#yes it took me forever to write this because i had the idea and then i procrastinated like i always do

[vampiilure]

HII I saw you write for Kai Parker and I got so excited (the Kai lovers are starving I fear) but I also fear I’m terrible with ideas and have no idea what to request..??

So I suppose I’m asking for Kai Parker X reader authors choice!

Sorry if this is annoying ily

i took forever on this cause i didn't know what i wanted to do but it turned out fine! kai i think is a little out of character imo. (more people should write for him i love him) and don't worry it's not annoying ily :)

Chemistry

Summary: Damon ropes you into helping with a spell, but you didn't sign up for Kai Parker and his nonstop mouth- or how irritatingly attractive he is when he's not being a total menace. 

Kai Parker x fem!reader (i think) 

Genre: slow burn, flirty banter, humor

WC: 2932

The problem with Kai Parker wasn’t that he was a sociopath.

It was that he was a charming one.

You were reminded of this fact every time he opened his mouth, and unfortunately, he was doing a lot of that today.

“Do you have to pace?” you muttered from the couch, flipping another page in the grimoire you were supposed to be studying. “You're giving me secondhand anxiety.”

Kai stopped mid-step, turned with theatrical flair, and cocked his head at you. “Well, I could sit. But I'd have to sit next to you. And given how high-strung you are, I'm not sure that's a safe idea.” 

You didn't bother looking up. “Please. You’d be lucky to sit next to me.”

“Oh, believe me,” he said, strolling over anyway, “I am very aware of how lucky I am.”

He dropped down beside you with zero regard for personal space. His thigh brushed yours. On purpose.

You inched away. “I don't remember inviting you over.”

He reached for the edge of the grimoire, tugging it down so you had to meet his eyes. “You didn't. But you looked lonely. All that brainpower, no one to irritate you into using it.”

“Don't flatter yourself,” you said, dry. “I was ignoring you successfully before you sat down.”

“Lies,” he grinned. “You live for my attention.”

You rolled your eyes. “I live for the day Damon snaps your neck and leaves you in a ditch.”

Kai clutched his chest, mock-wounded. “Ouch. So violent. Do all your crushes get death threats or am I just special?”

You snapped the book shut and turned to face him. “You're not special kai. You're annoying. Like a mosquito in human form.”

“Then why haven't you swatted me yet?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, then sighed. 

“Because you'd probably enjoy it.”

He leaned in, smirking. “You're not wrong.”

You met his eyes, that signature glint of chaos dancing in his expression. His proximity ws infuriating. Not because it made you uncomfortable- but because it didn't.

His presence was magnetic in the most inconvenient way possible.

“You really have no shame,” you said, voice flat.

“Why would i?” he asked, tilting his head. “Shames just insecurity with bad PR.”

You snorted despite yourself.

He lit up. “Was that a laugh? Are you enjoying my company?”

“Don't get excited,” you said quickly. “It was a pity laugh.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummend, still grinning. “You know, the more you insult me, the more I think you like me.”

“And the more you talk,” you replied, “the more I think about setting you on fire.”

Kai leaned even closer, breath warm against your cheek. “Kinky.”

You shoved his shoulder, but he didn't move far. Just enough to flash you that irritatingly perfect smile, the one that made you want to kiss him and slap him in equal measure.

“I'm serious,” you muttered.

“About the fire?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Because if it's a slow burn, I'm all in.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. “You're unbelievable.” 

“I've been told.”

You sighed, shook your head, and turned away- only for him to casually drape his arm across the back of the couch behind you. Not touching. Not quite. But there.

“You want me to leave?” he asked.

Yes, you should’ve said. Instead, what came out was, “only if you take your ego with you.”

“So never?” he teased.

You glanced sideways at him, caught the gleam in his eye, the hint of something sharper beneath the grin.

“I hate you,” you said

His smirk softened, just for a heartbeat, “No, you don't.”

Your jaw clenched. You turned away, eyes on the grimoire again, pretending to skim the text, but your heart was thudding too loudly in your chest to read a single word. You felt the heat of him beside you, the slow drag of his gaze across your profile. He was watching you, waiting. Not with that usual smug satisfaction he wore like cologne, but with something quieter. Hungrier.

“I should, you muttered, flipping a page just to do something with your hands. “You're arrogant. Obnoxious. Completely incapable of shutting up.”

He leaned in closer. “You forgot devastatingly handsome.”

You gave him a flat look. “I was being generous.”

Kais fingers brushed your wrist, light, barely there, but enough to send a shiver straight through you.

“And yet,” he said softly, “you haven't moved.”

You hated that he was right. Hated it even more that you didn't want to move.

“Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment to hex you.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and genuine. “You know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please,” you said, crossing your arms. “Do enlighten me.”

“You want to hate me. You tell yourself you should. But you don't.”

Your pulse spiked. “You're delusional.”

He shifted, sliding his hand across the back of the couch until his fingers ghosted against your shoulder. You could smell him now, cedar, magic, something stormy and charged beneath the surface. 

“Maybe,” he said, voice lower now, more careful. “But I know what I see when you look at me. It's not just an annoyance. Or disgust. Not even close.”

You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry.

“Don't flatter yourself,” you said again, quieter this time.

He smiled, smaller now. Not mocking. Not teasing. Just..present. Real.

“Flattery’s boring,” he said. “I’d rather tell you the truth.”

You glanced at him, really looked this time, and saw it, the way his mask had slipped just slightly. He wasn't trying to manipulate. Not this time. This was kai without the showmanship, without the deflection. Dangerous, yes. But honest.

It was unsettling. 

Worse, it was disarming.

And you hated that even more.

You shifted your posture, straightening your spine like it might somehow reestablish control. “You always talk this much, or is it just a nervous tic when someone isn't impressed by your personality?”

His lips curled. “I dont think youre unimpressed. I think you're trying really hard to be.”

You snorted. “What gave it away, the eye-roll or the deep, bone deep loathing?”

“Neither,” he said smoothly. “It's the fact that you still haven't hexed me. Which, for a self-proclaimed hater, is kind of suspicious.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but didn't. Mostly because he was right, and partially because you couldn't stop noticing how close he was again. The kind of close that made it very obvious he had no concept of boundaries. Or maybe he just didn't care. He was Kai Parker, after all. Personal space was a myth and the rules didn't apply.

He leaned in just slightly, not enough to be obvious, but enough to make your breath catch. “If you wanted me gone,” he murmured, “you wouldn't still be sitting here playing spellbook footsie with me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I am not-”

He nudged your ankle with his under the table.

“You just did it again,” he said innocently.

You glared. “You're insufferable.”

He grinned. “Yet here we are. Suffering together.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You know, there are probably potions that could fix your personality.”

“And yet,” he said, tapping the grimoire in your lap, “you're not brewing any.”

You tilted your head. “Maybe I'm saving them for something worse.”

“Worse than me?” he gave you an exaggerated look of disbelief. “What could possibly be worse than me?”

“You with a megaphone.”

He laughed. Actually laughed. It was a sound that scraped under your skin in a way you weren't prepared for. Too genuine. Too easy.

You hate that he could do that, disarm you, rile you up, get under your skin like some spell you didn't remember casting.

“Admit it,” he said, voice low, almost sing-song. “You like me. A little.”

“I like you the way people like thunderstorms,” you shot back. “Exciting from far away. Catastrophic up close.”

He let out a low whistle. “Damn. That was poetic. Almost turned me on.”

You rolled your eyes again, sharper this time. “Do you ever stop?”

He pretended to think about it. “Nope. But you like that about me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” you said, but your voice didn't have the bite it shouldve.

Because somewhere in the middle of all the sarcasm, the distance had strunk again. His knee was brushing yours. His hand, casually thrown across the back of the couch, was just barley behind your shoulders. Like he might let it drop, or maybe he wouldn't. Like he knew exactly what kind of game he was playing.

And damn it, you were playing it too.

Which only made you more irritated.

You leaned just slightly away, breaking the proximity like it was no big deal, even though your heart was thudding like you'd just sprinted through a spell. “You always this handsy, or am I just special?”

He didn't miss a beat. “You're definitely special. Most people would’ve stormed off by now. But not you. You're just sitting there, soaking in my presence like its sunlight.”

“More like a migraine,” you muttered.

He gave a dramatic sigh and rested his chin on his hand studying you. “You’re like the mean girl I never got to have a crush on in high school.”

You raised a brow. “Let me guess- you were too busy stabbing classmates with pencils and emotionally scarring your siblings?”

He made a face. “Wow. You have been reading my file.”

“I skimmed it,” you said casually. “Right between ‘homicidal tendencies’ and ‘chronic inability to shut up.’”

His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “And here you are, trading insults with me instead of helping Damon with the ritual prep. Almost like you'd rather be here.”

“Don't flatter yourself again. Damon asked me to babysit you.”

“Mm. And what an excellent job you're doing.” his gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second, so quick you almost missed it. Almost. “You've only threatened my life three times today. That's practically foreplay.” 

You shot him a glare, but your pulse betrayed you. He was annoying. Infuriating. He poked at your nerves like a kid with a stick and zero self-preservation instincts.

But he also had that maddening glint in his eye, the one that said he saw through your carefully sharpened sarcasm like it was glass.

You shifted again, closing the grimoire and setting it aside with a snap. “If you think this is foreplay, your standards are worse than your haircut.”

He scoffed, flicking a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. “Low blow. You wound me.”

“Not yet,” you muttered, stretching your legs out. One accidentally brushed his. You didn't move.

He noticed. His smirk deepened. “Careful, sweetheart. You keep doing that, I'm gonna think you want me to flirt with you.”

You scoffed. “If I wanted you to flirt with me, I'd be unconscious.” 

He leaned in, just slightly. “Weird. Because your body language is giving mixed signals.”

“You're imagining things.” 

“You're imagining me.” his grin was all teeth now, the kind that said he knew he was getting under your skin. “And don't bother denying it. I've seen the way you stare when you think I'm not looking.”

You raised an unimpressed brow. “Trust me, if I were fantasizing about you, it'd be in the context of punching you in the face.”

He grinned wider. “Kinky.” 

You groaned and stood, needing space. “You know, I came here to help with the prison world spell, not participate in whatever twisted flirting olympics you think this is.”

He followed suit, standing far to close again. “You say that, but I noticed you haven't left.”

You turned around slowly, giving him the kind of look that could curdle milk. “That's because Damon said, and i quote, ‘Don't let Kai kill anyone or monologue for more than two minutes.’”

He raised a hand, mock-solemn. “I've been mostly good.”

“Mostly isn't reassuring when your idea of ‘good’ includes setting things on fire for dramatic effect.”

“Hey,” he said, voice light, “magics supposed to be fun. You're just mad because I'm better at it.”

You spun around to face him, crossing your arms. “You're not better at it. You're just louder.”

He grinned again, taking one step closer, voice dropping just slightly. “Loud gets results, baby.”

You stared him down, not flinching, not stepping back. The air between you crackled, not with magic this time, but something far more inconvenient.

Tension.

Unspoken and unacknowledged and absolutely there. 

“Careful,” you said, your voice soft and sharp all at once. “Keep talking like that and I might forget how much I want to throw you into the nearest wall.”

He tilted his head. “And I might forget how much I like watching you pretend you don't enjoy this.”

Your smile was slow and hesitant. “Enjoy what?”

He leaned in, close, but not close enough to touch. “Me.” 

You held his gaze a second too long. Then, with an airy little shrug, you turned and walked past him, deliberately brushing his shoulder.

“Keep dreaming, Parker.” you called over your shoulder, striding toward the back room where the older grimoires were kept, half to actually grab one and half to get some distance before your mouth said something your brain couldn't recover from.

Behind you, you heard Kai chuckle softly. Then footsteps.

Of course he was following.

“Not dreaming,” he called. “Manifesting.”

You rolled your eyes but didn't turn around. “Manifesting what, exactly? A restraining order?”

“I was thinking more like a mutual confession of irresistible sexual tension, followed by a spontaneous make-out sesh, but hey, same vibe.”

You reached the library alcove and ran your fingers along the spines of the older tomes. “You need help,” you muttered.

“I need therapy,” he said, suddenly much closer, “but you'll do in a pinch.”

You turned, ready to deliver another cutting remark, but he was right there. No space. No warning. Just Kai, all sharp smirk and charged air and too blue eyes that didn't look so amused now.

“Back off, Parker,” you said, but it didn't come out as firm as you wanted.

“I would,” he murmured, “but I don't really feel like it.”

You took a step back. Bad move.

You hit the bookcase behind you with a dull thud and kai stepped forward in perfect sync, closing the gap. One hand braced casually above your shoulder. The other hovered just slightly at your side, like he was debating whether or not to touch you. His eyes flicked over your face, hungry but still playing the game.

Your breath caught, and not just from the proximity.

“You’re in my space.” you said, voice tight.

He tilted his head. “You came in here. I just followed.”

“To get away from you.”

He smiled. “And yet here we are.”

Your heart pounding. Every nerve buzzed, alight and off balance. You were toeing the edge of something reckless, and he was loving it.

“You really think you can just back me into a wall and I'll fall at your feet?” you asked, trying to sound unimpressed. You didn't quite nail it.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting close to your jaw, breath warm. “No,” he whispered. “I think you’ll fight it. Hate it. And then you’ll kiss me like it's the worst decision you’ve ever made.”

Your fingers curled into the edge of the shelf behind you, knuckles white. He wasn't touching you, not yet, but your body was already betraying you, leaning slightly forward, eyes flicking to his lips before you could stop yourself.

He noticed.

His smirk faded. Just a fraction.

Then, like gravity finally caught up to both of you, it happened.

You kissed him.

Or maybe he kissed you.

It was hard to tell who moved first, one second there was space, the next it was gone, mouths colliding with a mix of heat and defiance. Your hands shoved at his chest, like you meant to push him away, but your fingers twisted in his shirt instead. His hands found your waist, one sliding up your spine, the other gripping your hip like he couldn't stand the idea of letting go. 

You gasped as your back hit the shelf harder than intended, and a cascade of dusty books tumbled around you, hitting the floor in a clatter, but neither of you flinched.

He groaned against your mouth, the sound low and almost dangerous. “Told you,” he murmured, lips brushing yours between kisses, “worst decision ever.”

“Shut up.” you breathed, pulling him back in, teeth catching his bottom lip before he deepened it again, hotter now, less playful, more desperate.

His tongue slid against yours with infuriating skill, like he'd  been imagining this as long as you had. Maybe longer. He kissed like he fought, unapologetic, clever, a little unhinged, and it made your knees weak.

You broke apart for air, panting. His forehead dropped against yours. Neither of you spoke for a second.

“I still hate you.” you whispered.

His smile was smug, breathless. “Yeah? Hate me harder.”

You shoved him back by the chest, not hard enough to mean it. “Pick up the damn books, Parker.”

He laughed, low and wrecked. “Fine. But only because watching you bend over might kill me.”

You rolled your eyes and tried not to smile.

You failed.

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[piastri-fvx]

My Forever Valentine. Ollie Bearman.

Pairing: Ollie Bearman x girlfriend!reader, smau

Summary: When Ollie Bearman and a girl with a private account have matching bios and fans find out. (lowkey inspired by an instagram reel i saw w an idea for matching bios!! the song the lyrics are from is Stephanie by Nafeesisboujee)

Face Claim: Sabrina Carpenter & girls from pinterest!! (currently waiting for Short 'n Sweet Deluxe to drop 😫)

Disclaimer/s: none!!!

A/N: VALENTINES SPECIALLLLLL sad and depressed because my valentine isn't with me right now, but i'm writing this on the day before valentines day and i'll see him tomorrow sooooo 😚

✭ Masterlist. ✭

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@f1gossip

liked by user1, user2, user3, user4, user5 and 104.384 others

f1gossip f1 rookie ollie bearman allegedly has matching bios with a mystery girl. the girl has a private account but her bio lets us know that she seems to go to Harvard

tagged: @yourusername, @olliebearman

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user1 HARVARD???

-> user2 he got himself a smart one

-> user3 well, he did if all of this is true

user4 OH SHE'S GORGEOUS

user5 i hope this is true

-> user6 same i'd be so happy for him

user7 she looks like a 12/10 bro

-> user8 a 12/10 dating ollie, aka another 12/10?

-> user9 it'd be perfect tbh

user10 NOOOOOO HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINEEEE

user11 alright she's gorgeous but like what about me? 😣

user12 that's adorable though 😭

-> user13 i love when people have matching biossss

-> user14 sameee

-> user15 i wish i had someone to do that with 😩

@olliebearman

liked by yourusername, haasf1team, estebanocon, f1gossip, flavy.barla and 1.394.383 others

olliebearman ❤️🖤🤍

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yourusername no photo credits? 😣 liked by author

-> olliebearman my bad ☺️ photo was taken by y/n

-> user1 is anyone else seeing this?

-> user2 am i hallucinating?

-> user3 if you are, we all are

user4 why is he glowing 😩

user5 the LOVE?

