#they won't know any peace while those two are awake

[neriyon]

Got tired of playing around with the elf boy in the character creator (I think I'll go with wine red hair) and hopped over to benchmark to test what I could do with N'jinh. And I think it turned out pretty nice. Def some changes (it's a completely different base), but I feel like he doesn't look like, too unfamiliar to me. Like I can still recognize that yeah, it's my smug boy, just with a new coat of paint on top and a few structural fixes.

^ Here's how he used to look. I made his blue eye a bit lighter shade, changed the red around eyes to more pink shade, and ofc switched the base. He actually has pvp hair right now, and I thiiiink I'm gonna go stick with that, but he looks good with his old hair too. Only complaint I have is that I reaaaally wanted him to have a scar in different place :/ Don't need the lip scar anymore with his lore changes, but would've loved if face 1 had some scar that runs across the bridge of his nose. He would've absolutely rocked that.

Also hair is different shade. I like the warmer shade old hair has, buuuuut it has the unfortunate effect of looking like this if there's any sun to be found:

So uh, I have to make a choice if I want to go with new hair or get flashbanged every time I try to gpose him outside like I do now.

[twstowo]

hi hi, i saw your ask box was open so i decided to submit a request!

i'd like to ask for the basketball club (ace, jamil, floyd, separately btw) with a reader who is a sleepy person? reader sleeps through classes sometimes and takes almost any opportunity to nap and enjoys using the boys as a pillow ^_^

thank you so much, and take your time !!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: How they deal with a sleepy reader

♡︎I’m buying a Jamil body pillow

♡︎Includes: Ace, Jamil and Floyd

♡︎Warning: None.

⋆⋅☆Ace

Ace is the worst person to be around when you're asleep – he seizes any opportunity to draw on your face whenever he catches you napping. There was one day when you unknowingly spent the entire day with a mustache drawn on your face, and no one had the courage to inform you.

If you lean on Ace to use him as a pillow, he'll quip that he isn't a pillow, but he won't budge either. Now, you have an awkward Ace standing still while you sleep, and he's at a loss for what to do. He's not shy about taking pictures of you, sending them later with playful remarks about how silly you look while sleeping. Little does anyone know, he secretly has one of those pictures as his wallpaper. If you happen to use Deuce as a pillow, Ace gets jealous, prompting him to tease Deuce for acting soft – all in an attempt to secure his position as the only one you use as a pillow.

⋆⋅☆Jamil

He spots you sleeping somewhere and pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, especially if you're dozing off in class. He doesn't hesitate to wake you up, and if you seem particularly tired, he might even offer to walk you to Ramshackles. At times, he senses a similarity between you and Kalim, dubbing you "Kalim Number two," although surprisingly, he doesn't find you as bothersome as Kalim.

When you happen to fall asleep on him, he feels an unusual tension. Initially, his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of pending tasks, study materials, and, inevitably, Kalim. However, he soon realizes that this instance is different – he didn't just wake you up as he usually does. Could it be that he enjoyed having you so close? It seems improbable, but the truth is undeniable. He allows you to rest for a while, but with a stack of work awaiting him, he can't linger for too long. If you don't wake up on your own, he gently shakes you awake. The rest of the day is spent with thoughts of your peaceful sleeping face lingering in his mind while he continues with his responsibilities.

⋆⋅☆Floyd

If he finds you asleep, he will literally squeeze you, sleeping around this guy becomes nearly impossible. On the rare occasion that you somehow, got him to stand still long enough for you to fall asleep on his shoulder, he responds by enveloping you in a spontaneous hug. If anyone dares to make a comical expression while looking at you, he fixes them with the most intimidating glare, sending them running away. If you take too long to wake up, he might grow bored and either make a swift exit or take you on a casual stroll while you remain blissfully asleep. Students may even start thinking that he has kidnapped you. If you fall asleep in class, he will find it hilarious, since he probably has done the same thing before.

[webslingingslasher]

trouble waking peter up bc she’s horny… I stg he’s never been happier to be woken up

“blood, tears and fire only”? he’s gna have to add one more to the list

YES. IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG.

it’s like being so hungry, you wake up with a growling stomach. knots tied and pulled, gurgling for sustenance. this is a new kind of hungry, one that has you famished. you could eat alone, or, you could invite peter to the buffet.

you start gentle, he’ll be grumpy no matter what, but maybe this time he’d catch on to your desperate touches and connect the pieces. peter looks so peaceful when he sleeps, it’s like he turns off all thoughts from the outside world.

‘peter?’ taps on his arm, they turn into delicate pokes. ‘peter? are you up?’ you’re unsure of him moving away from you means yes, he still looks asleep. ‘yes? you’re awake?’

peter breathes deep, you start to feel guilty, but not enough to let him continue his slumber. ‘pst, peter. wake up, please.’ a light shake, it does enough, your touch is shook off.

‘leave me alone.’ his blanket is tugged under his chin, its risen over your head, you bat it off, peter blissfully reaching back into dream land.

‘no, wait.’ you’re met with a heavy sigh, ‘what’s the rule, trouble?’ you trace shapes on his shoulder, like a toddler, you recite his bedtime rules. ‘blood, tears, and fire only.’

‘do we have any of those?’

you’re so… hungry you could burst into tears. but, that’s not what peter asked. ‘no.’ a satisfied nod, ‘great. i’ll talk to you when the suns up.’ the blanket is forced over your head again, you shove it off, this time you’re met with a whiny ‘hey!’

‘i think we need to add another one into the rulebook.’ peter cracks an eye open, you’re too awake for his comfort. ‘what time is it?’ you look behind you, a flash of white on your screen. ‘two.’

‘jesus, trouble. what do we need to add?’ you blank, peter’s frustration shows. ‘c’mon, quickly.’ you roll to your back, ‘i’m… horny. really, really horny.’

a total one eighty from peter, suddenly he’s wide eyes and smiles. ‘oh! okay, yeah, sure, we can add that.’ you blink your eyes and in the short second peter rolled himself over to lay above you.

'what do you want? something quick or the full shebang?' you think he might have been sending you the graphic dream because he's just as, if not more, ready as you are. peter's tugging his, your shirt off while you move your hips around to make more room for him.

'um, i mean we can have sex, sure.' peter looks up at your face, he leans back slightly, the missing blanket makes you shiver. 'you don't sound sure.'

'it's kind of selfish, so, yeah. let's have sex.' you hum when peter wraps an arm around your hip and tugs you closer to him. 'what's selfish?' it's two in the morning and you woke him up from a dead sleep, you shouldn't push him any further.

'what i want. let's just have a quickie.' you reach for his boxers, your hand stings when it's slapped away. 'ow?' peter pushes past it, 'what do you want?'

you feel shy for a moment, it feels like you're using him, you want to ditch the whole thing. you went from overtly horny to guilty in a second. 'i don't know...' peter isn't playing your games, he leans in over you.

'i'm not asking again, trouble. what do you want?' meaning, if you won't tell him, he'll override the situation and shut it down. 'okay, okay. could you... please?' it helps nothing, you just hate asking for it.

peter might not be able to fill in the blanks, but he could pick up a hint. 'could i?' your hands rest on his shoulders, he questions you and you answer by gently pushing him away, pushing him... down.

'what are you... oh, are you? that's what you want?' you pull the comforter over his head, peter fights it off, his hair falls in tufts. 'don't lock me down there, it's dark and hot.' that was the complaint? he's not upset?

'you're not mad that i woke you up just to go down on me?'

'god, no.' kisses down your neck, 'what's the rule?'

you smile, 'blood, tears, fire, and sex only.'

'that's my girl.'

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

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Part🥀

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus size! Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, haunted by the memory of your best friend, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden.

You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

wc: 6k

Warnings: Feminism doesn’t exist in this fic,  the story is set between 1950-1965, fertility issues, detailed mention of miscarriage, body shaming (not from Steve), implied boner and handjob, violence, terms of endearment (I got carried away jsjs), detailed sexual abuse attempt (not from Steve), domestic violence, flashbacks and small time jumps (I hope it’s not confusing lmao), changing POVs (again, I hope it’s not confusing lmao), please let me know if I missed anything! more warnings to be added in part II.

a/n: This is my entry to @witchywithwhiskey 's Slasher Summer writing challenge, with the prompts: small town and stalker. I've poured my heart and soul into this fic, I had so many ideas I had to cut the fic in half so part two will be posted soon I hope (but it won't be part of the wc given that it ends today hehe) I hope you like it 👉🏼👈🏼

This is not beta'd any and all mistakes are my own.

“Move” your mother reprimanded.

You wanted to, you did, but your body wouldn’t listen, your chest was so heavy you felt trapped under the covers.

The sky was so blue, it reminded you of the blue puppies you once had in the garden. You cried all night when you came home from a trip to find them wilted and forgotten by your husband, they were the same shade as those eyes… every time you tended to them, it was like he was looking at you.

“Speak! Do something!” she hissed, the blue sundown behind her, tainted the room slate, and her black eyes became even darker. You noticed as she screamed in your face that her breath smelled of cigarettes, normally you’d be cowering in fear or trying to appease her but you remained frozen not even blinking.

Letting out a snort she wipes the sweat off your forehead with a cloth, “Look at yourself”, the woman grimaced, did you truly look so ghastly? 

You wished she would just leave you, your mother was a busy woman, she had other things to do than take care of you… you hate to bother her.

“if you get any bigger people will know”, you vaguely hear her words,  you tried to care but the sky was so beautiful, so peaceful, something you appreciated given your current state. Your whole body ached and nausea kept you awake every night, you were exhausted, and yet sleep never came.

“You reap what you sow darling, you must've done something to dese- You should be thanking God John hasn’t left you yet! he won’t put up with this for long, he wants a wife, not this” Her hand points to you in bed with a scowl on her lips.

Tears start streaming down your face, you wish the shadows in your room swallowed you. As saliva gathers in your tongue you feel like you’re about to throw up but your body still wouldn’t move. 

She’s still rambling on about your failures as a woman, pacing around the room, so you take a frame from under your pillow, it was a photo of him and you.

Sophomore year, both of you sat on a bench just outside of your high school, he looked so handsome, you remember it well. Right after fall break, he wore a wool waistcoat that was much bigger for his skinny figure, and his hair was perfectly combed.

Both of you smiled from ear to ear, he was hunched over while you sat up straight with your knees resting on his.

It felt like it was a lifetime ago, instead of 12 years, you didn’t particularly enjoy high school, but Steve Rogers made it memorable.

Once upon a time you lived in the same neighborhood since you were 8 years old, the first time you saw him he was having an asthma attack as he crashed his bike into some trash cans. You ran to his side and quickly introduced yourself, his scrawny hand shook yours back before you took the white ribbon from your dress and pressed it against his bleeding forehead.

He instinctively reached for his head and your fingers grazed him for just a second, eyes so focused on yours, you realized he was scared, so your other hand reached to comfort him… sometimes you think you’ve held hands ever since, and neither of you could let go.

You couldn’t be separated even if your parents threatened and bargained, inseparable would be an understatement. After the accident, Steve found a kindred spirit and comfort in your friendship, while you discovered fierce loyalty and kindness. 

It was strange that, at such a young age you felt drawn to Steve, and you knew he did too, as children it only made you want to spend every second of every day together.

You’d spend summers, riding your bikes all over town despite your mother’s scorn, listening to Billie Holiday records in Grandma Rogers’ dusty old house, reading in the library until it closed, playing tag in his living room while his mother baked in the kitchen, hiding in his basement every time your dad picked you up. 

When the days you spent together weren’t enough, you begged for sleepovers, your sister had them all the time after all, but your mother thought it improper for a boy to sleep over, so eventually, you fashioned a sheet rope for Steve to climb once everyone had gone to bed, and then he’d sleep by your side.

Some nights you’d whisper what you imagined the past was like, both of you were passionate about history, sometimes Steve would caress your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder, cursing to hell all belts, but most nights you would stay silent, holding hands until you fell asleep, once the sun was up, Steve’s side of the bed was always empty.

This went on for years, even in high school, your love for each other only grew, despite the silly arguments like you spending more time studying than with Steve, or him always getting a black eye never knowing when to stand down. 

The both of you knew this was forever, and there was nothing you could do or say that would make either of you leave.

You tried getting out of his hold, squirming and pushing, if it were anyone else you’d be suffocated, “G-osh Stevie for someone so lean, you sure are strong” you huffed and puffed.

“If my mother finds us cuddling she’ll never let you see me again” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding, young ladies were never to engage in inappropriate behavior with boys your mother would always tell you.

“Yeah, I’d like to see her try” Steve grunted, almost possessively, his arms only squeezing you further into his chest, you couldn’t breathe but it wasn’t because of his bruising hold, chills went down your spine, and butterflies flew in your stomach.

You chose to ignore his comment and what it made you feel, “We have to go soon, Bucky won’t wait for us forever and he’s our ride”, finally you felt Steve’s arms relax but his hands remained on your back, rubbing it.

Catching him off guard, you free yourself and jump out of bed, quickly running to your mirror to check if your hair still looks good and to your relief it does. As you turn back you catch a glimpse of him adjusting his pants which makes your cheeks burn hot, you didn’t understand why that made you proud, and it isn’t the first time it’s happened, but Steve reassured you it was normal…

You weren’t brave enough to ask him if it was normal that you wanted to touch it.

As you walk out to your porch, Steve’s hand reaches for yours, “Promise you won’t stray too far from me, God knows what kind of people Tony invites to his parties”, his eyes search yours for something, you don’t know what, so you nod while your thumb caressed his knuckles, Bucky was already on your driveway honking the horn without any regard for your neighbors. 

