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jiecomic · 12 days ago

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Chapter 7.5- Bon appetite

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Jie had too little energy to teleport to her home. She was currently sitting in some alley thinking about some stuff, mostly about Spider Queen.

Jie didn't expect herself to be moved by seeing her, she thought that she had already closed this chapter of her life. But meeting Spider Queen reminded her of who she was before... a greedy, merciless demon who cared only about herself.

She hoped to forget and start everything once again, but if Spider Queen haven't changed all this years... maybe she's the same too?

What is going to happen when she get the mirror blade back?

For some reason she looked closely at her hand, still remembering the feeling she had when MK hugged her. How could she even think of that person at that moment?!

Still... because of that the memories which were once blurry now became vivid... Jie remembered the warmth and happiness and laughter of those she cherished, which she foolishly lost because of her past mistakes.

Jie sighed loudly and hide her head between her arms, her tail curving around her waist. Normally she would transform into her human disguise but she was too weak, so she hoped that at least no one will see her now in that state.

" I wonder if Monkey Boy is safe..." she muttered to herself, then remembered about the Monkey King, who she was supposed to prepare dish for " there's no way I'll get to him in my state... hope he won't be angry..."

"Why would I?"

Speak of the devil.

Jie looked up to see her master flying on his cloud with his arms crossed and a grim on his face.

" Master?" She blinked twice from surprise "What are you doing here?"

" Oh don't be so humble! I know what you've done you tricky fox..." He stated after jumping on the ground with his eyebrows furrowed

" I'm so-

" and I'm impressed!"

Huh?

" When I saw you going into the spider Queen's lair I thought 'she's gonna die!' BUT YOU DIDN'T!" He stroked her hair with his hand " And I need to admit! Never thought that you're such a trickster!- and..."

He stopped when he noticed her ears laying on her head and her eyes looking somewhere far away.

" Hey! Don't be gloomy when I'm prising you!" He said pocking her forehand

" Ah! Sorry Master!" Jie was now focusing on him, but her ears were still down, which made her look like a sad puppy

" You're okay?" Wukong asked

Jie opened her mouth to say that she's fine but she hesitated, was lying to the great sage really a good idea?

" Am I a bad person?"

"..."

Wukong was taken aback by this question, where did it even come from? He would rather avoid answering to that, but Jie was looking at him with her ruby eyes with such a hope, that he couldn't ignore it.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head, creating the sentence in his head.

"I don't know" he spoke with his eyes closed " I only met you like a few months before and I don't know you well enough to give you an answer"

Jie's face started to fall deeper into the sleeves of her dress, but Monkey King didn't finish.

"BUT... thinking about how you clean my house, how you take care of my monkeys, how you help me in training MK and how you help him and his friends in need... as far as I know all those are the good things" he smiled crouching before her

He didn't knew what Jie was thinking of what he said, but her ears had slowly turned back to normal and that was a good sign.

„ So... about my lunch..." Monkey started looking around in search for something

Jie's eyes widened and her tail together with ears stood up.

" OH CRUMBS!- I left the ingredients at the market!" She screamed clapping her face with one hand

" Want to go back for them?"

" Not really..." She sighed, thinking for a while " Say... are there many fruits on the flower fruit mountain?"

"Hmm..?"

Monkey King had completely NO IDEA what was Jie planning. He took her with him to the Flower Fruit mountain where she made a strange request:

" Can monkeys bring me some of their favourite food?"

He had no idea what she meant but decided to trust her with that, so he ordered all his monkeys to bring their favourite snacks to the cave.

The moment in which Jie entered the kitchen was the last when Monkey King saw her for an hour.

He only saw his monkeys entering the house and picking out of window, but whenever he tried to sneak in HIS OWN MONKEYS where starting to yell at him.

So he sat on the fallen pilar listening to the sound of chopping ingredients while sniffing their smell.

He was hungry! But Jie asked him not to eat any peaches (which was his whole menu) till the dish will be ready.

When he asked her to make him lunch he didn't know he will have to go through such torment! He simply wanted to keep Jie busy, cause he wasn't happy with her hanging with MK alone, not till she would earn his full trust!

Well but this day was really strange.

Monkey King was sure that Jie won't do anything that could risk her life, she made it clear from the start. But still she was fighting Spider Queen to help MK out... maybe she wasn't as selfish as he had thought... and as she thinks?

"Bon appétite!"

Monkey King didn't even notice when his servant came to him with the bowl.

" FINALLY!" He took the bowl without looking at it " I tough I was going to starve to death!" 'Even though I'm immortal'

" Sorry, it was hard to use your kitchen... you don't use it often right?"

" Of course not! I'm THE KING, I have servants for this" he pointed at her

Jie chuckled a little. It was then when Wukong had finally glanced into his bowl to see this incredible, long waited, exclusive dish, which was-

"... salad?"

" Fruit salad" Jie corrected her master while sitting on the ground with monkeys, some jumped on her head

" wow... A fruit salad... not like I don't eat enough fruits or something..." Wukong mumbled not knowing if he wants to show his disappointment or not

" Just try, those guys have been helping me a lot you know" she pointed at the monkeys who were sitting around her waiting for their king to give them a proper opinion of their efforts

With all of them (Jie included) looking at him with big sparks in their eyes Monkey King had no other choice...

He got the chopsticks and took a piece of cut fruit from the bowl, feeling the growing tension he started sweating a little.

" Do you guys have to look at me like that?!" He yelled at Jie and monkeys

" AH! Sorry..." Jie apologised looking down at her feet, same the monkeys

" If it tastes bad you will have to do my laundry twice a week"

" Wait!"

It was too late, the piece was already in the mouth of the Monkey King, who was chewing it for a while and then swallowed it with a loud gulp.

All this time he was sitting quietly on the pillar with his eyes closed, when Jie was ready to put the second laundry to her schedule her master continued eating in a very high speed as if he was in hurry.

After few more bites he looked at Jie smiling.

" Change of plans- from now one you're going to make me a meal twice a week!" With that he continued eating, his monkeys joined him (all of them had their own little bowls)

Jie was not so happy about one more chore, but somehow seeing all the monkeys enjoying her meal didn't feel bad at all.

" Gah! Guys where are your manners!" Suddenly Monkey King spoke looking at Jie who was sitting on the ground with nothing to eat " Hope you have something cause I'm not sharing!" He added toward the demoness

" Yes I did myself something too!" With that Jie pulled out a plate which was laying on her tail before

" Is that... fried egg?" He looked at her with one eyebrow raised

A little blush appeared on Jie's cheeks

" I'm better at preparing simple dishes, ok?" She muttered taking an aggressive bite

Monkey King laughed a little at her face, it was funny to see her make other expression than her normal- cold ones. And he didn't remember when was the last time he had eaten together with someone, Jie felt quite the same.

For a long time Monkey King was trying to make Jie expose her secret recipe, but the demoness was only cutting him with " The true chef never reveals his secrets!"

Of course the secret was peaches, but hush!

When Monkey King finished his bowl he laid on the pillar relaxing with his monkeys.

Jie was not sure if she could, but there was one simple thing she had to talk with him about...

" Em... Master?" She started awkwardly

"Hmm...?" Wukong opened his one eye to see his servant

" There is this one thing that I would like you to help me with"

'Now THAT'S interesting!' Thought Monkey King "What is it?"

" There is something... really important to me which I lost a thousand years before"

" Well that's bad"

" And recently I found it"

" That's good"

" But to get it back I might need your help"

Jie waited for a while to hear Monkey King's answer

" What do you need?" He asked

" Something what is as valuable as the weapon made by celestials..."

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#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lmk mk #lmk au #fox servant #jie #lmk sun wukong

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theskeletonprior · 1 month ago

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The Second: Slow 'n' Steady???

This is a casual little writing challenge to get myself into a habit, perhaps, or if not, to get some words from the meat of my brain to the pulp of the page. All of my stories for this challenge are set in the world of RAVENOT, and if you're curious, you can take a look at my WIP intro right here. And if you're really keen, you can read the first chapter (sort of a pilot as I toil) right here! Now onto the daily ramble.

It's been a slow start to the day today, but yesterday was pretty successful. I find that it's often the case that the first few days of any challenge are fruitful, but the real test comes midway through. For me, there will be some difficulty, this week, as Friday-Sunday are my working hours (what a trial, I know!). There won't be much time to write, then, so I'm not sure that my 5k for the week will come through like I hope. But it's only Wednesday, so we'll see. Yesterday I clocked a cool 980 words, and didn't attempt to flog out any more, which feels like good progress to me. Something that I often do, which helps, is that at the end of each night of the challenge, I'll try to write the next part, wherever I left off, by hand, before I go to bed that night. Then not only does my subconscious eat away at it through the night, but also I find I'm able to make adjustments and notice new storytelling pathways as I transcribe it onto my device of choosing. This month, I'm trying out Ellipsus, which I was about to say good things about, and likely still will, though I did run into a slight hitch while changing devices. (Changing devices, you see, is a key part of my writing strategy. I write on my laptop, on my desktop with the mechanical keyboard, and by hand.) But it's a minor gripe--it took a little longer than I expected to get the passcode to login. Other than that little hiccup, though, it's been working well. The interface is sleek, but intuitive, you can export your work to a pdf if you like. I thought sharing was a little bit cumbersome, as you have to create a new draft for others to be able to leave comments, but it still beats the pants off Google Docs, so far. I especially like the focus mode, which gets rid of pesky eye-catches that might interrupt your flow. Also, no one is making me say nice things about Ellipsus, I just thought I'd give them a go after they were so adamantly opposed to the use of generative AI. All told, second day's looking just dandy, despite how slow I've been to sit and write. Please behold an excerpt from yesterday.

"Stop!" Hadan shouted out, finding his voice small, thin as a child's in the dark. "Be not afraid," the Risen's answer was shatteringly strident and clarion-clear. They raised their hands, mailed in black, and the movement was enough for Hadan. He flinched, and let his arrow fly. The Risen didn't move, as if it knew before the arrow was loosed that it would fall short of the mark. Hadan fumbled for his quiver, unable to take his eyes off the still form of the intruder, who had yet to lower their hands. They were dressed in black from top to toe, as if they'd been cut loose from the shadows to walk free amongst the living. It was difficult to make out their face in the darkness of their hood, but Hadan did not miss the sight of a longsword at their waist, restful in its sheath. "Not another step!" "I have ta'en none." Hadan nocked an arrow. "I won't miss this time, wise arse," he warned, picking a mark in the centre of that black hood. "Pick another place!" "I cannot," the Risen said, "for I am Ravenot." If Hadan's blood had been running cold before, he felt it now as though the ice in his veins was splintering. He couldn't see well enough in the dark to look for the recognizable signs. Even his little town had heard the name Ravenot, and knew that the dead thing that bore it wore a tabard with a balanced scales, struck through from shoulder to hip. That it carried with it a blade and bell and trumpet, and that it went where the living could never dare, and did what even the risen dead could not. He couldn't bring himself to relax, for he knew that the Risen could lie just as well as the living could. What if this was some kind of trick, so that he'd let it in, and once he did, it would mean nothing but peril for the souls of all who dwelled here?

Until next time! Taglist: @rosieartsie @void-botanist @carmillasboywife

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#The Prior's Pretty Chill Writing Challenge #wip: RAVENOT

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sanemislittledemon · 10 months ago

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My Ghost King

He Xuan was ' rescued ' from ghost city by Shi Qingxuan and Xie Lian after Hua Cheng beat the shit out of him while still pretending to be the Earth Master Ming YI, he comes back to the Nether Water Manor to recuperate and you are more than happy to help him

He Xuan X chubby reader

cw: not sfw minors dni

It's another boring day alone at Nether Water Manor. it's always like this since He Xuan is always in heaven pretending to be the Earth Master, it's hard being a ghost kings' girlfriend especially as a mortal. But he was so tragic when we right met, he still is but he's doing a lot better these few years they've spent together. " I'M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS " Y/N yells frustration making her face a fiery red ' it's been 6 mouths this time since Y/N seen that man, she's going to give me a good beating when he gets home but at least she can go and come as she pleases through his barrier, so it hasn't been too bad.

Suddenly she heard knocking from the front door and ran as fast as she could thinking maybe it was, He Xuan but when he opened the door it wasn't him.

It was a man dressed all in red, he's long black hair covering most of his back with a bright red pearl in a single short braid. The face of the man was sharp as any blade with a black eyepatch on one eye. the man might be cold and unpleasant to most people, but he's always been respectful to me these years I've been on Black Water Island. I still don't understand if its fake kindness or not.

" Lord Crimson Rain Sought Flower what are you doing here? Where's He Xuan? " Y/N asks the man in red

Hua Cheng sighed " Black Water should be here shortly, I had to injure him a little bit to keep heaven out of our business "

What did he mean injure is He Xuan okay? with worry spread across her face it was easy for Hua Cheng to see through her " he's okay, just a little roughed up " he started then continued with " there's no need to worry about him, I just wanted in inform you I'll be on my way " Hua Cheng finished and started to turn away but Y/N said " wait Lord Hua Cheng " The man turned back to look at her with a raised eyebrow " umm... I heard you found His Highness the Crown Prince of Xianle, I'm so happy for you and pray that things go well for you both " Y/N finished with a smile. Hua Cheng was shocked for a moment then he just simply nodded his head and disappeared leaving her at the door like he was never even there.

then there was a raspy pained voice behind her " What are you doing standing at the door like that? "

Her blood ran hot for a second hearing that voice then she turned around and saw a figure sitting with his back to the far wall. He's wearing mostly muted colors that is covered in crimson and slash marks. The man is still tragically beautiful with his hair pulled back in a high ponytail, skin as white it's almost translucent, sharp jaw and eyes just as striking, and they are cold ' gorgeous " She thought

It took Y/N a moment to snap out of her trance before slamming the door shut and running over to the man on the floor " He Xuan! " She exclaimed loudly in panic kneeling on the floor beside of him and frantically checking over his injuries. He Xuan sighed and said, " I'm fine, I'll heal soon enough " but there were tears in the girls' eyes " He Xuan, you idiot! you left for 6 months and now come back injured? " He Xuan was shocked " you do know I'm the one that got e'ming slashes all over my body, right? " He said

" Well next time I'll ask Lord Hua Cheng to do worse!" She replied

When she was finished checking over his wounds she sighed ' nothing looks to bad ' she thought

" Come on let's get you into bed " Y/N says as she's trying to pull the man off the floor, when he finally stands, she starts to walk up the massive staircase to the second floor where their bedroom is. Y/N pushes the door open and walks them both to the bed that they both fall down on with a sigh. " I know how much your revenge means to you but if you get this injured again Lord Hua Cheng can keep you " She mumbled

Y/N got off the bed and helped the ghost king out of his cut up robes and started to treat his wounds even though He Xuan said she didn't need to, but it felt wrong not too. She went to get some water and a clean washcloth to clean the blood off the man's skin, we she walked back into the room He Xuan was sitting up in the bed. Y/N's heart began to race and her face started to flush. The man was beautiful, how was a man like this with some ugly mortal like her she'll never know.