-> user6 the eyes, chico 😜 they never lie

user7 okay so if y/n took the photo, i'm pretty sure he's in love with her

-> user8 no doubt

user9 cutieeeee 🥰

user10 so pookie

-> user11 wish he was mine

user12 OLLIE. do you have a valentine? (asking for a friend) 😁😁😁

-> olliebearman i do, actually ☺️

-> user13 wait who's your valentine?

-> olliebearman that's a secret 😚

-> user14 i'm telling yall right now, it's y/n

user15 Y/N IS HIS VALENTINE.

user16 ollie your valentine is so pretty

-> user17 real

user18 ollie can i pls have your valentine?

-> olliebearman respectfully, hell no

-> user19 okay you go ig?

user20 ❤️❤️❤️

@f1gossip

liked by olliebearman, yourusername, user1, user2, user3 and 593.937 others

f1gossip y/n has made her account public!!

tagged: @yourusername

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yourusername chat... why am i on an f1 gossip page? liked by author

-> user1 why hello ☺️

-> user2 because of ollie

-> user3 yeah because of your boyfriend 🥰

olliebearman lol

-> user4 not both of them commenting-

user5 OLLIE AND Y/N LIKED

user6 guys check out her account

-> user7 YES!! your eyes will get blessed

user8 her aesthetic is literally to die for

user9 guys she has some pics with ollie

-> user10 and the first one with him was literally her first ever post from a few years ago

user11 i feel so betrayed

user12 how long have they been dating wth???

-> user13 lmao

-> user14 not you thinking they have to tell you

@yourusername

liked by olliebearman, user1, flavy.barla, alexandrasaintmleux, user2 and 583.846 others

yourusername my forever valentine (by default 👹)

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user1 might as well have just tagged ollie

user2 ollie and multiple f1 wags in the likes?

-> user3 isn't that kinda suspicious...

olliebearman he looks soooo hot

-> yourusername yeah..

-> user4 okay that is 100% ollie

-> user5 yeah makes sense

user6 how ollie felt after calling himself hot: 😝😝😝

-> user7 he though he ate

-> user7 but he actually devoured

-> user8 SLAYYYYY

user9 mollie follie skibidi ollie

-> user10 poetry at its finest

-> user11 masterpiece

-> user12 literally changed my life for the better

user13 the flowers are so pretty bro 😍

user14 depressed

-> user15 even more so now

user16 the aesthetic ughhhhh

-> user17 frrrr

-> user18 TYSM for making your account public y/n

user19 y/n is actually my new favorite person lmao

@olliebearman

liked by yourusername, user1, user2, user3, niallhoran and 948.393 others

olliebearman my kind of valentines day ❤️

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yourusername happy 6th valentines day together 💕 liked by author

-> olliebearman happy valentines day, my loveeee ☺️

-> user1 i- wha-

user2 so they went from 'secret' to 'my love'????

user3 no valentine this year and then this, 2026 about to be my year

-> user4 i relate

user5 now i want a boyfriend 😭

user6 this i better than any romcom netflix has ever made

-> user7 they can't compete with olliey/n 😚

user8 girl, we don't care if you're dragging us. just marry him already, like please 🙏

-> user9 i will if she doesn't

-> yourusername no you won't 😍

-> user10 oopsie daisy

user11 ollie casually dropping the biggest bombshell of 2025 like it's no big deal

user12 can we talk about how he just fucking hard launched this goddess of a woman???

-> user13 my heart is beating so fast even though i'm not her

user14 my endgame

user15 😍😍😍

niallhoran big fan of whatever this is liked by author

-> user16 same

-> user17 OMG HI NIALL

user18 this shit so major that even niall is commenting???

-> user19 crazy

@yourusername

liked by olliebearman, flavy.barla, alexandrasaintmleux, estebanocon, user1 and 1.386.956 others

yourusername saturday nights 💗

tagged: @olliebearman

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olliebearman YOU LOOK STUNNING MY LOVE 🥰🥰🥰 liked by author

-> yourusername MY BIGGEST HYPE MAN ❤️❤️❤️

-> user1 may this kind of love find me one day

user2 manifesting what they have for 2026

user3 y/n, baby, are you coming to australia???

-> yourusername yup!! are you?

-> user3 yes omg!!

-> yourusername well, see you there, then ;)

-> user4 @user3 got lucky ughhh

user5 they are literally the cutest duo i can imagine

-> user6 real fight me on it

user7 we love y/n

user8 olliey/n fan for life

-> user9 biggest ship

user10 GUYS THE SHIP HAS SAILED

-> user11 lol i think they were already dating when we even found out that they know each other

user12 how long have you been dating?

-> yourusername 6 & 1/2 years ☺️

user13 bro ollie hid this from us for 6 YEARS???

user14 AHHHH THEY ARE SO CUTE

-> user15 I'M SCREAMING

user16 GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

user17 the cat is so cuteeee liked by author

-> user18 yesssss

user19 wdym they're this perfect??

-> user20 and they LIVE TOGETHER???

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A/N: yayyy!! i enjoyed writing this soooooo much!! alsooo, feel free to comment! let me know if you have requests or want to be added to my permanent tag list <333 hope u enjoyed and had or have a great valentines day, my loves :)))))

tags!

@freyathehuntress

[wandanatrules]

fic idea (sorry if this is bad, I'm using the translator because English is not my native language)

Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.

Fool Me Once

Hi guys! I really liked this request, because I had been wanting to write something with divorced Nat. I hope that this does this justice. I feel bad for Wanda in this, so my next fic I am hoping to do something with wanda x nat. Please continue to send requests! And as usual I didn’t feel like proofreading it :(

(this is not my gif)

word count: 2.5k

paring: g!p beefy nat x divorced fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, infidelity, pretty angsty, arguing, foul language, cursing, name calling, smut, voyuerism, penetration, cunnilingus, (let me know if I missed anything!).

“Oh baby you are taking me so good, if you keep moving your hips like that I’m gonna blow. But I bet you want me to breed your tight hole. Is that right?”

”Yes please, Natasha I want to have your babies I need your seed so bad!”

4 years later…

 “Natasha, this is the last time I'm leaving you a message! I have tried to be civil but you leave me no choice! Not visiting your daughter for 5 months or paying any child support isn’t gonna cut it anymore. Since you refuse to care for your child I will see you in court!”, You said after hanging up the phone and frustratingly throwing it onto the couch.

The noise startled your 3 year old daughter and she came into the room to see what happened. “Mommy are you okay? Was that mama, is she coming back to us soon?”

”Yes everything is okay baby. It’s okay I miss mama too, we are gonna see her soon.” You said kneeling down to her eye level and plastering a fake smile on your face to reassure her. 

Two weeks later it was the day of the court hearing and the first time you had seen Natasha since you had found her with Wanda, 5 months ago.

When you first started dating Natasha, she insisted that you quit your job and become her housewife. Since she was a CEO of a multimillion dollar company there was really no need for you to work and considering you thought that she was going to be your forever you took her up on the offer. But now that you were a single mother with no support system and very little money for childcare, it was hard for you to keep a stable job and provide for your child. 

Natasha on the other hand was doing very good for herself. According to her facebook, that you definitely didn’t stalk, her and Wanda expecting a child together. How could she do this to you, I mean the divorce was yet to even be finalized. Her business was booming and she had bought a new house for her new girl and their child to be. 

“Mama! I missed you!”, Your daughter said escaping your arms to run into the arms of your ex lover.

Not wanting to soil your daughter’s opinion of her mother, you told her that she was on an important trip and she was too busy to talk on the phone. 

“Why hello there babygirl I missed you so much! You got so tall honey!”, She said while picking her up and twirling her around. 

“Mommy look mama is back, aren’t you so happy!”, Your daughter said beckoning you over to greet your ex.

“Hello, y/n you look well.”, She said with that godforsaken smirk. The same smirk that got you pregnant. You couldn’t lie she looked great in the pant suit she was wearing, you always loved her in her dominating attire. 

“Natasha”, You said with a curt head nod, “As do you.” 

“Come on baby, you can sit with my friend Wanda, while me and mommy go inside and have a long talk.” Natasha said before you seethingly saw her walk your child across the courthouse to the bench that Wanda was patiently sitting at. 

“After taking all of the information presented today into consideration, I have my verdict. I rule that the defendant, Mrs. Natasha Romanoff, is ordered to pay the plaintiff, Mrs. Y/N Romanoff, at least $600 a month and is required to have the child in her custody at least every other weekend starting today. This is a temporary verdict that will be re-examined for permanency when the divorce is finalized.

 “Okay honey, are you excited to have a sleepover with mama this weekend?”, Natasha said, holding your daughter in her arms.

 “Are we finally going back to our old house? Can I sleep in bed with you and mommy again?” Your daughter said excitedly, with eyes full of hope.

 “No baby for now on me and mama aren’t going to be living together anymore. You are gonna be with only one of us at a time, but it’s okay because we love you so much. We are gonna go home and pack you a bag so that I can drop you off with mama and her friend Wanda for the weekend later tonight.” 

Knock Knock Knock…

It was two hours later when you arrived at Natasha’s new house for the first time. Your daughter fell asleep in the car, so you carefully grabbed her and her stuff before walking up the driveway of the huge house and knocking on the door.

 “Hey y/n.”, Natasha said after opening up the door. She was wearing a white wife beater that showcased her broad shoulders and the pump in her biceps, indicated that she had just finished working out. You looked down and bit your lip when your eyes captured her built veiny quads in the shortest gym shorts you have ever seen in your life. 

“Here she’s sleeping, hopefully for another hour or so.”, You said while carefully handing her over. 

“Okay stay here for a second, i’ll take her and her stuff to her room, but I need to talk to you. You can sit over here.” She said pointing to the couch. 

You sat down wondering what she could possibly have to say to you after all the hurt she has caused you. 

“So where is your baby mama?”, You asked as she returned down the stairs.

”She is staying with her parents for the weekend. I didn’t want to confuse our daughter. But I wanted to ask you to take me back, baby please.”

”Not this again Natasha! How do you expect me to take you back when your girlfriend is 7 months pregnant, but we separated only 5 months ago!! You cheated on me! I try to do a nice thing and surprise you with dinner at your office and I walk in on you balls deep in that whore!” You exclaimed angrily. 

“Baby you are my wife, she doesn’t mean anything to me. I just want to make sure my child is okay, that is the only reason I keep her around. I promise.” She said reaching out and putting her hand on your thigh. 

“Then tell me why did you cheat on me, especially with Wanda from your office. I always told you she had a crush on you, but you waved me off. What does she have that I don’t?” 

“I don’t know, y/n I was craving some closeness. Things were different between us ever since you had the baby. We barely had sex and she was showing me all of this attention I just couldn’t resist. But I didn’t mean to get her pregnant. She told me she was on birth control and she ripped the condom off me, I think she was trying to baby trap me. I even offered to pay for her abortion when I found out she was pregnant, but she wouldn’t budge. Listen, I have to do what’s right for my baby, but I promise you things will be different if you take me back. I am done with her. I will pay for her to have an apartment, so my baby isn’t homeless and I want you and our daughter to move in here with me or we can move somewhere else, whatever you want baby.” At this point it seemed as though she was begging considering she found herself on her knees in front of you, looking up with her hands on her waist. 

“But why did you abandon our daughter, we called you everyday since the separation and you never picked up.” You said avoiding her eye contact.

 “I was so ashamed of myself, y/n. I couldn’t see you or hear your voice without reminding me of everything I lost. I didn’t want our daughter to think badly about me. Y/n I am so sorry and I can’t live without you, I need you to take me back.” She pleaded again on her knees.

 “Show me how much you really love me then.”, You said leaning down to whisper in the ear of the woman in front of you, before playing with in between your teeth. 

“Are you sure?”, She moaned looking up at you, watching you nod before standing up and grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you over her shoulder in the same motion, running up the stairs. 

“Wait, let's make sure she is still sleeping.”, You said, causing Natasha to stop and quietly open the door to check on your still sleeping daughter. 

“Okay all good let’s go.”, She said in a hurry, practically running down the hallway urging to soothe her hardened erection. Reaching her bedroom she threw you on the bed, face up. 

“Is this the bed you fuck her in?”, You asked with a playful smirk. 

“No baby. I promise we haven’t had sex since the time you caught us in my office. I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her again. But I am being honest when I say the few times we did it I was imagining she was you the whole time.”, She said while hovering over you and kissing your neck. 

“Right Natasha, you always know what the ladies want to hear.”, You said sarcastically, “just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

Natasha kissed your lips, sticking her tongue in your mouth while humping her bulge against your cunt. Pulling back for air she pulled off your shirt and undid your bra, eyes widening when she saw your huge, plump, and juicy tits. 

“Your tits have gotten so big ever since you have given birth.”, She said massaging them in her hands, slapping the nipple a few times before entering them into her hot mouth. Alternating each of them between her hand and her swirling tongue the pleasure was too much for you. This was the first time anyone had touched you in months since the separation.

 “Oh my god Natty. I have missed your mouth, you use it so well.”, You moaned, pushing her head downwards to where you needed it most. 

“I bet you’re about to love my mouth even more.”, she looked up with a smirk, pulling off your pants and discarding them across the room.

She kissed your clit through your panties, “You wore my favorite panties, it’s almost like you knew this was gonna happen.” she joked into your pussy.

Taking the panties off she smelled them, before putting them in the pocket of her pants. She spread your legs open and pushed them up against your body taking a deep sniff against your wetness moaning at the smell.

 “Still so wet for me baby, can’t wait to taste you.” Her flattened tongue swiftly licked from the bottom to the top, as she relished the taste. She continued her movements up and down before focusing slowly on the too long neglected clit. 

Sticking her tongue under the clit she began to flick, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands made their way to her head holding her hostage in between your thighs.

She ate you out with a renewed fervor like she had something to prove, which she most definitely did. She circled your clit rapidly, pulling out all the noises and juices she could from you. She next teasingly circled your oozing hole savoring the taste of your delicious excrement, before inserting her tongue back and forth expertly playing with your g-spot. 

After only a few minutes of her expert ministrations you couldn’t hold back anymore and you let go with a loud moan, squirting in her in the face you sprayed everywhere, violently shaking as you released your high. 

She licked her lips before removing her top and using it to wipe her face off. The bra went off with it. She moved up to face you again, before enveloping your lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored your mouth, before yours stopped it and sucked the taste of yourself off. 

Pulling back for air she exclaimed, “Your taste is indescribable, makes you incredibly irresistible. I can’t believe you left me without you for so long. I am so hard baby, I need you so bad.”  

“I’m aching so bad Natty, I want your cock.” With that she stood up and stepped out of her gym shorts, the bulge evident in her underwear. She quickly removed it and her gigantic cock sprung out hitting her in the stomach. Something you craved every night when you were alone in bed with your fingers between your thighs during the months you were apart.

She spit on her hand and collected the pre cum from the tip and rapidly spread it up and down her shaft. “Please natty, I've missed your cock so bad.” 

She pushed your legs wide open and fit herself in between them, carefully entering herself into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around her waist and she began with slow and gentle thrusts. 

“I have no self control when it comes to you. Your pussy feels so tight and warm milking my cock like this. Are you okay if I speed up.” She pulls her head up from out of your neck desperately begging to go faster.

Looking up you heard the door open, unbeknownst to Natasha who was caught up in the pleasure. Stood in the doorway was Wanda, Natasha’s girlfriend and baby mama, fuming at the sight. You smirked and decided to have some fun with this.

”Yes Natty please go faster. Is this the best pussy you’ve ever had? Tell me it feels way better than that whore you got knocked up.”

”Of course baby, her pussy does not compare to yours at all.”, She said while you glared up at the woman.

”Tell mommy how much you missed her and how that bitch means nothing to you.”

”Uggh yes mommy, daddy missed you so much that bitch is nothing I promise. I will call her and tell her that for her to hear”, She exclaimed through rapid uneven breaths, in between kissing all over your neck and face.

“It’s okay, no need for that.”, You said with a smug smirk.

Wanda angrily stormed out holding back tears. While you smiled and pulled Natasha in for an intimate kiss. “I love you, Natasha. I trust you, please don’t break it again.”

Natasha eagerly pulled back, shocked at your words, “I love you too so much y/n . I promise I will never do anything to hurt you ever again.” 

“I’m close natty, please.”, You held her tighter than you ever had and relished her thrusts.

”Don’t hold back, I'm right with you, baby.”, she said, her speech broken due to the approaching orgasm. Her cum spurted in a hot rush of liquid, hitting your g-spot directly causing your orgasm. 

“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not, but it would be great for our daughter to have a sibling.”, She planted a kiss on your lips.

 “She is going to have a sibling, or did you already forget about your infidelity?”, You said with a roll of your eyes.

”Right…”, She said awkwardly, scratching her head. 

Comment down below if you guys would have taken her back or not!

[writingwisterias]

I was daydreaming today at college and thought about Leon absolutely ravaging me in my wedding dress... Would you be able to write the reader teasing him at the wedding all evening long, feeling him up, making him jealous until the end of the night when he finally gets you alone and just goes totally feral?! Your work is amazing, please never stop 🥰😌😵‍💫💦

YES, I CAN ANON!