“You’re lucky my parents are out of town Barnes!” you laugh as Steve opens the door for you, once everyone has their seat belts on, per your request, you head to Stark Manor.

After a short drive, you enter Tony Stark's ancestral home, it seems like the whole high school was invited. You never liked parties all that much, and neither did Steve but you thought socializing with other people besides each other would do you good, your mother insisted on it.

Swallowing a nervous gulp, you instinctively reached for Steve’s hand, just for a few seconds but then Peggy Carter jumped into his arms with a red smile and an even more gorgeous red dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

She was an exchange student, she was relatively new to the school but she quickly befriended your little group of friends, with her London charm and wit.

Your heart sank to your stomach and a knot formed in your throat when you saw his hands on her sides. Why were you jealous? he’s your friend you had to remind yourself, Steve couldn’t always be by your side, you knew this… and yet you couldn’t help the sickness brewing deep in your stomach when Peggy’s hands roamed all over Steve.

It was obvious Peggy liked him, but Steve’s reluctance to take her hand gave you a moment of relief, but then he was gone, lost in the sea of people. You hugged yourself as you considered asking Bucky to take you back home, but he already had his tongue down Dot’s throat.

Against your better judgment and Steve’s warnings, you found yourself in the bar, admiring all the bottles of liquor that came in different shapes and sizes, the one called Unicum caught your attention but as soon as you smelled it, you put it away.

“Not a fan I take it?” a voice comes from behind, following it, you find the host himself wearing a black turtle neck along with a blazer that hugs him just right, his brown eyes slowly studying you while he takes a sip of his drink.

Putting back the bottle, you chastised yourself for picking it up in the first place, “I’m sorry, this is expensive, I shouldn’t have touched it, I’m- I’m sorry” you sputtered.

You were nervous, but you realized you liked the attention, Tony was every girl’s dreamboat and the fact that his eyes were so focused on your body was thrilling.

With a sly smirk, he walks closer to you, “Don’t you worry Honeybun, that’s my father’s drink, break the damn thing if you want” he chuckled, “You’re Rogers’ little pet, aren’t you? he leave you all alone?”, he sounded a little drunk already.

Before you could get mad at his nickname, his arm wrapped itself around your waist “I think you’re a sweet-tooth Honeybun, you’re going to love Grasshoppers” he stated, without giving you a chance to refuse.

You were delighted to find out you did love the creamy drink, and after a few of them, Tony started to be less annoying to you, and if you squinted you could pretend he looked like Tony Curtis.

You missed Steve, where is he?

As Tony dragged you to the dance floor, squished between the crowd of drunk classmates, you started to feel suffocated and Tony’s grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, but your head was so fuzzy, and the room was so loud, he probably couldn’t even hear your protest.

Tony finally stops, his hands wander down your back until they’re on your waist, and his fingers dig into your dress, making your heart skip a beat, as he starts swaying you, Steve emerges from the sea of dancing silhouettes.

His smile of relief drops when he sees another man’s hands around your waist, you almost push Tony away in response, but you just put on your best smile.

 “H- Hey I’ve been looking all over for you”, Steve says, his tone is friendly but his eyes darken when Tony pulls you closer to him, making you trip a little, you didn’t have your wits about you, and Steve notices.

“Baby I need to get you home” he almost pleaded, you’re shocked he called you the nickname he only used when you’re alone, his perfect blue eyes had… longing in them? that couldn’t be right, especially when you discover the mark of red lips on his cheek, making your blood boil.

“I don’t want to leave Steve, I’m- I’m having fun with… T-Tony”, you tried to sound unyielding but you could feel the tension rise between the two men, you were never good with confrontation.

“You heard her little man, you shouldn’t have left her all alone if you didn’t want someone to steal her from you”, Tony says matter-of-factly.

Your best friend looks stoic, not moving a muscle, he looks intimidating despite Tony being much taller than him. He’s one step away from invading Tony’s space, but you’re quick to place your hand on his chest, and you immediately feel him relax, his eyes soften too when he turns to you.

“Go back to Peggy, I’m sure she’s waiting for you” is all you say with a wavering smile.

His hand wants to reach for you but all he does is nod before he disappears into the crowd, you’re a little disappointed. The rest of the night is eternal, your feet grow sore, and you had your 4th grasshopper a minute ago so your mind is comfortably numb, but every time Tony gropes your hips, or his fingers trace your cheeks, you feel guilt deep in your stomach, and to your dismay the party only seems to intensify.

As you slow danced you tried to ignore how dizzy you felt, but when the song ended you couldn’t help but let your weight fall into Tony’s arms, he just laughed and reaffirmed his hold on you “C’mon Honeybun don’t tell me you’re sleepy, night’s young! I want to show you something”.

You felt him move you before you could even respond, “Wh-where are we going Steve?” you slurred, not realizing you called him by another name, your question was met with silence, Tony just kept on pulling you across the grand hall.

“I want to show you the pretty flowers in the garden Honeybun, no one will bother us” his smile was wide but it did nothing to ease you, he shushed you while you tried to voice your thoughts.

You felt watched… the night breeze flew by your dress and your skin prickled, but it wasn’t because of the night chill. You were too busy admiring the pastoral landscape to worry, your eyes followed the tree-lined path up to a beautiful pond, with pink roses everywhere, but before you could take a step forward, you were being pushed up against a stone wall.

“Ow! Tony what-” His lips crushed yours before you could finish your sentence, he tasted bitter and unwanted, you tried pushing him away but you were weak, the alcohol in you like heavy chains around your arms and legs.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good Honeybun?” he slurred in your ear, your stomach filled with dread, you almost gagged, “please stop” you begged, but his hand brutishly covered your mouth “Shut up” he spat while his assault continued down your neck, you could hear his belt coming off and alarms went off in your head, a scared whimper managed to escape his hand.

The party was roaring inside, and the music was muffled by the stone walls, you were sure no one would hear your screams, you sobbed at the realization. You were about to accept your fate but then Tony’s thrown back by the neck and into the dirt, it was Steve! 

Before you could react he was already on top of Tony pummeling him without compassion, animalistic grunts escaping his lips as his knuckles bloodied themselves.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Steve growled, “You’re going to wish you were dead you piece of shit”, the hits kept coming, and you couldn’t stop watching, it was horrifying watching your best friend become this violent, controlled by his dark impulses, but a small part of you, a part of you that you wouldn’t acknowledge felt satisfaction, pride even…

Tony had been unconscious for a minute now and Steve wouldn’t stop, you were surprised he wasn’t having an asthma attack by now, the sickening sound of his fist meeting beaten flesh brought you out of your thoughts, you quickly ran to Steve to make him stop.

You grabbed his bloody fist in the air “Steve stop, you’re going to kill him” you cried, both of you heaving, you sensed Steve was making an effort to hold back, the blue in his eyes was almost gone, with only rage in them, “He should be six feet under just for putting his hands on you” he gruffed, you didn’t know how to respond so you only nodded, taking his hands in yours, and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Seeing your blood-stained lips made him feel unlike anything he’d ever felt before, a sense of ownership pleasantly lingered, but as he searched to see if you were harmed, your tear-streaked face made him move off Tony, and take you in his arms, the warmth radiating from him finally calmed you enough to let yourself feel the terror of what could’ve happened to you.

You let it all out onto Steve’s shoulder like you’ve done countless times before… except this was different, you’ve always felt safe with Steve, but after tonight, you also felt protected.

“I won’t let anybody touch you again baby” he lulls, your arms wrap around his neck and instinctively you rub off on his chest, needing to be as close to him as possible, his scent already soothing your soul.

“I promise”, he whispers in your ear and kisses your temple with such tenderness you barely feel his lips… everything is going to be ok.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice,

then kiss me once again 

It’s been a long, long time 

Haven’t felt like this, my dear since I

can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time 

          ♫ ♪

“He’s back in town” Peggy repeats after you remained silent for an awkward amount of time, you just couldn’t stop replaying this one song in your head…

“Did you even hear what I said?” Peggy’s annoyance startles you, making you drop the cup of tea you were nursing.

She rolls her eyes at you, while she grabs a dishtowel to wipe the spilled liquid, “Steve Rogers is back” she deadpans, carefully observing your reaction.

“So sad Sarah isn’t here to welcome him back home” you whispered, tears threatening to spill at the memory of the woman who took care of you for so long, far more tender than your mother ever was to you.

“Honorably discharged” she continued, probably not even hearing your comment “They even made him a Captain, can you imagine? I-”.

She keeps on talking but it’s all muffled noise to your ears, your mind running a million miles per hour. 

Would you give him a call? 

how much can war change a man? 

would he call you? 

what would you say if you bumped into each other at the supermarket? God, John doesn’t even know about him.

Knowing Steve was home rekindled the heartache you managed to bury in the back of your mind every single day, it took everything in you not to start crying every time you remembered his broken promise, but you learned a long time ago that it was best to keep your emotions under lock and key.

The sound of running water finally distracted you from your consuming thoughts, “Hon are you sure you’re up for visitors?” Peggy sings with faux concern as she does the dishes, “I know you’re still not over the incident but I have to agree with your mother, you need to try harder, this is not normal, when I was preg-”

Willing yourself not to throw the porcelain cup at her head, you grinned, “Maybe we’ll see Steve at the reunion, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see you Peggy”, you sassed behind your stiff smile, but of course, she didn’t notice. Her reaction only confirmed what you suspected, like a little girl her ears perked up and her cheeks turned bright red “It’ll be so good to see everyone again” Peggy tried to conceal her excitement.

“I’m sure your husband will enjoy seeing everyone too” you reminded her, too tired to play nice with her.

Peggy’s eyes widen “You see, I don’t think Tony will be able to attend… you know how he is, always work work work” she laughs nervously.

You know better than that, Tony Stark was a sleazy drunk, you knew it since that night back in high school, but as the years passed, Tony’s attempts to hide his transgressions were feeble, by now the whole town knew every time he went away for business to New York City, he was on a bender gambling, drinking and sowing his wild oats, but Tony’s wealth and power always kept him out of trouble.

“Of course, I’m sure he’ll be back from his business trip just in time for the reunion” You pleasantly smiled before getting up and cutting up a piece of pink azalea cake for her to take back home, far, far away from you.

Once Peggy’s gone you start your chores, it was always the same, wash John’s clothes and press them, hang them by the door for the next day, then clean the windows, wash the curtains, scrub the floors until they’re shining, and never mop, last time you did your husband almost burned your books. Dust his trophy cabinet, sweep the garage, and finally make dinner and keep it in the oven so it’s warm when your husband comes home.

After finishing everything up to John’s liking, you always end up in your garden, the joy of your life besides a good book.

Your garden wasn’t grand or exotic like the other housewives’ gardens, Peggy would often say it was dull or pitiful or both, but in your eyes, it was precious and full of life. 

From hybrid phlox, peonies, and hydrangeas to blue holly bushes, you took care of them with love and tenderness, your garden was your comfort in your darkest days, sometimes the only thing you looked forward to in your day.

But your roses… they were your most prized possession, every day without fail you tended to them, making sure they were safe and felt cared for, sometimes you would even sing to them, your roses were your babies, you could never forsake them like he did you.

You cried as you fertilized the earth for your youngling, your tears fell on the little sprout right next to the other roses, now in full bloom. 

Your mind wandered 9 years back to when you first married John. You couldn’t fight your mother any longer, for years you rejected any suitor she brought, doctors, lawyers, professors, none of them compared to the one person you truly loved. Despite your mother’s constant denial, you hoped Steve would safely return and finally admit the feelings you knew he had for you, and take you far away… 

But it was a silly fantasy, he never wrote, not once since you said goodbye that September night, so long ago, you hated him for it, you never understood why he abandoned you like that, you only knew he was alive because of the letters he sent to his mother, but his beautiful eyes haunted you at night, and when you didn’t dream of him you resented him for it.

Then your mother arranged a date with John Walker, he was young, easy on the eyes, and set to inherit his grandfather’s sugar company which was said to be a very wealthy prospect. He wasn't particularly sweet or charming but his easy-going smile helped you ease your nerves.

The first thing he did when he saw you was take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles, he was sturdy and his posture was always rigid, but he had this suave confidence that made you think he owned the entire world.

He offered stability and comfort when you needed it the most, so you forced yourself to love him, you told yourself that he would be a good husband despite not knowing his faults or even his traits,... Steve wasn't coming back, so you decided to trust your mother's judgment.

The first year of your marriage you came to accept the fact that as hard as you tried, you would never feel the same way for your husband as you did for your best friend, but life with John had become comfortably dull. 

You never thought your life would turn like it did… 

As you adapted to married life, you found out John’s easy going smile was a facade, he was strict and expected certain things of you. To please him in every possible aspect, that was a wife's duty after all, he'd turn mean and a brute if you failed in your duties but if you followed the rules, he would leave you be to read your books and tend to the garden. You learned the hard way if he came home to find his clothes wrinkly or God forbid the floors mopped instead of scrubbed, you would suffer the consequences.. 

Eventually, you learned to appease his ego and keep your head down, your days went out painfully slow, and you would dread every time the hands of the clock slowly approached the time of his return, each day you wondered what new insult John had prepared to make you feel inadequate. 

Thinking his temper would placate once you carried his child was naive, you realize that now. The first time you got pregnant you were ecstatic to love someone with your whole heart and soul, and for your love to be returned, but soon there was nothing to tell.

It was difficult to keep it a secret from your husband, like your mother, he crushed you under his expectations, the weight of them almost unbearable, and both, always made sure you knew the disappointment that you were.

But missing his smell, the comfort he provided, missing Steve was the most painful.

Tonight was your high school reunion and you couldn’t stop pacing around the living room, it was almost time to leave and you were still waiting for John to come home and change. Given that it was summer, the nights were hotter so you wore a sleeveless, wide-skirt baby-pink dress, adorned with white lace, pearl earrings, and white gloves as the finishing touch.

