the danger has passed. (Occasionally you’ll see it poking its round little head out and checking the area.)

It attempts to tie Gidel’s laces for him since they’re tend to be loose. Unfortunately, the tsum ends up getting knotted in the laces and Gidel has to spend 20 minutes untangling the poor thing!

Gidel didn’t realize the tsum was sentient at first. He popped it into his mouth thinking it was a bread roll or a fancy marshmallow. The tsum had to squirm and fight for its life to escape the jaws of death!

They’re study buddies! Gidel and his tsum copy down letters of the alphabet together, then exchange notebooks and check each others’s work. It’s harder for Gidel to understand tie tsum (maybe on account of the notebook being so small), so he takes the mantle and tutors his new buddy.

Sometimes the tsum takes on a size closer to that of a stuffed plushie. In those instances, Gidel fiercely hugs them close. There’s a comforting sensation in owning an item for just pleasure, not solely for one’s survival—the life that Gidel is so used to.

Tsum!Gidel assumes a bigger form and allows Gidel to use it as a pillow at night. The boy had never been able to sleep on something this squishy and soft—is it really okay for him to fall asleep like this?

[rumpelree]

💕Pt.2 of my Animal Crossing AU!!

Fell in love with this so much that I made a second part!!

Biologically, I don’t know how a swan and a rabbit ended up with a sheep daughter and hamster son. Went for what animals I thought best fit each character, I’d say they’re adopted but they’ve got traits from both parents XD Was going to make Evan a bear but decided I had too many bears in this cast, and that a hamster would fit his meek personality.

Elizabeth is a sheep because lots of wool(I usually draw her with fluffy hair) and the whole “sheep are followers” thing, to go with her following her father’s lead! Made her phrase “Control your shock” in reference to controlled shocks, and I changed the wording so it sounds more like an ego thing. Like she’s just so full of herself that she’s telling you to chill out about how great she is or something XD

For the twins, I purposefully made their goals a little more day-to-day basic, because they aren’t as burdened like the other kids and only have to worry about normal kid stuff, like getting good grades and such, compared to broad general ideas like freedom, comfort, or approval. Their phrase said together is “Sand- wiches”, to reference the whole “we finish each other’s- sandwiches” joke, since they’re twins! I imagine they finish each other’s sentences XD Or did, I should say.

Drew a short little gif animation of William and Clara being all sweet!! She’s the Jessica to his Roger Rabbit (If you forget the infidelity and murder.)

[bbymotherxie]

Things that he loved.

(oc prompt headcanons)

- he actually enjoys her dark sense of humor, find it amusing since both of them are from the same dark place

- he find himself being obsessed to kiss the back of her neck everytime he got the chance

- she always has herself fully covered, not showing alot of her figure. Him, being the only one who knows how beautiful her body is.

- constant pat at her head, a confession of love and proud.

- he finds her scar appealing, makes her look endearing and fierce

- they constantly teased each other's height, alot.

- they understood each other without words spoken. A simple glance should do

- she always light his cigarette everytime he pulls out one, and vice versa.

- they always share the same. One. Cigarette, even tho they have more than one. They find it more intimate than kissing.

- constantly brushing each other's scar, admiring it like its so beautiful (because it is.)

- share everything mouth related, lollipops, cigarettes, even the same spoon for an ice cream, the same place of bite on the sandwich, etc.

- they have each other's back, like literally, they already know each other habits

- he knows her period schedule, always carry a pad or a tampon (or some) with him just incase his girl got her monthly schedule.

- she knows and memorize things he might forget, constantly bring it up to him.

- finishes each other sentence

- nose kiss

- actually starting to develop each other's habit

- he always brushes her lips randomly with his thumbs, sometimes after she eat and she has crumbs on her cheek, sometimes after they kiss.

- she was a lot shorter than him, the only thing she could reach was his neck, he would not mind a regular neck kiss.

Not me brainrotting my favorite ships

[wholoveseggs]

HIIII DARLING!! it’s me and i’d love to request a 3some (f!reader) with Elijah and Kol. my birthday just passed so can i make it into a christmas birthday celebration and reader’s presents are her two men? make it as smutty as you’d love it to be with a sprinkle of christmas in there. please and thank you!! 🤍💋

Birthday Lessons

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

☆♡☆HAPPY NEW YEAR☆♡☆

On your birthday night at Rousseau's, tension fills the air as Kol and Elijah compete for your attention, promising a celebration like no other.

~♡♡ Happy belated birthday Aurora ♡♡ I hope you enjoy this little ménage à trois!~

5k words - Warnings: drinking, blow jobs, dp, tiiiny bit of choking, Kol being a huge flirt, Elijah being Elijah ♡

You never imagined it could actually happen; you felt far too shy to initiate or boldly tell them what you want. Elijah's politeness and Kol's cockiness leave no room for either of them to propose anything. So, in your quiet desperation, you settle for the little affection you are given and try to ignore the ache. Instead, you let the idea linger in your mind, a fantasy building up slowly each day.

That is until one evening, on your birthday no less, you find yourself at Rousseau's. It's a Friday night, and the bar is brimming with lively festive energy. The soft glow of Christmas lights hangs overhead, jazz music plays softly, and the sound of chattering and laughing bounces off the walls. Sipping on your second drink of the night while Elijah tells you about his day.

You love to hear him speak; it could be about literally anything, and it's always interesting. He is just so formal—not that you mind; his diction is sexy. Hearing him say words that most people would abbreviate and shorten, using lengthy and flattering expressions instead, just does something to you. He makes everything seem important and interesting; his speech is so gentlemanly and polite. You like his authority and command over words.