I love this!!! I hope I did the idea justice! I did Death Island Leon because I rewatched it and he's on my mind. I rambled sorry this took so long, I needed it to be done right!

Warnings: Smut, MNDI, Fluff, Teasing, Praise Kink, Cowgirl, Oral (F receiving) Jealousy, Hidden touches, Comfort

Death Island! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Words: 3.8k

Leon never thought he would get this chance, marriage was always just a distant dream, one that always seemed impossible with his job and lifestyle. Until you came along and made him feel easy to love for once. Your smile manages to brighten any mood he might be in. His home was dark and bare now filled with warmth and love, decorated with things that reminded him of how far you had both become. He made it his life's mission to ensure you never stopped smiling and never faced anything like he had. Your protection was his top priority as he kept you separate from his work life, a little hidden secret in this world. One for just him to enjoy.

The isle was decorated in soft greens and browns, the sun felt warm for once as it fell over his features. It felt like God was finally giving him a break from the whirlpool of life he was handed. He couldn't stop the swaying of his feet or fiddling with the tie that felt too tight around his neck. Neither of you wanted a big wedding, limiting your guest list to just close friends and family but the room still felt full. Despite the small number of people you had invited, their adoring stares at him and their whispers about what you might look like today didn't help. Leon didn’t care what dress you picked out, he gave you the budget to get the biggest one if you wanted it. All that mattered to him was that you were happy and at the end of the day were with him in an enteral promise. One he knew went deeper than simple love. 

Ignoring the waves of anxiety he felt, all the attention began to feel too much without you by his side to make it more bearable. Leon made sure to put on the biggest smile that he could muster up as he watched the wedding party begin to filter through the aisle. Soft instrumental music complimented them as they all walked down. The once red carpet is now being decorated with a range of petals as your niece went down alongside her brother who carried the rings. Everyone’s attention was drawn to them, their adorable stumbles thankfully gave him a chance to let out a shaky breath before he had to reach for the velvet box from the young boy. It felt heavy, similar to the feeling when he had the last velvet box in his pocket; a decision he would never come to regret in his life. He had thought about this moment for months, his dreams being filled by adding to the collection of rings he had given to you, all in a romantic promise that was tying your souls together forever.

Leon had memorized the order in which everyone was going to be coming through, all of them finding their place on the respected sides. Their smiles warmed his heart at how happy they were for the both of you. The love crashed over him in waves as your family welcomed him in with open arms. The change in song made his heart rate begin to pick up as you walked down. You looked like an angel, one that was finally ready to take him to salvation - a gift sent from the heavens for all of his hard work and trauma. You smiled at Leon, watching as his eyes twinkled with tears of happiness. He deserved this; there was no one more than deserving of your love. Your answer to his proposal was the easiest choice you had ever made. Just as you were for Leon he was the same for you. 

You could feel his hands shake as he lifted your veil, the sound of everyone around you melting away as he gazed upon your features like he was memorising them despite knowing that he does it every time he wakes up before you in the morning. You watched as his smile grew softer, his body trying to reign in his emotions as the tears fell slightly down his face. You felt the ghost of his breath against your palm as you wiped it away for him. Your touch is just a ghost of the love he knew you had for him. His love was always intoxicating to you. Helping your brain become fuzzy so you forget about the world around you. The nerves you had at the start of the day are now settled in a calm and peaceful feeling. That's what you loved about him, his endless ability to ease your anxiety. He was your bridge, your stable wall to lean on if you needed it. Leon had given you everything you needed and more in life; you will always be thankful for that. 

Your hands slotted in his perfectly; Leon was grasping them tightly in case you would fade away right in front of him like you were some dream he would wake up from. The vows you shared today would never be broken; the endless devotion you both shared was witnessed by everyone else in the room. “I love you” You whispered to him leaning on his shoulder as you both waited for the end of the ceremony. Leon glanced down at you, his eyes sparkling with more unshed tears, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “I love you more” 

It felt like the world stopped as you turned to face each other before you finally kissed marking your new journey as Mr and Mrs Kennedy. Neither of you needed this, the large fancy wedding or the certificate you were now both signing with shaky hands and large smiles. You both know the love you shared was solidified with the care you put towards each other in each other darkest moments. There was no end to this life without Leon being by your side.

You grasped his hand tightly as you both ran down the aisle, your laughter filling the air mixing in with the confetti that fell around you. Leon pulled you back into him, greedy for another kiss before the true celebrations began, the fabric of your dress swirling around his feet as you collided with him. 

The rest of the evening felt like a blur, the both of you being dragged around by family and friends for endless photos. The camera flash soon became a permanent fixture every time you blinked. Yet, as everyone settled down for the evening meal, plates of food were being wafted around the room and the waitresses handed them out; Leon didn’t miss the longing looks you gave him. The squeezes of his thigh underneath the table as your hand inched higher and higher. Your delicate fingers brushed along the front of his trousers all whilst glancing at him with an adoring and innocent smile. It was driving him insane with how casual you were being about it. “You alright there honey? You look a little flustered” you giggled in his ear, leaning towards him. His smirk grew on his face, his eyes hidden by his dark hair as he turned to look at you. “Someone seems to be starting something I’m not sure they can finish” He teased. Normally Leon would have touched your skin and teased the fabric of your underwear groaning at the feel of the arousal he knew was drenching the thin fabric but your damn dress was too big. He was beaten by layers of white fabric. 

“We’ve still got many hours before I can show you what's underneath this dress” you whispered again. His face flushed - turning a dark pink as his brain tried to decipher what you meant. To his credit he recovered quickly, hiding his flushed cheeks from the guests with a kiss. Coos and chuckles surrounded you as you both shared this moment. When he pulled away his eyes narrowed, a warning. That if you continued then you would be in for a long night, but then when did you ever listen to him?

The night continued with tear-jerking speeches from close family and friends and you now both stood outside the doors waiting for the events organizer to announce you both as Mr and Mrs Kennedy for your first dance. His hand held yours firmly, almost like if he loosened his grip he would wake up from this dream. 

“Ready?” You asked him, looking up at his stubble-coated face in adoration. He never got used to your twinkling eyes when you looked at him, perhaps he never would. He didn't need the three words that meant so much to many people - your eyes told your story, your feelings. “To embarrass me with how badly I dance…no” he teased a toothy grin filling his features. Your laugh was better music than the song lined up for the rest of the evening. His own eyes crinkled once again as his smile grew. You heard your name announced and both jogged out onto the dance floor.. confetti and cheers surround you once again. 

Leon's hands gripped your hips tightly as they swirled you around, opting to stick to simple swaying and a few spins. You didn't care, you were smiling anyway. That was another thing you did that caused him to fall in love with you - how easily you accepted the simplest things he gave you. The size of his gestures is never an issue with you. When the song slowed down he bought you closer, his hands lowering to the swell of your ass. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers toying with the soft strands of his hair. His aftershave was intoxicating, filling your senses as you tucked yourself closer, his head resting on yours. The moment was peaceful, perfect. One he would remember every time a mission got too much, or he needed a reason to get back up after he's been slammed down numerous amounts of times. 

The moment was broken when one of the bridesmaids tapped him on the shoulder holding out a polaroid to him. He glanced briefly at you not failing to notice the large grin on your face. It was comical how wide his eyes went when he looked at the small picture; a choked breath following as his cheeks flushed. “What the fuck” he chuckled as he turned back to you, tucking away the Polaroid in his pocket before anyone else got to see. “There's plenty more where that came from” you spoke. Leon pulled you close again, trapping you against his body with a large grin on his features as his lips ghosted your skin. “You little minx” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the shell of yours. You smiled at the contact, at the small graze of his lips against your neck. Your fingers tugged gently at the hairs on the nape of his neck, swirling the soft strands in small circles. He felt you slip away leaving his arms to merge in with the rest of the dancefloor. Your white dress twirled around you as you greeted your friends. He watched with a smile, seeing your happiness leak into the people around you…into himself. 

Your feet moved gracefully along the dancefloor as you sauntered back to him often during the rest of the night. Interrupting and saving him from boring conversations with older relatives, your lips kissing in the pattern he knew would be repeated later when you were both alone. The collection of polaroids started to thicken his pockets as your bridesmaids continued to hand them to him, his face flushing each time - eyes narrowing as he found you giggling across the room from him. He was thankful as people started to wish you luck and goodnight, all heading off to their rooms. Instantly beginning to look for you to drag you to the bridal room. Leon found you helping the servers gather the remaining drinks handing them glasses over to the bar. Your hair was wild, strands sticking out of the braid it was neatly made into earlier in the day. Your makeup was smudged and the lipstick is virtually nonexistent but to him, you still looked just as beautiful at the start of the day. 

He felt giddy as you both stumbled your way back to the room, practically running through the halls. Your smile grew as you heard his laugh, the sound bouncing down the corridor. His hand held onto yours firmly not once letting go. It felt like you were teenagers again, running through the school corridors to escape school. You wished you had met him sooner in life, so you could have loved him sooner. Helped through the horrors he had told you, showed him a world of love and affection sooner before he fell into the habits he wasn't proud of.  His lips attacked yours as soon as you got through the door, the key card discarded on the desk landing on it with a clatter. Your hands slid under the shoulders of his blazer. Leon smiled into the kiss, his shoulders shaking it off in a poor attempt to help, the fabric landing with a thud on the floor. 

The contents of it scattered along the floor, his phone now hidden somewhere you'll both be scrambling to find in the morning. He smirked at the Polaroids that had now scattered everywhere, the photos of you that he kept hidden now a reminder of your promise. He felt his cock throbbing against the fabric of his trousers, he almost cummed at the idea of sinking into you finally after today. He pulled you towards the bed, pushing you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Leon wished he hadn’t just lost his phone so he could have taken a photo of you sprawled out on the bed beneath him surrounded by the rose petals the hotel staff had thrown on the bed. Your eyes were intense as they looked at him with pure lust, you always did love him in his suits. 

“You have a promise to keep?” He teased, bending down briefly to collect a polaroid off the floor - holding it out to you so you could see throwing it on the bed next to you. His hands began to push the layers of fabric up your legs, exposing your hips. He smiled at the garter that was still around your thigh. Leon’s head instantly lowered, his teeth tugging it down your leg, ignoring the chuckle that left your lips as he struggled to get it over your shoe. When he raised his head again you smiled at his smug look, the elastic band hanging from his teeth like a trophy. 

“You were meant to do that earlier and then see which one of your friends was getting married next” You smiled as you pulled it from his teeth, discarding the fabric somewhere else in the room. “Guess I’ll just have to marry you again” He spoke, kissing up your thighs disappearing amongst the fabric. “Already? We just made our vows” 

Leon’s head shot up again his hair falling over his eyes as he looked at you. “I’ll chant them to you every night if I have to. I’ll never forget them, nor will I let you forget them.” 

You knew if you wanted him to he would always be willing to do what it takes to prove he is forever grateful for your unwavering love and patience over the past few years. The same soft hands that now tugged his head towards your dripping cunt pulling him out of one of the worst states he’s ever been in. He didn’t like thinking about what would have happened if you hadn’t given him the final shove to pour the drink away. To stop for the first time since his 20s. His fingers looped in the waistband of the white lacy thong pulling it down your legs. You spread them, showing off your soaked core that he had skipped the cake for. Opting to save his appetite for a sweeter dessert instead. 

“I meant every single word” 

His mouth instantly latched on, sucking up the sweet arousal you were already dripping for him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, the fabric hiding him from sight as he worked his magic. Leon would spend hours like this if he wanted to, his head buried in a sacred space you kept so perfect for him. Forever - until death - now the only person that would be able to taste the sweet drink you created for him. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud, his nose occasionally brushing against it as he enthusiastically licked long stripes up your folds. 

You felt the incoming orgasm, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head only spurring Leon on to continue his assault of pleasure faster. He groaned when you finally spilt on his tongue, he lapped it up like he was dehydrated. You supposed he was, with the incoming date of your wedding you both barely had enough time for this. You moaned at the sight of his chin covered in his drool and your cum, his tongue swiping across his lips making sure he lapped it all up. He always was a messy eater. 

You could taste yourself on his as he crawled up to place a kiss on your lips. “How expensive was the dress?” he asked whilst nipping at your neck. His stubble was prickly against your skin. “Very. You gave me no budget remember” You chuckled, pulling at his hair causing him to look at you. “So if I fucked you in it, it would be a waste of money?” 

“We can always get it dry cleaned” 

He chuckled pulling away from you again. He was too slow at unbuttoning his shirt, you sat up, crawling towards the edge of the bed on shaking legs to help him. The fabric was discarded somewhere in the room with a thud. His hands worked on his trousers, his belt clinking loudly as they fell to the floor. You bit your lip at the sight of his pre cum on his boxers, both old and new stains. “Look at what you did to me all day, in this dress, the touches at dinner, the fucking photos. The day dragged on for far too long” He mumbled lowly. You loved it when he did this when his octave lowered with need and frustration for wanting you. Your teasing finally pushed him over the edge and now he had a taste there was no point in preventing him from the full meal. He was going to get it anyway. 

You stood up from the bed, spinning the both of you so he fell against the soft sheets. He waited for you to undo the dress, to let the fabric hide his trousers. Instead to crawled above him, pushing him towards the headboard. Leon pulled his boxers off, his cock thumping against his stomach at your approach. You smirked at the tip, angry and red as it waited for you. Dribbles of pre cum decorating it like candle wax, he was always so pretty.

 A large sigh from the both of you filled the room as you finally sank on him. The sight is hidden by the layers of the dress now pooling around you both. He could admire the way the bodice fit against your form, the delicate lace hems making you look even more magical. You were perfect, always were and always will be. 

Your hips moved too slow for his liking, the pleasure he needed not building up fast enough. Tired of your teasing his hips met your own. The lazy thrusts hit deeper and deeper as they collided with your own, brushing against the entrance of your cervix. He was always larger than you remembered, no amount of foreplay ever prepared you for the glorious stretch he gave you each time you fucked. His small whisps of hair tease your already sensitive clit. 

He could feel you quiver above him, your head thrown back with a large smile plastered on your face. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as it pushed out the breathless whimpers. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the freshly painted nails leaving small crescent shapes along his already uneven skin. He wouldn’t mind a few more scars, not if they were left by you tonight. A forever memory etched onto his skin as well as in his mind. 

Had all his prayers finally been answered? All of his years of suffering finally bought to a close with the clench of your walls around his cock and a promise to love him until he gave his final breath. “I fucking love you, Mrs Kennedy” 

Hearing it made it more real somehow, made the whole day finish with another orgasm from you as you collapsed against him. Your sweaty skin cooling his down. He was so close, to his own ending. To coat and fill you with himself, the way it will always be now. Leon was now the only one who got this pleasure, that was allowed to do this. 

He was quick to move you, slipping out only briefly to place you on all fours. His cock slipped back into you; “I…will…always…fucking…love…you” he chanted with each thrust. Driving his cock deep into the velvet walls. Your whimpers and whines spur him on along with the begs to go faster and harder. The two of you lost in the moment, in the feel of each other. His ring was cool against your hip as it pressed into the flesh from his grip. Your dress rustles around you with every movement. Nothing else mattered, not the endless piles of paperwork on his desk waiting for him when he would return to the office, the complaints of customers you would eventually face in your own return to work. 

Everything could wait. Nothing would stop him from feeling this, the way you clenched and sucked him back in again. Trapped him in as he finally climaxed. His warmth flooded you, leaking out as he pulled away. Your shaking legs finally gave up as you fell onto the bed. A smile plastered on your face from where it was smooshed against the pillows. His fingers worked on undoing the back of the dress, your skin exposed to the cold. Fuck, he needed this sight engraved into his brain forever. You sat up, allowing the fabric to slip off your form with his help. The dress left to crease and crumple on the floor as you both tucked away in bed. 

He held you tightly against his chest, his heartbeat thumping loudly against your ear. Despite the great sex, this was what you cared about the most, the vulnerable moments where you slept the best. “Goodnight love” He whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss into the crown of your head. You smiled against his skin, placing a kiss above the spot of his heart. Your fingers lazily traced along the scars that littered his chest until the room was filled with the soft snores of the newly weds. 

[aellesira]

— YOU'RE ENGAGED??

pairings, various x reader. (albedo, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kinich, neuvillette, venti) summary, how does he react when he accidentally hears that you're getting engaged to someone who's not him? content, ooc characters potentially, unrequited love, slight jealousy.

notes, if someone wants like a part 2 like an aftermath please let me know ! or any asks really <3

“Wait wait wait! Hold on just a moment!!! N-no way this is true!! (Name), you’re… ENGAGED??!” 

The Traveler’s silver-haired, fairy-like companion, Paimon, visibly wasn't able to keep her surprise and excitement to herself. She and the Traveler had known you since forever, so when he heard that you were going to get married soon just seemed like something so surreal to her; to both of them. And yes, immediately, the Traveler created a mental list of potential fiances, since you were set on hiding the person’s identity until the wedding out of your own embarrassment.