You were about to call his office when you heard the car park in the driveway. Too anxious to wait for him, you ran outside ready to greet him with a scotch, “Welcome home dear, please hurry, I left your clothes on the bed. If we leave in five minutes no one will noti-”

John slams the car door before you can finish your sentence, “We’re not going” is all he says without sparing you a look, taking the scotch from your hand and drinking it in one gulp.

“Please John, don’t be like this” you protested, “you said we could-”

“For fucks sake!” your husband snapped, his hand hit the hood of his black Chevrolet Impala, making you jump scared, he treated that car like his baby… the alarms in your head cautioned you to choose your words carefully.

“J-John please, be reasonable, let’s go inside I’ll make you another drink” you pleaded, afraid the neighbors would hear you arguing, the street was busy with kids riding their bikes and people coming in and out of their homes.

“You don’t tell me what to do!” he barked out your name like an insult, his body shaking with anger he had to clench his fists, he took a step forward and you recoiled, making him huff in offense.

He took your wrist with force and jerked you towards him, making you tumble on your heels, “Stop being so dramatic” he reprimanded. You didn’t mean to upset him but you didn’t want to go alone, you couldn’t! John had promised weeks ago he would go.

“I fired over 50 of my best workers because they thought they could do whatever they wanted, I will teach you a fucking lesson too if you keep pushing me” he threatened with malice, tears threatened to spill, you didn’t want to look at him but his hand forced your chin up.

You instinctively shook your head, too afraid to even speak, that only fed his ego and in a second he was dragging you through the pavement and into the house, a sick smile displayed on his face. 

“John you’re hurting me” you panicked, holding onto his arms for some support, as he kicked the door close, he dropped you on the carpet of the living room, you almost hit your head against the tube.

Your husband’s chest heaves above you and before he can touch you again you quickly get on your knees with your head looking up, trying your hardest to make eye contact with the man you feared “I’m sorry!” you repeated over and over, the knot in your throat making it painful to speak.

After a long silence, you see his features relax, you’re flabbergasted by his swift change of attitude, his smile slowly widens and you flinch when his fingers wipe a single tear “That’s what I like to hear Sugar”. 

“You know what I think?” he continued,  “You should be at home trying to get pregnant and start our family instead of running off to a party and see some moron you used to be friends with”.

Nausea overwhelmed you at his implication but your mind spun at the mention of Steve, how on earth did he know about him?! Maybe you weren’t as discreet as you thought.

A stabbing pain on your wrist interrupted your thoughts and you reached for it, John comically pouts “I’m so sorry Sugar, work was just so stressful” he sighed while helping you stand up, your scrapped knees shake as you find your balance. You couldn’t be in the same room as him anymore, but your body wouldn’t move, he didn’t like it when you refused to look at him, so he tilted your chin up.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go to this thing… I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”, he grinned, pulled you close to him and kissed your forehead, making your body tense.

You desperately wanted to push him off of you, and you almost did, but it wasn’t a good idea to piss him off further, after tonight, you weren’t sure how far your husband’s cruelty could go. 

“I need to call Peggy” stated, your voice meek, too afraid he would change his mind, “so they can come to pick me up” you clarify, taking John’s silence as your cue, you took a hesitant step back, and briskly walked to the phone in the kitchen, thankful you had some space from him.

After the 5th ring, Peggy finally picked up and without getting into the details, you explained to her why you needed a ride to the reunion, to which she reluctantly agreed. As you waited, you cleaned the scrapes on your knees, if you put on stockings no one would notice, you quickly re-did your makeup and hair, and It wasn’t more than 15 minutes when you heard Peggy’s tootle.

You were almost out the door when John called your name, clearly asserting once more his power over you, letting out a shuddery breath, you turned to face him with your chin held high. 

“Get me a beer” he commanded, too entranced with the boob tube to even bother looking at you, the room went quiet and all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears, you knew what he wanted from you. You wondered if you would ever be free of his torment, but the weight of your wedding ring reminded you of your vows…

Till death do us part.

So you plastered on a graceful smile, walked to the kitchen and returned with an opened can to place in his hand, with a smug smirk, he pats your ass, “off you go” he dismissed, and you promptly did.

The ride to the school was silent, Peggy didn’t question your vacant stare or why you kept rubbing your wrist, her mood seemed sour and you had no intention of untwisting that ball of yarn she called a brain.

As you walked in, you barely recognized the halls you used to walk every day, you remember Steve struggling to open his locker, Bucky flirting with anyone who wore a skirt, skipping Gym class so Steve wouldn’t be all alone in detention.

As you walked into the gym, you admired the decorations, balloons scattered all over the floor, red and pink confetti cascading down on everyone, glimmering under the soft light. You recognized some people but there was so much people, you weren’t even sure you went to class with some of them, the party was in full swing, and people danced as the band played your favorite song.

Never thought that you would be 

Standing here so close to me 

There’s so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day.

                       ♫ ♪

You are as beautiful as the day he lost you, Steve thought, from all the way across the room, you still hadn’t seen him but he saw you the moment you walked into the room, stealing the air from his lungs.

His heart aches so painfully to be near you he swears it could be a heart attack, he was frozen in place afraid that if he moved you’d disappear, he wonders how long it would take for him to win you back…

Something in you compels you to turn around, and when you do, a gasp escapes you… You couldn’t believe your own eyes, for a moment you didn’t recognize him, he was taller and incredibly broad, nothing like the man you saw last a decade ago, his posture was intimidating, but then you met his eyes, and those were the same. He truly was back, and all those emotions you kept under lock broke free, making your legs move forward before you could think, he immediately did too, and suddenly the both of you were running through the crowd to get to each other.

Without hesitation, you crashed into his arms, and he crushed you to him, easily picking you up, he was definitely stronger. Breathing him in, a sob almost escaped your lips, it was still the same after 12 years, the noise around you drowns out and it’s as if the earth stops spinning altogether… “I’m so sorry you lost your mom”, you whimper, it was the first thing you needed to say.

His hold only tightens, making it harder to breathe, memories of his suffocating embrace making you feel warm inside, you grip the nape of his hair for comfort, “I didn’t get to say goodbye” Steve whispers into your neck. Since you can remember, you always hated when he was heartbroken, his pain was your own, you wished you could take it away. 

“I know”, you nod, before he slowly lets you down, making you realize just how much the height difference is, it made you nervous.

His hands settle on your lower back while yours rest on the sides of his shoulders, you’re so close, he’s hunched over and you’re on your tiptoes, just inches away from his lips,  his nose nudges your own for a moment, making the butterflies in your stomach wild, you feel drawn to each other like magnets. Steve’s leaning in, and like a bucket of cold water, you remember the last 12 years, you remembered how easily he abandoned you, breaking every promise he made to you.

You quickly turn your cheek and you can feel his disappointment boring into your head, taking a small step back, you hold his hand tightly, not redy to let him go yet, and you shake your head, silently telling him you couldn’t kiss him. 

The soldier had half a mind to grab and kiss you, remind you of what you meant to each other, after years and oceans apart he never stopped thinking about you. You both knew from the day  you met , you were his, and he wasn’t going to let anyone get in between the two of you ever again.

But before he could say anything, Peggy Carter approached them.

“Well well, look at you two chums getting reacquainted”, her smile was sickenly sweet, but her eyes told you, you were caught… How long had she been watching? you ask yourself as anxiety settles in your stomach, and then your husband’s words ring in your head.

“I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”.

Your heart beats incessantly against your chest, and your breathing becomes shallow, she was going to tell John, you realized… and you were terrified of what he would do.

To be continued… 

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[milaisreading]

could you do a sae itoshi x isagi sister where she sprained her ankle and sae was very worried and overprotective of her please

🌱🩷: Here you go! Thanks for the request 🩷🌱

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Sae Itoshi was usually someone who trusted his gut instincts the best, they were right all the time. So, when he woke up that morning feeling like something bad had happened to someone, or will happen, he felt odd. He barely paid attention to others, aside from a few close people, so why would he be worried for no reason? Sae shook those thoughts away in the beginning and did his usual morning routine. He was back in Japan for the next 2 weeks, so he planned on enjoying the time he had with his family, and try to make amends with Rin.

'Aww! Look at how cute that big brother is with his little brother. So adorable.' Sae blushed and glared at the wall as he remembered (Y/n)'s gushing over the duo they noticed in the park the other day.

'There is no way a nobody will outdo me.' He huffed and grabbed his phone, expecting a message or two from (Y/n),but to his surprise there was nothing. Sae sighed and put the phone away, thinking that maybe it was still too early for her to be awake.

'She needs as much sleep as possible.'

"Why is she not sending me anything? It's already 11." Sae sighed in frustration as he scrolled through his phone, hoping he might have missed a notification, but nothing. So, without really thinking the boy dialed her phone number and waited for a while for (Y/n) to pick up his call. And, after 7 rings, the older Isagi finally answered.

"Hello? Sae?"

"(Y/n), hey! How have you been?" The boy cleared his throat, waiting for an answer from her.

"I have been fine. And you? Did you need something?"

"Good, good. Uhm, say do you want to hang out today?" Sae asked nervously, waiting for an answer.

"I am sorry, Sae. I really can't walk around much for the next few days. Maybe another time."

Her explanation caused the boy's alarm bells to ring, already thinking the worst.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah... this is embarrassing. But, I was helping a neighbor carry something inside and hurt my ankle in the process. Don't worry though, it's nothing serious-"

(Y/n) stopped talking as she heard the line go silent, realizing Sae had ended the call. It was weird, but she didn't think much of it.

'Maybe his mom called him for something.'

"Sis! Don't walk around like that, I could have brought you the water." Yoichi said as he saw (Y/n) in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Yo-chan. It's nothing serious."

2 hours later, (Y/n) had forgotten about her phone call with Sae and was just watching TV while Yoichi was in his room while her parents  were out buying something. It was a peaceful afternoon, that is until she heard the doorbell ring.

"Hm? We aren't expecting anyone as far as I know." She muttered while slowly walking to the door and opening it.

"Sae? What are you doing all the way in Saitama? And what's with the flowers and bags." The boy looked at her in confusion before that slowly morphed into panic.

"Why are you standing?! You could injure yourself even more!" Sae said as he took off his shoes and walked inside.

"You are worrying too much. I will be fine. Besides, I need to move to get my things-"

"Not anymore! We need to get you to bed." Sae grumbled as he put the stuff down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

"I am not in life threatening conditions, Sae. I will be fine." (Y/n) grumbled, face red in embarrassment. Sae ignored her protest as he put her in bed.

"Now, stay in here while I get you something to eat. Do you want anything to drink?" (Y/n) sighed at his persistence.

"You won't leave any time soon, right?"

"Nope." Sae nodded his head.

"I am fine with a glass of water, then."

She watched as the boy nodded his head and walked out of her bedroom.

"He is so dramatic. It's just a minor injury."

Sae was now in the kitchen preparing some of the snacks he brought, millions of thoughts racing through his head.

'What would have happened if I didn't come? She could have fallen down and hurt her foot again. She could have hurt her cute face. She could be crying now in pain with nobody to help her.' Sae shuddered as he brought the food and drinks to (Y/n)'s room, only to nearly have a heart attack when he saw her out of bed.

"Why are you not in bed?" Sae asked as (Y/n) looked at him in surprise as she stood near her desk.

"I just wanted to get my phone, I got a message on it- Where did all the food come from?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, unfamiliar with a lot of the snacks he brought. Sae, not happy with the answer, put the tray down and walked to where she was and carried her to her bed.

"Should have waited for me to get it for you. You might get hurt."

"I am not dying-"

"I don't care. You need to rest. Eat now." Sae said, handing her a random snack item to get the phone.

"You really worry too much. Shouldn't you focus on resting before you return to Spain?" (Y/n) asked in worry as the boy shook his head.

"I rested enough. Do you need anything else?"

"N-no." She stuttered out, still embarrassed by the attention he was giving her.

And that was pretty much how the rest of her day went on. Sae would sit near the bed as (Y/n) talked about random things, with the footballer chiming in from time to time. If she needed to get anything or go somewhere, Sae would either pick it up or carry her to the spot. Yoichi, who walked into the room a few times was greeted with a warning glare by Sae and the older observing his interactions with (Y/n).

'He acts like I will hurt her.' Yoichi would think to himself, but he knew his sister was safe with Sae, so he didn't say much.

"This is so adorable." Iyo squealed silently as she, Yoichi, and Issei spied on the duo. Issei and Yoichi said nothing, looking at each other in confusion.

"Do you think it's ok to leave them alone?" Issei asked, earning a nod from Iyo.

"Sae is a good kid. (Y/n) is safe with him. He reminds me of a worried mother hen." Iyo giggled as Yoichi held back a laughter.

'More like a guard dog.' The youngest thought.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Saw Skizz on your list of people you write for while going through your request info again so I just had to request something!!

I just know being held in his big beefy arms is like heaven on earth! So maybe some sweet cuddling in bed on a nice warm day?

Love your writing so so so much!! -XB anon ❤️

I love me some beefy arms, just ask my fiancé haha (no but really I will swoon). I've mentioned this in a previous post but this is actually very much influenced by my relationship with my fiancé who is on his last night shift of the week when this is posted. It's a hard time for us both but it's worth it when he gets home. All this to say, if you want to write one of the biggest tips I'd give is to draw from real emotions and experiences. It really helps to give a subtle bit of depth which gives your readers an easier time feeling that emotion themselves!

Working Late

Drabble Contains: Fluff -------------------

This evening has been hard, you knew it was coming but it has still been hard.