You listen to him intently, laughing every now and then at something he says. Sitting next to each other in a booth, knees touching due to the cramped space. He places his hand on your thigh as he starts another sentence, running his thumb back and forth along the skin exposed by your short dress.

This little touch alone is making you wet. He is good, knowing exactly what to do. Just enough to keep you wanting more without building up the anticipation too much. A fleeting, lust-filled thought of him bending you over and pounding into you goes through your mind. You try to pay attention to what he is saying, but you can't help your imagination.

That is when Kol walks in, ordering a drink from the bar then leaning against it, casually sipping on bourbon as he scans the crowd. He sees you, and his eyes light up, smiling, raising his glass to you before finishing his drink and heading in your direction, weaving his way through the crowd. You raise your eyebrows, and Elijah lets out a sigh as he turns his head to look at the cause of the sudden interruption.

"Hello, darlings," he says when he reaches the table. Without invitation, he sits down next to you, sandwiching you between the two of them.

“Happy birthday, pretty Aurora,” He adds, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek. He places his hand on your knee, fingertips tracing circular patterns along your thigh as he leans back and looks to his brother. Elijah's jaw tightens, his lips pursing together. Kol does not even bother to hide his smug expression. He knows just how to push his brother's buttons. “Enjoying your night?”

"We were," Elijah states, and Kol laughs at the agitation in his tone. He turns back to you, looking you up and down appreciatively, clearly undressing you with his eyes.

"Don't mind me," he says with an innocent smile. Elijah's brows furrow, and his jaw clenches as he looks away, clearly annoyed, but you don't mind this new arrangement at all.

"Kol, dear brother, do you not have somewhere you need to be?" Elijah asks after a while.

"What's the problem, Elijah? You don't like me spending time with your girl?" Kol teases.

You nearly spit out your drink; you and Elijah were barely in the talking stage, far too soon for anyone to be calling you his girl. But Elijah doesn't correct Kol; instead, he just glares at him. Kol smirks, knowing exactly the reaction he'd receive from his brother. He decides to take it further.

He leans back into your ear, running his fingers along your thigh now. He nibbles at your earlobe playfully, inhaling the scent of your hair. You feel hot, already dizzy from the three drinks you've consumed. But now, you're really feeling like you could use another. Kol's hand moves up further, creeping under your dress slightly and rubbing your inner thigh.

You push him away, uncomfortable with his aggressive flirting. "Kol, stop it," you say softly.

"I apologize for my brother; he has always had the subtlety of an elephant," Elijah says. He doesn't look at you but rather focuses on Kol, who is glaring back at him.

You just shrug, thinking they are both being ridiculous. You take a sip of your drink, trying to ignore Elijah's hand that is now squeezing your thigh possessively.

"And I apologize for my brother, for being so incredibly uptight that he can't even handle a little teasing," Kol says.

You put down your drink, a rush of heat coursing through you as the realization of what is going on hits you. Is Kol really flirting with you, or is he doing it to piss off his brother? Elijah's grip tightens on your thigh, and you run your hand along his forearm soothingly. He relaxes his muscles, his eyebrows lifting as he looks down at where you are touching him. His hand leaves your thigh, and he sips at his drink; Kol then lets out a hearty laugh.

You look back and forth between the two of them, feeling uncertain about how to proceed. The tension and excitement of their proximity and undivided attention are turning you on immensely. 

A huge grin spreads on Kol's face; he places his palm on your leg again and digs his fingers into your skin. You keep your hands in your lap, eyeing his palm and wondering if you should just leave. But truthfully, you don't want to leave. Maybe it's the alcohol or the fact that your secret desire finally has a possibility of becoming real.

As he goes to slide his hand up your thigh once more, Elijah seizes his wrist, squeezing it hard enough that his knuckles turn white. Kol cries out in pain, reaching his free hand down to loosen his grip.

"Elijah, it's alright," you say, not wanting things to escalate. "Can you both just chill out? I can't stand all this posturing," you say firmly, gently pulling Kol's wrist free from Elijah's hand.

"Whatever you'd like, doll, it is your birthday after all," Kol says, rubbing his sore wrist. Elijah leans back in his seat and signals to the waitress to bring him another drink.

You decide that instead of being annoyed at their behavior, you are going to take advantage of it. They both clearly desire you, and you know exactly how to manipulate the situation to fulfill your fantasy. You finish off your drink, using the liquid courage to finally get a little risky.

"Elijah, as the older brother, what advice would you give Kol on his rather aggressive flirting style?" you ask.

Kol huffs, laughing through his nose and smiling to himself as he looks off to the side. Elijah runs his finger over the rim of his now full glass, thinking for a moment.

"There is a place for his style of flirting, but in order to truly understand a woman's needs and satisfaction, it requires selflessness and patience," he says evenly, tipping his head forward as he speaks, his voice slightly deeper than usual.

"Please, Elijah, do explain," Kol counters, sipping his own drink, trying to hide his annoyance at his older brother's condescending attitude. Elijah's eyes never leave your face. He leans towards you, so that his lips are merely inches from your ear.

"To truly please a woman, I believe the best approach is to start off slow," Elijah whispers, "tease her just enough to make her wet, but not enough to make her cum."

You can't help the thrill of arousal that runs down your spine at the sound of his voice and the words that he is speaking. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, desiring to maintain some sort of control in the situation.