Y/N finally walks over to the man, she sets the bowl down, wets the rag and goes to work cleaning him up. Her hand roamed his body over every cut, he may be very skinny and his body is solid she wants to touch more of him " Why are your hands shaking? " He asks his voice makes her jump and her head shoots up to his sharp cold eyes, she swears she can see the waters of Black Water Demon Lair in those eyes. It's been so long since she's seen the man in front of her and she's incredibly nervous, mouth dry and the place between are thighs getting wetter by the second. His eyes are burrowing into her like he can see right into her soul, He Xuan put his hand over hers that was still on his chest " What's wrong? " He Xuan asked again clearly concerned about her, He could feel the heat radiating off her flushed skin.

Y/N didn't know what to say she couldn't possibly tell him how much seeing him like this made heat pool in her stomach, how much she needed him after so long apart especially with him injured. Y/N tensed by when she suddenly felt a hand press to her forehead and his low calming but slightly cold voice " Are you sick? you mortals are so fragile " he said with a sigh. She quickly jerks back, almost falling back on her butt when she frantically says " N-No I'm not sick, J-Just let me hurry and clean you " Without looking at his face she gets back to work. He Xuan was eyeing her clearing confused and says " move so I can take my pants off " Hearing this her heart almost stopped " W-What? " She asks voice breaking with her nervousness. He Xuan's only reply was that there were wounds there to so Y/N quickly moved so he could remove them, she didn't dare all ahead of her as he sat back down and just kept her eyes down to his thighs making quick work of the few cuts there.

" D-Done " She says frantically trying to move away from the man and off the floor, being between his thighs like that was almost too much. But she felt a hand reach out to grab hers, stopping her in her tracks. The hand moved to the area of her upper chest where her heart is feeling it beating and a look of realization crosses his ghostly handsome face. The ghost king pulls her to him still on her knees, she looked up at the man and was immediately pulled into a deep and desperate kiss. Their lips locked together in a power struggle that made her moan into the kiss. He Xuan's lips felt so cold against her warm ones, everything about this man was cold but that didn't stop her she loved him with everything she had. He was beautifully tragic in every way but the love they shared wasn't tragic at all, it was beautiful. Y/N felt a tear falling down her cheeks landing on her full breasts. When He Xuan saw this, he broke the kiss to lean down and let his tongue slide over her heated skin licking the tear away. Y/N shivered at the feeling the movement made her bump into something solid and big, ripping a low groan out of the man.

When Y/N finally dared to look down she saw his hard leaking cock that was pressed against his stomach, then looked back to his dark eyes with his pupils blown wide and a look like all he wanted to do was impale her on that hard appendage. The man wanted to ruin her and she knew it, she would let him " He Xuan? " a question that ripped him out of his head back to the women in front of him.

The man just simply puts one hand gently on the back of her head, that's all it takes for her to understand and she leans forward lightly licking a bead of precum that was dripping from the tip. He Xuan groaned at the feeling before she finally buts the tip on her mouth giving it I light suck " Fuck " he breathed making Y/N smile around him and take him into her mouth deeper soon she was bobbing her hand slowing on his shaft, feeling it throb in her mouth. After a while like this Y/N couldn't take it anymore and reached down between her legs to part her glistening lips to touch her clit, letting out a moan that vibrated through He Xuan's cock making him grip her hair and let out another low moan deep in his throat. At this moan a shiver went through her heated body and Y/N's fingers sped upon her clit. He Xuan threw his head back at a hard suck that almost made his body feel alive again, he's not going to last like this. it's been so long since he felt her mouth on him, He Xuan bit into his lip with a sharp fang drawing blood from it as the coil of heat in his stomach snapped and he came hot into her throat with a groan of her name.

Y/N pulled back and made a show of her swallowing every last drop that he offered her while still fingering her clit, The ghost was watching her intently through his eyelashes " Did I give you permission to touch there? " He asked coldly though she saw his cock twitch again, but she stopped and pulled her hand away just to be grabbed by He Xuan who pulled her fingers up to his mouth and licked her essence off them without breaking eye contact. That look he's giving making her feel so small " stand " is his only command and she falls without a word, her knees aching and red from being on the for so long. When she stands, He Xuan's eyes move down admiring her curves of her body, the robes she was wearing barely hanging off her shoulders. His eyes slowly moving down to her thighs, even through her thick thighs he can see the wetness of her leaking down it makes his mouth water for more. Y/N's always been the sweetest desert to him " Bed, now " he commands darkly but Y/N didn't move and said " He Xuan you are injured please let me take care of you " his eyes turn dark again and leaves a swift spank on her left ass cheek then pulls her down beside of him.

" H-He Xuan? " She starts to question him before he spreads her open and licks her slick all the way up to his prize.

Y/N lets a choked moan be ripped from her throat at the feeling of his cold tongue, the man spreads her lips as far as he can to revel her swollen bud hiding within. He groans against her before taking it into his mouth sucking on it hard, Y/N throws her head back at the pleasure coursing through her. He Xuan releases her clit to lick a slow teasing line up her pussy but to her clit, her legs start trembling with the contrast of her hot center and his cold tongue working her up to her first orgasm of the night. Y/N's hips buck when she feels his long thin fingers rubbing a circle around her soaked entrance, without any other warning the man pushing two fingers into her, curling them just right and hitting her g-spot with practiced ease.

He knew where all her good spots were and abused them to make her scream his name beneath him, making her cry out for him until she felt the liquid fire in her stomach about to spill over " H-He Xuan please I-I can't I'm- Nghhhh " her voice was cut off when he latched his mouth back to her clit to suck hard on the swollen little bud and that's all it took to throw her over the edge, screaming as she came.

He licked her through her orgasm until she was whimpering with overstimulation, when she was thoughly fucked out he finally pulled away looking down at her with her slick making his chin glisten. " You said you wanted to take care of me, right? " He Xuan questioned she didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded, the man moved off of her to sit of the bed beside her " well then take care of me " He Xuan said

as she sat out to look at him Y/N's face flushed again " He Xuan you couldn't possibly mean that! " she frantically asked

" Why the hell not? " Replied He Xuan coldly

" He Xuan I-I'm too big to be on top, I'll hurt you " Y/N said shyly

He Xuan got pissed off at this and reached over to grab her wrist then pulling her on top of him before coldly saying " you think you a moral could injure a supreme ghost such as I? " Before Y/N could answer he grabbed her hips and pushed her down fully on his thick cock, it stretches her out and filling her to the brim " B-Big " she mumbles into his shoulder. Hearing that He Xuan smirks and moves her hips back and forth on his shaft making a choked gasp come out of her pretty swollen mouth. Y/N hasn't felt this full in such a long time that its almost too much, seeing her having trouble adjusting He Xuan leans in to capture her lips with his. The kiss started out soft and comforting, but as she adjusted to his size, she got more desperate and started kissing him with passion. She started to move on him, slowly at first but the man got impatient and grabbed her full waist and forced her down until she felt his cock head hitting her cervix, She threw her head back breaking the kiss " He Xuan! " she screamed

He Xuan set a brutal pace, effectively hitting both her g-spot and cervix each time " Fuck you're so tight I've missed your warmth "He Xuan says while speeding up his thrusts. Y/N felt tearing streaming from her eyes at the over welling pleasure that he was giving her " p-please He Xuan I can't- Oh!... Aghh! " Her words were cut off when she felt at same liquid fire in her stomach " Cum " He Xuan says and that's all it takes for Y/N to release all over his cock, she tightened impossibly tight and that forces the man beneath her to cum, shooting his cum inside her and filling her up to the brim. Y/N cries out once more at the feeling before her head hit his shoulder, passing out.

A while later she wakes up still in bed, but she's cleaned and covered up. Y/N looks over and He Xuan is beside her fast asleep, his pale skin glowing from the setting sun. Her heart swells how did she ever get so lucky to have this man is her lover, she fells his arms tighten around her and his voice saying " go back to sleep "

" Okay my love, goodnight " she says and thinks ' when I die, I'll get to stay here with you forever '

#tgcf #He Xuan #ming yi #he xuan x reader #x chubby reader

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wr1t3w1tm3 · 1 year ago

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Story Idea: Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce Esque Love Story, but with a Twist.

Because: The Philidelphia Eagles Christmas Album, and Travis and Jason Kelce just put out a Christmas song.

Also that Troy Bolton as TS and TK's kid meme that's started making the round. Is it weird if I kinda wanna have the ship name be TT? Like I know a TT and she's so sweet and I feel like it fits perfectly?

Ya'll might hate me for this. Don't worry, I kinda hate me too.

So: our Travis and Jason characters and the rest of the Philly Specials group are recording in New York. During a break, the Travis character runs into our Taylor Swift character, and they chat for a few minutes and exchange social blades. They return to their respective recording sessions.

A couple weeks or a month goes by, and the Taylor Swift character receives, like, a reel from the Travis character's insta. She replies with an emoji, he says he's sorry, that he didn't mean to send that. They begin to chat. She says she'll be touring near his hometown; he says he's planning on attending with some of his teammates. Long story short, they meet up after the concert and go on a cute little covert date.

Going into the regular season, Travis' character reveals on his and Jason' characters podcast that he did have an "interaction" with the Taylor character. After they're off the mic Jasons character tries to help the Travis character invite the Taylor character to a game. He eventually does.

He's at the game (couple games into the season) and sees the Taylor Swift character on the jumbotron, next to his mother. That's how he learns she's there. This kicks off a whole relationship thing where they're finally official (going on another covert date after the game) but they rarely see each other as she's touring and he's playing all across the country and world. Eventually they'll meet up in Germany for a game (I know this didn't really happen; I'm taking some *liberties* for the story's sake) that she watches and they again, go out after. She then invites him to another concert, which he accepts. He gets to meet her father and then goes backstage.

Quick break before we go completely off the rails: I want there to be a prevailing theme of the Travis' character essentially being aware of his own mortality, especially as it's his brother's final season (most likely). He realizes he's lucky to have gotten this far (the average NFL career is like 2.5 years I've heard), but he doesn't really have anything else he could do after he's done playing. On the other hand, the Taylor Swift character has a future spread wide in front of her, but she's been burned thousands of times by media, executives, boyfriends... but there's a part of her that wants to share that with someone, and she's not sure how.

Back to the story. On a date after the concert where the Travis character meets the Taylor characters dad (essentially the Argentina concert from a couple days ago IRL time), they talk a little about their lives. How she was an up-and-coming country star at 15 and he was destined for the NFL by age 19. He talks about how his parents' marriage was bad, but they stayed under the same roof to raise him and his brother and got an amicable divorce (I will admit, I know nothing of Taylor Swifts parental situation, so I'll leave that right here for now). By the end of the night, they end up together in a hotel room (with two beds) and she starts writing on the pad of paper provided by the hotel. He falls asleep watching tv, and she reflects a bit while he's out.

The next morning, they talk a little, but he's gotta head out. Once he's gone, she sits down to write, and we start to see a song forming: something like A yard away and just out of reach. Sparks flyin' but we'll fly to far east It's poppy, it's cute. But it's a love song.

We then jump to the end(ish) of November. The Travis character is in a game and gets bodied, going unconscious on the field. He wakes up in the hospital but is otherwise okay. Just a major concussion. His mom is there and calls the Taylor Swift character, who asks if he's alright. It's pretty late/early where she's at, and she says she'll be back as soon as she can. We find out he'll be out for at least a week, if not two. The next game is in New York, so the Travis character travels with the team, spending a night with his brother in Philadelphia where they talk about his and the Taylor character's relationship. The Jason character gives him some advice, but we don't know how it lands right yet. Also, some cute interactions between the Travis character and his nieces, including the baby. They're trying to put the baby to sleep when the Jason and Travis characters have their talk.

The day before the game he gets a call from the Taylor character, asking him to come to a place. He arrives and it's a recording studio. He goes inside and she asks if he'd do some demo backing vocals for her on a couple tracks. He agrees and they have a song writing/singing session. They talk a little bit, and it's obvious he's a bit of a fish out of water but he starts to settle in. When the Taylor character shows him a song she wrote, he helps correct mistakes made in football terminology, and they get into an argument if they really have to be specific about the type of foul, and he points out that she mentioned this, this and this... but its playful. At the end of the session they nearly kiss, but instead walk out, bundled up, and decide to head to a cafe or coffee shop.

The next week is the Christmas week game. We essentially just get a cute little Skype/Facetime gift exchange where they each sent each other a gift and they open it. He got her a Chiefs/team (if it gets changed for the story) letterman's jacket with her name and 13 on the back. She gives him a cardigan that matches the next Taylor's Version Album to be released, essentially revealing it to him. It's cute, they share a moment (he's a little oblivious) and they talk. The end of the season is around the corner, and the Grammy's aren't too far out.

The final game of the regular season rolls around, and despite everything, the Taylor character can't make it. The Travis character is a little sad, but deals. His team makes it to the post season and gets the first-round bye week. So, he decides to go see her internationally again, though his coach isn't as for it this time. He reveals on his podcast that the coach said if he was gone longer than two days, he could risk his spot on the rooster for the first post-season game. In the foreign country, we find out she invites him to the Grammy's, but they would be the same night as his divisional round game.

They play and barely win their game, moving onto the Conference (AFC/NFC) championship round. We find out they had been texting back and forth, wishing each other luck, and both actually watched the others event at different points during the night. This does bring up a bit of a speed bump as now she has to go international again, and probably won't make it back if they have the Superbowl, and she's sorry. But he says he understands that sometimes you've gotta miss the big events and he really, really does understand. She promises to watch the games though.

During the AFC championship, Travis character gets hurt again and pulled off into the locker room. While there he gets a call from the Taylor character, and he says he's okay. He eventually goes out to play the rest of the game, but he's hurting. His brother, who's now out of the play offs, warns Travis that these injuries will start adding up soon. Looking ahead he sees there's a concert the day of the Superbowl and expects not to see the Taylor character there. He still wears the cardigan she gave him during the load in, and it gets everyone talking.