Skizz had told you he really wanted to finish his shop and would do so by any means necessary, the problem was that that meant you'd had to spend the evening alone, which was fine. You'd sorted a few bits out around the house, walked the dogs, made sure that everything was in order for the morning. It was all fine.. except for one problem.

The one problem came when it was time for bed, which was that you'd have to go to bed. Alone. You'd hoped you could stay awake until Skizz got home, but that wasn't the case.

Once midnight had hit you were falling asleep on the sofa, which the dogs seemed more annoyed at than you. They liked that spot.

So, begrudgingly, you'd made your way to the bathroom, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and gone to bed.

You'd had a miserable time falling asleep. It was too cold and too quiet without him there. You tried to read, but your eyes couldn't focus on the words. You tried to listen to music, but it just wasn't the vibe. So you'd given up and laid there until you'd eventually fallen asleep.

Until a few moments ago, when you woke up. The room is still as dark as can be, you're still exhausted. Groggily, you reach over to the side table and tap the button on the clock. 3.37am. It's been an hour, maybe a bit more. You're unsure what time your really managed to get to sleep.

It's still cold, you're still alone. Your heart sinks. He probably won't be back tonight. So you pull the duvet closer, attempting to fall back into your slumber.

You can hear your own breaths, the sound of your heart beating. It's just not the same without him here. It's not as easy, doesn't feel as safe.

Yet, slowly your body begins to relax, darkness taking back over. You barely register the sound of the door, the shuffling, or at least you're too far into sleep to be able to react.

A familiar weight moves the mattress, duvet going with it as he takes his usual spot. You make some sort of grumbling noise at being disturbed, but a sigh escapes you as he gets close.

One arm drapes itself over you, then pulls you in. One strong, familiar arm. His voice is sleepy too, muttering "don't you grumble at me it's time for cuddles."

You feel yourself smile, possibly only internally, although it's too dark to know. Not that you could see your face without a mirror anyway.

You shuffle to get more comfy pressed up against him, warming up quickly. Then you shuffle again to stuff some blanket between the two of you to stop the heat. "Just that hot am I?" He giggles, clearly about to drift off. Somehow you find it in you to respond, "don't need heating when I have you." He lets out an amused huff, but like you is too tired to say any more.

The silence is filled with the soft sound of his breathing, plus your cozy and warm now. That's not even to mention how safe you feel being in his arms again, those wonderful arms that are so strong holding you so carefully against him.

With what you're sure is a soft sigh you're able to comfortably drift into a peaceful slumber, dreaming only of Skizz, how much you love him, and the wonderful arms that leave you feeling so safe and secure (and flustered, but it's a calm, peaceful sleep. Sue me.)

[midgardian-witch]

The L-Bomb

Marc Spector is in love with you. Only problem is that you're in a relationship with Steven and Jake, but not with him.

But he's fine being your friend with benefits, he really is. He doesn't long to hold you in his arms and kiss you tenderly. Nope.

(Marc is in love and deals with it by fucking you hard and fast.)

AO3

AN: special thanks to the lovely @my-secret-shame for being my beta reader for this 💙

tags: Dry Humping | Light Angst | Pining | Penetrative Sex (p in v) | teasing | praise kink | switch!Marc Spector | switch!Reader | afab!reader | Steven and Jake are mentioned but not present

ships: Marc Spector/Reader

He doesn't deserve you. Steven and Jake deserve you. He had his chance at love and blew it. He's the fuck up. He doesn't deserve to be in love. He doesn't deserve to wake up in your arms, warm and safe, as you nuzzle into his neck still half asleep. 

He doesn't deserve any of it. So you can never know that he wants it. That he craves it. That all he truly wants is to kiss you gently, worship your body under his hands and tell you this one simple truth that he had denied the world and himself:

Marc Spector is in love with you. 

And you can never know. He's eager to service you physically when needed. Marc has long since abandoned any thought of saving his dignity when you got together with Steven and Jake. It's difficult to keep a distance when he shares the body with your two boyfriends. 

He is the interloper, the imposter that is forcing his way into your life. 

There have been times before when you didn't notice that it was him with you and not one of your boyfriends. Those early mornings when he'd wake up before you, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, his heart thundering in his chest; unwilling for this moment to end. It feels almost sinful to enjoy these quiet, stolen moments with you. 

Just like today. 

He can do nothing but stare at you in awe, your body half spread over his and your face hidden in the curve of his neck. One of your hands rests on his chest while the other is pressed to his side. You look so peaceful like this, unaware of the intruder that you are clinging to. 

He wants to kiss you but he doesn't dare to while you're unconscious. Even if just a small kiss to the top of your head would be enough to satiate his need. 

It's a lie. He will never be able to have enough of you. But maybe if he repeats it often enough it will be one day.

(It won't.) 

Every touch feels electric, a soft buzz underneath his skin that leaves him aching. His hand glides over your arm in gentle strokes, careful not to rouse you from your slumber. He could spend eternity like this, just holding you in his arms, feeding on your warmth and breathing in your scent. 

You move and his whole body freezes. He always dreads this, the moment you wake up and this whole fantasy of his shatters into a million pieces. Marc feels your breath against his neck, soft puffs of air that make his heart race. One of your legs slides over his, trapping his knee between your plush thighs. You mumble something incoherent against his heated skin as your hips slowly start to move, grinding your clothed sex against him. 

Feeling your pussy against his thigh, even with your underwear in the way, makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. His teeth dig into his lower lip, trying and failing to stifle a groan. He tries to whisper your name, to check if you're awake. You don't answer, still fast asleep. Instead he can feel the wetness of your cunt, your slick juices soaking through your underwear.

He's sure you're having a wet dream, unconsciously using him for your pleasure and Marc could do nothing but stay still and ignore the way his body is reacting to your touch. Blood is rushing downwards, his cock swelling with every slide of your perfect pussy against his skin, with every twitch of your fingers against his chest, with every soft moan escaping your lips. He is going to go crazy, if he doesn't already count as crazy. This is torture. It's inhumane. But he doesn't want it to end. He's going to die here, rockhard, with you writhing on top of-

"O-oh fuck," you mumble. He can feel your lashes flutter against his skin as you open your eyes. Your hips keep rolling against his thigh even as you wake up. Marc swallows hard, his body still stiff as a board as he tries to think of how to react. 

"F-fuck, sorry," you moan quietly, slowly trying to untangle yourself from him and turn away. As if on autopilot Marc reaches for you, your body freezing in motion as his hand touches your arm. 

You look up at him, your pupils blown wide. He doesn't know what he's doing, except that he does , and that may even be worse. 

"Let me help you with that," his voice sounds wrecked even to him. He can feel you shudder under his caress as his hand brushes over your arm and stomach before resting between your legs. 

You gasp as he pulls your underwear to the side and slides his fingers between your slick folds. Marc suppresses a groan, his cock twitching in his boxers just by feeling how wet you are. His fingers circle your clit lazily and your hips buck towards his touch in response. 

"Don't tease me," you whine as your fingers dig into his chest and shoulder, holding on for dear life. Marc knows he shouldn't laugh at your predicament but he can't stop himself from chuckling. He loves seeing you like this, so eager for his touch. He wasn't allowed much; he didn't deserve much. But this? This he could have, this he could give you. And how he loves giving it to you. 

"M-Marc." 

The way you moan his name might be one of his favorite sounds. It makes him feel wanted, like you could need him just as much as he needs you. 

"Yes baby? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Do you want my fingers?" 

Slowly Marc teases your entrance with his middle finger, his thumb still drawing lazy circles around your clit. He wants to go easy on you, to give you anything you want but he needs to hear you say it. Not just because listening to you tell him the things you want him to do to you gets him going like nothing else. Marc needs to know what he is allowed to do, how far he is allowed to go and what is only reserved for your actual boyfriends he just so happens to share a body with. 

"Yes please," you beg, your voice shaking already only from the promise of him fucking you with his fingers, "Please fuck me."

As soon as the words leave your mouth Marc presses his finger into you slowly. Your slick eases him in with no resistance. Whatever you had been dreaming about left you so aroused he could easily slip two fingers in immediately. 

For one painful moment the thought of you dreaming about being in bed with Jake or Steven makes his heart clench before he shakes it off in favor of focusing on the way you bend and writhe beneath him, eagerly chasing his touch. 

He adds another finger, his thumb still stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time. His fingers curl inside of you, seeking that spot that will make you see stars. Marc watches you intently as he fingerfucks you slowly, steadily, while your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. You look so beautiful like this; he could watch you forever and never tire of the sight. 

He knows he hit the spot he was looking for when a startled moan escapes your lips, your hips eagerly grinding against his hand. "There you go. Feels good, doesn't it?" You nod frantically, your eyelids fluttering in a desperate attempt to establish eye contact. As he stills his movements, his fingers remaining inside your wet heat, you finally manage to open your eyes and look at him. You look wrecked, heated skin glistening with sweat, eyes dark with lust. Marc could cum right now just from the sight of you. 

"Please," you whimper, your pussy clenching around his thick fingers, "I need more."

"One more? I can give you one more finger, baby," he coos, ready to give you whatever you want. You shake your head in response. 

"No, I need-" 

You turn your head to the side, hiding your beautiful face from his sight. 

"Don't hide from me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

Marc leans forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"I'll make you feel so good, you just have to use your words," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. You swallow hard and after a moment of consideration you turn your head back to face him. Marc didn’t move an inch, your faces so close he could feel your shuddering breath against his skin. His gaze drops to your beautiful lips just as your tongue swipes across them. His cock, which he had largely ignored in favor of focusing on your pleasure, gives another interested twitch in his boxers as the image of you with your lips wrapped around his length flashes in his mind.

“Please fuck me, Marc.”

Your voice rips him out of his fantasies. It takes a moment for your words to register in his mind before he grins cheekily as he continues to fuck you slowly with his fingers. “I am. Or is there something else you want?” He asks sincerely, his grin softening into an encouraging smile. Your groan of frustration turns into a drawn-out moan as Marc once again hits your g-spot. 

“Your cock- I need your cock, please,” you beg with your hands still clinging to him in an unsuccessful attempt to pull him over you. 

Marc groans; hearing you beg makes him feel light-headed, almost drunk but so much better. “You’re so good, telling me what you want,” he praises you while he removes his fingers from your pussy, “I’ll give you my cock, baby. I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

Marc watches as you quickly wiggle out of your underwear, kicking it gracelessly off of you as it bunches up at your ankles. Like a predator Marc is crawling over you, caging you in under his massive frame as you turn to lay on your back. With your underwear out of the way you’ve decided to help out Marc with his own. He hisses as your fingers brush over his aching cock trapped under the irritating piece of cloth. You hesitate and look at him with worry in your eyes. Carefully Marc gets up on his knees, his strong arms no longer caging you in, and pulls down his boxers just enough to free his thick cock. 

He wraps his hand around his length, giving it a few cursory strokes, precum gathering at the slit. “You want this, baby?” he asks as he bends down again, the hand not gripping his cock digging into the mattress next to your head. Marc drags his cock between your folds lazily, his precum mixing with your slick. 

You gasp at the feeling, nodding furiously. “Yes! Please fuck me,” you beg and it takes all of his willpower not to immediately bury his cock inside you. With all the restraint he can muster Marc eases himself into you, inch by inch. He's desperately trying to muffle his groan between his clenched teeth as he pushes his cock into your welcoming heat, torturously slow, until he is fully sheathed inside of you. 

Marc doesn't move further, making sure you're getting used to his size and girth, taking ragged breaths to calm himself. You writhe underneath him, your hands holding onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh and your face twisted in pleasure. He wants you to grab him harder, to sink your nails into his skin, to leave marks all over him. He wants to look at himself in the mirror and see the evidence of your time together, of the way he can make you feel, the way he can make you lose control. 

You tilt your pelvis upwards, urging him to move with a soft grunt. The hand not holding himself steady grabs your hips. He shushes you quietly. "Patience, baby. I'll give you what you need," he chastizes you before he starts thrusting into you languidly. The way your walls grip him tightly, as if your cunt never wants to let him go, makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. He's not going to be able to keep up this slow pace for long, his restraint diminishing with every flutter of your cunt around him. 

Marc wants to fuck you just the way you like it, just like you want it, like you've always wanted it with him: hard, fast, taking you to that edge and pushing you over again and again, fucking you through multiple orgasms until you loose your mind with pleasure. 

He wants you to want him or at least want what he can do for you, how he can make you feel. Any reason Marc can give you to keep him in your life, that's all that matters. He can't have you but he can't lose you either. 

The languid roll of his hips grinds to a halt; in response you let out a displeased whine, your fingers digging almost painfully into his skin, urging him to continue, to go faster, deeper. He hushes you, one of his hands blindly grabbing a pillow while the hand that rests on your hip lifts you up just enough for him to stuff the pillow under you. “Trust me,” he murmurs, his voice rough from trying to hold back his own moans as your elevated hips let him push even deeper into you with ease. “Feels good, yeah?” he asks with a groan when he feels your cunt contract around his cock. Through heavy breathing you give him a short sound of confirmation as you enjoy the way Marc is filling you.

Once his length is buried to the hilt inside of you, Marc continues to slowly fuck you again. With every moan leaving your pretty mouth his thrusts increase in speed until he is pounding into you mercilessly. The way you clench around him with every drag of his cock against your walls makes his head spin. Marc’s usual composure is completely shattered; all he can think of is how desperately he wants to make you come, how badly he wants to make this good for you, to be good for you. 

Still not satisfied with your current position, Marc grabs the underside of your knees and pushes your legs up over his shoulders. Gently he pushes your legs back towards your body, almost folding you in half. You gasp as Marc's face hovers over yours, your lips parted slightly just begging to be kissed. His hands grab your thighs tightly as he resumes his brutal pace, his cock driving into your wet heat, aiming for the spot that makes your head spin. 