"Would you say Kol's methods are too... hasty?" you ask, trying to keep your voice even.

"I'm afraid so," Elijah replies, leaning back slightly.

You turn to Kol, who is still sipping at his drink and looking rather disinterested. You reach out and put your palm on his knee. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing as a smirk crosses his face.

"Care to defend yourself?" you ask, raising your brow at him.

"Well, Elijah isn't exactly known for his flirting skills either," Kol drawls. "He tends to silently pine for a woman rather than properly seducing her."

"Sounds like you could both learn from each other," you state. You can hardly hold back your smile as you take in the sight of them. Playing them both like a fiddle, and it was almost too easy.

"I've always believed the best way to learn is through practice," you say slowly, drawing out your words with the most innocent tone you could muster. You remove your hand from Kol's knee and stand up. The two brothers watch you for a brief moment, eyeing you carefully. Elijah then quickly stands and moves out of the way, letting you walk past him.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you muster the courage to turn around, trying to keep your composure. "Well, what are you waiting for?" You ask, looking back and forth between them.

The two vampires stare at each other, their eyes narrowed in silent communication. They look back at you and without hesitation, follow you towards the door. You lead them outside, hoping that the night air would cool you down. You need to keep your wits about you; otherwise, you are certain you'd melt into a puddle right there on the snow-covered sidewalk.

The twinkling lights and festive decorations add a magical touch to the atmosphere as you walk down the street. It had taken you forever to gain the courage to seduce them, you wanted them both, so badly, and now you could hardly believe that your fantasy was coming true.

The three of you walk in silence; you don't even know where you are going, but neither of the men seems to care. They keep an even pace behind you but stay a few feet apart, making it obvious that they still want nothing to do with each other.

Christmas carols echo from distant shops, and the scent of cinnamon fills the crisp air. Dark clouds are gathering, and they hurried through the crowded streets, dodging couples, last-minute shoppers, and revelers as they go by. The occasional snowflake drifts down, adding a touch of winter magic to the scene.

You stop for a moment and turn to face them, "Where?" you ask, trying to sound confident and casual. You can feel your body heating up, the alcohol mixed with the excitement and your own lust creating an intoxicating blend that clouds your thoughts.

"The compound," Elijah said. You nod, your stomach fluttering at the thought of what was to come. They continue walking, heading towards their home. It's only a few blocks away, and you make it there quickly, all of you eager to be behind closed doors.

The snow starts to fall in earnest, the flakes sticking to your hair and eyelashes. You're grateful when you finally arrive, brushing the snow off your jacket and entering the house, taking off your boots and jacket in the foyer. Kol and Elijah remove their jackets, hanging them neatly next to yours, and the three of you walk towards the library.

You take a seat on one of the leather sofas. Kol walks over to the bar and grabs a bottle of bourbon and a glass, pouring himself a generous amount before taking a large swig. Elijah sits down across from you, leaning back with his arms outstretched as he looks at you intently.

"So, how do you want to proceed, darling?" Elijah asked.

"How does one proceed when they are about to fuck a girl silly with their younger brother?" you ask bluntly, the alcohol and anticipation making you feel bolder than usual.

"Such a filthy mouth, and yet so beautiful," Kol said as he poured himself another drink. Elijah was unfazed by your brash words, and he stood up, moving to sit next to you.

"I suggest we start off slow," Elijah said softly, placing a finger under your chin and gently tilting your head upwards, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, savoring the taste of his lips and the softness of his tongue. He tasted like bourbon, and the kiss was sweet and gentle.

"Don't hog her," Kol said. Elijah pulled away, and you looked over at Kol, watching as he approached the sofa. He set his drink down, settling down in front of you, parting your legs gently as he moved closer to you.

"You look gorgeous," Kol whispered against your lips. You smiled, and he kissed you, his hands gripping your hips as his lips moved against yours. His kiss was rough and hungry, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your heart was beating wildly, and you were almost certain the two of them could hear it, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the way their lips felt against yours, the way their hands were roaming your body, and the way their eyes were darkening with lust.

Kol broke the kiss, and you opened your eyes, staring up at him. He smiled, and then his gaze shifted over to Elijah.

"Any pointers?" He asked sarcastically. Elijah chuckled, and you looked back and forth between both of them, a smirk crossing your face. Elijah reached his hand out and tilted your face back towards him, pressing his lips against yours once more.

You could feel Kol's hands slowly traveling up your legs, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your thighs. Elijah's lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, peppering soft kisses along your skin.

You gasped as you felt Kol's fingers brush against the crotch of your panties, rubbing your clit through the fabric. Elijah took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth, his kiss growing more passionate and demanding.

Kol's fingers slipped beneath your panties, his fingertips tracing circles around your clit, causing you to moan into Elijah's mouth.

"So hasty, Kol," Elijah said, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.

"She doesn't seem to mind," Kol replied. You let out a soft moan, the feeling of their hands on you, their lips on your skin, was driving you wild.

"Do you want me to show Kol how it's supposed to be done?" Elijah asked, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice shaking with arousal. Elijah chuckled, and you felt him move away from you. Kol's fingers continued their teasing, and you moaned softly, arching your back as he slipped one inside you.

"Oh fuck," you said breathlessly. Kol smirked and leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly.

"Please Kol, would you mind?" Elijah asked. You could hear the amusement in his voice, and you opened your eyes, looking at the two men. Kol rolled his eyes and removed his fingers from you, moving back and sitting on the adjacent sofa.

"Show me how it's done then," Kol said mockingly.