“Sh-shush!! Paimon!! People are going to find out! I’m trying to keep this under wraps until a few weeks before the wedding!! But… Yes, I am.” Some passerby turned their heads at Paimon’s outburst, and your cheeks suddenly felt warm. But your eyes were alive with an unbridled excitement and anticipation for your wedding, because you were truly happy with this arrangement.

“Well,” the Traveler, also your best friend, Aether, stepped towards you, before enveloping you in a hug. This had been a dream of yours since forever, he was so happy for you! “You’ll invite us to your wedding, won’t you?” Aether joked, but he already knew you would. Of course, neither he nor Paimon would miss it, even if it took some time away from their journey on Teyvat as this was something they both wanted to be here for.

“There’s no way I wouldn't! You know…” But for someone who happened to be listening in on you, the rest of your conversation tuned out as time suddenly stood still for said person as he thought about what had just come out of your lips.

—

ALBEDO.

Happened to stumble upon you all by chance.

One time, Sucrose told him that he’d been writing the wrong formula for some chemical for some time now, he was doing this absent-mindedly, and she understood that something was distracting him. 

So, in order to get rid of the distraction, he confided in her the odd feelings that he felt whenever you’d come around to help. Sucrose chalked it up to a crush.

A crush… Albedo didn’t understand fully what it meant to “have a crush” on someone. 

But maybe, just maybe… the tightening feeling in him… was part of that “having a crush”. He did know, however, that he didn’t like this at all.

ALHAITHAM.

Was sort of surprised to hear about it at first.

When he went back home to his books, the word “marriage” somehow came up in his texts, and he remembered what he’d heard earlier.

Skipped past that page as the chapter later branched into a new topic, but he was still thinking.

Though he’d never seen you as a potential romantic partner before, he couldn’t deny the distaste he felt as he pondered the idea of you being called someone else’s wife. 

Still, doesn’t want to think that he feels anything for you.

CYNO.

He’d actually been infatuated by you for quite a while, and he’d only told Tighnari about this.

Because of his job as the General Mahamatra, he knew that if he tried to pursue a relationship with anyone, it would put their life at risk: so in this case, it would put your life at risk. So in the end he just decided it would be best if he kept his feelings to himself.

Who knew that you’d be snatched up by some other man so soon? Well, he had anticipated it… but perhaps he should’ve done something about his feelings before it was too late. And now it was.

Finds himself trying to find out about this person when he’s supposed to be doing his job.

KAVEH.

Stunned, but knows he should’ve expected this. He’s absolutely heartbroken.

He makes an effort to avoid you whenever he can, drowning himself into his architectural work and goes out to drink more often. 

He accidentally spills his emotions to Alhaitham one evening when he came home after drinking particularly heavily one night. Alhaitham doesn't quite comfort him, the two having a strained relationship after all… but Alhaitham did know about your engagement before Kaveh did, but he chose not to tell him himself.

In the end, he accepts that he’s lost you, drowning himself in his work more often.

KINICH.

Mualani was walking with him when this happened, and she hadn’t known about Kinich’s infatuation with you, so she kinda fist-bumped the air in a fit of giggles, she was so happy for you! So happy that she didn’t realize Kinich was walking away until a bit too late.

He goes on with his day, his thoughts somehow always tracing back to you no matter what they were.

In reality, it doesn’t affect Kinich the way it might affect someone else, and that was solely because Kinich understood he had a price to pay for not acting on his feelings quick enough. He didn’t even know if he had the courage to ever try anyway.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t upset though.

NEUVILLETTE.

Being the Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette never had the time for relationships. Not until he met you, when he found himself wanting to see you happy, liking it whenever you visited him, for any personal matter or work-related. 

The reason he didn’t tell you how he felt was because he was always so busy, and for some time it didn’t occur to him that he didn’t exactly have eternity to spend with you.

Even though the look on his face is apathetic, he truly does feel remorse for not telling you how he felt before it was too late. It rained heavily for the rest of that day.

VENTI.

Doesn’t take it seriously. But perhaps he was just denying it in his mind; you couldn’t be engaged. You were his best friend, how would you have time for him if you had a husband?

Spends his days with you normally, even forgetting what had occurred earlier and enjoying his time with you more – not that he notices how you don’t look at him much at all anymore.

One day while at the tavern, drunk and playing his songs for anyone who spared him a glance, he heard some gossip, as he does whenever he’s there – but it’s about you. You, and that hottie who is your fiance, how cute you guys looked together, how–

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like hearing that.

[lilybug-02]

❤️🌸🌼 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞…. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 🌼 🌸 ❤️

To get questions out of the way, yes, The Chara Timeline Comic will not be continuing… (mostly)

I started this comic back in November of 2021 on the simple idea of "What if Players possessing humans was normal?". I didn't think it would go beyond a simple page, but it did. It was an idea that blossomed into a 3+ year comic, spanning hundreds of pages, side art, fanart!!!, new blogs, and led me to meeting some of the sweetest and brightest Tumblr people I have ever met. ✨❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜✨ (I’m gonna shout u out eventually 😈)

But, I was doing this COMIC on my OWN and in my free time while juggling college, serious mental health issues, and many crazy life events.

So after so many years, I think it's finally time to put this comic to rest. I grew out of my Undertale and Deltarune love months ago and I am ready to look forward to other projects and interests. (Now... I am open to drawing more for it...but I am okay with telling the world the full story in case I don't ,:))

Because this comic means the ABSOLUTE WORLD to me... I want to give it a last hoorah! I am making multiple parts to this because I want to do my comic justice. ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

I will be going over my favorite art, scenes, characters, deleted scenes and more. And at the end of it all I will go over what the finale would look like and give you guys some art of that :)

First off...MY FAVORITE SCENES!!! (and my thoughts on them)💕

The Beginning:

Still have this saved in my files, thank god. Man... my art has improved so so much!!!! Gone are the playdough hands and strange proportions! Though my faces and consistency always need work.... haha. I'm surprised how colorful and pretty this first page is :) It makes me happy to see it in a new light.

My Favorite Darkworld Page:

I put hours upon hours of work into each page (especially for the colorful Darkworlds), but none still makes me hold my breath as much as the first introduction of The Mayor! I loved drawing the perspective and colored background motifs in this page. And the way the emotions are on full display ~ Chefs Kiss. (I also loved the "Let's shoot out the lights" metaphor being a double entendre. Representing the Mayor's wants to kill/get rid of light-ners and also the term being an old saying for "completely dominating one's opponent" as he want's Kris to join him in his dastardly deeds.)

Backgrounds:

I put my heart and soul into the backgrounds of this comic. I hid details like eyes in walls, moss covered plateaus, spoon shaped rocks, tea kettle inspired trains, hidden characters, and wayyyyy more. Some of my favorite backgrounds have to be of the more subtle ones. But I’m very proud of the detailed ones like the computer.

Silly Kris to Chara Talk:

This one scene (part 8 and 9, which was 12 pages) took me 5 months to make. It was hell. But I did it. The script took me FOREVER to figure out. I have like 4 different drafts of this scene (which I'll show later). I was exhausted and a bit deflated at the time, so I wasn't as proud with it. I'm happy now, but I feel like it could have been easier to make. I'll never know.

All of the Weird Route:

THIS. I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.🩸💔 I would love to say this is the magnum opus of the comic, but I am being very biased. Horror is my specialty and I was ecstatic when I made the decision to write and draw the weird route for this comic. The idea of having a THING control your body to kill while you’re conscious of your actions is a great horror concept and I loved delving deep into it. Obviously, I feel like some of the writing could have been more worked on (like the part where Chara is explaining HOW soul entities control the body) bc it's confusing, but I'm still so happy with it :) And even if I didn't finish the main one, I finished the weird route. So I made a conclusion somewhere!! (even if it's hella morbid lol)

Darkworld Train Fight:

I had been hoping to make this scene since week ONE of the comic. An epic train fight in a Wild West themed Darkworld? It was perfect! And I also really wanted to have a reference to the Alaskan Bull Worm 🪱🧽 from Spongebob for some reason. Because Sandy Cheeks (the squirrel) is Texan and somehow that all connects back to Rodger the Worm haha. I thought it would be fun, but it took me forever to figure out how the worm and train would combine in a fight scene. In retrospect, I think i spent a little too much time in the darkworld, as it took time and energy away from a more tight-knit story, but hind sight is 2020. 💖🚂🚋🚋🚋🪱

Shaker Sisters:

Just look at them. They are actual baby.

Chara's Crashout and Eventual Talk with Asriel:

This idea of Chara yelling at the Mayor was originally just one page of Chara making an offhand comment about how he was annoying. But it turned into a much more impactful, story changing moment. I wanted to highlight Chara's intensity and why they might have been labeled as "not a good friend" in Undertale. They have anger issues. They are unapologetically blunt. They are anxious and critical of their self worth. They echo their past abusers onto themselves and others and they believe they are justified in their actions. But Chara is human and I wanted to respect them as such.

...I also love Chara being silly <3 (That ice cream took 3+ hours to draw) 😭🍦🍪

Asriel Being Cute:

I just think this one drawing looks cute :)

Chara Finding Kris:

I love drawing comedy and this was no exception. I wanted it to be equal parts horror and funny. Chara's "F*Ck" being cut off is so funny to me 😭 And the horror of a literal Human organ just floating up to you?? Peak dark humor. I also think I nailed the panel layout here 😊

Kris' Confession:

These are my FAVORITE pages out of the ENTIRE COMIC. I feel like the writing, art, and scene layout is as flawless as it can be. I'm still shocked at how well it turned out. They were also a blast to work on ❤️

Silly Azzy 🥺 Face:

I knew people would love his droopy face, but literally so many people liked it, it became a meme. Thank you. I also think it's the funniest thing ever.

A Moment Between Friends:

I love Asriel and Chara's relationship in this comic. They care for one another so much even when they don't see eye to eye.

Breakfast:

This one panel took me 4+ hours. The perspective is wonky and there are 5 different characters. But man do I love how it turned out. Susie is chowing down on those detailed pancakes (yes, those are human and monster pancake faces :) 🥞🥞🥞).

Chara Kicking Stones:

idk why but this one panel scratches an itch in my brain. It’s detailed and colorful :3

The 7 Humans:

I guess we’re getting to some of the last pages I’ve done…. I’m really happy with this one. It’s spooky but gives a sense of intrigue. I also love the layout. Also Also- Frisk’s shirt is a reference to that one submarine guy from the Titanic movie. Idk why, but the happy face with a bullet in its head just fits the vibe.

[eloquentlytired]

— when the time comes

pairing: old man!logan howlett x gn! reader

word count: no idea but this one isn't very long.

part two is out!

tags: major character death — angst — reader is logan’s sunshine — mention of blood & wounds — logan low-key proposing 5 seconds before he dies — non established relationship

author's note: this has been on my mind since 2 days ago so I had to do it now.. I hope you guys enjoy reading this heartbreak! and yes I wrote this after watching Logan (2017) again. just a bit of an alternative type of ending so I can write abt logan x reader! as always reblogs & likes & conversations are sooo welcome ^_^

god stood me up

and I don't know why

lights are on

but nobody's home

you find him leaning against a tree trunk, a chunk of wood piercing his sides open as blood soaks through his shirt. that isn't the only wound he's sporting but it's the most evident one; the one that'll possibly lead him to his demise.

logan blinks upon noticing you as if he's just seeing things or dreaming. when you crouch down beside him and place your hand on his arm, he realizes exactly just how real you are. “logan?” there are tears in your eyes and he hates that you're crying because of him again. you had been living with him, charles and caliban way before it all turned to shit. and somehow the only ones left standing were laura and you. and the kids that logan had managed to save; he truly had saved so many lives.

there's a silence aside from his heavy breathing before your shaky hands cup his face. the blood flows out of his wound and mouth like a river. in some way you're bleeding too — inside your heart. “hey sunshine.” logan whispers with a soft smile and you feel something tear your chest apart from the inside. “I made you cry again.” you see the way his hand twitches by his side. he wants to touch you but he's old and tired and wounded. there's no energy left in him to move anymore. “the kids are okay, laura is okay— I have the car and..and there's still time— the hospital—” your voice trails off when logan closed his eyes.

“you know what makes me angry, sunshine?” logan asks and you simply stare at him, shaking your head. when he opens his eyes again, they are full of unshed tears. “gonna miss my daughter’s first birthday with me—” logan mutters brokenly and the vision of laura swims beneath his half-opened eyelids. and after laura there is you; smiling. at the beach. you've always wanted to go to the beach with him but he never took you since he was working day and night to take care of everything. of everyone. “and i’m also gonna miss my sunshine.” his eyes fall on you, on your crying face. the tears sliding down your cheeks are plenty and there is so much emotion pooling in those orbs of yours. logan wants to kiss you, tell you it'll be alright. but he can’t even move.

he coughs, some blood spluttering on his white shirt and you flinch. your fingers shake as you slide them through his messy hair, stroking them in the way he’s always loved. “logan, I'm sorry...I— I'm so sorry logan..” you keep chanting and logan feels the frustration in his bones when he tries to move his arms. he can't, he's too weak now, and he's angry with himself that he's unable to comfort you the way he wants. the way he once could but never did. “not you nor the entire world could ever prevent this, sunshine. it was meant to be like this.” he says before coughing again, more blood trickling down his beard.

you crawl by his side, on the dirty ground, and press against his ‘good’ side while leaning your head on his shoulder. you tilt your head back enough for your eyes to reach his exhausted face. logan maintains a smile you haven't seen in forever. in damn years to be precise. “charles spoke to me of other timelines and some shit about— multiverse was it?” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “I don't fucking know. I just wanted him to take the damn pills.” his sentence makes both of you laugh although logan is holding back with that — it'll only cause more physical pain after all. “point is..if it's true then—”

“—we gotta find each other yeah? and laura.” his eyes aren't on you anymore but they're in the sky. it's bluer than ever and the clouds part to show him the sun. logan doesn't look away even if it makes his eyes ache. you stare. “wanna make it right, sunshine.” he tells you as you sniffle by him. his fingers flinch again between your bodies and you slide a single hand down to hold his own, to intertwine your fingers in a gentle mess. “but for now I want to rest.” logan whispers and your grip tightens around his hand. if he had the strength, he'd squeeze back. you knew this.

“you did excellent.” you finally manage to say, a little steadier this time. logan averts his gaze to you as you continue. “you did a good job. you did such a good job.” you repeat with a smile so soft that logan starts yearning for you already. his faint chuckle turns into a rough cough and he takes some time to recover before speaking again.

“maybe after I rest, I'll open my eyes and..” you watch as logan’s eyes begin closing and how the heaving of his chest slows. he's deathly pale by now, the veins underneath his eyes are prominent, but your grip never slackens. you crawl closer until your foreheads touch. logan draws one last breath and you swallow down your cry. “and I'll see my daughter. and my... spouse.” your eyes shoot open wide but logan’s remain fallen shut. your chest heaves up and down intensely but logan’s remains still.

when the time comes, your feet are forcefully dragging you away towards your old car while logan lies beneath the ground.

[devine-fem]

If you wish to get into Spideypool or write for them then this is a masterlist of all ‘Spideypool’ evidence of Wade Wilson or Peter Parker being astrangly interested in each other. This took me forever... please don't flop. If I miss anything please let me know, I'll edit this list as soon as possible.

1. When bound against Spider-Man, Deadpool gets... excited for lack of a better word and even more so when Spider-Man yells at him.

2. Deadpool has a celebrity crush on Spider-Man like young teenage boys would crush on various female actors, but instead Wade Wilson had Spiderman, I guess.

3. Wade Wilson owns a plethora of Spider-man merch, plushies, blankets, posters, underwear, belts, he has them.

4. There are two official variant covers that display Deadpool and Spider-man recreating the upside-down kiss… this is technically not canon due to them being variant covers, but they can be if you want.

5. When someone asks Deadpool about the relationship he has with Spider-Man he either says they are best friends or lovers.

6. Wade is jealous or envious of Peter’s bond with Johnny Storm.

7. Wade comments multiple times about how tight Spider-Man’s suit is and how nice his butt is.

8. Wade has called Tobey Maguire cute.

9. There are mutliple occasions of pedestrians in the marvel universe assuming Spider-Man and Deadpool are some sort of couple.

10. When Deadpool is asked about a romantic date… he imagines him and Spiderman sharing a candlelit dinner together…

11. It’s important to remember that Spider-Man is a grown man. Yes, Deadpool flirts a lot, but he is flirting with another adult that he is sexually attracted to, and this is not a crime, he’s not harassing Spider-Man in any way and if Peter felt like he was then he can also be an adult and tell Wade to stop which he never does.

12. Deadpool most of the time does not know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man so when Wade flirts with Spider-Man, he’s mostly attracted to the idea of Spider-Man he has in his head and when he’s in the position to know Spider-Man’s identity, he always refuses and even protects his identity from being known by other people. + Forehead kiss.