You're so close to him. Marc had never tried this position with you before and now everything feels too intimate. His eyes find yours. Your pupils are blown with lust and all Marc can think about is how beautiful you are, how he wants to stay like this forever, how he desperately wants to kiss you. He wants to bury himself inside of you and never leave. He wants your arms around him, holding him close. He wants to hear you say that he's doing good, that he is good. For you. 

Your moans, your hands pawing at his chest, your pussy quivering around him - all of that isn’t enough.

His gaze is unwavering as he pounds his cock into you. Between heavy breaths he asks: "Is this good? Am I-" He stops himself before he continues babbling, embarrassed that he needs this, that he needs you to tell him these things, to take care of him.

He is supposed to take care of you. He is supposed to be the one in control, the one to give you mind-blowing pleasure while your actual boyfriends rest in their part of the headspace. 

He can't hold back a whimper when he feels your hands travel upwards and cup his face. You pull him down so all he can see is your gorgeous eyes looking back at him with such warmth it makes his heart ache.

"You're so good for me, Marc. Fucking me so good," you whisper and his breath catches in his throat, "You feel so good inside me, stretching and filling me up like you were made for it."

His head drops to yours, foreheads touching, like he is a puppet and you just cut the strings that held him up. Your praise is making him lose control, his hips snapping against you in a frantic rhythm. "That's it," you coo as your hands let go of his face and grab the hair at the back of his head instead, "Keep going. Make me come on your cock, Marc."

He nods again, unintentionally rubbing his face against yours with the motion. Your mouth is so close to his, he can almost taste you. 

"Y-Yes, fuck-" he groans before he takes the plunge and captures your lips with his. You moan into each other's mouth as your lips connect in a heated kiss. 

Marc lets go of one of your legs, instead pushing his hands right where you're connected to rub your swollen clit. Your pussy quivers around his cock and he can feel you are slowly reaching your climax. Doubling his efforts he rubs your sensitive nub in rhythm with the thrusts of his cock, your lips still locked in a passionate kiss. 

Marc knows he won't be able to hold off his own orgasm much longer, the feeling of you too potent. You pull him in like a siren to his death and he would gladly sink for you. He would do anything for you, because of one simple truth: he loves you. 

It echoes like a cacophony in his head, repeating again and again until it's all he can think. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

When he feels you come undone around his throbbing cock that's when Marc lets himself come too. With a raspy groan he spills his seed deep inside of you. 

After he takes a moment to collect himself Marc slips out of you carefully, watching his spend leak out of your cunt. Before he can lean back and climb off of you, you stop him, your hands gripping his neck and pulling him back into another kiss. 

This kiss feels different. It's not a passionate slide of lips, a heated clash of tongues. No, this kiss is deliberate and soft. Marc melts against you, eyes slipping shut to just focus on the feeling. 

He can feel you smile against his lips before you pull back. Looking at you through hooded eyes he is stunned by how radiant you look even while sweat-soaked with hair clinging to your skin. 

"I love you too."

Marc freezes, unsure if he heard you right. 

"What?" 

You roll your eyes with a grin on your face before you press a short, soft kiss against his lips. 

"I love you too, Marc Spector."

I love you. 

He said it. He told you right there with your pussy clenched around his cock so tight he could hardly think straight. He didn't mean to. He did realize-

You play with his hair as he comes to terms with what had happened. 

"But what about Steven? And Jake?" he asks, his voice so small he can barely recognize himself. 

"I love them too," you tell him like it's the easiest thing in the world. And maybe it is for you.

"But I'm-" 

"An amazing man. Someone who cares a lot and wants to protect people in need. Someone who is way too hard on himself," you cut him off. With a cheeky grin you add: "And someone who is phenomenal in bed."

He lets out a ragged breath. "And you're sure you're-" 

"Yes, I am sure I love you. Now cuddle with me. Someone fucked me so good I don't think I can get up anytime soon."

Marc can't help but laugh at this. The weight on his heart has finally lifted and while he still doesn't quite believe you he nods and proceeds to hold you close in the afterglow of your shared orgasm. 

You would talk about this later but for now Marc could rely on one simple truth:

Marc Spector is in love with you. And maybe you're in love with him too. 

(You are.)

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Songs the Ninjago Fandom is Sleeping on.

Okay so while I do art there's only so much my chronic pain ridden hands can produce and so animatics/animations aren't really in my wheelhouse BUT I have a bunch of ideas and songs that the Ninjago fandom should use + some ideas that yall can totally use (@ me or send them to me though if you do cause I want to see them)

The Songs in question (it's be song-artist btw):

Always Gold-Radical Face: Is literally a perfect song for Wu and Garmadon, like it's literally about two opposite brothers treading wildly different paths like what more could you want

Brutus- The Buttress: Yall please I am begging that someone does something with this song relating to Morro's hatred/jealousy towards Lloyd because this song is absolutely perfect for it! Lines such as "-and if you want I'll call you king but why do I lie awake each night thinking "instead of you it should be me"" and "Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy, I to have a destiny" there are so many more but I'll let yall do the rest of the work (Also you could kinda do it with Wu and Garmadon but ehhhh)

Human Enough- ONR: This could work for multiple of the characters if you ask me but if you ship anyone with Zane or Pixal the song could totally work those two them specifically cause it talks about the singers partner/love interest being "made perfect" and idk we need more Pixal content soooo. Honestly any of the characters that get de-human-ed (for longer than one episode) would do great with this song, like Cole in his ghost arc, Nya after Seabound or Garmadon at like any point in the story. Line examples: "Cause you are made of perfect stars and I was built from broken parts" and "I'm not human enough to love yo right now/ I'm not human enough to cry or cry for" are my personal favorites.

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)-Will Wood: Lloyd, Sora or Wu (Specifically the young version of him from the Spinjitzu Brothers books) song about the weight of the world being on your shoulders and not knowing what to do and like the consequences of actions and fun stuff like that

Easier- Crane Wives: Misako, like seriously so many Crane Wives songs work well for this woman because A) her whole attempt to change destiny or B) Her failure as a mother and you know the whole kinda cheating on her husband thing, but this one specifically cause it's a song about leaving someone behind and feeling bad while also not being able to stay. Lyrics such as "If you woke and I was gone from the house that we made our home would it bend yo, break you, overtake your heart?" and "I won't move but I can't stay here. So what the hell am I supposed to do?" and "If I were someone else, would this be easier?"

Stranglers Fig- This could definitely be a Cole (specifically relating to his father and dance backstory) or Kai song, many of the lyrics involve someone being pushed to do more and more and finally snapping because they've done everything they can and there's nothing left but their desire to be better. Lyrics "You bult your kingdom around me, now I'm trapped within your walls and all I want is to be free" and "Climb me to the canopy, higher, higher 'till there's nothing left of me." and "You're the culprit so don't blame me."

And that's all for tonight cause I'm tired BUT I will be posting a couple more of these cause I have a bunch of these floating in my brain and I'd love it if some of these idea's inspire people. I really wish I could do it myself but chronic pain is a bitch so instead I'll throw it out for yall to try out! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night! Peace out!

[miasmaghoul]

im tired and sad so have 1.7k of aeon/dew hurt/comfort ft light angst and f e e l i n g s

(rated explicit for a somewhat dubious handjob)

Sleeping on the bus has proven to be a challenge for Aeon.

The motion is soothing for some, likes waves on the sand, but for the first two weeks all Aeon could focus on was his lumpy mattress and every bump they hit. The exhaustion eventually set in, though, and when you're tired enough it's easy to sleep though damn near anything.

It helps that things get familiar after a while. The movement feels less like a disruption and more like gentle rocking, the mechanical sound of the bus fading into little more than white noise. By week three, the only thing that can wake Aeon is his phone alarm.

And, apparently, Dew crawling into his bunk in the middle of the night.

He was quiet about it, Aeon hadn't heard a thing, but the bunks are small. Cramped. It's hard not to be jostled awake when someone joins you unexpectedly, no matter how subtle they try to be about it.

Aeon doesn't know how late it is, but he was deep enough asleep that he can't find his voice. Instead, he blinks at Dew, bleary and confused. Trying to process, to focus. Dew, for his part, doesn't say anything either. He simply molds himself to Aeon's side and nuzzles into his shoulder. Rests a hand on his stomach, just above the hem of his shirt. It's so...new.

It's not that the pair of them haven't had their share of encounters, but never anything like this. It's always been frenzied, rushed. Filled with frantic desire that needed an outlet, always right after a show. Dew has never slept with him, has never come to him with anything approaching softness, and between that and the haze still clouding his mind, Aeon doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

He settles on wrapping an arm around Dew, asking in a thick voice,

"Wha's up?"

Dew says nothing, now fiddling with the drawstring of Aeon's pajama pants. (They're his favorite ones - purple cotton, decorated with monkeys and bananas, a road gift from Aether.) He tries again, and after a moment Dew heaves a small sigh. He won't offer anything further, thought, and Aeon doesn't pry. He's so tired, automatically rubbing small circles into Dew's back and deciding that any questions can wait until his brain is working again.

Aeon hums when Dew snuggles closer, chuffing out a soft laugh when Dew presses his nose to neck and breathes him in. He's so warm, so close, and Aeon feels himself starting to drift off. Cozy and peaceful.

That is, of course, right up until Dew's lithe fingers slip right underneath his waistband to pet at his soft cock.

Aeon gasps, jolts, but Dew doesn't seem to notice. His sleepy brain struggles to process everything - Dew's hand slowly but surely working him up, Dew's nose at his throat, those long legs tangled with his own under his thin blanket.

"Dew?" He only manages to slur the name out when Dew wraps that hot hand around him and begins to stroke. They're tight pulls, designed to hit every sensitive spot and get him leaking pre in no time.

"Shh," Dew finally speaks - more of a hiss, really - soft lips at the juncture of Aeon's shoulder. "Just...just let me do this, okay?"

It's a bad idea, he's pretty sure. Why, he doesn't know, but something in the back of Aeon's head tells him so. Warns that this isn't something he should allow, that he should tell Dew to stop.

Dew thumbs over the tip, and against his better judgement, Aeon doesn't stop him. Doesn't even try, can't. Not when that elegant hand works him so expertly. Everything's hazy, syrupy slow, and as much as Aeon feels like it's wrong...fuck does it feel good.

Dew doesn't so much move from his spot, plastered to his side with his face buried in Aeon's throat. Breathing. Not even kissing, just measured inhales and shaky sighs. He can't help the way his hips move, jerking up into Dew's skilled hand as he's dragged far too quickly to an orgasm his body and mind really aren't prepared for.

"Close," he gasps, more of a realization than a warning, eyes flying open to focus on the barely-lit imagine of Dew milking him under the covers.

Dew doesn't so much as groan in response, simply adds a delicate twist of the wrist and before Aeon knows it he's biting his lips shut to hold back his moan as he spills in his pants, dribbling over Dew's knuckles and into his own happy trail.

Dew holds him through it, until the very last twitch, and then suddenly that warmth at his side vanishes. In a blink, the little ghoul is gone, back to his own bunk with quiet steps.

Aeon stares at the ceiling, still coming down, and in the absence of Dew's warmth he can feel that the collar of his shirt is wet. So's his neck, right where Dew had planted himself. He groans as he wipes at the moisture, figuring it's spit, but even in his addled state he knows it's the wrong consistency. Aeon frowns, licks the fluid from his fingers and - his phone screen lights up, grabbing his limited attention, and he fumbles for it with a deep yawn. It takes him a long moment to make out what's on the too-bright screen.

It's a pair of texts. From Dew. Just a handful of words, but they speak volumes. D: you smell like aether D: im so sorry

All at once, the tears on his tongue make sense.

Aeon rolls from his bunk without hesitation, knees wobbly and body heavy. He slowly follows the track lighting on the bus floor two rows down, stumbling as they hit a bump. Dew's curtain is pulled, but Aeon doesn't give it more than a moment of thought before he's tugging it to the side and peering inside.

The sight makes his stomach twist.

Dew's facing the far wall, curled into the tightest ball he can manage, wracked with fine shivers. The softest sniffles emanates from his tiny form, and something in Aeon's chest goes unbearably tight.

He doesn't say a word, doesn't ask or warn. Simply crawls into the cramped space, awkwardly draws the curtain shut, and presses himself flush to Dew's back. Wraps an arm around his slight waist and holds him tight. Presses a kiss into soft hair that smells of cinnamon, burnt sugar and fresh sweat.

He knows it's bad when Dew doesn't try to push him away.

Aeon holds him until the shakes pass, until his body relaxes. Waits until Dew straightens his legs and heaves a deep sigh.

"'m sorry," he finally breathes, barely audible over the rumble of the bus, but Aeon hears it clear as day.

"'s okay," he murmurs, thought he really isn't sure that it is. His brain is swiss cheese, muddled with exhaustion and the last dregs of his unexpected orgasm. He can worry about that later, though. "Wanna talk about it?"

Dew sniffs, shakes his head, but then pauses. Seems to consider. Then he's moving, squirming until Aeon lifts his arm and shifts back, finally turning to face him. The bunk is dark, but Aeon can still make out the molten copper of Dew's eyes, as well as the moisture lining them while Dew settles in against him. While he tangles their legs and balls both fists in Aeon's shirt.

"I just," his voice sounds so small, threaded with pain and frustration, "I just...I feel so fuckin' stupid."

Aeon wraps a gangly arm around him again, rubs his back, and with a soft sob Dew's tears start to fall once more. He clings to Aeon like he's terrified he'll disappear, and Aeon shuffles closer in response. Until he can rest his forehead against Dew's and soothe him with soft sounds.