Elijah's hands moved to your waist, and he lifted you up, setting you down on his lap so that you were straddling him. You could feel his cock pressing against you, and you shifted your hips, rubbing yourself against him.

"Be patient," Elijah said, his lips curving into a smirk. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body. You ran your hands up his chest, and you could feel his muscles tense under your touch.

"Take off your clothes," Elijah commanded. You obliged, lifting your dress up over your head and tossing it onto the floor. You reached back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor as you exposed your breasts.

"Beautiful," Elijah murmured, his eyes raking over your body. You blushed and moved your hands down to his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one.

Once his shirt was fully open, you trailed your hands down his chest, your fingertips brushing against his hard muscles. You bit your lip as you felt his cock twitch beneath you.

Elijah took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Your head fell back, and a low moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your skin. He switched to your other nipple, and you rolled your hips against him, seeking friction.

"Patience," he said again, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. He kissed his way up your chest, along your neck, and then up to your ear. "Stand up and take off your panties," he whispered.

You obeyed, standing up and shimmying out of your underwear. Elijah looked up at you, his eyes dark and hungry. In one swift move, Elijah grabbed you by your waist, and pinned you underneath him on the sofa. You let out a surprised yelp, but then your body relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin pressed against yours.

"I'm going to teach my brother a lesson," Elijah said, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to make you cum so hard that you'll forget he's even here," he promised. You let out a whimper as his hands slid down your body, parting your legs slowly.

"You see Kol, patience and precision are the keys to truly pleasing a woman," Elijah said, his eyes never leaving your face. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking your sensitive skin.

"I don't see how this is any different than what I was doing," Kol countered. You could feel Elijah's lips curve into a smile against your skin, and you moaned as his finger slipped inside you, stroking you just right.

"That's the problem, you don't see," Elijah said, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. Kol sighed and took a sip of his drink, shaking his head as he watched his older brother work.

“You're both being ridiculous,” you muttered, your eyes closing as pleasure began to wash over you.

"Hush, sweetheart," Elijah whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His fingers continued to work, his pace steady and perfect.

"Are you going to cum for me, darling?" He asked, his voice thick with lust. You nodded, and he sped up his movements, fucking you with his fingers.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned. Your orgasm hit you hard, your hips bucking and your back arching as pleasure surged through your body.

Elijah pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, smiling down at you. 

"Delicious," he said, his eyes darkening. 

"So, am I dismissed, or should I stick around for the main course?" Kol asked. Elijah chuckled, his eyes never leaving you.

"I think Kol feels left out," he said. You smirked, reaching up and pulling him down, kissing him hard. 

"Do you think I should help him out?" You asked.

Elijah smiled and moved off of you, allowing you to get up. You turned to Kol, kneeling down in front of him, your hands moving to his belt. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry, Kol, I didn't mean to ignore you," you said innocently, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, and you wrapped your hand around it, stroking him slowly. You looked into his eyes, licking your lips and smirking.

"Can I make it up to you?" You asked sweetly, your hand moving faster. Kol nodded, his eyes full of desire.

You leaned down, taking his cock into your mouth. You could taste the pre-cum on his tip, and you swirled your tongue around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. Elijah sat down next to him, freeing his erection from his pants and stroking himself, watching the scene unfold.

"Fuck, you're good at that," Kol moaned, his hand tangling in your hair. You hummed in response, the vibration causing him to moan louder. You continued to suck him, bobbing your head and taking him as deep as you could. He let out a groan, and you felt him twitch in your mouth. You pulled away, not wanting him to cum just yet.

"Did you enjoy that?" You asked, your hand continuing to stroke him. 

"God yes," Kol said breathlessly. You turned your attention to Elijah, who was still touching himself. You crawled over to him, pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own.

"How about you, Eli? Did you enjoy the show?" You asked, your fingers moving up and down his length. 

"Very much so," he replied, his eyes darkening. You grinned and leaned forward, taking his cock into your mouth. You could feel him twitch, and you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue in a way that drove any man crazy.

Reaching out, you took Kol's cock in your other hand, stroking him in time with your movements. You desperately wanted both of them inside you, but you wanted to drag this out, to make them squirm.

The two brothers let out a groan as you worked your magic, your tongue and hands teasing and pleasing them. Then, you suddenly pulled off Elijah with a loud pop and released Kol. They both let out a grunt of disappointment.

You sat back on your knees, relishing the way you were able to have the two of them exactly where you wanted them. They looked at you with hungry, lust filled eyes, their chests rising and falling 

"Aurora, come here," Elijah ordered, his voice thick with need. You smirked, but remained where you were.

"Are you going to beg?" You asked, your voice sweet as honey. 

"No," Elijah growled. 

"Not a chance," Kol replied. You chuckled, amused by their defiance.

"Alright, then I suppose I'll just go then, what a disappointing birthday," you said with a mock sigh, standing up and gathering your clothes. You made a big show of getting dressed, making sure to turn away from them as you bent over, giving them a perfect view of your ass.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and you let out a squeal of surprise as Kol threw you over his shoulder. He carried you to his bedroom, with Elijah following close behind, chuckling softly.

"Where do you think you are going?" Kol said as he tossed you onto the bed. You giggled, loving the way his eyes were devouring you. You sat up, your gaze traveling between the two men as they began to undress. They were both beautiful, and your gaze lingered on their cocks, your core aching to feel them.

"Which one do you want first?" Elijah asked. You bit your lip, unable to choose.