13. Wade has a list of people that he would cheat on his wife with. It’s a list of people he’d be given a free pass to have sex with if he’s given the chance. Most people on this list are woman but the last person is Spider-Man, this is one of the biggest nods towards Deadpool’s sexuality because it’s set in stone that if given the opportunity, he would have sex with Spider-Man, while knowing that he’s a man.

14. Wade has pictures of him and Spider-Man together in his house.

15. Spider-Man keeps pictures of him and Wade on his phone… for reasons… I don’t know why.

16. They have one biological child together called ‘Itsy Bitsy’ and another they adopted called Matrix.

17. Wade doesn’t hesitate to protect Spider-Man.

18. Ryan Renolds and Andrew Garfield have kissed before. Not really evidence, I just think it's funny.

19. Deadpool loses his wife because of how much time he’s devoted to Spider-Man, instead of her. She even calls him out on his crush, he legitimately loses his wife because of his relationship with Spider-Man due to her feeling like she’s third wheeling.

20. Marvel ships it.

21. Asking Spider-Man for a kiss, an upside-down kiss that is and I mean, if you count the variant covers as canon then sure, yeah, never say never Spidey.

22. Wade would die with Spider-Man (and he gets to prove this later)

23. Spider-Man’s touch, voice and smell all seem to calm Wade down. 24. There's an issue in a Deadpool comic literally just called "Spideypool." 25. Wade references fanfiction, fanart and says Spideypool out of his mouth multiple times so he's very aware that this exists. 26. There's an alternate universe where they are old man in an apocalypse. 27. Deadpool's villains are well aware that he has a weak spot for Spider-Man and uses this against him at times. How cute is that? 28. Spider-Man is Wade's special boy... dude, this is so fanficy... 29. Okay, so, the heartmates thing. A group of people use magic to try and summon Deadpool's heartmate to try and get to his wife, I'm not entirely sure what a heartmate is but I'm pretty sure it's a 'one true love' type of thing and yes, this summons Spider-Man, so unless Wade's 'gay jokes' have tricked the concept of magic as a whole, that's pretty on the nose. 30. Wade has seen Spider-Man naked... I'm pretty sure that is what this is implying. 31. Peter does find Wade genuinely annoying sometimes, but he never voices this to Wade directly but the funniest thing is... Peter's attitude to Wade is like a 'he can only get on MY NERVES!' type of thing. 32. Peter genuinely gets worried for Deadpool when he gets hurt even though he has a healing factor, he even takes care of him when he's healing after a mission. 33. Peter gets magicked into thinking Wade is attractive. NOW LET'S GET INTO THE SAD AND EXISTENTIAL STUFF! 34. One of Wade's bigger character arcs is when he tries to become a hero like Spider-Man. He admires Spider-Man, he puts him on a pedestal because he does the right thing without hurting anyone and he's admired for it. To be honest, we did just go through a bunch of cute fanficy moments but this moral back and forth between the two is definitely the gayest thing they've done. 35. Weirdly Peter is trying to actively force himself to hate Wade, but he can't find it within himself to dislike him. I think that his mean comments toward Wade are definitely more of an act because the behavior that Wade displays remind him of things he dislikes within himself. Peter also has been betrayed multiple times throughout his life by people he thought he could trust so he has a hard time allowing himself to trust Wade. Meanwhile Wade feels jealous of what he assumes is a relationship between him and Peter Parker that could possibly be romantic, yes, Wade does think Peter Parker and Spider-Man may have been dating which is why Spider-Man is so protective of Peter Parker which causes Wade to get jealous. 36. Wade and Peter actually become friends very easily which is something that people complained about when this comic was still just coming out. Eventually, because Wade is convinced Peter Parker is an evil doer, he kills Peter Parker (Spider-Man) which causes Spider-Man to revoke their friendship and feel betrayed by Deadpool. Peter assumes that Wade falsified their entire friendship just to get to Peter Parker and kill him, he eventually finds out this was a mistake and brings Peter Parker to life which is around the time where Wade's wife leaves him. Now, because of Peter, Wade is using rubber bullets and refusing to kill people. It's important to remember that Wade in the past, has mentioned that killing was all he had, and he gave that up for Spider-Man, to prove himself to Spider-man. This is a huge thing for Wade, killing was one of his most defining traits but it also made him hate himself, but he's willing to change for Peter.

Is it... wrong of me for kind of finding the fact that Peter has worked to help Deadpool stop killing but this ultimately culminates as Wade killing Peter, like biting the hand that feeds you... is it wrong that I find this tragically romantic...? I need so much therapy. 37. Wade explains that he was just trying to protect Spider-Man which is one of my favorite moments between the two.

38. Peter eventually forgives Deadpool, and they go after the person who put a hit on Peter Parker.

39. When Peter’s mad at him… he doesn’t exactly… hate it? I guess.

40. Wade has a little "What would Spidey do?" wristband. That's adorable. 41. Wade describes his new morality as the best thing that's ever happened to him and one of the biggest things that motivate him to be better is because someone (spidey) genuinely believes that he can get better. He mentions that if Spider-man was to die or leave him then there would be no point in getting better which is so sad to me.

42. Spider-Man has a bad habit of easily forgiving people. Spider-Man has a hero complex and believes that everyone can be saved, even when told to his face that Deadpool is not the type of person that can be save, he defends Deadpool and rejects this idea.

43. When Wade does the right thing Peter tells him that he's proud of him and this is also a big motivator for him. He feels better if he's told someone notices his efforts and feels neglected if they don't.

44. Speaking of tragically romantic, Peter starts to question his morality because he finds out that there's a hole in his life that seemingly can't be filled with doing the right thing anymore. He lets himself slip away and contemplates killing itsy bitsy which he commits to doing but Wade tries relentlessly to stop him.

He ends up killing Wade because he finds that his ongoing worship of him makes him feel guilty. 45. Wade doesn't stop trying to get Peter to stop.

Ultimately Peter beats him in the fight and to stop Peter, he sacrifices himself. He kills Itsy Bitsy instead so Peter can't. He gives up his morality, something that meant the world to him, for Peter, once again. Peter feels immensely guilty for this and promises to make it up to Wade somehow. It's also implied that Wade fills that gap in Peter's life that he's missing.

46. This is from a different writer so it's a little inconsistent, basically because of Wade's new morality, he stops making as many jokes, starts to become more serious and eventually gets to really be alone with himself and his problems which causes him to dislike the version of Wade Wilson he's become because of Spidey. It's like Peter makes him see parts of himself that he dislikes a little bit clearer, and he loses hope, he stops believing that he can actually become better. Cameleon, a villain at the time fakes Deadpool killing someone, Peter believes this - which hurts Wade due to how little faith it seems Peter has in Deadpool. He blows up in Peter's face and says that he did all of this for him, and he doesn't really care about letting everyone down... except him, he feels extremely guilty for some reason when he lets Spider-Man down.

47. Eventually, Peter finds out that Wade did not kill someone and apologizes to Deadpool which is important because it means Peter cannot wrong Deadpool without the narrative making sure he makes amends for his actions. Deadpool sometimes is very vexing, and this is not necessarily entirely Peter's fault for getting aggravated with him. Deadpool does this on purpose, he has low self-esteem and sometimes uses his behavior as a way to push the people he cares about away, whether it's to protect them or to keep himself from getting hurt. Wade has communicated this to Peter before and Peter very sweetly affirmed him. 48. Wade has a daughter named Ellie that he keeps far away from him because he does not want her getting in the middle of his mercenary business and getting hurt. He says that one day when he's ready to put this mercenary stuff behind him then he'll be ready to take care of her properly. Wade introduces his daughter to Spider-Man, and she says that she loves Spider-Man and Daddy talks about him all the time which Wade adorably gets embarrassed by. 49. Peter goes out of his way to hang out with Wade. 50. Theres this huge arc of future!Wade Wilson coming back from the future into the past to stop things from going so wrong in the future. This might be confusing but basically, this whole arc is about how Wade refuses to live without Peter and without Peter's permission, gives up some of his healing factor to keep Peter alive way past his due date. He outlives every person he knows and the only person he has is Deadpool. He even gives up being Spider-Man until busting a robbery motivates him to be Spider-Man one more time which he spends that time with Deadpool. Peter almost dies once again and to save Peter, Deadpool gives up more of his healing factor to keep him alive. It's so strange to me that Wade refuses to live without Peter but what's even stranger is that it's revealed that Peter knows Deadpool is keeping him alive and never stops him. These two are so weird about each other. This eventually culminates with the both of them dying in each other's arms, I kid you not. 51. So, Wade and Peter, long story short, stops this future from happening which is the second the last arc. The last last arc is them defeating the concept of the third wall I believe...? 52. Another thing that is EXTREMELY important to note is that Wade and Peter are canonically established friends right now. During the last 10 issues of their solo comic they become friends, set in stone, no going back on that. Peter finally accepts Wade as he is, and they go on a little adventure together. There's no point in saying Peter doesn't like Wade or Wade doesn't like Peter. Peter and Wade's friendship developed over time, there's no need to try and erase their friendship. Peter likes Wade now; he stops pretending to be annoyed with him, he cheers him on, and he compliments him regularly. He even trusts Wade enough to reveal himself as Peter Parker. Peter and Wade's friendship was very similar to Johnny Storm and Peter Parker's, both hated each other at first but then slowly became good friends. There's no point of putting Spideytorch and Spideypool against each other when they are so similar. 53. Wade thinks Peter is handsome. 54. Peter thinks Wade is a hero. 55. One of my favorite moments because I am CRAZY. Wade dying for Peter without hesitation and Peter being devastated. This happens almost right after Peter reveals himself as Peter Parker. 56. Wade has eaten Peter before, if you're into that Cannibalism being a metaphor for love type of thing.

57. Wade has called Peter 'baby boy' and "bambi' but these things have happened literally one time before and have become extremely overused. Wade has plenty of nicknames for Peter, let's mix it up a bit. 58. Marvel's little animation for the both of them. 59. They've interacted in Ultimate Spider-Man before.

60. Peter has a fever dream… Deadpool is crossdressing in it.

61. Deadpool gets put into a falsified reality where everything is his version of perfect, this is a villians way of getting information out of Deadpool while using his favorite things as leverage. In this reality, fake!Spider-Man tries to get information out of Deadpool by bribing him with sex. I kid you not.

62. His little “Make Spidey mine, Marvel!” Badge. He’s so down bad.

63. The entirety of Deadpool (2013) Issue #10.

64. The official Deadpool manga where Deadpool contemplates asking Spider-Man for a dirty favor.

65. Deadpool’s random little Spider-Man keychain at the handle of his Katanna.

Or, y’know, reading their duo comic: Spider-Man/Deadpool (2016) would also basically tell you everything you need to know about their dynamic if you need somewhere to start. I hope this helped to refresh anyone’s mind on things as well.

Again, if I missed anything cute, please let me know. I’ll edit it as soon as possible.

[hard-core-super-star]

moondust in your hair [W.Maximoff]

pairing: baker!wanda x college student! reader

summary: after spending weeks looking for the perfect place for your first date, you take wanda out and give your relationship a label.

warnings: none, i think; pure fluff for once; first date shenanigans; R giggling and kicking her feet over wanda being cute

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: HIHIHIHI! so, i survived all my midterm exams which means i was finally able to finish this fic! i couldn't resist and wrote one more part for the baker!wanda series because i love her so much. plus, writing fluff has been incredible for my mental health lately. anyway, i expect to back to writing sinful smut by next week but for now, hope you enjoy <3

part one | part two | part four

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For the first time in a long time, Westview had become your home again.

You still weren't fully tied down to the small town, still traveling back and forth between it and NYC, but you'd found a small semblance of normal.

Your semester at university was almost over, the threat of finals weeks looming over you whenever you decided to relax for a little too long, which meant you were one step closer to spending your summer with Wanda. There was something slightly silly to your excitement, like you were some sort of schoolgirl, looking forward to staying up all night on the phone with a forbidden crush.

In a way, that was exactly what it was.

You didn't want to call it sneaking around, it made it sound like you were doing something bad. There was nothing wrong with what Wanda and you had but that didn't stop people from talking.

From crafting stories about how she was cheating on Vision because they technically weren't divorced, about her kids hating you, about her having manipulated you with the promise of a job.

They were awful rumors, completely made up to destroy the reputation of the older woman's bakery, and yet, there was no denying the weight they carried. The damage they could do if they got out of hand.

It made things complicated, yes, but you weren't going to give up so easily.

So, after asking Wanda out on a formal date, you got to work. Every moment of free time was spent exploring the outskirts of town, and trying to find a nice place to set up a picnic for her. It took longer than you would have liked but eventually, you made a decision and told the older woman you had finally figured out how to take her on a date.

To say she found it all ridiculous would be an understatement. She swore up and down that she didn't care about other people, that she had no problem with taking you out to a nice dinner despite the rumors. You believed her but you weren't about to risk it.

Something that she found incredibly sweet and endearing.

But when the day finally came and you told her, the smile she gave you made the wait more than worth it.

It was a slow day at the bakery and you could hardly contain your excitement about what would come next. You were practically bouncing around the room, cleaning up whatever little mess you could find to keep yourself busy.

You'd told her the second you arrived about your idea but you couldn't simply have her shut the bakery early because you were dying to sneak away with her. As hard as it was, you had to wait.

The wait, however, allowed you to fill your cute picnic basket with as many treats as you could. That did mean the displays at the front were more empty than usual but it wasn't like there were too many people around to complain about it.

Plus, it gave you an excuse to keep Wanda away while you packed things up.

But finally, after what felt like forever, the workday was over and the older woman was closing up shop.

"Go wait for me in the car, will you, sweetheart?" She asks as starts closing the blinds.

You turn to face her, your pout not even fully formed, and she shakes her head affectionately at you. Without another word, she crosses the space between you to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"You're not the only one who has some surprises up her sleeve." You can practically feel her smiling against your skin and it makes your heart skip a beat. "Now, go. Please?"

Who are you to deny such a request as that one?

Your feet carry you out the door before you can pout again, your picnic basket clutched in your hands as you walk to her car. It's a little silly but you keep your head down just in case. Even though it's closing time, the sun is barely starting to set and there's still a lot of light. Not to mention, a lot of nosy people walking their dogs.

You manage to make it to the car without a problem and a few minutes later, Wanda joins you. Whatever items she brought are obscured in a tote bag so you can't tell what they are. You have no doubt it's probably wine and fresh fruit, two things that will pair nicely with the cookies you stole from the display (you'll pay her back next week).

The second she's in the car, she hands you her phone so you can punch the location into her Maps app. The action makes you smile despite how small it is. You're sure you'll never get used to how much she trusts you. How badly she wants to make sure you're taken care of in every way.

"Are you going to tell me where I'm going?" She asks as she starts the drive.

You shake your head with a giggle. "Nope, it's a surprise. You're only allowed to drive."

"Oh, that's all I'm allowed to do?" Almost instantly one of her hands drifts to yours, interlacing your fingers and squeezing.

"Hmmm," you pretend to think. "I guess you can do something else if you'd like."

"Cheeky girl," she teases before giving the back of your hand a kiss.

The rest of the drive is spent just like that. With Wanda teasing you in between quick kisses and even quicker banter. You're sure your jaw will ache soon from all your smiling but you don't mind. Especially because her smile is just as big as your own.

Despite how distracted you both are, you manage to make it to your destination at the perfect time to watch the rest of the sunset. Your excitement is more than obvious as you rush a laughing Wanda out the car, holding the picnic basket in one hand and a few blankets in the other one.

"Slow down, sweetheart!" The older woman calls out as you rush down toward a secluded spot in a clearing of trees.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" You shout back.

Her laugh accompanies you until you start setting up, laying down the blankets and pulling out the sandwiches you packed. It's while you're plating the cookies that Wanda joins you with, like you guessed, a bottle of wine in one hand and a tupperware filled with fruit in the other.

She wordlessly helps you finish your set-up, her eyebrow raising once she notices just how many pastries you took from under her nose.

The silence lingers for a little while but it's not uncomfortable. If anything, it reminds you why you love being in the green-eyed woman's presence so much. Being with her is quiet. Calm. Soothing like a day on the beach.

You lean against her side as you start digging into your feast, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the woman keeping you company and the stunning sunset overhead.

"How'd you find this place?" Wanda finally asks.

The mere question makes your cheeks heat up. "Well, I…I spent a lot of time exploring. There's no privacy almost anywhere in town so I ended up out here. It's practically a park."

"You know I would have been okay with going out to a restaurant, right?"

You shrug. "Yeah, but I wanted to do something special. And do it somewhere where we can't be interrupted."

Even though your intentions are innocent, they still make Wanda smirk, which in turn makes your stomach do a backflip. "I usually wait until the third date for that stuff, baby."

"Oh, shut up."

You hide your blushing by bumping your shoulder against hers and hoping it'll distract her. Your idea sort of works except she places her half-empty glass of wine down and takes your free hand in hers.

It's not the movement itself that makes your mind freeze, it's the ease with which she does it.

You've spent the better half of a university semester pining after this woman, thinking she would never give you the time of day, and now you're here. With her. With your side pressed tightly against her and her hand in yours, holding onto you like she never wants to let go.