"You really miss him, huh?"

Dew laughs through a sob, a hysterical sound, and Aeon decides that talking can wait.

He moves away, just a little, and Dew seems to panic. He paws at him, grips his shirt, but Aeon just slips a gentle hand into the little ghoul's hair and kisses his forehead.

"I'm not leaving, don't worry," he assures, soft and so sleepy. Dew gulps, breathing heavy through his mouth, but nods after a moment. Lets Aeon shift onto his back, lets him rest his head on the pillow and haul Dew to his side. "Here," he says, gesturing at his neck, "if it helps, you can-"

Dew doesn't wait for him to finish, burying his face in Aeon's neck and inhaling like he's starved for air. His exhale is stilted, choked, but something in the little ghoul seems to relax with each deep breath. The tension laced through every inch of him slowly fades, but Aeon can still feel his tears soaking into his shirt. He doesn't mention it.

Soon enough, Dew's breathing evens out. He's warm and loose, one leg hooked over Aeon's thigh and an arm tight around his waist. He feels so much smaller like this, Aeon thinks. So much more vulnerable than he should. He'll probably deny this ever happened, claim that Aeon was seeing things, but that's alright.

Soft snores kick up while Aeon's still staring at the ceiling, and finally he lets himself relax enough for sleep to tug at his own lids. In the morning, whether Dew likes it or not, they'll talk about this. He'll make sure Dew knows that he always has a place at his side, if he needs it. Until he can get back to the one he really wants.

For now, he can be a stopgap. For now, that will have to be enough.

For the both of them.

Aeon presses a kiss to Dew's hair, and when sleep finally takes hold again, he swears a soft voice says thank you.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

William Rex Chapter 12

 WARNING! The following story contains gruesome murder and mentions of drugs.

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Victor: "Are you ready to stand by his beautiful solitude....his fate?"

Kate: "William's...fate."

----FLASHBACK-----

Liam: "The 'cursed ones' are those who are cursed from the moment they come into this world."

Kate: "Cursed human?"

Liam: "Yes. We are born to commit crimes and destined to face a tragic end."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Kate: "....What is it?"

Victor: " 'He is doomed by his own vehemence.' ......'The Self-righteousness King' is so decreed."

Kate: "I wonder if the destruction caused by the severity of the situation....is it a self-inflicted wound or something like that?"

Victor: "That may be so. We won't really know what exactly it is until the end of our lives."

(I bet there are a lot of people who wish for William's demise)

(If it weren't for him, these people would have been able to do their evil deeds without being judged by anyone)

(Still, if the other party is 'evil' to William, he will strike back!)

(I still can't imagine protecting William like that)

But he who sins and scoops people up out of darkness, but received nothing in return, meets a sad end....

As soon as I imagined that moment, my heart ached terribly.

Kate: "I'm not sure if I'm prepared to be there for him, and 'protect' doesn't quite fit the bill either...."

------Options------

If I can help.

While I'm around.

If I could.

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Kate: "I hope I can help him in any way.....I'd like to."

Victor: ".......Thank you. I'm glad to hear that."

Victor: "It's a terrible thing to ask someone if they're ready to accept a fate that isn't even theirs."

Victor: "That's the end of the story! How about a magic trick to cheer us up?"

Victor smiled in a playful tone as he clapped his hands together.

I relax, knowing that he is concerned about me not worrying too much.

(He looks like a different person than before. Victor is like a man with two faces)

Kate: "Yes! But.....please don't throw knives at me."

Victor: "Of course not! Miss Kate. I can't hurt your beautiful body. Then please give me one of those playing cards-----"

The night darkness was approaching in the peaceful twilight.

.........

Then midnight soon arrived.

We left the castle at midnight in the dark of a moonless night and headed for the Marquis' mansion.

Mr. Roger and Master Elbert went to the back of the mansion, in order to kill the sound of footsteps.

I go with William, Liam and Ellis to the main gate to get in.

Liam: "Roger said he heard a lot of people awake earlier, right?"

Ellis: "I wonder if they're beefing up security......I'll take a look."

Ellis leaps into the air with a plop and landed lightly on the fence.

(Wow..amazing physical ability....!)

William: ".....It may not be simple security personnel, I suppose."

Kate: "Eh.....?"

William: "........."

William's usual smile disappeared and he seemed to be thinking about something.

I stare at the cold, deadly expression on his face, which makes even the late-night air feel warm.

(The crime he is about to commit is to prevent the 'butterfly', who tramples on freedom, from hurting any more people)

(I don't believe that an honest reason can excuse a crime. But......)

(No matter what, I have to see it. I absolutely do not want to do something that would impinge on something beautiful)

(Because William himself understands the gravity of his crime better than anyone else)

I took a deep breath to release my tension.

Ellis: "....I'm back."

Ellis returns from the other side of the fence, landing lightly on the ground with a thud.

Liam: "How did it go?"

Ellis: "Hmm.....it looked like they're waiting for a guest, I think?"

Kate: "Guest....?"

William: "........."

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The front gate opened from the inside with a heavy thud.

Liam and Ellis: ".......!"

William: "Kate, get behind me."

The person who appeared from inside was a man who looked like a butler.

Butler: "Count William Rex. My Lord has been waiting for your arrival."

(Waiting....for William?)

William: "I don't recall receiving an invitation."

Liam: "Was the information leaked to the other side?"

Kate: ".....If so, there is a chance, this might be a trap."

Ellis: "What do you gonna do, Will?"

William: "I accept your invitation. I have no intention of fleeing and it would be convenient if you would invite me in."

(.....Is this really going to be okay?)

When remembering the way William was thinking about something just a few moments ago, I swallowed my doubts.

I am sure he has already guessed what the enemy is planning to do and is trying to play along.

(Besides....it's not every day that a crisis, no matter what it is, can be disadvantageous with the power of William...)

Butler: "The Marquis will be pleased. .....Pardon me for my rudness, but may I ask who this young lady is?"

William: "....She's my partner. I want you to treat her politely."

Butler: "Understood. Please bring her along with you."

While sheltering me, William and I go through the gate.

Just as Liam and Ellis were about to follow us, the gate closed on them with a loud thud.

(Eh......!?)

When I looked back, I noticed the two of them surrounded by guards on the other side of the gate.

Butler: "I regret to inform you that the Marquis only welcomes Lord Rex. The rest of you will have to stay outside."

(Liam, Ellis.....!)

William: "Don't worry, they will be fine."

William: "It's....better for them, if they aren't on the field."

............

We were shown into the dining room, where a luxurious dinner had been prepared.

It was as if we had been invited to a dinner party, even though we had come here to assassinate someone. It feels uncomfortable.

Well-dressed noble: "Welcome, Count Rex."

William: ".....Marquis of Avalus."

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William: ".....Marquis of Avalus."

(This is the person.....who is trying to revive the 'golden butterfly')

A person who was born with many things discarded many things and rose to power.

The confidence almost arrogant, oozes from his well-dressed body.

Avalus: "Well, have a seat."

William: ".........."

William did not take the seat when urged to do so.

He looks around at the furnishings of the room, knowingly ignoring the rules of etiquette. He even looks out of the window.

Avalus: "......Tsk."

The Marquis of Avalus sits down in his chair, looking annoyed.

He tapped the armrest with his caterpillar-like thick fingers and grinned with a scheming smile.

(I have....a bad feeling about this)

Avalus: "I know what you mean. You are angry that our drugs are higher than they used to be aren't you?"

(Eh.....?)

Avalus: "Times are worse now than they were in the heyday of the Golden Butterfly."

Avalus: "With the revolutionaries starting to raid the East End, finding labor is not as easy as it used to be."

Avalus: "Whether you are a filthy pauper or not, you will be blamed if you buy or sell. It's a terrible time we live in. You understand that, don't you?"

William: "......"

(What is he talking about....!? You are making it sound like William is an accomplice to the butterfly.....!)

I stare in disbelief at the Marquis, who is trying to make up an impossible story.

(Is this a trap? But what good would it do to the Marquis to make WIlliam the root of all-cause?)

(I don't want.....to be at a disadvantage by saying something bad as long as William, who is listening to all of this, doesn't say anything)

Avalus: "Well, it's not good for us to see you on the blacklist, since you were instrumental in the resurrection of the Golden Butterfly."

(What!?....Is this guy saying that William brought back the 'butterfly'....!?)

Avalus: "Let's go about our business as usual."

Avalus: "What we're asking you is to make a reasonable investment to bring the price down."

Avalus: "If you can get us additional labor, we can lower our selling price. The 'Butterfly' are also good at human trafficking....Ah!"

Avalus: "Why don't you drug those activists you know so well and use them as your tools?"

Avalus: "That's why you're getting along with them, isn't it?"

(W-What are you saying!)

Avalus: "I've always said that I'm sick and tired of these mean-spirited people who only speak up for their rights without fulfilling their duties."

Avalus: "Now that the 'Butterfly' has been revived, I will not let these lowly people do anything more. I will not hesitate to cooperate with you!"

Avalus: "Life is precious. But sometimes sacrifices must be made for the sake of national order. Ah, Count Rex."

Every time the Marquis opens his mouth, it seems to hit my nerves, and anger and resentment well up in me.

(To say that William's reason for loving those who seek freedom is to 'use them as tools'....?)

(How dare you....!)

Kate: "Why are you letting him say all of this....I can't tolerate this anymore...."

I looked at William and gasped.

The expression on his face was so cold that it made me tremble deep inside with fear.

William: "Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it."

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Avalus: "......!?"

A single sentence from William causes Avalus to shudder.

William: "You've been in hiding for the last few years, but now you've come out of hiding....who tempted you?"

William: "It would have been better for you if you had stayed hiding."

Avalus: "Nn.....Fufu..HAHAHAHA!"

Avalus was frightened for a moment but then immediately laughed out loud.

Avalus: "Well, it's none of your business. Anyways....' It's time for dinner' !"

(Is that some kind of signal...?)

When Marquis shouted loudly, as if calling for someone, I reflexively alerted myself.

But there seemed to be no response to his 'signal' other than the silence of the still night.

Kate: ".....?"

Avalus: "W-What....'I-It's time of di---!' "

William: "....How pitiful."

It was William's turn to smile at the sight of the impatient man.

William: "Do you not realize that you, a man of your stature, who has been crawling around in the political world with your cunning, were being used?"

(Being used....?)

William's words stuck in my mind, but I didn't have time to gather my thoughts.

William: "It was my fault that I couldn't crush you before and allowed you to resurrect the 'butterfly' ."

William: "Looks like I didn't have enough poison.....to shut you down completely."

Avalus: "H-Hey! Get hold of this guy!!"

The Marquis rushes to call for his guards, but-----

In front of William's ability, they were powerless.

William: " 'Stay where you are' "

At William's command, everyone freezes in place.

I myself stood like a statue, just staring at the scene.

William: ".....Now, shall we begin the trial?"

William: "But there is no need for evidence or witnesses. There is no rebuttal, no room for objection."

William: "I am the law here."

Slowly walking up to the Marquis, William declares in a humming tone.

Avalus: "Nn...Mm....."

Avalus's breathing, drawn by fear, becomes more labored with each step William takes.

William: "The sins you have committed have just been revealed to us. You said it all yourself."

(What the Marquis described as William's sins....are the very sins he has committed)

(To enrich their own pockets pretending to be a necessary sacrifice for the nation)

(They want to bring back the 'butterfly'.....and return to the old days when life and liberty were trampled upon and tolerated)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Skinny boy: "Give it to me! give it to me! We made it, we deserve a little something!"

Director: "Hey you! Take him away!"

William: "Where is the boy who was screaming just now?"

Director: "Temporarily in the 'junkyard'. It would be great if we could sell the body to a surgeon who wants it, but it's in such a bad shape."

William: "Just like the old times, right down to the last detail."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(....Unforgivable)

(No one should be allowed to go unpunished for such a crime)

The weight of the life of the little girl who lost all her cries for help in my arms that day comes back to life.

(He is the one responsible for it)

Such intense hatred overflowed from the back of my throat....

(.....! I.....)

As soon as the target of hatred appeared in front of me, I became afraid of the murderous intent that had sprung up.

Anxiety. I thought I was standing in a position of goodness.

I was standing on the boundary between right and wrong which I was about to overstep.

(If I don't stop...William from killing the Marquis)

(Will I feel happy...?)

William: "Verdict: Guilty. He shall atone for his sins by death."

William: "Beautiful knives. Looks like you do take care of your utensils..."

William: "This one looks dull. This one should do it."

William picks up a silver knife from the table.

He reached the Marquis, who was hyperventilating and convulsing, and gently put it in his hand.

The Marquis's face grows pale with an expression that is neither fear nor anger.

William: " 'Slit your throat....as slowly as possible.' "

 ｡⋆｡˚🦋˚｡⋆｡

A fierce scream could be heard echoing through the mansion.

A short time until his death passes, and the Marquis's body collapses into a pool of blood.

A loud noise came from the next room.

William: "....."

William glanced toward the noise but did not investigate further and instead looked at the guards.

William: " 'Crucify the Marquis on the dinner table' "

Guards: "Y-Y-Yes....!"

Guards: "Please forgive us....P-Please f-forgive us....!"

The ordered guards fearfully secure the Marquis's limbs to the table with knives and forks.

William: "....What an ugly specimen for a 'butterfly'."

William's profile looking down at the corpse crucified like an insect, was as beautiful and cold as ever.

(This is his sin. The price he bears to protect those he loves)

(William has been guilty of this....many times)

The 'happiness' that I was worried about didn't spring up even in the slightest.

I was frozen in fear witnessing such gruesome maneuvers.

William: "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Roger, can you hear me?"