"Both?" You suggested, your voice small and hopeful. Elijah smiled, and he and Kol shared a glance.

"Are you sure you can handle that, sweetheart?" Kol asked. You nodded, your eyes darkening with lust. The two men crawled onto the bed, and you felt your heart race as they drew closer. 

Elijah moved behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his hands moving to cup your breasts. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting a moan from your lips.

Kol knelt in front of you, his eyes meeting yours. You reached out, taking his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly. His gaze locked onto yours and he gave you a wicked grin. 

"Darling, I'm going to make you cum all over my cock," he promised. Elijah chuckled, and you felt him nip at your neck.

"And I'm going to fill your tight little ass," he whispered, his hands roaming your body. You whimpered, your need growing with each passing moment.

"I love it when you two cooperate," you said, your voice laced with desire.

"Just this once," Elijah replied. Kol rolled his eyes, and you laughed, the sound quickly turning into a gasp as Kol's lips captured yours. He kissed you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You felt Elijah's fingers dip in between you, circling around your ass, and you arched your back, pressing against him. His free hand reached for the lube on the nightstand, and he generously coated his fingers, slowly pushing one inside you.

You moaned against Kol's lips, and he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. Elijah's fingers moved slowly, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. You could feel his tip press against you, and you bit your lip, anticipating the sweet sting of pain that would accompany his entrance.

"There you go darling, relax for my brother," Kol whispered, his lips moving back up to yours, kissing you hungrily. You could feel Elijah slowly push himself into you, the burn mixing with pleasure.

You broke the kiss and looked into Kol's eyes for reassurance, your hands gripping his shoulders. He smiled at you, and you took a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

"So tight, my dear," Elijah grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly pushed deeper into you. You closed your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you.

"Look at me," Kol ordered, his tone harsh. You opened your eyes, and he smiled, his eyes filled with lust and mischief. "I want to see the look on your face when I make you cum."

Elijah pulled out and then pushed back in, setting a slow pace, his hands gripping your hips. Kol moved closer, his cock brushing against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"Yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his biceps. 

Elijah picked up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher and faster. Kol leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue battling with yours.

"Does the lovely Aurora enjoy Elijah's cock in her ass?" Kol asked, breaking the kiss. You could only nod, your mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

"Such a naughty girl," Kol said, his voice low and thick with arousal. He wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to send a thrill of fear through you.

"Do you want me too, birthday girl?" He asked, gently squeezing. You whimpered and nodded, your body on fire from their touches and words.

Elijah slowed his pace, his hands running up your sides. Kol pushed you down, your back now flush against Elijah's chest. You moaned as Kol rubbed his cock against your clit, and he smirked, pushing himself inside you.

You gasped, the feeling of being so full was intense, almost too much. Elijah's warm hands caressed your sides, soothing you softly.

"You feel so good," Elijah whispered, his cock sliding in and out of you. Kol's eyes were fixed on your face, watching your reaction as he slowly pushed deeper inside you. You cried out, your back arching, as he began to move, setting a slow, deep pace.

"Such a pretty little thing you are," Kol said, his voice strained. "Look at her Elijah, isn't she beautiful?"

"Absolutely stunning," Elijah agreed, his breath hot on your ear. The brothers picked up their pace, and your moans grew louder, your body burning with pleasure.

"You see Elijah? This is how you please a woman," Kol said, his tone smug. Elijah chuckled, his hands roaming your body.

"If you say so," he replied, his hands controlling the pace, pulling you back as he thrust into you.

"Oh god," you cried, your head falling back onto his shoulder. You felt the familiar heat coiling inside you, the tension building with each thrust.

"Do you like the way we fill you up, Aurora? Do you like being our little fuck toy?" Kol asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," you moaned. "Oh fuck, yes."

The three of you moved together, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. Elijah's fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he thrust harder into your ass. Kol leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, the heat inside you becoming unbearable. Kol reached down, his thumb rubbing your clit, and your whole body shook, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You moaned into Kol's mouth, your pussy tightening around his cock. The sensation sent him over the edge, and he came with a groan, spilling deep inside you.

Elijah gripped your hips, pulling you back against him as he thrusted into you, the room filled with your moans and heavy breathing. With a final grunt, he came, filling your ass.

You collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the bed, trying to catch your breath. Kol pressed a kiss to your temple, and you smiled, your body spent and your mind dizzy from pleasure.

"Happy Birthday, Aurora," Elijah said softly, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice hoarse. "That was a very generous gift."

Kol chuckled, and you nestled between the two men, the warmth of their bodies lulling you to sleep. The last thought you had before drifting off was how much you hoped your birthday would end like this every year.

~♡ Could someone please create some Elijah and Kol gifs? The current shortage is truly devastating ♡~

[nykie-love-anime]

Sentences

Y/N: Karma and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's... Karma: Sentences Y/N: - with a very serious look - Y/N: Do not interrupt me Karma: ... Y/N: And it's sandwiches

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[billk4ulitzsecretlvr]

Hello, so I know you write about toll and I personally don’t support that, but I’m not here to hate. I just think your writing is really good and would really want you to write a tomxfem smut fic where Tom is arguing with the reader in the kitchen over something stupid (you decided) and at one point he has enough and cuts her off mid sentence, like this :“your just such an assh-“ and he suddenly grabs her and fucks her against the kitchen counter aggressively, and after he just walks away like nothing.

Of course if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to write it, it’s completely up to you!!!