The team tries to cheer him up, but really to no avail. But, come Superbowl time, when he walks out, who's there waiting for him but the Taylor Character, in the letterman's jacket he gave her. They kiss and she goes up to the suite with his mom and Jason's character's family.

During the Superbowl there's some jumping between the field, the side lines, and the suite. Coach tells everyone that Travis characters girlfriend is in the house so they'd better win, and the QB (whose married with a couple kids and significantly younger than Travis) talks with him a bit on the side line. In the suite we learn that due to the time difference, the Taylor Swift character was able to hop a plane immediatly after the concert, get to the Super Bowl, and the next morning she'll fly to the next destination on her tour. She mentions how she'll invite him with her. Mom says he'd go if they loose, but he'd be obligated to stay if they won, for like a victory parade and whatever else.

Near the end the Travis character gets knocked down and comes off the field for a couple plays, but they end up on fourth down and have to kick a field goal, trying the team they're playing. Luckily there's an interception and the offense gets the ball back, but they wanna shut it down. So, in a trick play the Travis character gets the pass and scores the game winning touchdown with just over a minute left. Defense comes out and shuts them down and the crowd goes crazy. The Taylor character comes down with the rest of the Travis characters family and they celebrate on field with a nice little kiss. They celebrate with the rest of the team, then after he celebrates with the Jason character, Jason tells him to talk to his girlfriend.

The Taylor character invites the Travis character with her on the next leg of the tour, which is two days (Monday, Tuesday) in another country. After thinking a moment (and knowing the coach would get mad) he agrees, so long as they make it back in time for the victory parade. She tells him he will. He wins MVP and gifts the Disney trip to his brother, and the nieces are ecstatic. The QB thanks him as he isn't sure how he'd handle a second Disney trip with two kids under three. Travis then galivants off to the next destination on the tour.

They both return for the victory parade, where the Taylor and Travis characters appear together before the parade and during his victory speech. Afterwards they leave town and head to a suburb for a short date, where the Taylor character shows him a song she wants to put on the next Taylors Version release (the one he got the cardigan for) and asks if he'll feature. He's a bit taken a back and initially refuses, but she tells him it'll be fine. He agrees, and they head out on the rest of the tour.

We jump ahead a bit. The tour is over, Jason's character has officially retired, and Travis' character has just received his Super Bowl ring... or rather, two. He gifts Taylors character the second one. They go on recording, but he stops, suddenly. She asks what's wrong and he says he's been thinking, since he got injured earlier in the season. He reveals he's been getting weird migraines, and doctors are still running tests to figure everything out. But he thinks its about time to quit football. He's won three Super Bowls, been named MVP, there's really not much else to do except go back for more... and he doesn't want to turn into Tom Brady. He says he can't offer the Taylor Character much, but he's been smart with his money, and he thinks commercial deals will keep coming for a while. She responds that she's got a long career ahead of her, and as long as he doesn't mind being a house husband, she's got no issues. He says he's fine with that, and mentions maybe he'll got back to school and finish his degree. They go back to the song as the book comes to a close.

Optional epilogue, Travis character is at the Chiefs main office, having just told his coach his plans to retire and about the headaches. Coach walks him to the elevator and says he can't blame him with the headaches and wishes him and the Taylor Character well. After getting off the elevator he runs into the Chiefs/Royals chaplain (he's a Catholic priest who flies with the teams wherever, even when seasons overlap. He's pretty dope and apparently, I have a relative who knows him?) and the Travis character talks to him, tells him why he's there when asked, then asks if he could officiate a small wedding... but not now. The guy says he could if given enough notice. They part and that's that. End of story.

#story ideas #writing ideas #mine #taylor swift #travis kelce #that whole thing #jason kelce #football #united states football #help me #i don't even like taylor swift #my roomates do #i like football

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #spencer x you #post prison spencer #jealousy #possessive #criminal minds #smut #spencer reid x you #spencer x reader #jealous smut

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Not As It Seems 1/2 (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia. You owed him for saving your ass on a mission gone wrong. It's always been that way between you two. You save his hide, he saves yours. He wants you to stay undercover and find your way into Babel Pharmaceuticals as an extra pair of eyes to find out who the CEO of Babel was. But as normal, mission does not go as planned.

Pairings: Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Joon woo (romantic)

Given, you Vincenzo did save your ass big time the last mission you were on but the magnitude of this favor was worth three small ones. Regardless, you are a woman of my word. You were about a month in you cover when you caught the eye of Jang Han seo.

You started as a tech at his floor but once he found out that you loved to play ice hockey and spicy foods, he fell head first in love with you. It did not take much for him to fall for you, which was actually heart breaking. You treated him with respect and kindness, something that he wasn't used to by anyone.

The first date was at a spicy ramen shop where you talked all night until the shop was closed. The second date was at his condo where we watched the live ice hockey game while you ate spicy kimchi. By the third date, you were comfortable being around one another. You ended the date with a long, much needed hug.

In the Mafia, you weren't used to affection and Jang Han seok was verbally and physically abused by his mother and brother. You held each other for at least a minute straight. You can still remember him burying his face into your neck as you wrap your arms around his medium build.

His hands rested respectfully on your upper back and shoulder blades. When you finally pulled away, you both bowed and said thank you. You bowed at the same time, hitting each other in the head.

You chuckle in rememberance of that date. Jang Han seo was truly a good guy. He wasn't capable of doing the horrific things Cassano was telling me about. He didn't have the heart for it, so there has to be someone else calling the shots. Someone close enough to be whispering commands into Han seo's ear. You just have to figure out who.

You knock on the door and wait for a while, winging you purse side to side as you waited. You furrowed your brows when you Han seo doesn't open the door. "Han seo?" You call from outside and still no answer. It wasn't until you heard a gun shot that you kicked the door down and tumbled inside.

You take out your knife and round the corner until you saw Han seo crouching down on the floor in front of his gun. You look around for the threat but didnt see any. "Han seo?" You say, tucking away your knife. You kneel down next to him and his body jolts upwards. "What!" "Honey, what happened?"

"I ca- I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Because I can't! You're an outsider and he'll kill me." "Who?" "He ruins everything he touches." He says, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, but we can't see each other anymore. " "What? What is this about? Who says we can't be together?"

"Me, I say I can't. Just go!" He yells, making you wince. His eyes were red and puffy, he's clearly been cryibg. You hold his face in your hands and press a warm kiss to his forehead. "You know where to find me." You say before silently stand up and leaving. Closing the door, you let out a shaky breath.

You knew this was bound to happen but you got too caught up in the moments with Han seo. But at least now you can distance yourself and find a different approach on finding who the real CEO is. You walk towards your car and say to yourself to keep it together but as you as you hop in, tears fell on your cheeks.

"Damn it, Y/N. Pull yourself together." You say between sobs. You turn on the car and throw it into drive before pulling out of his driveway. You always made fun of those who fell in love while they were undercover, and now you feel like a hipocrite. You pull into your driveway to see Joon woo with a crate of rice wine.

You roll your eyes and tried your best to dry your tears but your eyes still gave it away. "How did you hear so fast?" You ask, getting out of your car. "My brother and I are close, and he really cared about you." "Well he sure has a way of showing it," you say, wiping away more tears.

"Come on, let's drink away our sorrows." He says and you genty take the crate into your hands. "Awe, where's yours?" You tease. He chuckles whole heatedly and says, "That's cute." "You can wait in the living room. I have to take a shower first." "Sure thing,"

Later that week, Joon woo has been stopping over your house every Friday night to check in on you. You were actually starting to get used to it. Today was Friday and he didn't come. You waited until 11 pm to go over his house and check in on him. You knock on the door and Joon woo opens it with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You fix your eyes on his face but there was a deep temptation to look elsewhere. "Y/N, hi," "Have you no manners? If you make plans with someone and can't make it, you can at least call." "I didn't know that it would urk you this bad. I'm sorry." You cross your arms and roll your eyes. "I was in the middle of shower, did you want to join me?"

"Excuse me?" "You seem a little tense." He leans his body arm against the door frame and his towel dips a little. "What if I am?" "Oh, I have a few things in mind." He says, his eyes slowly scanning your body. He leans forward and lift your chin up to plant a firm, possessive kiss on your lips.

You collapse onto his chest and he pulls you inside his loft. He closes the door before pushing you against it, his hands attached to your waist as he kisses your neck. Leaning you head against the door, he dips his head into your breasts and slides his hand into your shorts.

You gasp softly as he curls his fingers into your folds. Slowly pumping his fingers, you can feel his gaze on you. "Such a pretty girl. Can't wait for feel you clenching around my dick." He says, making you whimper.

"Move faster, please." You beg and it took him less than a second to speed up his movements. You dig your nails into his back and you spread you legs to give him more access.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks some of your juices off. "What happened?" You say breathlessly. "You're not loud enough." He kneels down on the ground and pulls down you shorts to your ankles.

You step out of them and he says, "Look at that beautiful pussy of yours, baby." You two lock eyes as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly licks the stripe.

Your hands find his hair and tug on it softly as he sinks his tongue and pumps it in out of your pussy. You moan loudly when he pumps two fingers in you and applies pressure to your clit with his tongue.

The more he rolls his tongue, the stronger the build up in your stomach was. Your clit grew sensitive under his touch and your tried to pull away from him.

He scratch your thighs harshly and you yelp out. His fingers curl into a g spot and you slam your hand against the door. "Oh God," you chant until your felt apart under his tongue. He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive clit, making your breaths turn heavy.

"Joon, please! I'm so close!" You yell out. He rolls tongue against you and softly sucked repeatedly. Soon after, you fell apart again and you legs bucked. You fell to the ground and he catches your abdomen. He cups your cheeks and pressed a firm kiss on your lips. Your juices rubbed from his lips to yours as he invades your mouth.

You were breathless as he pulls away from your lips. He lifts you into his arms and stands up effortlessly. He lips were attached to yours the entire trip up the stairs and to his bedroom. You pull away to take off your shirt and unclip your bra.

You hear his towel drop and you buck your hips in anticipation. He lowers your body and slowly pushes his member into you.

You throw you head back and he sucks on the base of your neck. He bucks his hips and your wraps your legs around his waist to pulls him further into you. Rolling your hips to match his thrusts, he says, "Fuck, Y/N." Still buried inside of you, he lays you on the bed. He brings your legs over his shoulder and yells escape your lips with his heavy thrusts.

He lifts his hand and you links your fingers with his as he rails you into the bed. Your eyes are snapped shut as your walls flutter around his member. You bury you face into his shoulder as your rub your throat raw from yelling. "Look at me, " he commands.

You pull away from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "There's my pretty girl." He leans his forehead against yours as he slows his thrusts to chase his euphoria. You reach yours soon after and he pulls out of you. "Top me," "What?" You look at him through hooded eyes.

"I want you to see how beautiful you look on top," "I don't have enough strength for that, Joon." "Yes you do. Just one more time and I'll let you rest for the rest of the night." He lays on his back and you instruct him to sit up against the bed frame. He does so and doesn't break eye contact.

You softly pump his member in your hand until he's fully erected and sink yourself on him. You plant your foot on either side of his lap and rock your hips back and forth. His moans makes your pussy wet and sink further on him. You lean forward and bite on his lower lip. "Fuck, you keep doing that and I'll have my way with you for the entire night."

He arches his back as you scratch up his back. You roll your hips a little faster and his body goes rigid as his second wave of euphoria washed over him. You slide off of his lap and lay down on your stomach. You tuck your arms under the pillow as you lay on it. Joon lays on his side and draws circles on your back.

He waits until you were asleep but you were quite unconscious when he says, "I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you."

#vincenzo #kdrama fanfic #kdramas

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derelictlovefool · 2 years ago

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Shiptober Day 6

Prompt: Tattoo

Ship: Heather Lucille Valentine x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): At home tattooing, vague sadistic behaviour

Words: 1, 511

John was going to hate this—He was going to be seething over it she was certain. It just made her all the more giddy to do it. She hums all too happily as she disinfects the needle, prepping the tattoo gun she'd bought months ago and swaying her hips as she pops the clean needle into the gun. She turns back around to the nervous brunette watching the gun in her hand with a wary gaze, he'd agreed to let Heather tattoo him but she knew his tolerance for pain wasn't very high.

Fun for her, less so for him.

She could almost see him clutching the leather of her couch now, burying his face away in the pillow tucked under his chin as his muscles tensed under her hands. The mental image is enticing and she knows she's staring him down like he's her next meal shamelessly but she can hardly help it. She quickly pats the right pocket of her jeans, feeling her phone securely tucked away in it. Good, she wanted to be able to take a photo and send it to John—Just to really rub it in.

"Are you ready, handsome?" Heather asks, strutting over and sitting down on the stool she had placed beside the couch earlier. The stencil of the tattoo was already on, a snake coiling around two roses with intricate details staring up at her. John would hate it, it was one step away from simply tattooing her name on him and she loved it. Dean loved it too, he thought it was 'pretty'. If only he knew she was basically branding him, sending the baptist a message that his darling deputy was wrapped around her finger.

Dean lets out a deep breath and tries to relax against the couch, letting his tense shoulders fall as he closes his eyes.

"Ready as I'll ever be," He mutters and Heather smiles, her gloved hand patting his lower back comfortingly as she shimmies forward.

"Thatta boy, stay still and if you need a break say so okay? I don't want to hurt you," That was a half lie, she very much did, but not to the point where he wouldn't let her do this again in the future if she asked. Dean nods, big brown eyes opening to look at her as she gets everything ready on her small foldable table. She leans down to press a kiss to his cheek before turning her attention to his shoulder, she turns the gun on and steadies her hand before lowering it to his skin.

A shuddered breath escapes the brunette as his body tenses again, like she expected he twists his face away as she drags the needle down his skin; carefully following the stencil and taking her time. Heather can't help but smile, seeing his expression twist in her peripheral vision. He was doing better than she expected, she was almost disappointed, she would have loved to hear a few whines and whimpers. But she could always get those out of him later.

Heather get's a portion of the snake done, wiping the ink and blood away with the damp cloth in her other hand every now and then before going at it again. Dean lets a few noises slip here and there, burying his face away in the pillow as Heather works away on the tattoo. She backs off for a moment when she finishes the tip of the snake's tail, wiping his shoulder and straightening up in her seat. She giggles as Dean exhales, dropping his head onto the pillow letting his shoulders relax.