William: "Evacuate the Marchioness and his children. As quietly as possible so as not to be seen."

The words 'Marchioness' and 'children' joggled my mind and it brought me back to reality.

Kate: ".....H-He....He has a family....in this mansion....?"

William: "....Yes, my sweet robin. Even this man, who has trampled upon many lives, has an innocent family."

William: "Of course, until now for every 'evil' we've killed....they'll had family, friends, and loved ones."

William: "Most of them do not know their wrongdoings and therefore do not know why they were killed."

William: "Of course they have no way in knowing who killed them. Our mission is 'a state secret'."

William: "Not knowing whom to hate, healing the misplaced anger and grief over time...."

William: "Some people take it to their graves."

William: "Such a terrible story, right?"

William says 'terrible' but laughs as if he doesn't know what it meant.

William: "There is no righteousness in the act of taking a human life, no matter what the purpose. It tramples on dignity and deprives people of their freedom forever."

William: "Sin is always a sin."

William, the man responsible for this blood-soaked spectacle is not offended but remains in a good mood.

His 'evil' is engraved deeper and deeper in my heart.

William: "If you can't forgive me for my sins, then you can take your knife and kill me."

Chapter 13

[9r7g5h]

Take My Hand

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: G

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The entirety of their relationship, it's Izuku offering his hand to Katsuki, waiting for him to take it.

Words: 1,045

The entirety of their relationship, it's Izuku offering his hand to Katsuki, waiting for him to take it. It takes a long time for him to do so, because initially he misunderstands - he sees that hand as weakness, as pity, as being looked down upon, instead of the love and kindness and adoration it really represents.

As they grow, however, as Katsuki becomes a less emotionally constipated bastard and actually understands what that hand means, he's able to take it. Takes it in rivalry, takes it in friendship, takes it in love, just so happy and thankful that he has Izuku and can hold him like this. That that hand is always offered to him.

But one habit he can never break is being the first to let go. Never being the first to reach out. He's the one who determines how long they hold hands for, and whether it's just habit or his pride or some deep seated issue he hasn't been able to break, it's something that continues long after he knows just how much he loves Izuku. Not that Izuku minds; they hold hands exactly the perfect amount, he points out with a smile, and is happy to accept whatever Katsuki will give him while he works on it.

And Katsuki does try, a couple of times. His hand itches to reach out and take Izuku's, while they're walking through the mall or on patrol or just sitting together at home, but for some reason he just can't. That little switch in his brain won't flip, and while eventually Izuku offers his, and then he can take it without an issue, he hates that he can't be the one to make the first move.

But then they're fighting, and the fight goes bad. It's a combination of everything wrong that could be - they're already tired from a triple patrol, awake for almost 48 hours without a break because this shit had been coordinated to drain them; there were more villains than they had been told about, so many more; the quirks weren't the ones they were expecting, faulty intel that left them scrambling in the middle of the fight to try and regroup and find a way to win.

It was almost as bad as the League, three months of this crap all culminating in this final showdown that was targeted at just the two of them, at this attempt to bring down the Symbols of Peace and Victory.

They won, because of course they did, there was no way some shitty extras were going to make them lose. But it comes with a cost. It always fucking does.

That cost is Katsuki on his knees, one arm wrapped around Izuku to hold him as close as possible, for the first time reaching out for his hand. "Don't let go of my hand, Deku." It's an order and a plea, and Katsuki is shamelessly begging as for the first time he says those words. Because for the first time he isn't going to be the first one to let go, not this time - the wound's too deep for any field dressing to do any good, he can hear the sounds of the paramedics, little Eri (not so little anymore as a sidekick with some rescue agency) is on her way and will save the day.

Izuku just smiles up at him. Gives his hand one long, tight squeeze. For the first and last time, lets go first.

When Izuku wakes up three days later, in the same hospital where he knows half the staff by name and is on nickname basis with the others, he's not alone. Katsuki is asleep in the chair beside him, hunched over uncomfortably so he can rest his head right next to Izuku's knee. Instinctively Izuku goes to reach for Katsuki's hand, to lock their fingers together so he feels a little more grounded, a little bit less alone, but is stopped by just how heavy his hand feels.

Even in sleep, Katsuki had refused to let go of his hand.

Izuku will get the standard scolding when Katsuki wakes up. "Take better care of your shitty bones, they're already weak enough. Stop trying to be the youngest pro hero to land up in a retirement home because you can't take care of yourself after you blast off all your limbs. Stop giving me a heart attack." Just like always. And just like always, Izuku will apologize, promise to take care of himself better from now on, though they both know what the outcome will be if it comes down to himself and a civilian's life.

But unlike always, Katsuki keeps reaching out. He reaches for Izuku's hand, to caress his face, lifts him bodily from the bed so he can slide in under him, resettling Izuku in his lap so he's wrapped around him like a vine. When they leave the hospital, the moment they're both settled into the car, the agency driver pulling out to take them home, Katsuki is the first to reach out, needing to feel the heat and weight of Izuku's hand in his own.

He's still the first to let go; they both have their own litany of nightmares, more than enough to keep a therapist well paid on them alone, but feeling Izuku's hand slip from his own, as simple as it was, was probably the worst. It doesn't matter that the rescue heroes showed up literally seconds later, that Eri was able to undo the worst of it all and her mentor was able to restart his heart, less than a minute total without him. Every moment stretched beyond what he had lived, the meaning of time lost in those precious seconds that he didn't have him alive and by his side and fuck if he was ever going to experience a single moment of that again. So he still lets go first. He has to.

But he reaches out just as often now, pulls Izuku close instead of just letting Izuku reach for him, an equilibrium between them as their fingers link and bridge the gap they can't close in public.

That horrible moment might have been the first time he reached out, but it wasn't the last.

[END]

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[allfandoms-writings]

Task Force 141 and how late they sleep in

Ghost ― no one has ever actually seen or heard this man sleep. (Gaz has a running joke that Simon is a vampire because of it.) His room is always silent, no matter what time it is, but that's because Simon is a chronic insomniac. He can never sleep for more than four hours at a time (even then that's spotty) before he wakes up for an hour or two and goes back to bed. The only time he ever actually sleeps is when he's doped up on painkillers if he's injured himself on a mission. (Bones and Soap can attest they thought he had died in a hospital bed once because the man slept for thirteen hours straight without moving.)

Soap ― he's the one who actually ends up waking everyone up. He's such an early bird his internal clock goes off the moment sunlight peeks through any window (which is usually 5:30-6 depending on where they're at) and he is so loud in the morning. He has no self awareness and just makes so much noise making a bowl of cereal in the morning.

Gaz ― I like to think this man rises whenever he feels like it. Fell asleep early? Guess he's getting up at seven. Passed out at two in the morning? You won't see him until noon. Gaz is one of those people who sleeps until his body thinks he's had enough. It could be two hours, it could be fourteen you never know.

Price ― just stay away from his room. If there's no mission you bet your ass he's sleeping in all day. He's got blackout curtains for this exact reason and you know he's sleeping good because you can hear him through the door. Ghost has almost murdered him a time or two because the man snores like a god damn bear.

Alejandro ― is not an early bird. At all. Try to touch this man before ten and he's throwing you into a wall and screaming at you in Spanish. It's not a pretty sight on the receiving end, but it's hilarious to watch if you're a bystander.

Rudolfo ― also an early bird, but he's nice about it. He likes to lay in bed for a good thirty minutes before he actually gets up out of bed. Unlike Soap, he's quiet when he rises. He's one of the early birds who likes to rise and enjoy the peaceful silence, so he'll make a cup of coffee and sit in the kitchen waiting for everyone else to wake up.

Bones ― is also an insomniac like Simon, but not as bad. Bones has a habit of waking up throughout the night as a bad habit in her teens, but she'll only stay awake for a few minutes and then falls back asleep. While Bones complains about not wanting to wake up early, her internal clock wakes her around 7 or 8 and she'll lay in bed for a good hour before getting up.

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Not me writing something no one asked for. Anyways, the Mc/reader isn't an adult, but they are originally from the modern world. The MC has a sibling/sisterly bond with the Tempesta girls. This is also all platonic.

As you sleep with Grim curled by your side, thousands of memories swirl through through you mind. One memory in particular repeats itself, the last thing you recall before arriving to the Twisted Wonderland.

In your memory, you sit by the window in you quarters on the Great Royal Fortune, the very name of the sailing frigate amuses you due to Royal Fortune naming said ship after herself. The words of said brunette-haired pirate wishing you a good night as she retreated to her own room echo in your mind. Footsteps slowly approach your door, just before you could stand, the wooden door creaks open allowing a familiar blue-haired ghost ship in.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now, MC."

You look to Mary Celeste, wondering why she's up. Mary seems to sense your confusion, she smiles softly.

"Nightmares have been keeping me up lately. I... Well, you know me and fire don't mix well."

Mary sighs, you quickly respond,

"I see, are you alright?"

You tilt your head slightly, Mary softly smiles and nods.

"Yeah... Sometimes I forget I'm a seaborne ghost and not just a ship. I may be old compared to you, but those scars are still very young."

Mary speaks, the emotions in her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her mind. You decide to tell her why you weren't sleeping.

"I couldn't sleep either, the storm we went through while fighting the Si- I mean, the Echo Fleet has me on edge. I thought I'd count the stars to try and fall asleep, just like counting sheep."

Mary softly chuckles at your words, she leaves your quarters for a few moments leaving you confused. The ghost ship returns quickly with a small and light wooden chair, most likely from her quarters.

"Mind if I join you?"

You nod as Mary hands you the blanket off your bed to ensure your body isn't chilled by her ghostly presence. You wrap your blanket around your shoulders as Mary soon sits beside you, the two of you counting stars together until you slip into a peaceful slumber, Mary having fallen asleep a few minutes after sitting down with you.

Every part of you misses the chaos, small fights, and joy aboard the Great Royal Fortune. Mary chasing Whydah around, Adventure Galley being her grumpy self, São Martinho watching the waves for danger, Golden Hind making new business plans, and Royal Fortune cheerfully talking your ear off while happily guiding the large sailing frigate through the vast ocean.

Before you can reminisce any further, you feel something poking and prodding at your face, and Grim's voice soon echoing throughout the room.

"Hench-human! Wake up! You have to feed me my tuna! I don't want to go to school without food. I won't become the greatest mage on an empty stomach!"

Grim yowls as you slowly awaken, softly yawning.

"I know, I know... I'm awake, Grim. Let me get changed and I'll feed you."

You reply as Grim rushes to the kitchen. You soon begin changing into your school, but you pause when you see something in the pants pocket of your old clothes, the clothing you were wearing when you arrived to Twisted Wonderland.

You reach your hand into the pocket and pull out the golden compass Royal Fortune had given you, the very item brings back both good and bad memories. You place the compass down to finish changing into your uniform, as soon as your finished you place the small object into your pocket and head to the kitchen where Grim is waiting impatiently.

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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in your arms || aether, bennett, chongyun

masterlist characters: aether, bennett, chongyun genre: fluff summary: in which their s/o is in desperately need of cuddles. notes: ah i miss cuddles :(( if you can't tell from how i write cuddling, i'm big on physical affection like hugs and stuff. can't do that now tho :( also, hun is a petname i use like... all the time. idk man, i just really like it :D

aether -

i feel like this boy gives some of the best cuddles.

i like to think he's the "older" twin out of the two.

on the coldest nights of their adventures, him and lumine would cuddle up next to each other next to a fire to keep warm (platonically of course).

if you're in teyvat after he's lost his sister, he'd put everything into those cuddles.

he misses her so much and he hates the idea that one day, you'll be gone too.

although he held high statuses in both mondstadt and liyue, aether still preferred to camp outside the city limits.

something about the calm and quiet outdoors brought peace to the otherworldy traveler.

and you never really minded it.

as long as you were able to be next to him, you were content with any living condition.

luckily, it never really affected your nightly cuddles with the blond :)

one day you both split up to handle separate commissions, right?

one brought him all the way to mondstadt while yours required you to head to liyue.

this commission, however, was one you didn't particularly enjoy.

it wasn't because you couldn't handle, because of course you could.

in fact, it was purely because of the neverending stress building on top of you.

so once your commission was complete, you definitely were in need of some good ol' aether cuddles.

you waited for him by your usual spot, the aching feeling in your chest growing more unbearable as time went on.

until eventually--

"(name)! sorry, did you wait long?"

"we brought you some food to make up for it!"

the familiar voices of of your beloved traveler and his emergency food companion called out to you from down the path.

aether was running over to you with paimon in tow.

and you, desperately wanting to wrap your arms around him, ran over to him and met him halfway down the path.

before he could talk again, you had already jumped into him and were squeezing him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"wh-whoa! (name)?"

instinctively, he'd wrap his arms around you.

he wouldn't need to ask about how your commission was, he could already tell by how tight your grip was around him.

"c'mere."

he'd pat his hands on your legs, signalling for you to jump up into his arms.

and, of course, you do.

he still needs to set up your tent and all, but he doesn't want to let you go either...

next best plan? just build the tent with you in his arms.

it'd take him longer than it normally would since he was busy holding you, but he'd get it done.

paimon definitely wants to tease the two of you, but she'll save that for tomorrow when you're feeling better :)

once paimon disappears to wherever she goes, it's just you and aether in your tent beneath the moonlight.

you're both accustomed to the hard floor beneath your tent, but that never mattered.

all that mattered was that the two of you were together.

if you're still awake, he'll whisper some stories of how his day was and what happened during his commission.

i like to think his go-to position for cuddling would be the honeymoon hug?

i mean, like i said before, cuddling is something that reassures him that you won't be leaving anytime soon.

so something like that type of cuddling where your both holding each other is his absolute favorite.

but if you're in need of comfort, he'd be laying on his back with you on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you close to him.

he likes to talk to you, surprisingly.

i mean, we've seen how quiet this boy is.

but with you, he'll talk to you even after you've fallen asleep.