A/N ☆ : Of course ! It's kinda funny , I had a fic idea like this lined up . I probably won't post that then . I hope you are okay with me using my era preferred ! . Also I appreciate the no hate <3 thank you anon ! Here is your fic :) this one might be a quick fast .. !

☆ This fic contains : rough fuck , zero aftercare , small bit of angst ( ? ) , p in v ,

☆ All used up . ☆

"I've had enough, Tom! Not everything is about you!" You shouted, planting your feet behind the kitchen island.

You stood on black combat boots, glad you chose those over heals to deal with the night. It's not like Tom was worth your time tonight anyways. You dressed in a tight black dress, a slit ran up your leg per Tom's request while purchasing.

He furrowed his eyebrows, slamming his hands down onto the marble counter.

"Yeah? Sure as hell seems like it is, or else we wouldn't be having this discussion, Y/N." He growled back, his tone of voice rang through your ears, shocking to hear him so mad.

Usually Tom was better out of you two at keeping his temper, often calmer while you yelled at him and got it all out, he knew you didn't mean it.. but right now? You could see it in his eyes, the way they narrowed and slightly twitched Everytime you rose your voice. It was driving him up a wall, you knew it.

"We have this discussion all the time, what the hell do you mean we wouldn't be having it?" You also put your hands on the counter, flinching towards Tom.

He balled his fists on the counter, the black sweater he wore ending a little before his wrists from the way his arms outstretched.

"I have no words for you." Tom mumbled, walking around the counter slowly. You leaned off the counter, still facing it as to not face him.

"A prick like you wouldn-" he cut you off by forcefully bending you over, hunching over your Shoulder.

"Finish that sentence, and so help me, Y/N, you'll be sore for every year I've been alive." He hissed, whipping his belt open.

Before you could protest, you felt him slam into you, the cold breeze of your guy's shared flat whisping against your ass.

He heard you whimper, moaning incoherent words as he continued to bury his cock deep in you, feeling yourself start to soak up around his length.

His muscular arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your cunt closer against his length as he pushed into you harder and harder each time..

Toms opposite hand crept up, wrapping around your throat. He watched as your hair and dress disheveled in outcome of his rough movement.

You couldn't help but notice how hard he was inside you as well.. putting the pieces together to realize that he'd been awful hard for a bit of time pre-argument.

Your hands were on the counter as you felt your thighs get nudged against the handles of the drawers, knowing they were ought to leave small bruises from the sheer amount of force.

Tom took his hands off your throat, removing the other off your waist as he pushed your torso harshly down against the marble countertop, pressured and sandwiched between his pelvis and the counter.

"Take it," he hissed, hearing the wet noises as his cock pumped deeply inside your entrance.

It was clear this was all coming from frustration, the way he was fucking you made it obvious.. he had always been rough, but he was especially cold when you guys were arguing and he needed to let out his pent up anger.

You felt yourself drip against his length, moaning out his name into the semi-lit building.

"Tom-!" You moaned, your voice hoarse and cracking.

He didn't take a minute to appreciate your sweet sounds, his eyes dark and focused on ruining your sweet cunt.

He pushed your dress a bit further up, examining your ass before harshly squeezing it. His hands were ought to leave finger shaped bruises sooner or later.. he was fucking you so hard, you almost got dizzy.

Before long, you felt yourself climax against him.. feeling immediately drained yet overstimulated as he kept going. He didn't seem to slow down nor speed up, he usually maintained a couple different paces during your little fuck sessions.

Tom watched as you crumbled beneath him, taking it as a hint to keep going. His cock sliding in and out rapidly, you felt the counter pretty much against your bones, it felt that he was pushing so hard against the counter that it ate through layers of fat in your thighs, feeling as if the bare bone was being hammered against the counter. You felt as his balls slapped against your clit, his movement profuse.

You would admit that it began to hurt a bit, just not enough to request he stops.

Toms growls filled the room, bringing a hand to yank your head up by your hair.

After a couple more minutes of his hatefuck, he shot his load inside of you, pumping his length a couple more times inside before pulling out. He lowered the hand on your hip to wipe up a bit of your slick, as well as his cum dripping from your entrance, only to wipe it on the back of your dress.

You were so close to a second round yourself, but Tom had finished before you came.. which left you bent over the counter as he stomped off. Not a 'i love you', or any sort of praise he normally gave.

He didn't even kiss you. He barely spoke the whole time, just growling hungrily in your ear before leaving you to clean yourself up. You felt a bit used.. feeling bad for the argument but almost glad it had happened, or else Tom wouldn't have given you this.

You caught your breath again after some time, pulling your dress down and repositioning your thong to it's rightful placing.

You pushed your hair away from your face and sat up, leaning against the counter as your processed what just happened.

With Tom stomping off, the only things more you heard was the sound of the master bedroom door slamming, the shower began to run after a little bit.

You figured you'd wait in your guy's room till he was done in the shower to apologize. It wasn't like him to leave you without aftercare..

You knew you had messed up.

☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.☆ •°.

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

I saw you rebogged the valentine's day soulmate!

Might I humbly request a 'tell no lies' mixed with 'no harm done' with Solomon with a female mc. I mostly enjoy the hijinks of that concept, everyone terrified of Solomon's cooking while mc is seemingly unaffected or a stray spell that hits mc that should hurt them but all is fine. And while everyone knows Solomon is shady, even he notices that he's a bit more honest towards mc, no matter how much he tries to keep his mirth about him!

AHHHH I'm sorry I got carried away. I just love your writing so much I absolutely can't wait to see what you do. Even if it isn't my request! Hope all is well!