"Not too bad right?" She teases gently and Dean laughs, turning to look at her with watery eyes.

"Not too bad," He smiles, sighing as Heather rubs his shoulder blade comfortingly.

"You're being such a big boy about it, I'm very proud of you," She praises playfully, getting ready to start up again.

"Thanks," Dean replies in a pitiful tone, a lilt of playfulness tacked on as he closes his eyes again. Heather starts on one of the roses, going slow on the curves of the petals and precise with the lines and minimal shading on the overlapping parts. Dean's breathing is still shaky but she chooses not to tease him about it, considering he was taking it a lot better than she assumed. Those shallow breaths matched with the pained expression on his face is enough to make Heather a bit flustered, heat pooling in her stomach as she fights to stay focused on her task at hand.

She could imagine if it were John in her place he wouldn't have nearly as much self control as she did, he was always sloppier than her—chasing whatever high was dangled in his face. She wasn't so easily swayed, she had tolerance, she had restraint; things he said he had but would crumble under the slightest pressure. Heather pursed her lips to stop herself from smirking, hand steady on Dean's back as his muscles unconsciously flexed under her hand. This was satisfying enough but she knew getting to see John's face when he saw the tattoo would be so, so sweet.

Heather wipes away the ink and blood again, admiring the half of the flower she'd done and the clean lines on the reddened skin. It was going to look so good when it was done and the swelling had gone down, she was getting giddier about it by the second. This was far too self indulgent and far too perfect. She could already see the mental image of another design that would look good going down his arm. Oh now that would really make John's blood boil, a whole sleeve done by her hands, how would he cope?

Heather giggles and Dean glances back at her with confusion in his eyes, to which she simply shakes her head and clears her throat.

"I was just thinking of another design I could do on you, but you'll probably want to wait a while after this one," Heather muses and almost laughs as Dean smiles weakly, the expression closer to a grimace than anything.

"Yeah probably…" He chuckles nervously and Heather giggles again.

"Don't worry lover boy, you can say no, i'm happy just to get to give you this one," She says sweetly, putting the needle back down and finishing up the flower. Dean doesn't reply and she lets it go, he'd think on it in his own time and get back to her. She was happy to wait for him. Besides it would only take this one little tattoo to piss off John.

It takes two hours for Heather to finish the tattoo and Dean is basically asleep on the couch when she turns the gun off and cleans it up. He definitely got used to the needle after the one hour mark and Heather was rather impressed with him. She runs a hand through his hair and kisses his temple to get his attention, smiling as his eyes open and look up at her.

"All done baby boy, wanna check it out?" She smiles and Dean's eyes light up. He gets up so fast he nearly knocks Heather over and she laughs as he goes over to one of the mirrors hanging on her wall. He twists his shoulder around and she can see the grin spread across his face at the sight of the ink.

"Holy shit, that is so cool," He grins and she smiles, walking over with a hand held mirror and spinning him around so he could get a better view of it that way. She watches his face as he stares at the tattoo through the mirror, his grin not faltering for even a second as he takes it in.

"Thank you so much, wow, I love it," He sounds breathless and Heather feels her cheeks heat up at the awe in his eyes. She agreed it turned out amazing but having her work appreciated so openly was enough to bring a flush to her cheeks.

"I'm glad you're happy with it, let's take a picture before I wrap it up okay?"

"Yeah okay! How long do I keep it wrapped for?" Dean bounds back to the couch like an excited puppy and Heather pulls her phone out of her pocket.

"We'll check it tomorrow and i'll let you know, if it's healing well i'll help you wash it and put some ointment on it," She says, lifting her phone and snapping a few pictures of the fresh tattoo. She could wait until it was properly healed before she gloated about it to John but she was allowed to be a bit impatient now and again. She sent one off to John before tossing her phone onto the coffee table, positioning Dean on the stool and pulling out the appropriate bandages.

Her lips curl into a smirk as her phone begins buzzing obnoxiously, humming again as she tentatively wraps the tattoo. Another win for her and another failure for poor Johnny, as per usual.

#far cry 5 oc #oc x oc #Heather Tag #Dean Tag #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022 #ship: Love Me Not

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years ago

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Feathers and dawn (part II)

Day 18 of Elriel month/ Teach me how to fly

You can read part I here.

"Spread your wings."

The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest, his hands tightened on her waist, and her body went cold and hot all at once.

This time Elain did stop breathing.

WC: 4164/ Warnings: Language

(I had so much fun writing this! As usual, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos as well, but I can't look at it anymore lol)

Elain had held that light inside of her with everything she got, and even so it came close to controlling her rather than the other way around.

She still could feel it, not the light that shone so bright to blind someone's eyes, but more like a gracious flame of a candle in her chest. But that was nothing compared to how the muscles on her back burned.

When her eyes cracked open, she was half expectant that all of it had been a delirious dream or one of those visions that still hunted her from time to time. But then she tried to move to a sit position, and a scream escaped from her throat at the very, very real pain punishing her upper body.

Her entire back was sore, and she could feel a complex extension of muscles - from her neck to the end of her spine - that was now linked to two massive weights coming out of her shoulder blades.

Excruciating, blinding pain.

Elain didn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks, couldn't even hear the sounds coming out of her own mouth.

Strong, calloused hands were pushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead a second later, and then Azriel’s beautiful face was there.

He was like a hiding spot in the middle of a storm, anchoring her from her agony, even though his expression was contorted in worry.

Azriel's eyes were wild, lips forming her name, but she couldn't hear a sound. Pain was all she knew, making her senses numbed.

Black dots started to dance in front of her eyes, her head getting light, and hazel ones full of terror was the last thing she saw before the world bleed into darkness again.

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The next time Elain emerged to consciousness, first she smelled the leafy odor of salvia. Then the feeling of gentle, experienced hands massaged the line of her spine while she was lying on her stomach.

Heavy eyelids opened to the Velaris sunset, shades of pink and purple coloring the blue sky were visible through the familiar floor to ceiling windows, making her recognize her room in the river house.

Elain caught a movement from the corner of her eyes, and she inclined her head slightly to see Azriel, kneeling beside her bed, worry still printed in his face, but his eyes filled with relief now.

His hair was in complete disarray, the dark locks pointed in different directions as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly.

“You’re awake,” he breathed.

Those hands, unfamiliar hands, were still rubbing her exposed back, the gentle touch soothing the pain.

“That’s Majda, she’s almost finishing.” Azriel must have sensed her confusion. “How’s the pain?”

Her mouth was dry and it was an effort just to make words come out of it. “Tolerable” she said, voice raw.

He just nodded and then they fell in a comfortable silence. It was always like this with him - no need for empty words.

Azriel just stayed there in his vigil, shadows curling around his ankles, watching her with those familiar hazel eyes. Not the blazing gold of Cassian's, but rather an embrace shared between warm brown and stark gray, with hues of emerald green that would stand out according to his mood.

Eyes as complex as Azriel's himself, candidly observing her whilst Majda worked, her hands putting the exact amount of pressure to soothe her muscles, the salvia tuning the sharp pain into a dull ache. She didn't touch Elain's wings.

Wings.

Even with their weights on her back, even with the feeling of that warm power in her chest, Elain still was prone to believe it all had been a dream if it wasn't for the pain.

When Majda finished the healing massage, she merely told them she'd come back the next few days to do it again.

The bedroom’s door clicked shut, and Elain was already trying to get up, Azriel immediately protesting, "You should stay in bed.”

"I want to see them" was her only reply. She needed to see, to look at them. To know they were real.

"Your muscles aren't strong enough to support the new weight -"

Indeed, when she tried to stand, her balance wavered and she toppled forward.

Azriel caught her before she could fall on her face, hauling her up. Gently, one of his hands passed behind her knees, the other around her waist, and he scooped her up.

Elain let her head fall against his chest, breathing his scent as he walked through the room. A few moments later, far more than was necessary to reach her mirror, he put her down, but remained close.

She didn't see her pale face or even care about the fact that she was wearing nothing, but a nightgown that reached the middle of her thighs. Not when two massive wings rested on the floor behind her, the soft, white feathers touching the carpet.

Elain turned around to see her back, to see the point where the skin ended and the feathering began.

They were beautiful.

But she never had felt more unworthy of something. She couldn’t even hold them up, couldn't even lift them from the ground. It had been so exhausting spent months trapped in that murky realm, visions blending together with reality, that she hadn’t want find out what else the Cauldron had given her, hadn't want to touch that flame burning in her chest, not when her own body felt foreign and now -

Only when she felt tears dripping onto her chest, Elain realized she was crying, exhaustion falling upon her as a blanket, covering her to the bones.

She stood there for enough time that the next time Azriel spoke, she had almost forgotten he was there.

Almost.

Because she always seemed to sense whenever he was around.

"I will teach you everything."

It didn't sound like an offer at all. His words were a promise.

Slowly she turned from the mirror to face him - and nearly sobbed at how lovely and fiercely his eyes were, almost shining with sheer compassion.

Compassion for her, yes. But also for an Illyrian boy who didn't know how to fly, who found himself all alone in a war camp long ago. "I'll be with you and I'll teach you everything."

She didn’t know what to say, what to make of everything. So Elain only took his hand, interlacing their fingers and squeezing firmly.

But then, a thought struck her. "Truth-Teller," she gasped.

A smile curved his lips. "It's with me," he said. "I went back to the Cave. Turns out, without the Orb, the wards were gone."

Relief washed over her. And guilty.

"I'm sorry. I should - ."

Before she could finish her sentence, Elain was again in his arms. Azriel chuckled, but hadn't missed how heavy her eyelids were getting. "Not your fault. You weren't exactly in position to remember it," he said while gently carrying her back to bed.

But before he could lay down the mattress, he stopped by the side of the bed, and turned to look at her. Every ounce of amusement gone.

"I thought…" his words died and he shook his head.

No trace of that mask he so often used, no sign of his usually neutral expression.

The look on his face was Azriel in his most raw state. And she could see it.

I thought I had lost you.

She wished she wasn't so tired as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed, "I know."

He nodded. He understood.

He murmured as he lay her in the bed, "Sleep. I still owe Nesta an explanation."

Elain smiled sleepily, and mumbled, "Good luck."

Just when darkness came to claim her once again, Elain felt the ghost touch of a light kiss in her temple and the smell of mist and cedar. ___________

The next day, Elain was sitting at her usual spot by the window of the living room in the river house, the Orb laying on a desk right in the center of the room. What was unusual, however, was the many pairs of eyes glued to her.

Cassian's jaw was still on the floor by the time Amren, the last one to arrive, entered the room. Even her face went a bit slack when she took in the wings and some emotion sparkled in her silver eyes.

Elain tried not to blush, but all that attention wasn't helping.

Although Feyre had helped her before to retract and summon her wings, which she was grateful for, Elain didn't want to summon them in front of everyone, so she decided to just get straight to the point.

She didn’t know how Azriel explained what had happened to the others, especially to Nesta. But given the look on her face fixed on Rhysand and on the spymaster, a perfect I Will Slay My Enemies look, according to Cassian, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

But as for now Azriel just held her sister's gaze, his face neutral.

"So…" Cassian began, waving a hand towards her wings. "What the hell?"

"I think what he's trying to ask you is," Nesta gave a look at her mate. "Where did those come from?"

Elain took a deep breath. "Well..." She bit her lip, trying to choose her words in order to make sense. "After I found out what I was, I've never accessed the full extension of my powers. I knew the Cauldron had given me something else,something more, but I didn't want to find out what it was."

Rhysand asked, "Why."

"Because I was too scared," She replied honestly. That was all she could say. She didn't want to, didn't know if she could relive those days when she couldn't tell reality and dreams apart.

She glimpsed at Azriel, who was at the corner of the room, sorrow shining on his face while he gave her a reassurance nod.

"So when I grabbed the Orb, it… whatever powers I have just grumbled in answer, as if they were the same… they came to the surface. It tried to stop them, push them back, to let go of the Orb, but I couldn't… it trapped me"

"That's because they are the same," Amren said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain understood what lay on her eyes: recognition.

"What wicked sort of plans the Cauldron may have for the three of you," Amren went on, nodding to Elain and her sisters.

"Amren," Rhysand said, the voice of the High Lord. "If you know something, just tell us."

The petite female gave him a hard look, before turning to Elain. "The Cauldron didn't make you any Seer." Amren tilted her head, studied Elain. "He also happened to make you an Oracle." Her eyes were practically two blazing stars, and Elain had to fight a shiver, before asking "An Oracle?"

"That 's right, girl."

"What's the difference?" Nesta demanded.

"A different group of Seers… powerful ones", Rhysand murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I thought they were just a myth."

"They were as real as you and me, Rhysand," Amren said, shaking her head.

It was Feyre's time to demand, "Someone please explain."

"Before the High Lords, there was a time where this world lived in complete, unshakable peace," Amren began. "The Oracles were the great responsibles for this time of harmony, a group of Seers who used to celebrate life and pulled the threads of Fate. They travel through words just like we travel between courts, using their Seer powers to See and manipulate the future to their will… to prevent any cause of conflict before it even became a conflict. Subtle, swift creatures those females"

Elain wasn't sure if anyone in the room was breathing.

Azriel asked quietly, "How did they disappear?"

"No one truly knows." Rhysand answered. "The legends don't go that far."

"Common Seers have the gift of sight, but it's limited in its own way," Amren explained. "Oracles, however, have other sort powers as well and they can see further in the future, no matter how distant."

There was one question in Elain's mind, essencial and terrifying. "What is my power?"

Amren's smile was a thing of pure wickedness. "I guess you'll have to find out."

"But why the wings?" Nesta asked, brows furrowed.

Amren eyes softened a little. "Some claimed some of them heritaged from an unknown race of warriors. But not every one of them had wings. If you were blessed with them, they would call you the Leader. The others would fly on their winged horses by her side, travelling through the world and maintaining their balance."

Elain's head was spinning. "But what about the Orb?"

"I might have an idea, but I'll need to do some research in the Helion's libraries first." Rhysand shot his mate a look, his lips curving. "Care to join?"

Feyre only rolled her eyes.

Cassian let out a long breath. "So you're telling me Elain could see if a war is truly coming and stop it before it even begins."

A sick feeling gathered on her stomach, and she blurted, "No."

Silence.