"i know today's been kind of rough on you, hun... i hope just being here with me, holding you close to me, is enough to help comfort you."

bennett -

bennett... has absolutely no experience in cuddling whatsoever.

you'd have to be the one to help him out.

he's always afraid something will go wrong due to his bad luck that he's tried his best to stay away from intimate things like that.

plus, he's also very energetic and jittery so cuddling isn't something that's crossed his mind to begin with.

you'd be the one to show him all of the different positions you could do, include those where you're just sitting next to each other.

he's definitely touchy since he's never experienced this before.

still kinda hesitant though because of his luck ://

he needs a lot of reassurance from you before he even thinks about fully cuddling in his sleep.

in fact, a lot of the time it'd be you who's cuddling him after a bad day.

i think his favorite position before fully allowing himself to cuddle would be ones with lingering touches.

like a simple arm slung over the shoulder and your legs crossing each others' in your sleep.

those small gestures.

but once he's used to cuddling...

he loves the idea of having you hold onto him while sleeping.

kinda like the sweetheart cradle with you being the one to hold him.

he just needs that reassurance that you're okay with him and his luck won't do anything to change that.

but sometimes you need to be cuddled too.

you're day has been rough, what with the countless things you needed to do that day (be it because of procrastination, schedule mishaps, etc.)

you'll head towards the adventurer's guild in search of bennett.

his dads all know you, of course, so whoever meets up with you takes him to wherever he is.

you wouldn't need to say a lot to bennett for him to know something's up.

probably just a small hum or murmur would be enough to clue him in.

you'd drape yourself over his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and digging your nose into his neck.

he'd jump for a moment, thinking someone else knocked into him because of his luck.

but then he realizes you and he relaxes.

he'd bring his hands up to rub your arm, hearing your muffled whines as he does so.

his dads would already notice you're having a bad day, so they don't say anything that'll disturb you two.

honestly? bennett would probably want to cuddle with you right then and there.

he's not one to get embarrassed too quickly, so he wouldn't mind.

but his dads bring up a good point that you both should probably be resting in an appropriate bed instead of the floor or a bench.

so the two of you would head home as soon as you could!

bennett would talk your ear off about his adventures that day.

if you don't wanna talk, he can do enough for the both of you!

anyway, you'd both head home and jump into bed as soon as you can.

he'd instinctively go to your standard position but then he remembers that you're in need of some well deserved cuddles.

so instead, he'll be the one to hold you close.

he'd let you rest your head on his shoulder or chest.

you could trace the scars running up and down his arms.

he'd rub your back lightly while talking about his adventures again.

he'd tell you tales of the mare jivari he's heard.

and when you're off to sleep, the stress leaving your system, he'd continue to rub his hand along your back.

"how about tomorrow we go on an adventure? just me and you. we could do whatever we want to get your mind off of things..."

chongyun -

this poor boy doesn't cuddle a lot!!!

he's gotta stay cold, y'know?

as much as he'd love to just wrap his arms around you all night, he can't...

but he will try!

he'd definitely try to push himself near the beginning of the relationship.

i'm talking forcing himself to cuddle all night, no matter how hot it gets.

but, as the loving s/o you are, you tell him that it's okay he can't do the full body cuddles like other people.

but he still wants that touch, even if it's a little.

his cuddles are the ones where only a certain body part is touching the other.

like his arm is up against yours or your legs are touching.

those types.

he feels bad he can't do more though :((

he for sure owns those cooling blankets, even if it isn't for cuddling.

if you're under one of those, it's more likely for him to try and give you a hug as you both drift off.

he'd eventually separate from the hug if he's feeling too hot.

and as much as you're okay with those small cuddles with fleeting touches, there are times where you just need a good cuddle full of hugs.

he'd come home from another day of trying to exorcise evil spirits, wanting to simply fall into bed where he knows it's nice and cool.

he'd greet you once he walks into your bedroom but he'd notice...

you're wrapped up in your blanket and hugging your pillow tight, acknowledging his entrance with a simple nod.

he doesn't know what's causing you to feel upset or stressed, but that doesn't really matter anyway.

he'd hop into bed right next to you, slowly unwrapping your body from the blanket.

you're still clutching onto your pillow once the blanket is gone.

he'd have to turn you over for him to even be able to look at you.

you're resting your cheek on top of your pillow while looking up at him with tired eyes.

he'll cup your cheek with his hand, smiling softly when you nuzzle into his cold palm.

he would stay on top of the sheets while you're lower body is tucked underneath it.

he'll rub his thumb along your skin, watching as your eyelids flutter every now and then.

"have you been awake long?"

you shake your head.

"i see... come here."

he'd open up his arms, a gesture you hadn't seen for a long time.

this one, however, was different.

he didn't have a forced smile on his face and his arms weren't tense like before.

this time, he had that soft smile you'd always see when you two are enjoying popsicles together and his arms were relaxed.

you'd scooch over the bed, tossing your pillow behind you as you nuzzle into his chest.

he'd let out a quiet chuckle before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sorry i don't do this often."

"...it's okay. i like our cuddles no matter what."

"but you deserve this every once and a while."

you'd just hum in response, smiling at the feeling of his thumb rubbing your skin.

he won't talk as much as the other two, opting to keep the calm silence in your room.

you could hear his quiet breaths and his heart beating in his chest.

and you fall asleep to it, the feeling of his arms around your body permanently marked on your skin.

"i normally... get too hot when we cuddle like this. but now... it's feels really nice."

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Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)

Night Two

05/25/2021

Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: hormones, sex during pregnancy, fingering, vaginal sex, slight dom!August, dirty talk, language

Summary: In the middle of her second trimester, Mrs Walker is a hormonal mess. One night, she finds herself in dire need of release, but August just won't wake.

A/N: Next part of the sequel coming right up and things are getting a little steamy...

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“August?”

Expectantly she listened into the silence. Nothing. Well, at least if one didn’t count his steady breathing and the rolling of the waves in the distance.

“August,” she tried again, a little louder this time. But still he didn’t move. Measuring her options, she watched his face in the pale moonlight that fell through the open windows. He looked so peaceful, and she envied him his deep slumber. How was he not even sweating in this clammy heat?

Finally, the curtains swayed in a breeze of night air, making her hope for a little refreshment, but it only brought more of the sweltering humidity. With a thud, her head fell back into the pillows, underlined by a frustrated sigh. Slowly her hands drifted over the already rather prominent bump that had once been a delightfully squishy part of her body.

“You know this is really only your fault, right? As if the bloody nausea hadn’t been enough in the first place, now you decide to torture me with everlasting horniness instead. Is it too early to say that you’re taking after your father completely?”

But instead of an answer, another gush of wind rolled over her sensitive skin, the sensation alone enough to make her moan as it coaxed another wave of desire to roll through her. This was insufferable, she thought, as she propped herself up on one elbow again. Why wouldn’t he just wake up? At every other time, he picked up on her horny state with the precision of a bloodhound. Damned be his stupid sound sleep.

She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. She would most likely regret this and in the end it would probably hurt her more than him. But desperate times demanded desperate measures, and by now she was willing to do almost anything if he only tended to her need and got his dick inside of her promptly.

“August!” she almost yelled and with a swish, her hand cut through the thick air until it came down on his cheek with a harsh slap.

Roaring at the top of his lungs he was wide awake in an instant. And before she could fathom what was happening, she found herself on her back, wrists pressed into the pillow next to her head by his strong hands, furious eyes glaring down at her wildly.

“You’re lucky you’re carrying my child, woman, or you might have found yourself bend over my knees by now to receive your adequate punishment.”

She could feel her walls clench violently around nothing by the mere thought of him having his way with her like that. And before she even had the chance to hold it back, a needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much.” She bit her lip again and it didn’t escape her notice how his grip on her loosened a bit, his eyes softening equally upon her eagerness.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

She nodded, shooting him a perfect pair of doe eyes. “Bloody hormones won’t let me sleep, Augie.”

With a huff, more of the tension left his body. “At least that would explain why you thought it wise to slap me awake.”

“What else was I supposed to do? I did try the nice way, but you just wouldn’t wake up and my panties are literally soaked.”

He growled lowly in the back of his throat, making her clench even harder.

“Are they now?”

Careful not to put his weight onto her body, he clutched both of her wrists in just one hand. He grinned smugly and she knew immediately that she was in trouble. The best kind of trouble. And while she still couldn’t believe that her ludicrous plan had actually worked, his free hand dipped down between her legs without a warning, forcing them apart to grant him better access. Lazily, he dragged his fingers through her folds, stirring the fire inside of her with minimal effort.

“Now that’s disappointing.” What? Having expected his praise, those words of displeasure made her heart fall instantly. But he wasn’t done scolding her, yet. “First you hit me like a bloody lunatic and now you have the audacity to lie to my face so shamelessly, princess?”

“I’m not lying,” she croaked, feeling utterly sorry for herself as she saw her chances for satisfaction dwindle, “My juices are practically flowing over.”

But August’s face stayed unreadable, giving her no hint at all where this was going.

“Oh, no doubt about that,” he finally stated after a long minute of silence.

Wrinkling her forehead in confusion, she was forced to watch helplessly as his face came closer. She could already feel his searing breath on her lips, closing her eyes in anticipation of a redeeming kiss, when he turned his head only the fraction of an inch before contact and dove down into the crook of her neck.

“But your panties aren’t soaked at all, princess, because actually, you’re not wearing any.”

The hunger in his impossibly low voice would have been enough to make her dizzy, but when he bit down on her neck with purpose her body reacted of its own accord. Her back arched violently, pressing herself into him while a deep moan told of her want for more. And when she suddenly felt his fingertips press into her entrance, she knew that his whole act of disappointment had simply been for show. A distraction, so that he -

Oh God, his fingers were filling her so perfectly. Deeper and deeper he sank into her until he was buried three knuckles deep. With a gasp her eyes flew open again and she almost missed his next sentence above the white noise that rushed in her ears.

“You know, you’re really lucky, my painfully aroused angel. Because your sweet little pussy is far too wet to worry about such minor details now.”

His fingers had picked up a steady pace, sliding in and out of her sensitive womanhood pointedly. It was a good start, she thought, but by far not enough to sate her craving. As always, he enjoyed teasing her more than anything. But unlike every other time, tonight she wasn’t in the mood for his teasing, not in the agonising state she was in.

“August, please,” she whimpered. “You promised to make it better, not worse.”

Unimpressed by her words, he continued his slow ministrations, his mouth nipping and sucking its way from her shoulder to her ear.

“You must be mistaken,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft spot right underneath her ear that made her shiver. “I can’t remember making a promise like that at any point.”

Another wave of frustration took hold of her as her brain registered his repeated rejection. Straining against his tight grip, she was practically begging by now.

“Please, I…”

“Say it!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

No, she wouldn’t let him have this triumph, even if he chose to deny her the satisfaction she longed for because of her disobedience. In that case she would have to tend to herself, but under no circumstance would she let him tease her anymo - oh.

Holy shit. She didn’t know how this was possible, but it somehow had escaped her notice altogether that his head had abandoned its spot next to hers and had dipped down to pay his attention to one of her oversensitive breasts. And before she would lose her mind completely, she cried out in a state of utter desperation.

“I need you to fuck me, August. Please. Let me feel your hard cock deep inside of me or I’ll go insane.”

In the blink of an eye he stopped, his hands and mouth retreating as soon as she had finally said the words, giving her some time to calm down a little.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, princess, was it?” he whispered smugly. “Now let me deliver you from your agony.”

Her senses still in overdrive, she felt too weak to even move, but that didn’t matter anyway because, as always, August took care of her. Gently he moved her around until her body moulded into his perfectly. His warm chest lay against her back, his arm offering her a comfortable place to rest her head, and soon she could feel the claiming press of his promisingly hard length. With no effort at all, he sank into her, and finally, finally the excruciating unease inside of her ebbed away.

“Shit, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, darling.” His hot breath fanned across her neck, setting her on fire.

“I’ve also never been this pregnant and this horny before,” she moaned, her hand finding his on the cool sheets, entwining her fingers with his as he slowly started to move.

“Don’t worry. I promise we’re going to change one of these two in no time.”

And eager to keep his promise, his free hand dove down to the junction of her thighs, granting himself access to her bud. Carefully he pressed down, opting for drawing slow, deliberate circles. She was so hypersensitive as of lately and he was determined not to overdo it like last time. But judging from her elaborated breaths and the tell-tale sounds that fell from her sweet mouth, she was enjoying herself genuinely.

“August.” His name rolled over her lips with a shiver while his mouth tended to the sweet spot on her neck. Argus-eyed, he monitored every movement, every noise she made. Her relief was all that mattered to him now. But the first beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead, triggering his worry in mere seconds.

“Should we stop?”

“No!” she almost cried out as if she was in pain. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

And as soon as she had uttered the words, she could feel the eagerly-awaited tension inside of her build. Every thrust, every kiss he left on her overheated skin, every groan that rolled through his chest brought her closer, pushing her closer towards deliverance. And when she finally passed the point of no return, she turned her head to find his lips while the redeeming pleasure rolled over her enraptured body. And just when she thought she would pass out from all the bliss, she could feel his response.

He was sure that she had never climaxed this hard, her walls gripping him so tightly that the sensation caught him completely off guard. Speeding up his hips, he allowed himself to give in as well. And while his mind gradually clouded over, he grabbed her belly possessively in his last moment of clarity and for the first time, he could feel a sign of the life that was growing inside of her.

Part 3

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