Solomon - Tell No Lie/No Harm Done

Solomon x GN! reader

Prompts: It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate + soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically.

AN: Hello, dear sweet anon! This was an interesting request because I'd never thought of combining the prompts, so this was super fun to work with! I would like to make quick mention that I had every intention to write it for the requested female reader, but the way it flowed, I never used any defining pronouns other than you/yours, so I really hope that's okay! :) Once again, thank you for being patient, I know it was a long wait. And thank you for your kind words as well! Take care of yourself, anon! 💕

Warnings: Implied established soulmate connection/relationship, cameo of a Barbatos, hehe

Cocytus Hall was filled with a mouth-watering smell as you slaved away at the oven. It was nearing lunchtime, and you had decided to prepare a nice meal for both yourself and Solomon. He’d been cooped up in his room researching, so you were on your own in the kitchen today.

On most occasions, Solomon would join you to keep you company as you cooked. He knew to keep to himself as many of his cooking creations quickly turned disastrous, often ruining the kitchen – which you both would be stuck cleaning afterwards. Still, you yearned for his arms to wrap around you from behind like they so often did.

Today’s lunch was simple and something near and dear to your heart: grilled cheese sandwiches paired with tomato soup. A comforting meal from your home realm. You knew Solomon would be ecstatic to have some human realm food too since it’s been awhile.

The sandwiches sizzle in the skillet, and you’re about to flip them, when a knock raps from the front door. You quickly turn the burners off so nothing burns while you’re gone before making your way through the Hall. Once in front of the door, you turn the handle and open it to see Barbatos standing there with a cordial smile.

You return the smile as you greet him. “Afternoon, Barbatos. What are you doing here?”

“Good afternoon to you as well. I came by to conduct my routine inspections, as per usual. I hope I arrived at an opportune time.”

Oh, that’s right. It’s a new month, so of course he’d be stopping by soon. You give a shake your head to reassure him of his worries. “You’re fine, you’re not disrupting us or anything. I was in the middle of making lunch, but you searching through the other rooms won’t bother that.”

You step aside to allow him entry, to which he bows slightly before walking in. “And Solomon? He’s not...assisting you, is he?” he scowls as the sorcerer’s name passes his lips. It’s enough to miss, but you think you saw him shudder at the thought of Solomon in the kitchen. You quickly wave him off with a slight chuckle.

“No, no. He’s been in his room all day. So, no need to w-”

Before you can finish your sentence, a loud bang that seems to shake the whole building erupts from the kitchen. Both you and Barbatos startle, glancing to each other with similar thoughts…

Solomon.

You instantly being running through the Hall to the kitchen. Barbatos’ steps are quickly trailing yours, expecting to see disaster, but upon arrival – there’s no sign that anything had happened. Solomon’s stood in front of the stove looking into the pot that had the tomato soup in it with his hands placed on his hips, as if he were confused. He must’ve smelled the food and snuck in while you were away.

“Solomon, what was that noise?” you ask in a frantic tone, rushing over to check the soup. The once thick and smooth, red liquid now looked purple and chunky. Solomon sighs, rubbing his forehead.

“That would be me. I thought adding chili flakes would give the soup the kick it needs, but I seem to have misread the label and added popping fire salamander flakes instead.”

Barbatos watches from the doorway, narrowing his eyes incredulously. “How on earth did you misread that? Did you bother to read at all?”

Solomon looks over his shoulder to dispute Barbatos, but stops once he realizes he’s right. He sighs once again. “I guess it was more of a mix-up than a misread…” To his credit, they do look similar. So, it was an honest mistake.

You grab the wooden spoon that had been in the pot and lift it out to find the end burnt off from the substance that used to be soup. Another cooking utensil ruined due to Solomon’s influence. You shake your head as you place it down on the counter for now while trying to figure out how to salvage this mess. You’re about to reach for another spoon, but Solomon stops you, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling it away.

“I’ve got this. I’ll just use my magic to stir it, and once it’s good and stirred, the soup will be perfect!” He’s a little too optimistic for an outcome both you and Barbatos know will be disastrous.

“Wait, Solomon-” but it’s too late. Solomon casts a quick spell into the pot, though the contents don’t begin to stir around like you thought it would. Instead, it begins to bubble ominously.

You glance to Solomon, who watches it a little more intently than you do, wanting to see the result of his magic. “Uh, Solomon? What’s it doing?”

“I’m not...sure...”

Before either of you can react, the spell is rejected from the bubbling substance, and it bounces out and hits you at full force, knocking you backwards onto the floor. Both Solomon and Barbatos rush to check on you.

“By the gods,” Solomon says panicked as he kneels beside you, helping you sit up slowly, “are you alright? I had no idea that would happen.”

Barbatos kneels on the other side of you, eyes wide as they flicker around your face in concern. You take a moment to regroup, not feeling any different than before. You feel fine, actually. “I’m okay. Just a little shaken.”

“I’m sure you are,” Barbatos says, though he seems skeptical that you’re truly alright. “It appears some of the “matter” has splattered onto your face as well.”

“It’s just soup, Barbatos.” Solomon corrects as he wipes a little off with his thumb before licking it. His eyes light up and he smiles with an “mmh” coming from his throat. “That’s tasty. I think I really added to it.”

You wipe some off your cheek as well, tasting it, raising your eyebrows in mild surprise. “That is good, Solomon.”