"No what?" Amren asked thighly.

"No, I won't use my powers to play with Fate." She couldn't help the edge of rage in her words. "Espeacilly not when Fate itself had been playing with me all along."

Silence fell.

"You're right," Feyre offered at last, her voice soft. "It's your choice."

Gratitude washed over Elain.

"I want to learn how to fly, though" she blurted, glancing at Azriel, who was already smiling.

Feyre looked between them. "You'll find Azriel has… harsh methods, but they are quite efficient."

Rhysand, who had been just observing, suggested, "Maybe you, Feyre darling, can teach Elain, too."

"I will train her." Azriel's words were practically a snarl, challenge filling every one of them.

Elain looked at the shadows gathering around him as he stared at Rhysand, who just narrowed his eyes back. Strange.

"I'm sure Azriel is the better option to teach Elain, he was the one who taught me after all." Feyre was looking pointly at her mate. "But I can participate in a few lessons when they get tired of training alone." She said looking at Elain, eyes shining bright with an edge of mischief.

Elain ignored that.

"You'll have to build some muscles, you know that, right?" Cassian asked.

Muscles. It wasn't that Elain was opposed to that, but… she couldn't see herself as a warrior like her sisters. Surely, she wouldn't mind learning one thing or two, but...

"I'll help you."

Elain turned to her older sister, with raised brows. "I don't…"

"You don't have to learn how to use a sword, but I can help with your core muscles," Nesta offered.

Then, Elain couldn't stop the warmth in her chest - not from that source of power, but from pure gratitude. "Thank you."

Amren shocked her head and huffled a breath, edged with amusement, making Elain's brows furrow at that.

"A Made, reborn Fae and a Valkyrie training a new Oracle." Her lips curved in a feral smile. "Three Cauldron-blessed sisters, indeed."

Elain didn't have to use the Orb to know Fate had listened to Amren's words.

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"Shit."

Azriel's curse hit Elain's ears, before her arm hit the rock as she fell on her face right into the lake.

They had been training for weeks now. At first, it was more about how to summon her wings and keep them up instead of resting on the ground.

Sometimes Feyre would join them, or even Nuala and Cerridwen made an appearance for what Cerridwen called "emotional support".

Which means they watched as Elain jumped just to fall right into that gods-damned lake and tried not to laugh. Cerridwen often failed spectacularly at that.

But after one particularly hard training lesson that ended up with more bruises Elain would care to admit, especially to her pride, Cerridwen had come to her room with a gift: a brand new and very pink apron with a winged fawn carefully embroidered at the front, the chain stitches meticulous done.

It was the most ridiculous apron Elain had ever seen - and she wore every chance she got with a stupid smile on her face.

But most of the time it was only Azriel and her. First they would stick to training, and she was able to focus only on the lessons. Until one day they had sat side by side at the shore, talking about everything and nothing, and, gods, she had missed him.

But then she felt that ravenous pull towards him and had to look away, before she could do something stupid again - and just like that she remembered why they had kept their distance in the first place.

She knew he desired her just as she desired him. She had seen the longing in his face, and had smelled his scent that night, darker than usual. Had read the hunger shining in his eyes as he looked at her.

But she had crossed a line he didn't want to cross.

Good thing now she had other things to worry about. Like ignoring the pain in her left arm, finding her way to the surface to get the hell out of that chilling lake.

But before she could do any of those things, Elain found herself looking at the sky and then the ground was beneath her.

And a very, very shirtless Azriel was by her side. "Are you alright?" he asked, wrapping his tunic around her shoulders, scanning for injuries.

Even with her teeth almost chattering off her mouth from the cold, Elain couldn't help but take one good look at his muscled chest, those intricate tattoos on display and she felt her face heating. Not from embarrassment, but from pure desire that was pounding in her blood, traveling through her body. All she wanted in that moment, and so many before that, was to touch him, taste him. Be with him, by his side.

She imagined what would be like to have that powerful body hovering over hers.

Then she blushed a bit at those thoughts, too.

"I"m fine," she blurted after a considerable time, enough to make Azriel blush as well. And make her consider throwing herself at the lake again.

To distract herself, Elain closed her eyes and accessed that flame in her chest, letting it shine bright inside her, waves of heat running through her veins and bones until she was no longer cold.

When she looked at Azriel, he was already watching her. He cleaned his throat. "You kept yourself on the air longer this time."

Elain raised an eyebrow, "I fell on the only rock in this entire river."

A gleam shone in his eyes.

Elain narrowed hers at him.

"Are you trying not to laugh?"

"No," he said, clapping his lips together.

Every pound of desire in her blood died. "You said it wasn't funny anymore after the first four times!"

At that, Azriel tipped his head back and busted out such a rich laugh, that even Elain couldn't stop the small smile on her own lips. "You are a terrible teacher."

Except that he wasn't. Azriel was patient and thoughtful. He had refused to let her practice anywhere but the lake, and when she said she didn't need to be coddled and could practice on land, he had scanned her face, so many emotions passing across his, and told her he wouldn't see her getting hurt.

So they practice on the lake. Every day.

That was weeks ago and Elain was starting to think she would never take to the skies. She still couldn't sustain herself on the air for more than a few seconds.

"What is it like? To fly, I mean." she asked, eyes fixing on the lake before her.

She felt Azriel's eyes on her. "It 's freedom." Truth echoed in his words.

Elain nodded to herself. "I can hear the wind calling me." Her wing ruffled as if in emphasis."I can feel every muscle in my body begging me to jump out of the windows and it just… it's getting harder to ignore."

Elain tried to stop the burning in her eyes, her voice was broken when she breathed, "Why me, if I can't even get close to being airborne for more than five seconds?"

Azriel kept silent for so long, she didn't know if he heard her, but she was too much of a coward to look at him. Didn't want to look at him, not like this, not again.

But then gentle fingers found her chin and slowly turned her head to meet hazel eyes shining bright as the sun above them.

"Come with me."

Next thing she knew she was taking his extended hand and he shot to the skies, his tunic flying from her shoulders while she was being cradled against his bare chest.

Even though he was made of muscles hard as rock, his skin was warm and soft as the finest velvet.

Azriel landed right on the top of one of the highest mountains surrounding Velaris, the city bursting with life so far below that it seemed one of Nyx's toys.

And Elain almost stopped breathing. "Are you going to push me?"

Azriel chuckled, but didn't answer. "Turn around and close your eyes."

"So you definitely are going to push me," she murmured, but did as she was told.

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't Azriel's large hands on her waist or the warmth of his body behind her.

"Spread your wings."

The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest and his hands tightened on her.

This time Elain did stop breathing.

Especially when Azriel's breath caressed the

shell of her ear. "Focus on the wind passing through your wings, how each feather answers to it. Try to understand its direction, its temperature."

So she did. And she could feel it. She could feel the most external layer of feathers absorbing the temperature impact of the icy wind. Could feel the most little plumes, so sensitive they could perceive the slight change in any air current direction.

She became aware of everything around her. But mostly of the heat emanating from Azriel's body on her back, of his thumbs now drawing small circles on her sides.

"When I was a boy, I used to think the same thing as you do now," he whispered. "I was locked away and had to suppress so many instincts…" He let out a breath. "These wings are yours and only yours, you command them. It might take some time, but you will fly and control your powers. Be patient. You can do whatever you want, Elain."

It was his words, the meaning. He believed in her, had always believed in her.It was that certainty that had her leaning into his touch.

She folded in her wings and tilted her head, slowly opening her eyes to find his beautiful face inches from hers, close enough for her to see the hues of green in his eyes.

"Thank you," she breathed.

Azriel said nothing. No, he just let every word shine in his gaze as he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers while his thumbs were still caressing her sides leisurely.

She sucked in a breath, eyes falling close as she lost herself at the pure intimacy of that touch. Elain's whole body went molten and she wanted nothing more than to melt against his chest.

But she couldn't cross that line again.

So she pulled back, just enough to look at his face and made herself say, "I think Nesta is waiting for me."

Shadows darkened his hazel eyes. "Right."

On their way to the House of Wind, she thought Azriel would keep silent but he surprised her when he said quietly, "Nuala and Cerridwen never told me you were training with them."

Despite everything, a faint smile curved Elain's lips. "You can't expect to know everyone secrets."

He lifted an eyebrow. "That's my job."

And Nuala and Cerridwen's, too.

"I don't want to be a warrior," Elain blurted. "But… maybe I can use my gifts - my sight gifts, I mean - to..."

A whisper of those shadows still filled his gaze, but Azriel gave her a small smile. "Like spying?"

Elain blushed. "Perhaps."

"You'd make a good spy, but you have to be patient."

Elain looked at him. At that male who had intrigued her and made her feel comfortable and safe from the very beginning. At that male who found her when no one else would, who had seen her. Had truly seen her.

No, she wouldn't cross that line now, but...

"I can be patient, Azriel," she breathed. Promised.

This time, hope shone so brightly in his hazel eyes that no room was left for shadows.

#elriel #elriel fanfic #elriel fic #elriel month #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #elrielmonth

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curious-sootball · 3 years ago

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Okay, a bunch of Treasure planet ideas that has been lounging around my mind for a while (mostly featuring Silver being a dad, Jim having self-worth issues and guesses about logistics of RLS Legacy's voyage)

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So, I'm not sure if there is a canon info about how long the Treasure planet expedition was; but the guesses I came across seem to land between six and eight months (i mean, if Flint's trove was easy to reach without teleport network, it probably would've been found sooner; plus when the map is switched on, its easy to see that Montressor is kinda far from it. So, i'll make a wild guess and say its at least a four month voyage on a good ship and starting from the planet close to it; Treasure planet also looks to be located in a kinda dangerous zone for ships to navigate – that asteroid belt right before it doesn't look welcoming).

I doubt that RLS Legacy never docked in another port during the expedition after she left Port Montressor – assuming that the first few months of the voyage were spent in the active starfaring zone, stocking up on everything on Montressor and never docking anywhere again sounds pretty impractical. (Its like deciding to make a highway roadtrip and avoiding stopping at gas stations at all costs).

So, point number one: the Doppler's expedition was long. Very long. Point number two: Jim sports a nice undercut through the whole voyage. As someone with a shaved temple, i can say – that kind of haircut needs semi-regular mainteinance to stay nice and short; Jim most likely shaves it himself or asks Doppler to help with it (because, y'know, shaving the back of your head is hard and sometimes dangerous). Point number three: where Jim would've got his shaving utensils from? Bought back on Montressor, maybe quite a long time ago (this kid is a bundle of issues; he may have learned to try and keep himself as "low maintenance" as he could by stretching the resources he has at hands: let's say, Benbow inn had hit low points in the past, Sarah was busy keeping it afloat and little kid Jim overheard her concerns about their state of affairs. So he did what he though was helpful in the situation, – both tried to help out with what he could, like washing dishes or cleaning the sitting area, and cut down on his own needs; e.g. stopped asking for new toys/clothes/whatever until absolutely necessary, picked up a relatively non-demanding hobby, you get the picture). So, his razor may not be rusty and falling apart, but it certainly have seen better days. (Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about straight razor maintainance.)

Here is when Silver enters the picture: let's say Legacy is docked in some port to stock up on something, Silver makes his check-list and catches Jim (who has a spot of free time and decides to touch up his haircut; Doppler is busy atm, so he's not in the picture) prepairing everyting for a shave. They joke around a little, Silver offers to help, notices the state of a razor (maybe gives it a closer look with his handy cybernetic eye) and goes "Jimbo, how old is this thing? You can't shave with that, at least not for long.".

(There could be a long tangent about whether ursids have to shave or not, but this is pretty long already; let's assume that Silver knows enough about blade maintainance as a cook and a pirate to spot a worn-down straight razor)

So, Silver adds a new point to his to-do list and they end up going shopping together. Cut to them reaching a barbershop and Jim trying to keep it together (because of the issues mentioned above; on one hand, he really needs a haircut and kinda glad, on the other, his self-worth issues are screaming at him that he could do it by himself or simply on the ship, there is no need to go all "fancy" for him); he may even try to talk Silver out of it, saying that they need to stock up on things and get them to Legacy first, but Silver is like "Its alright, kid, I have that figured out." And later, when they buy a new razor (and maybe some more new things for Jim, maybe clothes or smth), Silver notices how Jim is trying to go all "low maintainance" again, pulls him aside and says that he doesn't have to do that; John would not hold it against Jim in any way.

Later, back on the ship, they talk over cooking dinner about what happened and Silver lowkey wants to yeet Leland (again)

Just... Silver and Jim doing wholesome things together.

#treasure planet #treasure planet headcanon #treasure planet silver #treasure planet jim #long post #god that sprawled out of control

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marsbutterfly · 4 years ago

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Unhealed Wounds

Summary: Hallucinations are sensory experiences that appear real but are created by your mind. They can affect all five of your senses. For example, you might hear a voice that no one else in the room can hear or see an image that isn't real.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF PTSD!

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"Hanji, that's not going to work. You've already tried mixing those two chemicals together." You say, hoping the mad scientist will listen to your advice this time.

"Yes, it will. Can you trust me for once?" she rolls her eyes as you put your hands up, a sign of defeat. You take a few steps back, allowing Moblit to stand behind her.

"Section Commander, who... are you talking to?"

She turns around to face him, a confused expression taking over her features, "What do you mean?" She proceeds to change her focus to you. Your face matching hers, you both turn back to stare at the worried, brown-haired man.

"Hanji, there's no one there."

"Commander Erwin, it's happening again." You hear Moblit's voice coming from the office, the concern in his words is undeniable. You take a few steps forward and sit next to Hanji she doesn't take her eyes off her book, but she slides you her right hand while gently blushing, you flash her a smile and lace your fingers together.

"Do you have any idea why we are here?" You face the massive brown doors, a hint of uneasiness hiding in your voice. She shrugs her shoulders before letting out a clearly annoyed sight.

"Beats me, Moblit is always dragging me here, once he asked for a meeting with the Commander because Bean almost ate my leg and he thought it was a little too dangerous, but I know my poor Beannie was just trying to play."

You roll your eyes at her while letting out a quiet laugh, "Doesn't surprise me."

Staring at the clock, you can no longer hear the voices coming inside the room, Are they making a point to be quiet? you think to yourself but before you could share your thoughts with Hanji, Erwin's figure walks out of the room, followed by a very concerned Moblit.

"Hanji, come on in." His gentle but firm voice filling the air around you as he gestures towards the room. She closes her book before handing it to her assistant, as she walks past the two men you can see her eyes rolling.