It's not until the sun has fully set, and you've both eaten far too many cookies and drank almost a full bottle of wine, that you dare put a voice to your feelings.

You're on your backs, staring up at the night sky and pretending like you're paying attention to what she's saying as she points out random constellations instead of focusing solely on the veins on her hand. She's giggling about something, you're not too sure what since your mind is swimming a little, and the moon reflects the little sparkles you know litter her eyes.

When she realizes you're not laughing with her, Wanda turns to look at you. "You still with me, sweetheart?"

Instead of answering her question, you blurt out your own. "What are we?"

Her eyes widen in surprise but her lips quirk up into a smile. Not the smirk she's been throwing your way in between flirty comments, not the small and slightly fake one she uses when people are annoying her at the bakery. It's the one she reserves just for you. Where her eyes grow soft and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"What do you mean?"

You inwardly groan, not in the mood to play a weird form of Hot Potato where you pass questions back and forth. However, you're not about to back down. Not yet, at least.

"I don't know. I just…well, I really like you, Wanda. I didn't just ask you here because I was looking for a quick, fun time."

The whole time you talk, you feel like kicking yourself for getting so tangled up. You can't help it. Not when she's looking at you like you're more important than all the stars in the sky.

"y/n," she says before you can start thinking too hard. "I really like you too. And I don't know what we are, but I know what I want us to be…if you think you'd be interested, I know I'm not-"

You surge forward before she can finish her sentence.

There's very little grace to your movements as you press your lips against hers, drowning out whatever complaint she was going to make about herself. You don't want to hear. You don't think you can even bear the thought of hearing her say anything bad about herself.

Not when she's the most perfect woman you've ever laid eyes on.

Despite her surprise, Wanda melts into you. Her lips taste sweet like the pastries she spends all her free time making and you can faintly make out the smell of wine that lingers.

When you move to deepen the kiss, she throws her arm over your side to pull you against her.

The sudden movement makes you gasp but you don't dare move away. You allow her to pull you in until you're basically on top of her, your lips ghosting over each other as you try to catch your breath.

It's there, lying breathless with her beneath you, that you realize how crazy you are. How absolutely insane you are about her.

She doesn't seem to care, if the smile on her face is anything to go by.

As you move in to kiss her again, you realize you don't care either.

You can't care.

Because Wanda Maximoff wants you.

And that's all you truly care about.

[daeniradraconis]

Small Moments - L. Hughes /Age Is Just a Number… Right? - Part 3. /

Hi lovelies, So this is it—the final part of Luke’s story! 🥹 To fully enjoy it, make sure you’ve read Part 1 and Part 2 first.

Just a quick note: I know that in Jack’s and Quinn’s stories, I named Luke’s girlfriend Thea, but in this one, I didn’t use any names. So if you’re not a fan of OC fics, you’re totally safe here! These are more like little snapshots from Luke and the reader's story—a glimpse into their everyday life and quiet moments together.

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I loved writing it. 💛

For more fun: masterlist Those red days

“I love you more than I hate everything else.”

Moving in together was supposed to be fun. A new adventure. A fresh start. A romantic milestone. But right now? You wanted to punt Luke out of your romantic milestone.

You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a mountain of blankets, feeling like absolute garbage. Your cramps were killing you, you were bloated, and worst of all—Luke was breathing. Loudly. Or maybe just… normally. But normal breathing was annoying right now.

You turned your head, glaring at him like he was your mortal enemy. “Can you just not breathe?”

Luke, sprawled out on the other end of the couch, paused mid-scroll on his phone. “Uh… what?”

“Stop breathing,” you repeated, voice wobbling. “It’s annoying.”

He blinked. “You want me to just… die?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did.”

“Well, I didn’t mean it like that,” you grumbled, sniffling dramatically.

Luke, being Luke, took a deep breath and then dramatically held it, staring at you like he was nobly sacrificing himself for the greater good.

For a few seconds, it was nice. Quiet. Peaceful.

But then your stupid emotions betrayed you.

Oh God. What if he actually stopped breathing? What if he suffocated? What if he just collapsed right there, and you had to explain to his brothers that you literally annoyed him to death? What if you had to live with that guilt forever?

Your eyes welled up. “Oh no.”

Luke, still holding his breath, raised an eyebrow.

Tears streamed down your face. “BREATHE, LUKE! PLEASE!”

Startled, he exhaled so fast he coughed. “Jesus, babe! What is happening?”

You launched yourself at him, burying your face in his chest. “I told you to stop breathing, but then I thought about you actually dying and now I feel like the worst person ever because I love you and I don’t want you to die and my hormones are trying to ruin my life—”

Luke was silent for a second. Then, he wheezed. “You—” He coughed, trying not to laugh. “You just tried to cancel my breathing privileges and then got sad about it?”

You sniffled. “Yes.”

He exhaled, rubbing your back. “Okay. That tracks.”

You let out a miserable little whimper. “I hate my uterus.”

Luke nodded solemnly. “Understandable.” Then, after a beat— “You know… there is one way to avoid this every month.”

You pulled back slightly, squinting at him. “What?”

His lips twitched. “You could just get pregnant.”

You froze. Oh. That was not where you thought he was going with that.

Your first instinct was to roll your eyes and smack him, but then—your hormones betrayed you again. Because suddenly, instead of slapping him, your brain went, Hmm. Pregnant. Baby. Little Hughes baby. Luke as a dad. You wouldn’t have a period. Interesting.

You stared at him, horrified.

Luke grinned. “Oh my God. You’re thinking about it.”

“No, I’m not!” you shrieked, shaking your head violently.

“You are!” he laughed. “You actually considered it for a second!”

“I hate my hormones,” you groaned, collapsing back against him. “They’re making me like the idea of things I should not be liking right now.”

He kissed the top of your head, still smirking. “I mean, no rush. But if you ever really wanna get rid of your period…”

You groaned again. “I’m moving out.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “No, you’re not.”

You sighed. “No, I’m not.” …But still. Maybe one day. Our Tradition “Maybe that’s what love is. Having someone who makes all the mundane moments feel like small traditions worth keeping.”

The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of early morning light, the air thick with the sweet scent of pancakes sizzling on the griddle. The soft plop of the batter hitting the pan is almost rhythmic, and you find yourself humming along as you flip the pancakes, making sure they’re just the right shade of golden brown.

Today is special—it’s Luke’s birthday, the first one you’re celebrating together. You want everything to be perfect. The pancakes are stacked high, their golden layers dotted with fresh, ripe strawberries and a light dusting of powdered sugar.

“Smells amazing in here,” Luke’s sleepy voice drifts from the doorway, and you look up to find him standing there, blinking slowly, his hair a mess of wild curls sticking out in every direction. His face is adorably puffy from sleep, his eyes still heavy with that dreamy haze. He looks like he’s just crawled out of a cloud.

You smile at the sight of him, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Morning, sleepyhead,” you tease, setting the pancakes down on a plate.

Luke shuffles over to you, dragging his feet like he’s still half-asleep, his arms already reaching for you. You giggle as he wraps himself around you from behind, burying his face in your neck. His curls tickle your skin as he presses his puffy cheek against your shoulder, his voice muffled.

“I look like a mess,” he mumbles, his words thick with sleep. “My curls are everywhere, and my face is puffy. I can’t even… I can’t believe you’re making me get out of bed looking like this.”

You laugh, running your fingers through his wild curls, making them even messier in the process. “You’re adorable. No matter what.” You turn around in his arms, meeting his sleepy eyes, still glowing with that soft affection. He’s clinging to you like he can’t quite let go of the warmth of the bed. His arms tighten around your waist as he pulls you closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m just too tired,” he groans, his voice dragging. “Can’t I just stay here with you for a little longer? I don’t want to leave.”

You laugh softly, kissing the tip of his nose, knowing how hard it is for him to fully wake up. “We have pancakes waiting,” you tease, trying to coax him into action.

He groans again, but the grin on his face tells you he’s already starting to wake up. “Mmm, pancakes. I can get up for pancakes,” he agrees, reluctantly loosening his grip but only just enough to let you move toward the counter.

You grab a mug of coffee from the counter and pass it to him, watching as he takes a sip with a sleepy smile. His eyes never leave you as you set the pancakes on the table, a plate full of sweet simplicity. You sit down across from him, the soft morning light warming the space between you.

He doesn’t let you sit alone for long. After a moment, he’s pulling his chair closer, practically on top of yours, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. His curls brush against your cheek, and you feel the weight of his sleepy body leaning into yours.

You smile, feeling your heart swell. "Happy birthday, Lukey," you say softly, taking his hand in yours.

Luke smiles lazily, his eyes half-lidded, his puffy face breaking into a contented grin. "Thank you," he murmurs, squeezing your hand. "This is the best start to my birthday. Pancakes, coffee, and you." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, his warmth enveloping you. “I could get used to this.”

You chuckle softly, running a hand through his curls again, the mess of them so endearing. “This is our tradition now,” you tell him, your voice full of meaning. “Every birthday, pancakes and coffee. Just us.”

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with soft, adoring eyes. “I love that,” he says quietly. Then, with a teasing grin, he adds, “But next time, can we maybe skip the getting out of bed early in the morning part? I kind of like being wrapped around you for a little longer.”

You smile, leaning into his embrace as you both dig into the pancakes, the quiet, simple joy of the moment settling around you. For all the big milestones and celebrations that lie ahead, this feels like the kind of tradition that will stick—the quiet mornings, the sleepy smiles, and the deep, unspoken understanding that you're building something beautiful together.

When You Need It Most

“When I am with you, I feel at home. And that’s all I need, really.”

The moment you step through the door, you already know—it’s one of those days. The weight of your job, the expectations, the endless frustration—it all clings to you like a second skin, suffocating, inescapable. You drop your bag on the floor with a little too much force, your keys rattling against the table as you toss them down.

Luke and Jack are sprawled out on the couch, watching something on TV, their laughter floating through the air, but it feels distant, like static noise.

Jack picks up on your mental state the moment he lays eyes on you. So he does what he does best—flashes you a grin and tries to break the tension.

“Hey, you look like you could use a drink.” His voice is teasing, playful—the kind of humor that usually earns at least a smirk from you.

Nothing. You just stare at him blankly.

Luke notices immediately. His smile fades, his eyes scanning your face. “Babe?” His voice is soft, concerned.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Without another word, you turn on your heel and head straight for the bedroom, closing the door behind you a little harder than necessary. The moment you’re alone, it all comes crashing down. The frustration, the exhaustion, the helplessness—it swallows you whole.

Tears burn behind your eyes, and you sink onto the bed, burying your face in your hands. A sharp, uneven breath escapes you, and before you know it, you’re breaking down completely.

You don’t hear the door open, don’t realize Luke is there until you feel the mattress dip beside you. His hand finds your back instantly, warm and grounding, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs, voice filled with worry. “Talk to me.”

You shake your head, sniffling. “It’s— It’s my job. My boss wants me back in the office. Full-time.” The words come out choked, filled with frustration. “That’s so much travel, Luke. It’s going to cost me a fortune just to get there. And I don’t—” Your voice wavers. “I don’t even like it. I don’t even know why I’m still doing it.”

Luke is quiet, letting you get it all out. His hand never stops moving, grounding you.

“I just… I feel useless,” you admit in a whisper. “Like I’m stuck. And I don’t know what to do, and—” You take a shaky breath. “I don’t want to move closer to the office, because then I’d have to move out. And I don’t want that either.” Your voice breaks at the last part.

Luke doesn’t hesitate. “Then quit.”

Your head snaps up, eyes red-rimmed as you blink at him. “What?”

“Quit,” he repeats, like it’s the easiest decision in the world.

You let out a humorless laugh, wiping at your eyes. “Luke, that’s insane.”

“No, what’s insane is watching you come home every day looking like this.” His voice is firm but gentle, his eyes locked onto yours. “You’re miserable. You don’t love that job anymore. Why are you forcing yourself to stay?”

“Because I have to.”

“Why?” He leans in, brows furrowed. “Who said you have to?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Luke exhales, shaking his head. “Babe, when we agreed to be together, I told you—I want to prove to you that I can be a man. And in my book, that means being there for you. Protecting you. Providing for you.” His voice is steady, full of conviction. “I can do that. For you.”

You swallow, your heart tightening at his words.

“I’m not saying you have to sit at home and just do the housework,” he continues. “Unless you want to. If being a homemaker is what makes you happy, then that’s a job too. You already take care of everything around here. You make this place a home. I see that. I respect that.” He cups your cheek gently, thumb brushing over your skin. “And I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped in a job that’s making you miserable just because you think you have to.”

Tears well in your eyes again, but this time, they’re different. Lighter.

Luke tilts his head, his voice softening. “Just… take a break. A few months. Give yourself time to figure out what you want. Not what your boss wants, not what’s expected—what you want.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering. “And whatever that is, I’ve got you. No matter what.”

You feel the tension start to ease, but then a familiar knot tightens in your stomach. You pull back slightly, looking up at him with a mix of fear and guilt. “But I don’t know if I can do that, Luke. I don’t know if I can just... not work. People already think I’m with you for your money. They think I’m trying to lock you down because I’m older than you, and—” You shake your head, voice cracking. “Even your mom thought I was only here because of what you have. I can’t... I can’t just stop working, or they’ll be right.”

Luke’s face softens, but his gaze hardens in that way that tells you he’s about to get serious. He takes your hands gently in his. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” His voice is firm but filled with warmth. “First of all, anyone who says you’re with me for my money doesn’t know you. I know you. You’re not the type to care about that.”

You try to speak, but he holds up a hand, stopping you. “And second, let’s be real—do you even let me pay for anything? I took you to Starbucks the other day, and you practically threw the change at me.”

A small, reluctant smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. “That’s because I can get my own coffee.”

“I know, but you know what? I like spoiling you. And that’s not about me trying to buy your love—it’s because I appreciate everything you do.” He squeezes your hands gently. “And I know that you take care of this—you take care of us.”

Your chest tightens with emotion, and you let out a shaky breath. “But I don’t want you to think I’m just using you. That I’m not contributing.”

Luke tilts his head, a soft laugh escaping him. “Babe, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re not just keeping this place together—you’re running this house. And that’s a full-time job in itself. It’s exhausting, but you do it every damn day.” He pauses, his eyes softening with affection as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “And you don’t let me or Jack help nearly enough.” He shakes his head with a smile. “But you know what? You make this house feel like home. Before you, it was just a place to sleep, but now…” He exhales softly, looking around as if taking it all in. “Now, after a game, a roadie, or a practice, I walk in and it’s like I can finally breathe. It feels like a safe space, like peace. And that’s all you, baby.”

His voice softens even more, the depth of his love clear in every word. “Your candles, glowing every night… that scent, it’s like a wave of calm. It’s like a hug for my soul after a crazy day. And your lemon sorbet? God, it’s like you put all your care and love into every bite. After we lose, or just have a bad day, it’s like you’re reminding me that there’s still sweetness, still warmth, no matter what. You fill this house with so much love, and it makes my heart so damn full every time.”

He lets out a fond laugh. “And don’t even get me started on those ridiculous fluffy pillows you insist on buying. They’re the softest things I’ve ever laid on, and they’ve made my sleep so much better. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I’d still be running on fumes if it wasn’t for them.” He grins, his voice turning playful, but there’s a tenderness there that cuts through the teasing. “But seriously, babe… you’ve turned this place into more than just walls and furniture. You’ve made it us. You’ve made me, and even Jack, better—happier. You’ve put so much of yourself into this home, and it’s more than just a place to live. It’s where we feel loved, where we feel cared for. Where we feel safe.”

Your throat tightens, and he rubs his thumb across your hand, soothing you. “I don’t know if you realize this, but you’re already doing more than most people could even handle. You are so much more than any paycheck or job title. You’ve already been providing, in ways that matter. And if you need a break, then take one. I’ve got you.”

Your heart swells at his words, but you’re still reluctant. “But, Luke... I don’t want you to think I’m just... leeching off of you.”

He pulls you in close, his voice soft but full of conviction. “It’s not leeching. It’s a partnership. I want to be here for you. I want to provide for you. That’s what being a man means to me—being there for the people I love, supporting them in whatever way I can.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I don’t want you to feel guilty about that. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You swallow hard, tears spilling over again, but this time they’re tears of relief. You’re finally starting to believe him.

“I know I’m young,” he continues, his voice steady, “but I’ve been around long enough to know what matters. And you? You matter. More than anything.”

You feel the tightness in your chest begin to melt away. “But... I still don’t want people to think—”

He cuts you off with a playful smile. “I don’t care what people think. Let them talk. I’m the one who gets to wake up next to you every day—I know who you are, and that’s all that matters.” Then he grins. “Besides, my mom loves you now. You two get wine-drunk together every other Sunday.”

You gasp, hand to your chest. “Excuse you! We’re enrolled in a very respectable online wine tasting course.”

He lifts a brow, smirking. “Babe… pretty sure wine tasting courses don't involve giggling over cheese boards and impulse-buying matching slippers.”

You narrow your eyes. “That was one time. And the slippers were on sale.”