Barbatos lifts an inquisitive brow, not believing a word of this for a second. But if someone other than Solomon thinks it’s good, maybe the sorcerer really did pull off the impossible. Barbatos raises back up to his height, walking towards the pot as he slides his glove off and dips his finger in the pot to get a taste as well. The moment the soup touches his tongue, he grimaces. The substance is too thick, sticking to his throat like glue. How did you manage to swallow it?

“Do you often eat Solomon’s cooking?” the butler asks, turning back to catch Solomon producing a handkerchief from his pocket and delicately wiping the mess off of your face.

You give a small nod as you respond, “yeah, I’ve always enjoyed his food.” That response alone makes Solomon smile proudly.

Barbatos blinks a few times in confusion, but relents as he realizes it’ll never make sense to him. You are an anomaly. No doubt about it. “Well, I suppose you and Solomon are more aligned than I thought previously,” he studies the way Solomon gazes at you, taking care of you as if you were the most fragile thing in the three realms. He sees the bond between the two of you. A bond no one else is allowed in on, let alone know intimate details about. “Much more.”

Solomon picks up on Barbatos’ words and clears his throat as he folds up the dirty handkerchief. “Of course, we’re aligned.” He directs his next words to you exclusively, speaking from nothing but his heart, “we’re aligned in mind, body, and most importantly...our souls.”

[summer-may]

18+. nsfw.

husband!bakugou feels that it was unfair how pretty you are. like how is he supposed to keep everyone away, when you look like a sparkling star that everyone surrounds like a moth to a flame.

you are sweet, kind, and so goddamn helpful. you help the old man cross the street, you go out of your way to volunteer at various shelters and if not, then donate. you once gave your favorite sandwich midst eating to kaminari just because he was hungry. like it was your absolute favorite but you still gave it away. can you be any more selfless?

so the only way he doesn't lose his mind is by fucking you senseless. by giving you so much pleasure that you let go and start demanding from him.

he starts slow, by always asking you what you want. it's slow and shy, but finally, you get bold and confident. the first time you tell him to eat your pussy and he is on his knees, baby.

as time passes you experiment. get bold. and start doing things you fantasized about.

another time, you tell him to lay down on the bed because now you are going to ride him, and hell yeah, he's all spread eagle before you finish the sentence.

the way he is naked, his cock leaking, red, and almost angry at not being used till he's spent. he's so close to crying at this point.

you look ethereal. there is no other word to describe you. he feels he's in some kind of other dimension. you crawl towards him wearing lingerie that should be banned because what the fuck?! it's see-through, your nipples protruding deliciously just waiting to be sucked and bit on. the lace covering your soft stomach. god. the path downwards just as maddening.

the way he knows you're sans panties but the delicate lace coming just below your beautiful pussy is making him insane. oh and the fact that he can't touch you is torture. absolute third degree.

"baby, can you please, please come closer," he begs, looking at you with his eyes low and lips swollen from biting them. "i can't handle it anymore, pretty girl."

you smile and coo at him, his cock leaking even more at your voice, your hand finally touches his thighs, hands running up and down and moving towards his beautiful cock. "you have such a beautiful cock, honey." the jerk his body gave when you swiped your thumb across his head spreading the precum, was visceral. "don't worry baby, i know what you need."

you bent your head and licked his precum, looking at his vermillion eyes as you sucked his cock down to the hilt. his sparse hair brushing your nose as you went bobbed your head.

the way his hips buck should be illegal, even with his hands tied he made sure you choke on his dick. the barely there smile on your face as you gag on him was enough for him to spurt down your throat. but along with you humming in pleasure was end game for him.

he's spent. his heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the quiet of the night. he looks down to see you licking his head and feels it in his heart as well as his dick. like, come on.

"baby you're going to kill me, stop it." his talk didn't match his words with how he was thrusting up toward your smirking mouth. red eyes looking at how swollen your lips were, and your glowing face, and thinking about how perfect you were.

you slittered upwards and untie his hands, lips centimeters away and whisper, "you can touch me now, dy-na-mite." each syllable of his name accompanied by a nip on his swollen lips.

"you are so fucking gorgeous, baby." his big hands pawn at your bare ass, fingers slowly brushing down to your leaking hole. "you honestly put the murderous in my name to test."

his fingers gentle, completely different to his passionate almost angry words. the words coming out his mouth were making you wetter, you weren't sure how that was even possible. your lips slanted on his, tongue fucking in tandem to his fingers as he scissored in and out of your pussy.

"c'mon, baby, gimme one, yeah," he panted, his other hand holding your jaw, "yeah, just like that beautiful, just like that, cmon, yeah, cum for me, gorgeous, cum on my fingers, just like that," his words and fingers were enough to make you moan out his name, and let yourself go and groan out his name, "kat- suki"

"you can make me cum just by speaking, 'suki."

his eyes sparkled in the shadows of your bedroom, "you say that, as if just looking at you doesn't make me cream my pants," his hands gave your ass a swat, "c'mon give a kiss, yeah,"

the smile you gave him was making his heart beat painfully in his chest, goddamn he was so in love with you it was not even funny and he wouldn't trade it for anything in this fucking world.

"you wanna ride me next time, sweetheart, i can see you're tired, huh?" his words were met with grateful eyes and a soft smile. he knew your every move. well, he is the love of your life and you loved your god dynamite.

"c'mon lay down," his smirk was ever-present, he picked up the cover on both of you, kissed your forehead, and murmured a soft, " 'night, sweetheart."

" 'night, 'suki." came your reply with a soft kiss to his chest.