"You too, Y/N."

"Oh shit." .

You can't read quite read his expression. An uneasiness settling in your stomach as you stand before the Commander, waiting for him to find the rights words.

"Do you know why you're here?" His voice echoes through the silent room, he doesn't sound mad, in reality, the tone of his voice gives away a fair amount of concern. Hanji looks down at her hands the entire time.

"Moblit seems to be concerned about something, but all I was trying to do is figure out how to..." The Commander raises his hand as a signal for her to stop talking. Hanji quickly closes her mouth and crosses her arms, her annoyance visible to anyone who looks at her. You take a deep breath.

"Sir, with all due respect, Hanji hasn't done anything dangerous." Your words seem to get lost in the air, almost as if he couldn't hear you. As you're about to resume your point, his voice echoes through the room one more time, cutting you off.

"You don't remember, do you?" You can make out the pity in his voice. You share a confused look with your girlfriend, neither of you has any idea what he's talking about. The sadness in his expression is as clear as his blue eyes.

"What are you... talking about, Sir?" He ignores you. Not out of malice, but he simply can not hear you. A red light flashes in your brain, clouding your vision slightly. You shake the sight off and look at Hanji, waiting for her reaction.

"Erwin, did you not hear Y/N?" She asks while making her way towards you, your cold fingers touching her warm skin. The man standing in front of you takes a deep breath, it's almost unnoticeable but one small, gentle tear runs down his face.

"Please, come with me."

As you follow the Commander, a million thoughts go through your head, your main questions are where are you going and why is he acting like he can't hear you? You turn over to face Hanji, who has an angry expression taking over her features, clearly angry Erwin didn't address your question earlier that evening.

You can hear your footsteps against the grass as you follow him up a hill. Underneath a big tree, you see a small stone. As you take a closer look at it, you feel a pit opening in your stomach before nausea hits you. You look over at Hanji but her focus lays on the words ahead of you:

"Captain Y/N. Birth: 820.

Death: 850."

It was a simple gravestone. The dark grey contrasts with the bright green grass. The words now floating in front of you as your body suddenly becomes heavier than iron. You fall flat on the ground, tears burning in your eyes.

"But.. Y/N is right here, how can that be?" Hanji's voice is barely audible, her body shaking as she tries to fight back tears of her own. As you look at her, the memories you tried so hard to bury hit you all at once.

The rain makes it hard for you to see anything, you can't use flares and the mud beneath your feet comes dangerously close to being quicksand. In the distance, you can see three titans. Two of them sprint in your direction as the last one walks relatively slowly.

"SQUADS 2 AND 3, TAKE DOWN BOTH 5 METER TITANS. ME AND SECTION COMMANDER HANJI WILL HANDLE THE 10 METER ONE!"

You pray they were able to hear you over the deafening sound of the thunder. As their horses shift to the right, you share a look with the brunette beside you, the excitement in her eyes is undeniable as you approach the massive creature.

Once you're closer to the trees, you switch to your 3D Gear, the wind hits your body, undoing the suttle styling you did to your hair before leaving the walls. The titan closes the distance between you as you prepare to strike it. Hanji looks at you before nodding, "It's time!"

In a split of a second, your hook is caught on its arm and as you draw out your blades, ready to carve out its eyes, the titan pulls you down. You can feel the raindrops hit your face while your body falls. You can almost hear Hanji screaming your name through the thunder. A gentle but sad smile taking over your features as the titan grabs you before your body hits the ground.

You look at Hanji and realize she's running towards you without her gear. As you get closer and closer to the titan's mouth, your body goes numb. The foul smell from its mouth creating enormous nausea in your stomach. Your eyes wander down to the shine of her glasses as she's now being carried away by the Commander himself.

"It's ok, Hanji. I'll be ok."

Before you could even finish your track of thought, the excruciating pain of the titan's teeth ripping your flesh hits you. You're conscious long enough to let out one final scream as you feel the lower half of your body being torn apart.

After a few seconds of such horrible pain, everything goes dark.

As you open your eyes, you find yourself sitting underneath an enormous tree. Not remembering where you are, what happened to you, or why you are here, you stand up and start walking forward, looking for a familiar face.

You walk for what it feels like hours but eventually make it back to the Scouts. A bright smile on your face as you run past the gates. All of your friends are crying but before you could ask what's wrong, you see Hanji's hair through a small window.

You find her crying on the floor, ripped papers all over her, and her glasses behind the door. You sit by her side before wrapping your left arm around her waist. She looks up at you and allows herself to melt away in your arms.

"What happened, my love?" The gentle tone of your voice makes her forget what even happened in the first place. Her tears dry on their own as you start to play with her hair. Neither of you has talked about it ever since.

"So this is what happened. Why you were crying so hard that day." Your hands shift onto fists before punching the tree by your side. The unbearable sadness that takes over your body is indescribable.

"Hanji, hallucinations are fairly common symptoms of PTSD." Erwin says, touching her shoulder gently, "Let us help you get better."

"I don't want to let Y/N go." She says before covering her face with her hands, hiccups coming out of her body like you've never seen before. Your heart sinks as you watch her like that, but you realize one thing: for her to heal, you need to go.

And so you do. One final time, you lean towards her, gently moving her hair away from her cheeks as you place a simple kiss on it. Erwin shakes his head lightly for he could've sworn he saw her ponytail move, even without any wind. Reluctantly, you take a few steps forward and sit on the exact same spot you woke up a few months ago.

A single tear escapes your eye, "Take care of yourself, Hanji. You're living for the two of us now."

Your body becomes so heavy you can't support it anymore, so you quietly lay down under the shadows of the leaves, watching as the two figures walk away. Before you allow yourself to go back to sleep, you say it one more time, just for her to hear.

"I love you."

And soon enough, everything turns dark one more time, but this is different. Now you can finally allow yourself to relax and sleep because you know she'll be ok and so will you.

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newmysterygirl · 4 years ago

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Warning: Strong language and possibly graphic details.

A/N: This is not all sunshine and butterflies. I would recommend listening to Grenade by Bruno Mars but the slowed and revered version :)

"He's Dead"

I see the person point the gun to Oscar's head. I go to run towards the building, cocking my gun when I feel arms wrap around me, grabbing the gun and I let him because that wasn't the only gun I had on me and I wasn't gonna let Oscar die. Definitely not because of me.

"You can't" Sadeyes whispers

"Yes" I elbow him in the gut "I can" I whisper then start running.

As I'm running the person pushes the gun further into Oscar's temple which makes his head move and we lock eyes.

The guy grabs his chin roughly and puts the gun in his mouth. Which send me running again but I'm tackled. They wrapped their arms tightly around me.

I freeze and stare at him. His eyes widen then go back to normal. He looks behind me then looks at me again.

"Let me go" I say in a low voice but sternly

"No You aren't thinking straight. We can't just bust in" Joker says

"Yes the fuck we can. You know what you guys" I look at Sadeyes "don't got to but I'M not letting him die."

I see Sadeyes look up. I'm assuming at the guys and Oscar then I see him nod. He walks over to me and covers my mouth. I start squirming and try to bite,hit,kick,pinch whatever I could till I hear

POP POP POP

I freeze, look at Sadeyes and see it in his eyes.

He's dead.

I give up on fighting Joker and close my eyes, lean my head back on his shoulder and start sobbing. I try to be quite but at this moment I don't care and I could feel it. Physically in my chest. I've felt this before and I NEVER wanted to feel it again but here I am.

After I don't ever know how long Joker says "You gotta get up baby"

I don't respond in any way. I keep my eyes shut and cry.

Joker sits up and I feel Sadeyes pick my up bridal style. I put one arm around his neck and lay the other on my stomach "I gotchu mana" he whispers as I cry in his neck.

I hear a car pull up as Sadeyes is walking. I lift up my head and see Carlos,Tito,Benito and Cruz get out the Impala and Julio,Oso and Benny get out the van.

BOOM

Sadeyes turns around real quick and we see the place on fire.

I jump out of Sadeyes arms and this time I only hear foot steps behind me.

I hear the other's cock there's. We see the guys walking to their cars

I pull out the gun from my bra and cock it as I'm walking.

"19th street" the guys whisper

I watch them closely. I see one guy start to walk into the woods with the gas tank. I go into the trees. One or a couple of the guys follow me. The guy turns around and sees me and whoever followed me shot him then we dropped to the ground as the rest shot the 19th street Members.

Once the guns stopped I got up, grabbed the gas tank and walk towards the 19th street Members. Some dead some almost. As I get closer one that's sitting against the car say

"You couldn't show up could you? You're the reason he's dead. You killed him."

Then he get shots. Once in the neck, 2 in the stomach and 1 in the thigh and nun of those were from me.

I look at the boys on the floor and ask "They all dead"

Sadeyes says "Nah. Watcha thinkin"

I hand him the gasoline and pull out my lighter. He starts dumping it on the body's when Carlos walks up with another gasoline tank and starts pouring it on them.

After they are drenched. We all stand infront of the body's, take our lighters out and throw them on them. We step back as we watch them burn, squirm and some make some noises.

After a couple minutes we hear sirens so we run the other direction towards the cars and jump in. I get in the back of the van because I felt like I would feel to claustrophobic in the back of the Impala.

As I'm sitting in the back of the van I start thinking about this whole day.

That Morning

I wake up and Oscar's not next to me so I get up and walk into the hallway. I'm about to call his name when I hear

"They won't get her. I'd die before I'd let that happen"

I move up against the wall and continue to listen.

"They were wanting you but apparently figured it would be worse if quote 'both the King and Queen died'

"What's that supposed to mean" Oscar ask

"They plan on either taking you and making her go rescue you or take her and make"

"Me rescue her"

I close my eyes and think great. I step out where they can see me and Oscar turns around "buenos días mi Reina" he says moving towards me with a smile.

We kiss and I say "Mornin." Then I turn towards the guys "Morning guys"

They all bid me a morning and I look back at Oscar and ask "You really busy"

"No what's up?"

I nod my head towards the bedroom. He nods then turns back to the guys telling them he'd be back as I was walking down the hall. I walk in the bedroom and then he does and closes the door. I turn around and say "I heard"

He closes his eyes,rubs his chin and takes a deep breath before looking at me and saying.

"What you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya. Throw my hand on a blade for ya. I'd jump in front of a train for ya. You should know I'd do anything for ya. I would go through all the pain in the world for ya. Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you. Your telling me you wouldn't do the same"

"I would bu"

He interrupt by saying

"So. Let. Me. Handle it."

And he walks out slamming the door. I fall back on the bed with my arm over my eyes.

A Few Hours Before He Was Taken

Oscar says "I love you and I just want you safe"

"And I love you and I just want YOU safe. I can't let you die because of me. You got Cesar to think about. I'LL be ok."

Oscar says "NO. It's not up for discussion. You don't have to protect yourself anymore. I gotchu. I'LL handle this."

I just stare at him. He moves closer, grabbing my hand pulling me towards him, looking me in the eyes he says "I love you. Your el amor de mi vida princesa"

"I love you but" I look down at his chain

"I'm not used to this"

"I know" he tilts my chin up "but I gotchu"

I just nod because I know he's as stubborn as me so I know how this will go if I keep going. We kiss till there's a knock at the door saying it was time for him to go.

Back To Her In The Van

I didn't realize we had made it to the house because I was lost in my thoughts but when I snap out of it I see the guys standing there looking at me. I get out and walk into the house not saying anything to anybody because I know we are all fucked up right now. As I'm walking down the hall I check Cesar's room but don't see him. Thankfully.

I go to Oscar's room, get one of his shirts and boxers and take a quick shower. Once I get out I brush my teeth and get in bed. I smell him and it all hits me like a bat out of hell. I just can't stop the tears. I don't even hear to door open. I feel the bed indent and I gasp and sit up fast. I see Sadeyes

"It's ok. Sorry."

I wave him off then wipe my tears. I look at him and give him a sad smile. We all need each other right now it's not just me that lost someone.

"You can talk to me. We're all hurting."

He nods and gives me his best smile but I can see it in his eyes. "What that guy said"

I cut him off by saying "I should of been taken not him"

Sadeyes puts his hand on mine stopping me from talking.

"The plans changed and it was a last minute decision. He didn't die because of you. He died FOR you. He never looked,saw,treated or loved anyone like he did you. You were his Queen and your still his Queen and OUR Queen." He gives my hand a squeeze "We gotchu."

I give his hand a little squeeze and give him a small smile before saying "I gotchu guys too. If you want or need to vent. Like always I'm here.

He smiles "We know" then he kisses my forehead before standing up "I'll be on the couch tonight if you need me"

I just nod and he walks out. I grab Oscar's pillow and bury my face into it as I cry myself to sleep.

2 Years Later

Cesar is now the Leader of The Santos and I am a mother of 2 beautiful, Evil children.

I found out 5 weeks after Oscar died that I was 2 months pregnant.

With Twins.

I was soooooo lucky to have them because of the stress I was under I was worried but The Santos and Cesar were and are great.

I had a Boy named Mateo Spooky Diaz and a Girl named June Marie Diaz.

They are going through the terrible 2's right now so they are far from Santos.

Unless June is getting candy or money from one of her tíos or Mateo is getting whatever he wants at the moment from one of his tías. I lost the love of my life, felt like I lost everything but I honestly believe he's with me everyday because of those kids.

The End👩‍👧‍👦

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Vivian strikes again.

My leg shakes with each tap of my foot as I impatiently wait for her to come through that door. I've been waiting for nearly forty-five minutes.

Maybe I scared her off with pitching a fit over her not telling me about her miscarriages. But I had a good reason to be upset. Addict or not, I fucking deserved to know what the hell was going on.

"Where's your wife?" Amber asks me, glancing at her watch.

"Hiding more kids from me, probably." I mumble and she raises her brows, staring at me for a moment.

"While we wait for her, can you do me a favor?" She asks and I shrug. "Take a few minutes to try to imagine what having kids during the last four years would have been like with your drug addiction. Because you would still have a drug addiction--babies wouldn't have changed that." She points out. "Honestly," she adds. "Close your eyes, and take some breaths, and just use your imagination as to what having children during these last few years would have done to you, and to your wife.

I take a breath and close my eyes, deciding it probably couldn't hurt to try to wrap my head around being a dad right now, especially with as many as she lost...