He laughs, eyes soft as he leans in closer. “All I’m saying is—she loves you. You’re in. Fully, completely. Everyone in my family who actually knows you? They adore you.” He pauses, and looks deeply in your eye. “And the people who don’t? Their opinions don’t matter. Not to me. Not to us.”

Luke grins at you, his arms wrapping around you again, pulling you in tight.

“You’re not using me,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’re with me. And I love you for who you are. All of you. I want you to feel secure, to feel safe, not just financially, but emotionally, mentally—every way. And if that means you take a break from work, then take one. I’ve got you. Always.”

You feel his love, his certainty, and for the first time, you feel like you don’t have to prove anything. You don’t have to justify your worth with a paycheck.

“Okay,” you whisper, finally allowing yourself to let go of that fear. “Okay.”

Luke smiles, his lips brushing over your forehead. “Yeah?”

You nod, your heart lighter than it’s been in a long time. “Yeah.”

There’s a long pause before he adds, his voice playful again. “Now, let’s go out there and tell Jack he completely failed at making you laugh. Because that’s gonna break his heart.”

A watery laugh bubbles out of you, and Luke grins, brushing a soft kiss against the top of your head.

“There she is,” he murmurs, a tender smile on his face. “My sweet girl.”

Tides of Us

"They were two souls who had never been apart, just waiting for the world to catch up."

The air still held the warmth of the day, soft and easy, with the sun just starting to dip behind the trees. The lake was calm, stretching out in ripples that caught the last of the golden light. Shadows from the tall pines spilled across the dock, where the boards were sun-bleached and uneven from years of use.

The wood creaked softly beneath you as you moved. Luke’s arms were wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on the top of your head. You swayed together in a slow, absent rhythm, barefoot and quiet.

Luke was tall and warm and damp from the lake, wearing an oversized hoodie that hung off his frame and clung a little to his skin. His curls, still wet, peeked out from under the hood. You wore a light blue sundress, the bottom of it soaked and clinging to your legs. Your hair was loose, wavy from the water, still drying in the evening air.

There wasn’t much sound—just the lake, the breeze, and the creak of wood beneath you. You didn’t talk. You didn’t need to.

From the terrace of the lake house above, where two weather-worn Adirondack chairs sat angled toward the water, Quinn clicked another photo.

“You’re seriously going full National Geographic right now,” Jack said, chewing around a mouthful of peach. “Creepiest brother behavior I’ve witnessed, and I’ve seen you cry during Finding Nemo.”

Quinn didn’t lower the camera. “Bold talk from the guy who wouldn’t give up the Jersey apartment for Luke and Y/N because he ‘didn’t want to be emotionally abandoned.’”

Jack shrugged and dropped the peach pit into his cup. “Yeah, I’m needy and mildly unhinged. I own that. That’s why I get to judge everyone else.”

Quinn rolled his eyes. Jack had always been dramatic, clingy, and unapologetically himself—and by now, nothing surprised Quinn anymore. Still, he set the camera down and leaned back in his chair.

They sat side by side in peaceful silence, the kind that didn’t need filling. Below, Luke suddenly tightened his grip and spun you around, lifting your feet clean off the dock with a squeal. You laughed—loud and bright—head tipping back as the world blurred around you. Luke giggled too, breathless and boyish, like he couldn’t help it.

When he finally set you down, you reached up on instinct, fingers threading through his damp curls just to mess them up. He swatted at your hand, but you were already darting away with a grin.

“Oh no you don’t,” he called, barefoot steps soft against the dock as he chased after you. You didn’t get far—you never really tried to.

“They’re so in love,” Quinn said simply.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

He leaned back in the chair, squinting at the dock like he was watching a memory instead of a moment.

“You remember how it started?” Jack asked, a laugh already curling at the edges of his mouth.

Quinn chuckled. “She tried to sneak out of the apartment.”

“She was sneaking out,” Jack said, grinning. “He was still asleep. I found her in the hallway looking like she’d just realized she’d committed a federal crime.”

“She didn’t know who you guys were, right?”

“Nope. She told me I had ‘the vibe of a guy who points at maps for a living.’ Thought I was the local weatherman.”

Quinn smirked. “Yeah... she told me later she only said that because she could tell, you had a huge ego and didn’t want to feed it. Apparently, she thought you looked more like the kind of guy who could make some good money as a stripper.”

Jack blinked, then broke into a loud laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. She figured you out in under a minute.”

Jack leaned back with a proud grin. “What can I say? I make a strong first impression.”

“But she didn’t even know Luke played hockey professionally,” Quinn added, grabbing his beer and taking a long sip.

“Yeah. Thought it was just some weekend hobby or something. Y/N, said he didn’t seem like a pro athlete—apparently Lukey was too cute and dorky on their first date.”

Quinn shaked his head, a little bit more seriously. “I didn’t trust her at first. I thought she was lying.”

“None of you did,” Jack said, smirking. “I was the only one. Best brother, obviously.”

Quinn rolled his eyes. “Y/N is six years older, Jack. And their first date… was... not exactly slow-burn. It was suspicious.”

“Because you didn’t see them from the start,” Jack said, his voice shifting, a little quieter now. “They were like yin and yang, man. Like they’d just met, but they already fit. It was freaky—like, glowing-and-melting-into-each-other level chemistry. But they barely knew each other. I knew right then—this was it for Lukey.”

He shrugged and leaned back, arms folded behind his head, letting the warm breeze play through his hair.

Quinn’s face softened. “Yeah. I realized it too now. She knows everything about him. The way he hums when he brushes his teeth. That he re-watches Harry Potter movies when he’s sick. That he won’t eat banana desserts, but will crush an entire bunch of bananas like a feral raccoon.”

Jack snorted.

“And it goes both ways,” Quinn continued. “It’s kind of disturbing how well they know each other after such a short time. It’s like they skipped the awkward phase entirely.”

Down on the dock, Luke kissed your forehead gently, then spun you again, slower this time. The fireflies had come out—little gold sparks blinking at the edge of the grass as the sky shifted into indigo.

“And she just... fits,” Jack said, his tone softening. “She tolerates my sassy ass, and she handles your moody one. It’s like she was meant to be here with us. And you know, she makes sure I’m included. She cooks for us, always pulls me into whatever plans that two are planning. She’s not just here for Luke. She’s here for me too.”

​​Quinn raised an eyebrow. His brother wasn’t exactly known for sharing his feelings. This caught him a little bit off guard.

Jack let out a breath, still watching you and Luke on the dock. “Before Y/N, it was just me and Luke. We had our thing, you know? Living in the big city, playing on the same team, just relying on each other. We did everything together—hell, it was just us against the world. We built this bond, and I didn’t want it to change.”

Quinn nodded, understanding. Since moving to Vancouver, he’d seen how much closer Jack and Luke had grown. All three of them were tight, but those two had something different—a bond built on living and working side by side. Quinn didn’t resent it. He was glad they had each other, because playing in the NHL was tough. He knew how tough it was to move to a new city, far from home, and still be expected to thrive in such a competitive environment. It could get lonely fast. But Jack and Luke weren’t alone. They had each other. And that made it a little easier.

Jack rubbed a hand over his face, his voice a little quieter now. “I hated the thought of being the third wheel. I was afraid that with her around, I’d get left behind. I know, it sounds dumb now, but... I didn’t want to lose what we had. But she didn’t take anything away. If anything, she made everything feel more... whole. She made our place feel like home. Not just for Luke, but for me, too.”

Jack glanced at Quinn, a little guarded now, like he realized he might’ve said too much. "But don’t tell her I said any of this. We’ve already got enough eucalyptus candles to start our own spa, and I seriously can’t handle another one."

Quinn smirked but didn’t say anything. Jack paused, and for a second, Quinn caught something rare in his brother’s eyes—a flicker of emotion he rarely let slip. Jack cleared his throat quickly, like he could shake it off.

He wasn’t the emotional one. But seeing Luke like that—so happy, so in love—it hit different.

Click.

Jack turned, eyebrows raised. “Seriously? What now?”

Quinn lowered the camera, still grinning. “You had feelings. I figured I should document the event. Might be another decade before it happens.”

“Asshole...” Jack muttered, rolling his eyes. But then he smiled—soft, real. “You know, you were right last Christmas.”

Quinn looked confused. “About what?”

“That Mom’s always right,” Jack said, voice dropping just above a whisper. “Luke was always gonna be the first to get married.”

Quinn let out a quiet laugh, eyes drifting back toward the dock. “That woman’s got witchy powers, I swear. She just knew.”

The last of the sunlight spilled gold across the lake, soft and warm, like it didn’t want to let go. Down on the dock, Luke looked up, catching their gaze. He smiled—proud, in love, a little shy—and in that moment, both Jack and Quinn saw it clearly.That look said everything. It was love. It was growth. It was their little brother—no longer just a boy, but a man.

Wine and Wisdom

“I think that’s what love is. You accept them, flaws and all, because you know they’re worth it.”

It was supposed to be your week.

One last stretch of time before Luke left for the Olympics, before he disappeared into a whirlwind of press, team dinners, strategy meetings, and a level of focus that turned him into a brick wall in skates.

But instead of romantic goodbye dinners or soft movie nights, you were getting Sass Monster Hughes. Olympic Luke had officially entered the building—and he was stomping around like a storm cloud in a Team USA hoodie.

Which is exactly why you were now curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, FaceTiming with a woman who once made it very clear she didn’t like you.

Ellen Hughes answered on the second ring. She picked up with a slow sip of wine and a perfectly timed raised eyebrow. 

“He’s shut down, huh?”

You nodded, sinking deeper into the couch with your own glass. “He’s in full Olympic lockdown. I tried asking if he wanted to do anything tonight—movie, walk, food, literally anything—and he looked at me like I kicked a puppy.”

Ellen hummed knowingly. “Yep. That’s the zone. Doesn’t matter how many times they go through it, the first few days before they leave for a big tournament are always the worst. It’s like their brain shuts every door except the one labeled 'win'.

You rubbed your temple. “It just sucks. I know he loves me. I know he’s stressed. But it’s like I’m not even in the room half the time.”

Ellen gave you a look that wasn’t pity—it was understanding.

“You’re not doing anything wrong. He’s just in it.” She paused, thinking. “This is the part of being with a hockey player no one tells you about. The way they disappear into their own heads before something big.”

You nodded, letting that settle.

“So what do I do?” you asked, voice softer now. “I don’t want to push. But I also don’t want to spend our last night together staring at the wall.”

Ellen’s smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She took another sip, then set her glass down.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. You don’t chase him. You anchor him.”

You blinked. “Anchor?”

“Yeah. Don’t ask for a big romantic night or some emotional goodbye. That’ll make him feel guilty, and guilt makes him shut down more.”

She leaned in, a little conspiratorial now.

“What he needs is presence. Calm. Something solid that reminds him who he is outside the rink. You.”

Your throat tightened.

“So... just be normal?”

“Be you,” she said. “Put on a stupid show you both love. Order takeout from that place he always tries to pretend he doesn’t like. Sit on the couch like nothing's different. He’ll come to you when he’s ready.”

She paused, then added, with a smirk: “And when he does, don’t make it a big deal. Just let him lean in. Let him come back quietly.”

You nodded, more to yourself than to her. Something about the way she said it—gentle but steady—clicked.

It was so funny, really. Sitting here with Ellen, drinking wine, trading advice about how to love her baby boy through his weird little hockey shutdown. If someone had told you this would be your Tuesday night a year ago, you’d have laughed in their face.

But now, you couldn’t imagine not calling her.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

She waved it off, but her eyes were soft.

“You’ve got him—even when he gets like this. Just trust yourself. Trust the quiet. And if all things fails, bake him something sweet. If there’s one thing those boys can’t resist, it’s sugar.” She paused, then added with a grin, “And make sure it’s chocolate. Luke would even trade me for a lifetime supply of chocolate cake, and I wouldn’t even blame him.”

You laughed, a real laugh this time. “Noted.”

And just like that, the heaviness started to lift.

—

The night had dragged on in its quiet way. You had kept things light, just like Ellen suggested—no big expectations, no emotional pleas. You were just there, letting the minutes pass by, feeling the calm of your own space.

Luke, though, wasn’t calm. Not really. You could feel the unease radiating off him even when he sat in the kitchen or when he tried to act like he was doing something important. His nerves were eating him up.

You could hear him pacing, the shuffle of his feet as he moved through the apartment. He was lost in his thoughts.

You felt it. The quiet tension between you both. But you didn’t chase him. You just stayed where you were, trying to let him come to you when he was ready.

And after a while, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar figure standing in the doorway again, looking more… unsure than usual. His eyes were on the floor, his body stiff, as though he was fighting himself.

“I’ve been a dick tonight, huh?” Luke’s voice was quiet, almost sheepish.

You paused the TV, finally giving him the attention he needed. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. There was no anger, just… understanding. “You’re just stressed, Luke. I get it.”

He shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “No, it’s more than that. I’ve been a shit boyfriend.” He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration clear in his expression. “I’ve been so wrapped up in my head, I’ve barely even noticed you’re here. You deserve better than that.”

You felt a tug at your chest. He was doing it again—the self-flagellation that came with his guilt. “You’re nervous. You’re not yourself right now, and I get it. But you’re not a bad boyfriend, Luke. You are allowed to have bad days.”

But he wasn’t convinced. He took a small step forward, his hands stuffed awkwardly into his pockets. “Still, I should’ve been better. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you weren’t important just because I’m wrapped up in me.”

There was a long beat where neither of you spoke. His eyes flickered between yours, still unsure of himself. Then, in that quiet space, his tone softened, his shoulders visibly relaxing just a little. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. You don’t deserve that.”

You could feel the sincerity in his words. You smiled gently, the weight of the moment hitting you. “It’s okay, Luke. You don’t have to apologize. I know this is big for you. I just want to be here for you.”

Luke took another step closer, now standing right in front of you. His hands came out of his pockets, but he hesitated, unsure whether to reach for you or not.

Finally, after a long moment, he let out a small sigh and, with a little smirk, looked up at you. “I’m not good at this, you know. The whole… ‘talking about feelings before a big game’ thing.”

You chuckled softly, a small spark of warmth rising in your chest. “I’ve noticed.”

Luke laughed too, but it was nervous—like he didn’t quite know how to move forward. Then, in a rare moment of sweet, unguarded Luke Hughes, he cleared his throat and stepped a little closer.

“So… you’ll forgive me, right?” He was still half-joking, but the way his lips curled into that familiar shy smile made your heart beat just a little bit faster. “I’ll make it up to you… maybe with a date when I get back?”

You leaned back against the couch, pretending to deliberate for a moment, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’ve been kind of a pain in the ass, Luke. I might need more than just a date to forgive you.”

His eyes widened a little, and his mouth opened, as if ready to make some big, dramatic apology, but then you reached out, tapping him lightly on the arm.

“Kidding. I forgive you.”

His shoulders sagged in relief, and his grin was suddenly much more real. “You’re really not going to make me work for it, huh?” You held his gaze, calm and steady. “No. Because I get it.”

He blinked, still caught halfway between guilt and surprise.

“You’re under pressure,” you continued gently. “This is your first Olympics, Luke. The weight of the team, the media, the expectations—you’re carrying all of it, and I see that. Tonight wasn’t your best, but I’ve had my off days too, and you’ve always been there for me.”

He stayed quiet, but his hand brushed yours, tentative.

“This is what a relationship is. You show up when it’s hard. You hold space when the other person’s struggling. I’m not going to punish you for being human. You’ve never made me feel like I had to earn your love—even when I was a mess. So why would I make you?”

Luke’s brows pulled together, that emotional edge rising in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to shut you out.”

“I know,” you said softly. “That’s why I’m still here.”

A pause stretched between you, full of the kind of silence that feels safe. Then Luke reached out, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Thanks for not walking away,” he murmured, voice rough around the edges.

You gave his hand a squeeze. “Always. You don’t have to be perfect with me. You just have to be honest. We’ll figure the rest out together.”

And in that moment, something shifted. The pressure didn’t vanish, but he wasn’t carrying it alone anymore. You were in it together—and that was everything.

Pillow Fights and Scandalous Interruptions

“In your smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars.”

The living room was a cozy disaster — blankets everywhere, half-eaten snacks on the coffee table, and Uno cards flung across the floor like a tornado had swept through. You and Luke were curled up on the rug, both in sweats, both far too competitive for a game meant for children.

“Blue,” you said smugly, slapping down your card. You saw the twitch in his eye. Victory was close.

Luke stared at his hand, visibly offended. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

He held your gaze for a long second… and then, like a menace, played a red card.

You blinked. “Luke. That’s red. I played blue.”

He grinned, completely unbothered. “Nah, I think you played red. You’re probably just confused.”

“You little—” You lunged for a pillow and whipped it at him.

He caught it mid-air, smirking like the actual devil. “Hey, don’t hate the player.”

“You’re cheating.”

He gave a mock gasp. “Accusing a national treasure like me of cheating? I’m hurt.”

You pointed at his hand. “You just picked up a card!”