1984

...I feel Viv's weight shift from me, her eyes closed, a little hum comes from her when she turns her back to me but still keeps close, her feet tangled with mine, her lions mane of hair still spread out over my pillow as well as hers. Despite being half asleep, myself, I tighten my arms hold just under her ribs and pull her to me before my hand slides over her five-month pregnant stomach.

I lull back to sleep, before I'm woken up merely minutes later by the sound of the baby crying and Vivian pulling herself away from me, putting her robe on to cover her naked body.

She sighs under her breath, mumbling something, and I sit up.

"I can go--"

"--No, I got it." She says, dismissively.

"Vivian, are you still pissed at me?" I ask.

"You ditched me on our anniversary and stayed out all night smoking smack and partying with your moron friends."

"I offered for you to come out with us." I remind her.

"I'm pregnant and we have a daughter here, Nikki. One of us needs to remember that." She adds before stomping out.

I roll my jaw and feel a spiteful twinge in my mind.

Perhaps spiteful, perhaps wanting to chase away the guilt of ditching her last night…

I end up in the bathroom, chasing the dragon, curled under my high while hearing Vivian softly sing hymnals to the six-month old…

I assume she knows exactly where I'm at once she's done, because I hear her walk back to our bedroom and, when she usually comes to find me so she's not by herself, she doesn't come looking for me.

1986

"...No, you idiot, not that…" I say to myself, rubbing my forehead, scribbling out the line of lyrics I've been fighting to get out.

The door of mine and Viv's bedroom is soon bursting at the hinges, allowing me to fully hear Pierce crying while Frannie and Johnny come rushing into the room, squealing.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I stop them before they can crawl under the bed. "What's goin' on?" I ask them, slowly hiding the Jack bottle in my bass case.

I spent last night freebasing and I'm still trying to coax myself down.

Frannie looks at me with sharp green eyes, her brown hair knotty looking from wallowing on the living room carpet earlier...Johnny, brown eyes and red hair, just puts his attention on the pissed off Vivian that's stalking her way in here with the baby.

"Um," Frannie starts, trying to think up her excuse.

"Francesca and Johnathan tried to tote Pierce off again." Vivian states, eyeing the two toddlers with daggers, and they slowly sink down to try to use me as a human shield.

"He's a new baby, Viv, they don't mean any harm. They just--"

"--Okay, well maybe if you put the bass down and actually come in here and help me out, you can supervise them while they 'hold' him, since I'm trying to start on dinner." She states.

I glance at the kids and then at her…

"Or you can stare at me like an idiot, too." She mumbles, going to shut the door as she says, "You have no issue knocking me up but won't help me with them once they're out."

I roll my jaw and grab my bottle of Jack, putting my bass back.

What the fuck?

If it wasn't for me writing songs, the band wouldn't have new material, which would mean no new album, which would mean no money--not enough to support her and three fuckings kids, anyway, so she should be thanking me for still wanting to provide for my fucking family. Because anybody else with three kids in two years would be putting a bullet through their skull.

"C'mon, guys," I say to Frannie and Johnny, and they follow me out, Frannie reaching up to grab my hand.

I put old cartoons on the TV while Viv puts Pierce down to sleep once he's drifted off.

On her way out of the nursery, I'm stopping her in the hallway, my hand grasping her arm in a tight hold, roughly tugging her into the guest bathroom, cracking the door.

I've got her against the counter, hand around her throat, gasping little breaths pushing past her lips for a moment as I say, "if you ever talk to me like that in front of my fucking kids again, I'll give you plenty to bitch about." I promise her, lowly, and she just looks up at me and nods.

"Now turn around." I say next and she glances at the door.

"Nikki, we don't have tim--"

"--They're watching TV. Turn around." I repeat and she grins a little, licking her lips and turns to face the mirror.

I'm unzipping my pants, yanking her shorts down and pushing her panties to the side before grabbing a fist full of her hair and sliding it in, tilting my head back and grinning as she makes little whimpers in an attempt to keep from being loud.

We've mastered the art of 'a good time in a short time,' and once we've both had our release, I'm zipping my pants back up, and she's still bent over the sink, hands white knuckling the edge of the counter, hair in her face, bite marks on her shoulders, cum down her shaking legs, trying to catch her breath.

I kiss the place between her shoulder blades, the back of her neck, her hair, my hand getting her hair from her face to look at her in the mirror.

She's looking at me with a little smile, right before, "I'm pregnant again," comes out and shatters my post-orgasm buzz.

My knuckles sting as blood rolls down my fist, glass falling onto the counter, sink, and floor, when I drive my fist past her and into the mirror.

She just hangs her head and I'm getting out, feeling the walls of the bathroom caving in on me.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Frannie asks as I grab my keys and my jacket.

"Nothing, Frannie. Daddy's going out, alright?" I tell her. "When mommy gets in here give her a big hug." I add, seeing Johnny's too enthralled with Charlie Brown to notice I'm even leaving.

I kiss her head and I'm out the door before Vivian gets out of the bathroom.

I swear the only thing keeping us together is the fact that when divorce is an unspoken thought for either of us, she gets pregnant.

I'm twenty-seven years old and I have a two year old, a one year old, a two month old, and now she's fucking knocked up again?!

How the hell is that even possible? Don't chicks need like six months for their bodies to reset after popping kids out or something? Jesus I married a PEZ dispenser with a never ending supply of eggs.

By the time I get to where I'm going, I already regret it.

Incense, crack fumes and perfume suffocate me as soon as she opens the door in her bra and panties.

Not necessarily in a sexy way--more so in a higher than a kite and disheveled type of way.

Which is perfectly fine with me because I don't need 'sexy' right now. I just need to get outta my head.

Despite that, though, clothes come off, we end up on the living room floor, and instead of smoking a cigarette once we're finished, we opt for more erasure.

"She's pregnant again." I confess to Tansy out of nowhere after breathing out some smoke, my mind getting pushed aside, the crawling of my skin starting to settle.

Blue eyes look at me as I hand it over before her greedy hands snatch it.

"What?" She asks me.

"Vivian's pregnant." I repeat.

"I am, too." She says it so seriously that I look at her for a second, before seeing the very corner of her lips tug for a millisecond.

"You're bullshitting me?"

"I'm bullshitting you." She says, giggling, and

I start ranting about it, my words getting more and more jumbled and lost the more hits of the pipe I take, until I'm not even worried about Vivian due to the paranoia that ensues.

I get home at 5:00a.m….the day after the next. How low do I have to be to continuously go her best friend and my own moronic self pity? I don't know.

I shut the door to the house and put my shit down, nearly tripping when I try to take my boots off.

I'm on Halcions and Jack, and I think they're starting to kick in because I'm fucking exhausted.

I glance at the living room scattered with toys and rub my face.

I get it: "Mötley Crüe, don't give a fuck, fuck precautions, fuck all of it," but come on, man.

How the hell could you be so fucking reckless?

I walk into our room, the lamp on Viv's night side table on while she's got one long leg out of the covers, laying on her stomach, arms under her pillow, the covers falling just enough to cover the tops of her thighs and her ass, her back and the side of her chest peeking out, exposed.

She looks fucking beautiful.

Oh, yeah, that's how the hell I could be so reckless.

I go rinse off in the shower for a second to try to wash away Tans and the drugs...maybe even guilt….

When I'm done, I peek out of the bathroom to see that she's still asleep, and I turn off her lamp and crawl into bed, closing my eyes for a moment.

I feel her move closer to me before her lips are pressing to my cheek, hands running over my chest gently before she lays down, throws her leg over my stomach, and rests her cheek on my chest.

"Are you still mad at me?" She questions softly, and I let out a breath.

"I'm mad at myself, Viv." I mumble.

"Oh." She replies quietly. "I would get on birth control but it wouldn't react well with my Nardil."

"You mean the Nardil you aren't taking anyway?"

She's silent.

"Honestly at a point where I don't even want to have sex anymore because you're gonna end up getting pregnant." I add, gruffly.

"Oh, come on, Nikki." She scoffs, not believing me.

"I'm serious, Vivian. I'm tired of being a fucking baby mill."

"Oh you're the baby mill? You just get your rocks off and I'm the one carrying the thing for nine months but you're the victim here?"

She sits up and glares at me.

"Yes! I am!" I argue. "You have this weird thing with cum that I've always thought was hot but now I'm starting to realize you're just trying to boulder me down."

"Nikki, you've made it very clear that marriage and babies aren't bouldering you down. You still go out and party and do your drugs and your day drinking--you were just gone for over a day...so I don't want to hear, 'you're bouldering me down,' because I'm not. If you wanna leave, then leave." She snaps.

I roll my eyes and she goes back to her side of the bed and turns away from me, before she snatches all the covers away from me.

I'm too tired for it so I just pass out.

1987

"Nikki!" Doc is banging away at my door, making me snarl to myself before capping my needle and hiding it under my pillow.

"What?!" I bark out, going to the door.

I swing it open, naked, aside from stained underwear, to see Vivian and my whole litter of kids.

"S-Surpise!" Viv tries to keep her tone light and cheery for the five kids around her, our brand new girls in her arms.

I don't know how to react except to shut the door in their faces and angrily get my shit together.

I'm out of the shower and dressed in the next hour, taking the smallest hit from the needle I hid, just as a maintenance dose, before I'm heading to Doc's room--where I'm assuming he took them when they realized I wasn't coming back out.

I knock on the door and Viv opens it, looking up at me.

"Suprise!" I mimic how she greeted me earlier, and she scowls at me and goes to slam the door in my face, but I'm stopping it with my hand and shoving it open.

"Daddy!" Frannie, Johnny, and Pierce come running to me and I'm getting down and letting them attack me, wrapping my arms around them. Pierce is nearly two, now, and he's nearly as tall as Frannie.

Dannie is walking cautiously to me, smiling at me and I meet him halfway and pick him up, kissing his cheek as I go over to the little babies Doc's supervising, one a replica of me, the other of Viv…

I lean down and kiss both of them, making them smile and kick their feet, excitedly.

I wasn't there with them when they were born.

I go over to Vivian, who's got her arms crossed, her jaw clenched.

"Does Daddy get a kiss from Mommy, too?" I ask.

"Daddy doesn't have to fuss at mommy for having more babies anytime soon because daddy isn't gonna get to be in the same bed as mommy for a long time." She replies.

"Mommy seems to forget that the last three babies weren't even made in a bed." I reply.

"Do you guys wanna few minutes alone? I can get Fred, Emi and Donna down here to help me." Doc offers and I look at him.

"That's out of character and nice of you." I state suspiciously.

"Despite you being an asshole, your kids aren't." He shrugs and I roll my eyes.

I kiss all of them bye for a couple hours, and put Dannie down before tugging at Viv's hand once Fred and the girls get here...I see Donna and feel guilty…one of the chicks I cheated on my wife with is taking care of our kids…

When we get to a new room--mines so out of wack I don't want Viv to pass out--we do what we do best and in the aftermath, small talk in between breaks of making out, Vivian drops the ball.

"I know you've been seeing her." She tells me out of nowhere when my lips press to her neck, quietly.

My body tenses up.

"What?" I sit up and she does, too.

"There's no need to be shocked that I found out--we both know you wanted me to find out. Why the hell else would you leave letters you two write back and forth with each other, out in our closet where you know I'd find them?"

I just look at her.

"You and Tansy, Nikki." She states, tears in her eyes. "Why the hell have you done this to me, Nikki? She's my best friend?"

Is she serious?

I get out of bed and pull my pants on, ignoring her.

"I'm not shocked, you know, I always knew you'd be a deadbeat husband and a deadbeat dad, just like your father."

I start clapping slowly, really appreciating her performance.

"Bravo, Vivian, really, you should get a fucking award for those tears." I state, fed up. "It's gotta be theatrics because what sense would it make for you to be genuinely upset I've been hooking up with Tansy, when you and Robbin have been seeing each other for two fucking years, now?!"

Her eyes widen, she looks like a deer in headlights...which just confirms it all the more to me.

"How fucked up do you have to be to cheat on your husband with his fucking brother, while pregnant with his fucking kid?" I ask and she takes heavy breaths, obviously trying to get her temper under control. "Not to mention that I'm starting to question if Dannie is even mine being as he looks nothing like me."

She's slapping the piss out of me, tears streaming down her face.

I rub at the stinging hot skin of my cheek and roll my jaw, staring at her a few seconds, before shoving her back to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, getting in her face while shouting, "you stupid fucking bitch, I fucking hate, you ruined my fucking life!"

She's sobbing now, her head turned, mascara staining her cheeks as I push myself off of her and trudge to the door.

"Cheating on me for two goddamn years, you fucking whore, who the hell do you think you are?! I can have kids with anybody, I can have anybody I want, but I fucking chose you and this is how you repay me?! Fuck you! There's a million fucking yous out there!" I throw a bottle at her and it misses by a couple inches and she sits up, trying to stand up as I open the door.

"I'm getting my fucking kids away from you, you fucking crazy cunt!" I call and she's rushing out, wearing my t-shirt to cover herself up, grabbing my hand and yanking me to a halt before I can start to Doc's room.

"You're not touching my kids, Nikki, I swear to God I'll fucking kill you, don't touch my fucking kids! You're fucking stoned!" She threatens me and I turn.

"Oh, you'll kill me?!" I bow up at her and she punches me, her ring cutting my cheek, before she's hitting me again.

She goes for a third time but I block her and shove her down, kicking her as hard as I can in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her.

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucking slut." I smear the blood from my cheek, banging on Doc's door as she crawls a few feet before managing to pull herself up, resting against the wall, coming towards me.

The door opens and I see Emi with Pierce in her arms.

I don't say a word to her, I just grab him and smile at him, bouncing him a little, as I say, "Frannie, John, c'mon!"

Of course they come, not realizing what's happening.

Until Vivian's trying to pry Pierce from my hands.

"Let go of my baby!" She screams at me, trying to bat me away from him while he starts whining.

She hits me with her closed fist in my ear and I lose it, punching her so hard she hits the ground, Frannie and John immediately start crying upon seeing their mother bloody and dismayed.

The door opens more to reveal Doc as Emi looks at me, horrified, pulling John and Frannie back inside before Doc's snatching Pierce from me.

"What the hell is going on?!" Doc shouts as guests peek their heads out of their doors.

It's as if my demons give me the reins back and split, leaving me to look down at my beat up wife, crying, hearing my traumatized kids crying out behind the door.

I just stumble back, my back hitting the wall before I'm sliding down it to the floor, staring off as Doc continues to yell at me...

...I blink, being pulled back to reality, staring down at the floor of Amber's office.

I'm not sure if we had kids by then, if Viv would have stayed or left. I'm not sure why I imagined I would've been with Tansy and not Vanity, why she would have had an affair with Robbin and not Duff...maybe I knew, subconsciously, that us having children at that time would have changed the way everything happened between us.

"I guess it was for the best." I reply to her, finally, looking at her.

"Everything happens for a reason." She assures me. "There is a reason she didn't have any babies in the past four years."

"Okay, wise one, is there any reason she isn't here today?"

VIVIAN

"...Mom, and my brother Jon, my sister Carol, my brother Mark, my brother Bruce, my sister Joan, my other sister Claudia, and that's Matt--you know Matt," he glances at me and I nod, looking at the picture of the family, "And then there's me." He points to a toddler and I grin, looking at him. "My dad didn't wanna be in the picture, which I'm glad he wasn't because I would've cut him out if it, anyway when he left, so…" he shrugs, looking at it another moment. "Alright, let me show you to your room." He wiggles his brows and I giggle as he picks up my suitcase and leads me back down a hallway.

"This is Joan's old room, obviously been redecorated because it's not covered in ABBA and Cher ." He mumbles.

"I heard that!" Joan says from the living room.

"No ya didn't!" He replies, smiling at me, putting my suitcase on the bed. "Everybody's coming over for dinner tonight so you have time to take a nap, get comfortable, whatever." He shrugs and I nod.

"Okay." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm gonna go help my mom and Joan start cooking." He adds.

"I can hel--"

"--You didn't sleep at all on the way up here, Viv."

"Because I wasn't tired." I lie and he looks at me.

"Take a nap." He tells me, moving the suitcase off of my bed.

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"Love you." He leaves me, shutting the door and I get on the bed, getting comfortable, and wondering what Nikki's doing right now...he's probably shitting a brick.

After an hour, the door is opening and Duff's squeezing my fuzzy sock covered feet, making me laughs and yank my legs away from him.

I haven't slept, but I've rested enough that I don't feel as sluggish.

"You stink." I wrinkle my nose when he lays beside me.

"Onions." He replies. "Joan kicked me out for chasing her around with the raw chicken." He adds.

"And now raw chicken juice is on my feet?" I ask.

"No, I washed my hands." He assures me.

"Okay." I chuckle, rubbing my lips together.

"Who all's coming to dinner?" I ask, next. "Jon, Bruce, Claudia, and my buddy Andy." He informs me. "Matt's coming up to go out for breakfast with me, you, Andy, and Joan tomorrow morning, and later this week we're gonna have a barbecue and you'll get to meet everybody, including my nieces and nephews." He adds and I raise my brows.

"That's a lot of people." I reply, raising my brows.

"Very big family." He agrees.

"It's weird." I say next and he furrows his brows. "Not like that, just...I don't know I'm used to being the only child, no cousins, no aunts or uncles--well, aside from aunt Lily--Nikki's not real close to his family, so we just...we're not really big on family." I shrug. "Well, dad is, he's always wanted more kids and a big family, I think, but my mom didn't so he didn't press her about it since she was ultimately the one who'd be carrying them." I add.

"Do you want anymore kids?" He asks me and I let out a breath.

"I'm not sure…" I trail off. "...I'd like to, but I don't know. I haven't thought about it, much." I lie and he nods.

"Do you want anymore kids?" I ask him.

"I do at some point, I don't think Mandy wants to, though. She says being a step-mom at the age of twenty-five is enough." He tells me.

"Maybe she'll change her mind." I say.

"She didn't want any kids when we first dated, so I think the only reason she's even making leeway for a stepchild is because she loves me."

"It says a lot about her if she's willing to do that, though. A lot of women would've left."

"Yeah, she's cooler about it than I thought she'd be." He agrees. "What did Nikki do when you first told him?"

"He cried." I admit. "Like, a lot."

"That's understandable." He says lowly.

"Yeah, it is." I nod. "He's okay with it, now, though. He's not mad at either of us. I think he's more upset with himself about the whole thing."

It's quiet for a few minutes before I get up enough courage to ask him, "are you happy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like...you know...our break up, and then you and Mandy are engaged now and I'm pregnant…"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I'm great, Viv." He assures me, sounding genuine. "I don't know, things are a mess and crazy right now but I feel like it's falling into place at the same time, you know?"

I nod, smiling softly…

…I bought it for that moment.

I realized he was lying to himself the next morning at breakfast when he told the waitress to bring him a screwdriver--a triple--and, "just keep 'em coming."

#gateway drug #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction

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I wish you'd write a fic where jaskier just, befriends monsters. Has this been done before like a million times? Maybe. Am i tired of seeing it? Never. I just wanna read about jask giving werewolves belly rubs or playing with baby griffins and napping with just like, a normal bear, until the day i die. (While writing this i got another idea, i'll send another ask hold on lmao)

The archgriffin lets out a final shriek as Geralt’s sword pierces it between the ribs. He pulls the blade out with a wet squelch when the monster falls over with a loud thud, its eyes staring up at the sky unseeing, its wings draped around its limp body.

It hadn’t been an easy fight and Geralt’s physically and mentally drained, his vision too sharp around the edges, the world slightly too loud in his ears, his slow heartbeat slightly sped up to work all the potions out of his system as quickly as possible.

He takes a moment to breathe, to just be in this world of too much. And as he does so, he hears a distinctly human heartbeat somewhere nearby, accompanied by six other softer, quicker heartbeats, the sound of lavender and the soft crooning of Jaskier’s voice.

Geralt frowns. The bard was supposed to stay at the camp - he made sure Jaskier had understood how dangerous it would be to be in the archgriffin’s vicinity. But, unsurprisingly, Jaskier clearly hadn’t listened. He never does.

He sighs, following the sound of Jaskier’s voice as he wonders in the back of his mind where the six smaller heartbeats could be coming from.

He finds out when he reaches the source of the lavender: the griffin’s nest.

Jaskier’s sitting in the middle of it, laughing gleefully as six archgriffin cubs clamber around him, crooning and chirping delightedly as they compete for the bard’s attention. His nimble hands are full with petting them, arms waving this way and that to give every cub as much love as possible.

“I told you to stay back,” Geralt growls at Jaskier, who looks up with sunshine in his eyes and the whole world’s joy around his lips.

“Oh, don’t give me that ‘you could’ve been killed’-speech, Geralt. I just wanted to see the fight up close or once. And look what I’ve found!” A griffin cub nibbles on the edge of his doublet. “Can we keep them, please? I’ll take good care of them, I promise.”

“You could have been killed. I didn’t tell you to stay back for no reason. And no, we can’t keep them. They’re monsters.”

“Oh, please, Geralt! Their mother is dead and their father is clearly a deadbeat. They’ll starve if we leave them here!”

“They won’t. I’ll take care of them.” Jaskier’s face lights up and Geralt rolls his eyes. “Not like that. I’ll give them a merciful-” The bard’s face falls and something ugly and guilty rears up in Geralt’s chest. He sighs, resigning himself to his fate. “Fine. You can keep them. But just until they’re old enough to take care of themselves.” And then I’ll kill them. He doesn’t say that last part.

Jaskier’s face lights up again. “Yay! Hey, if we train them right, they’ll be able to keep me safe. Less worrying for you.”

“Hmm.” He’s got a point, there. “Perhaps. Or perhaps they’ll kill you in your sleep.”

Jaskier makes a face at him. “No, they won’t. I’m their mama-”

“No you’re not. I just killed their mother.”

“-which makes you their papa!” Geralt rolls his eyes as Jaskier stands up, gathering two cubs in his arms, another one latching onto the back of his doublet, and another onto the leg of his trousers. “Come on! Let’s go, darling dearest, the children need to be fed.”

Geralt grumbles some more, gathering the remaining two cubs in his arms, trying not to dwell on the way Jaskier just called him ‘darling dearest’. The next few months are going to be interesting ones, he already knows.

#audience with the king #drabble #ask game #sorry it took a while my family was forcing me to watch a bad movie lmao #Anonymous

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Love Like This

AN: Basically you’re stuck in quarantine and you’re reflecting on the things that make Alexander who he is. Oh, you’ve also got some pretty fantastic news for him.

Cotton candy clouds of fluff.

“Saturday nights used to look a hell of a lot different than this one, didn't they?”

Where once there were movie premiers to attend, award shows to be embarrassingly proud at, cocktails to be sipped, friends to laugh with… you are at home for the foreseeable future.

Alexander glances up from his phone to beam at you. “Maybe so. But this happens to be one of the better Saturday evenings I've had.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

Alexander shrugs. “I'm with my best friend.”

It’s currently late into the evening and a soft rain patters gently against the glass kitchen windows. Alexander's just finished his second glass of chardonnay and he's leant over the gleaming marble counter top, phone clutched in his hand. He's tired tonight; keeps squinting down at the content on his phone and letting out long yawns every few minutes. As you take in all six foot four of his frame, from the unkempt quarantine hair and the five o’clock (almost six now) shadow forming on his face, to the worn sweatpants hanging low on his hips… you reflect silently on the things you know to be certain about the elder Swede before you.

The first thing that comes to mind is his complete adoration for his family. It never ceases to make you feel suddenly warm and fuzzy inside just thinking of it. He frequently tells you how excited he is to get the two of you back to Sweden when this is all over- “Just you and I and the rest of the family on our little island.” Last night he spent over two hours happily talking to Gustaf while he nursed a couple of his favourite beers. This morning you both had the pleasure of having facetime pancakes with his mother, the memory of it causes you to smile softly to yourself.

“Whatcha smiling about over there, kid?” Alexander pipes up.

“Your mum,” and your heart sings as you watch the grin bloom across his face.

The next thing is his intense love of coffee. Being someone who travels more than the average person, he has become quite the caffeine connoisseur. There is actually a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen dedicated to bags of exotic beans he's found along his travels and it isn't uncommon for the first thing you hear in the morning to be the muffled whir of his ever-coveted machine in the corner next to the spice rack.

“What on earth is that?”

“What's what, kid?”

You gestured to the pile of expensive looking metal beneath the kitchen window.

“That… thing.”

Alexander scoffed in mild offence. “That thing, is my new baby. That thing roasts coffee beans like hot damn. Starbucks could never,” He hissed under his breath.

You're pretty sure you could write a book of all of things you know to be true about him. That he loves nothing more sometimes than to stroll anonymously around the city. That he'll spend an entire day pouring through a book if it's good enough. That there is a small wooden box next to your bed that is chock-full of hand written love letters from him. Some are written on airplane napkins in his slightly shaky, but still signature scrawl and some are on luxuriously thick paper purchased from a stationery shop in Siena. You know and adore the way his accent thickens when he's had a little too much to drink. (He's definitely been guilty of forgetting that your Swedish is still quite rusty, yet attempting to launch into full-on conversations with you regardless of that fact.) Or the way his cerulean gaze lightens or darkens depending on his mood.

Alexander sighs tiredly and hoists his arms high above his head in a stretch. He yawns and pockets the phone in his pants. “I'm going to start getting ready for bed, kid. You coming?”

His bedtime routine varies from night to night. Some nights he starts out reading; could be a novel someone's suggested to him or a script he's been sent. Whatever it is, his brain has a habit of running away on him from time to time and settling into a good chapter is a sure-fire way to have him sleepy within the hour. Some nights he's intent on making you feel amazing; he'll spend hours between your legs, taking his sweet time. Other nights, particularly if he's just been home after a long shoot, he simply holds you close to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you kid.”

It's a mantra he only whispers when he's missed you more than he can say.

“Yeah baby. I'll be up in a few minutes.”

You drain what's left of your tea and make sure everything's turned off in the kitchen. Alexander is perched on his side of the bed when you enter the room. You marvel at the way his back muscles ripple and flex in the low lamplight as he stretches before bed. You’ve told him numerous times in the past how beautiful he is, but most of the time he just laughs it off.

“Couldn't hold a candle to you, kid.”

You pad over to the bed to undress, trying in vain to ignore the sudden prickle of nerves in your belly. Alexander is already waiting for you, arms outstretched for you to fall into. You settle into him as you have thousands of times before, and each time never fails to feel like coming home. You know his scent; a heady mix of body wash, cologne and sweat. You have memorized the sound of his heartbeat and the way it makes you feel when it beats against your shoulder blade. “Saturday nights are about to look a lot different than they do now, Alex.”

One thing, and maybe it’s the thing that stands out the most to you, is how much Alexander loves children. He's always had a way with them; they flock to him in droves. Your heart thrums in your chest when you think of the first time he got to meet his baby niece, or the hundreds of facetimes he’s had with his younger brothers. It's possible that this has everything to do with him being the elder brother of seven other siblings, but he's simply just a natural with them. Where his patience often lacks with adults, he never fails to make time for kids and it's never been a secret he's tried to hide. In fact, it was one of the first things he revealed about himself when you first began seeing him.

“I'd love a big family in the future. That seems like the ultimate dream, doesn't it? Waking up every morning to the sound of tiny, barefoot pitter-patters?”

You couldn't deny the way his glassy blue orbs lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of his own family someday.

“I know I'm going to be a father someday. I don't doubt that it's going to be difficult and terrifying beyond all measure but I do know that it’s going to be the most important role of my life… and I really just can't wait for it.”

Alexander somehow knows exactly what you mean without further elaboration. He sits up straight in bed and pats your arm twice so you can follow suit. Instinctively, his large, warm hands travel to the bump that is mere months away from making an appearance in your belly. He swallows hard and clears his throat, you notice the way his lips quiver ever so slightly before he asks, “Are we?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch tears brim in the corners of his eyes. “Yeah Alex, we are.”

He tilts his head back and, you doubt you'll ever forget the sound of his laugh or the way the tears roll down his cheeks in unbelievably happy streams. After a while he drops his head to your belly and proceeds to pepper dozens of kisses over the expanse of your exposed skin. He stays like that for what feels like hours; and when he finally gazes back up at you, he's beaming so wide he puts sunshine to shame.

“Can't wait to tell the family, kid.”

#and the entirety of the next day would be spent on the phone #lots of happy tears #multiple questions for bill #he'd be the best papa #no one can change my damn mind #alexander skarsgard x reader #alexander skarsgard fanfic #fanfic #alexander skarsgard oneshot #alexander skarsgard fluff #alexander skarsgard drabble #drabble #writing #oneshot #alex sstuff #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård

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