“Uno,” he said smoothly, holding up one smug finger.

“You are the worst.” You pouted, folding your arms.

Luke scooted closer, nudging your knee with his. “C’mon, I’m a professional athlete. Losing isn’t in my nature.”

“Letting your girlfriend win once wouldn’t kill you.”

He leaned in, voice low. “But you look so cute when you’re fake mad at me.”

You were definitely still mad. Sort of. Okay, maybe not at all.

“I’m revoking snack privileges,” you warned, poking his chest.

He gasped like you’d threatened his career. “That’s cruel and unusual.”

“Deserved.”

Luke tilted his head, the mischief in his eyes replaced with something softer as he brushed his fingers over your knee. “Guess I’ll have to find another way to earn forgiveness.”

Before you could say a word, he pulled you into his lap like it was second nature — strong arms wrapping around your waist, the warmth of his sweatshirt and skin making it impossible to stay flustered. He looked up at you, close now, his expression shifting.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “For being my safe place. Even when I’m annoying.”

You softened instantly, sliding your arms around his neck. “You’re not annoying. You’re just Luke.”

“And you’re just... magic,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “I missed this. You.”

Your breath caught, the space between you charged and humming. And then you closed the gap.

You kissed him—fierce and hungry—your lips crashing against Luke’s as you pressed yourself closer, straddling his thick frame. His body, honed from years on the ice, was solid beneath you—broad shoulders, muscular thighs, rough hands that held you with quiet command. You rocked your hips, grinding against him, and felt the hard length of him through his sweatpants, a low rumble escaping his chest as he deepened the kiss, tongue claiming yours.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your lips, voice low, steady, his hands gripping your waist to slow your movements just enough to keep you right where he wanted. His control was effortless, the kind that didn’t need words, just the weight of his touch. You rolled your hips again, testing, and his fingers tightened, holding you still for a moment, his brown curls falling messily over his forehead as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust.

You smirked and tugged at his hoodie. He didn’t hesitate, letting you pull it off, and your breath caught a little. He was solid—shoulders broad, chest cut with sharp muscle from years of training. Not bulky, just lean and strong in a way that made it hard to look away. Your eyes dropped to the two small scars on his chest. One sat just below his collarbone, a faded reminder of the time Jack nearly took him out with a skate back when you were kids. The other, newer, curved faintly over his ribs—earned in last year’s game against the Panthers. You brushed your fingers over both, your touch slowing without meaning to.

He watched you with that steady, unreadable look, saying nothing as your hands moved over him, tracing the heat and shape of him. Then his hands slid under your sweatshirt, rough palms gliding over your skin as he pushed it up and off. Your tank top followed, the straps slipping from your shoulders, and then his mouth was on you—warm, sure, lips closing over your nipple in a slow pull that had you gasping.

“Luke,” you breathed, fingers tangling in his brown curls, the strands soft and messy as you held him there. He hummed against your skin, tongue flicking, one hand splayed across your back to keep you close, the other guiding your hips to grind against him at his pace. You could feel him, hard and thick, the friction driving you wild.

You slid a hand down his abs, past the waistband of his sweatpants, and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly. He was heavy in your hand, and when you squeezed, his jaw clenched, a soft groan escaping as his hips shifted slightly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he said, voice rough but still steady, his hand catching your wrist to guide your strokes, showing you exactly how he wanted it.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Let me taste you,” you whispered, tugging at his sweatpants, eager to get them off. His eyes flickered with something dark and approving, and he let you slide down, his hands still on you, keeping you close as you started to work the fabric down his thighs.

Then the door burst open.

“OH MY ACTUAL GOD—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You yelped, snatching for the closest hoodie—Luke’s, of course—and dragged it over your chest with shaking hands. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, and your legs were very much still wrapped around your boyfriend.

Luke didn’t even flinch. He let out a long, tired sigh, like he’d just been asked to take the trash out during overtime.

Jack stood in the doorway, clutching a Gatorade like it was a weapon against sin. “Are you—” He gestured wildly. “—is this happening?! In the living room?! ON THE FLOOR?!”

Luke exhaled slowly like he’d been through this before. “You forgot to knock.”

“This is common space!” Jack cried. “This is shared air! And you’re—she’s—you’re both indecent!”

You groaned, hiding your face in Luke’s shoulder. “Jack, go away.”

But Jack wasn’t done. Not even close.

“You’re six years older than him!” he said, pointing at you like you were an ancient forest witch. “He was in middle school when you were graduating college. He had braces!”

Luke muttered, “I didn’t have braces. You had.”

“Whatever! You looked like someone who needed braces!”

You could feel Luke’s chest shaking with silent laughter under you.

Jack took a dramatic step back, clutching his Gatorade tighter. “This is a betrayal. A full-blown betrayal. I trusted you,” he said to you, eyes narrowed in mock devastation. “I loved you. I thought you were cool. Wise. Slightly scary, but like, in a hot babysitter way. Not in a ‘let me seduce your sweet, innocent, hockey-playing little brother on his living room floor’ way!”

“I didn’t seduce him,” you muttered into Luke’s shoulder.

“You didn’t need to! You’re older! That’s your superpower!”

Luke finally looked up, bored but amused. “You done?”

“No,” Jack said, walking backward toward the door like he was backing away from a crime scene. “I’m going to go scream into the void. Then I’m gonna call Mom. Then I’m burning this rug.”

“I thought you said it was your favourite rug,” Luke called after him.

“It was! Until you defiled it with your... hormones!” Jack cried, disappearing down the hall. “I need bleach. For my eyes. For my soul.”

The door slammed behind him.

Silence.

You let out a strangled sound against Luke’s neck. “I actually might die.”

Luke tilted his head and smiled lazily. “You were very hot in that whole panic moment.”

You smacked his chest. “You’re a baby, apparently. I’ve corrupted you.”

“Good,” he murmured, nuzzling your jaw. “Keep doing it.”

Right Where It Started

“There is no greater glory than the love of a man for his wife.”

The apartment smelled like garlic, rosemary, and something sweet—maybe that wine reduction he’d been fussing over all day. You pushed the door open and kicked off your shoes with a tired sigh.

You’d spent the entire day at a charity event with the other WAGs. And while it hadn’t been terrible, it was exhausting. Smiling nonstop for cameras, making polite conversation with women who weren’t all that kind behind closed doors—it wore on you.

But then you looked up.

There he was, standing in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred something on the stove. He was biting his bottom lip, completely focused, completely unbothered.

And just like that, the tension slipped from your shoulders.

That’s what Luke did to you. Always had.

“Hey,” you said, voice soft.

He turned, a boyish grin spreading across his face. That same grin he gave you 2 years ago, when he was just this charming, overconfident hockey kid asking for a shot. “Perfect timing. Go sit. I made your favorite.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s the occasion?”

Luke shrugged, casual. “You’ve had a long day. I missed you. I felt like spoiling my girl.”

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. That was just Luke—always showing up in quiet, thoughtful ways. Surprise takeout on your doorstep. Sticky notes tucked into your coat pocket. The night he drove four hours without a second thought, just to hold you while you cried.

He never asked for anything in return. He just loved you the way he knew how—steadily, wholeheartedly, without conditions.

He handed you a glass of wine and you let him pamper you, letting your guard down. Letting yourself feel safe. Loved.

Dinner was perfect. The pasta was creamy and rich, the salad actually crisp (a miracle when he was in charge), and the dessert—chocolate lava cake—almost made you cry. But it was the way he looked at you that made your heart ache in the best way possible. Like you were his entire world. Like he still couldn’t believe you were his.

You leaned back, full and warm. “You’re really trying to outdo yourself tonight.”

Luke smirked, his fingers fiddling with something under the table before he stood. “I’ve been planning this for a while.”

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Planning what?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved toward the light switch, dimming the lights and lighting a few candles along the counter. A soft amber glow filled the room, casting long shadows on the walls and making the space feel cozy, intimate. The kitchen, usually filled with the hustle and bustle of cooking, now felt like a sanctuary. The scents of fresh herbs, wine, and the lingering sweetness of dessert mixed in the air. It was as though the world outside this room no longer existed.

Luke reached for the speaker, pressing play. The soft strum of guitar filled the space, and the familiar sound of Zach Bryan’s Sun to Me began to play.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. That song. The one he'd sent when you were apart because of his tight NHL schedule, telling you it reminded him of you. “Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you.”

And that was Luke. He’d always done that for you.

He looked at you, his eyes soft yet playful. “This song… it still reminds me of you.”

A smile tugged at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest. “I know,” you replied quietly. “You’ve told me before.”

He stepped closer, his hand outstretched. “Come here.”

You paused for a moment before he gently helped you to your feet. It felt natural, like the two of you had been waiting for this moment. He pulled you into his arms, the music surrounding you.

His hands rested on your waist as he moved with you to the rhythm of the song. “Yeah, but I’ll never stop saying it. Because it’s true. You’ve always been the one to grow flowers in me, Y/N. Even when I was at my lowest, when I didn’t believe in myself, you did. You never let me fall apart. You always saw the good in me, even when I couldn’t see it.”

A quiet silence settled between you as he pulled you even closer. His fingers traced the curve of your spine, sending a shiver down your back. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The soft glow from the candles bathed the two of you in a golden light. The quiet hum of the song filled the room, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

You closed your eyes, letting the music wash over you. As the chorus played, you caught the lyrics again—“Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you.”

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you whispered, “You’ve always been that for me, too.”

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “I think that’s why I love this song so much. It’s like a reminder of us… of what we’ve built together.”

Your heart swelled as you smiled up at him. “Yeah, we’ve built a beautiful life together, haven’t we? I cherish the love we have, Luke. We really know how to support each other without losing ourselves in it.”

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “Yes, we do. And you don’t know how grateful I am for you always being by my side—believing in me, loving me the way you do.”

You chuckled, resting your head back on his chest, inhaling deeply. His scent was soft and earthy, with a touch of sweetness. It was the kind of scent that wrapped around you like a gentle embrace, like home.

“I always believed in you, Lukey. And you make it so easy to do that.”

“Always,” he echoed softly, his voice filled with quiet conviction. Then, a playful glint danced in his eyes as he pulled you even closer. “I love you so damn much, you know that?”

You nodded, your heart full as you placed your hand gently on his chest. “I love you more.”

He grinned, but his expression shifted, becoming more serious. The weight of the moment settled between you both, the warmth of the kitchen and the intimacy of the dance making everything feel timeless. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving my love for you Y/N. I promise you that.”

Before you could respond, he stepped back, his gaze locking onto yours with such intensity that you felt it in your bones. You blinked, confused, and then he dropped to one knee.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Luke…”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. You gasped before he even opened it—because you knew that box. You’d seen it before. Years ago. After a sad day. When you almost walked away because the pressure got too much. And he’d stopped you, handed you that little box and just said,“I bought this after our first date.”

He opened it. The ring inside was simple, yet breathtaking, glowing softly in the warm light. It was the same ring he had shown you that day—back when you doubted whether you were enough for him.

You remembered how he had pulled you into his arms, his voice calm and unwavering as he promised that one day, he would marry you.

“You’ve been my everything since day one, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “People said we wouldn’t make it. They said I was too young, that it’d never work. But you… you never let go of me. You showed me what real love is. You made me want to be better, to fight for this. To fight for us.”

He smiled—soft and sure, like he was holding every moment you’d shared right there in his chest.

“You’ve stood by me through everything—the pressure, the ups and downs of hockey. When it made me bitter, when it made me ugly… you were always there, patient, understanding. You helped me remember who I am beyond the game, and you never gave up on me, even when the world made it hard.”

He paused, eyes locked with yours, full of emotion.

“I promised you back then that I’d marry you someday. And now, in the same place where I first asked you to take a chance on me…I’m asking you to make me the luckiest man alive. Will you marry me and spend forever with me?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you choked out a laugh.

“Ohh Lukey….”

He grinned.

“Is that a yes, or…?”

“Of course I’ll marry you, Luke,” you whispered, your heart swelling with emotion. Gently, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing across his cheekbones as you caressed him softly. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, and he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the palm of your hand.

“I’m so grateful you never gave up on me, that you pushed me to take a chance on us, even when I hesitated. All those fears I had? They were nothing compared to the love and strength you’ve shown me. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Luke Hughes. I’m so lucky to be yours.”

And just like that, the boy who once asked you to see past his age became the man you’d spend forever with.

[yan-randomfandom]

HIIIIIIII I love your writing alot!!!! Soo, I wanna request something:3

Maybe a Yandere Stanford Pines x GN reader who only saw him as a close friend? They became friends when they were still in high-school up to this day! (Yes, reader did sort of wait 30 years for Ford and never forgot about him)

Maybe just Stanford obsessing over Reader romantically, and Reader just think him as the greatest best-friend ever!!

I LOVE ONE SIDED PINNING OKAY????

Stanford Pines x GN!Reader

UM UH,,, IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON— and it's something I'm not even proud of 😭😭

context btw; reader doesn't know about weirdmaggedon or fake death or entire lore, they dont tell them anything uhhh idk anymore

You took the bus to Gravity Falls! Stanley reached out to you after decades of not having contact. It was a bit sudden, but there's no way you're going to ignore his call.

Stanley Pines was the first man you saw when the Mystery Shack's door opened. Wrinkly, exhausted widened eyes looked at you in silence. He looked unprepared... kind of crusty musty... and very unhygienic.

"You look disgusting! I'm gonna hug you anyway!" you beamed, pulling him in for a big hug. Unwillingly, a strong whiff of his scent hits your nose. "You stink too! You haven't changed a bit, Stanley."

"Glad to know ya missed me," he laughed, giving you an affectionate noogie.

When Stan finally let you go, you looked up to see Ford. He stood in front of you, speechless as he stared into your eyes.

"...Ford," you grinned, walking towards him. In curiosity, you placed your palms on both his cheeks. He seemed to relax with your touch. "You changed a lot."

Your eyes, while they've wrinkled, are as warm as the day he last saw them. He smiled back, his large hand covering one of yours. Your smile widened when you saw his fingers. "And you aged beautifully."

Poetic as always! A laugh bubbled up your throat as you wrapped your arms around him.

He quickly returned the gesture, burying his face into your neck. He missed this. He missed you.

Your warmth didn't change. Fascinating.

"I missed you, man! How come you're such a silver fox now? Good for you!"

"I still have no idea what a silver fox is," he chuckled, already longing for you the second you pulled away from him.

Ford merely stood there for a few moments before he grimaced. Damn it. He still likes you, doesn't he?

It's been more than thirty years already. He thought he would have moved on, especially after the whole weirdmaggedon thing. Why would Stanley ever get the idea of calling you back here??

All of you now sat at the table with you in between the Pines twins. Mabel wore an apron, sophisticatedly offering you tea. The sweetheart made the recipe herself!

"So, how have you been doing these days?" Ford asked, resting his cheek on his palm. Every passing second with you, he gets reminded more and more of why he used to like you.

You are, after all, the first and only person to not call him any sort of names because of his hands.

"Oh, I mean, I've been financially doing well, and it's been a bit difficult to settle down with a partner... but," you blushed. "I think I finally found the one."

Ford coughed out violently, pounding a fist against his chest. He really shouldn't be surprised. He really shouldn't! You're bound to have found someone!

Get a grip. Fourty. Years.

...He truly had missed out on this dimension for such a long time.

...

The sky is dark. Dipper told you about the roof spot at the shack, and now you're here, thinking about life.

"Dipper said you'd be here," a voice murmured. You looked up and saw Ford walking up to you. Chuckling, you offered him a non-alcoholic drink.

"How many days will you be staying here again?" Ford asked as he sat next to you, sparing a small space between.

"A week at most," you shrugged, kicking your legs at the edge. Ford simply stared at you.

"I guess it'll be forever before we see you again, huh?" he mumbled.

You turned to him with a smile. "Of course not. You guys are invited to my wedding."

... Wedding.

A small huff left your lips. "We're so old now. I still remember being in high school and grouping up with you and Stan for a trio. Good times."

Ford continued staring at you.

"You guys are my best friends. Probably not now, I mean, been decades since we last talked. That reminds me, what made you call—"

Ford suddenly interrupted you with a hug.

"Woah, Fordsy, you miss me that much?" you laughed, hugging him back.

Don't call him that. His arms around you tightened.

You simply let him hug you.

It was such a long one.

And it only grew tighter by the second.

Like he never wanted to let you go again.

but his aim is getting better 🗣️

i love your idea so much btw, i too am a fan of one-sided pining.... the desperation yk.. I THINK I JUST SUCK AT WRITING FOR THAT WHAT 😟 (says the yandere blog)

[acotarxreader]

Tell me to Stop

Reader x Azriel

Synopsis: You and Azriel ended in a messy breakup and now he's desperate to distract himself with anyone else, that anyone being Elaine. Elaine quickly takes control of Azriel's whole life, forbidding him from seeing you, but can you two really stay apart forever?

Warnings: Elaine being crazy and mean (to my Irish followers, shes a class One wagon in this fic), high angst, smut, silly Cassian and Rhysand.

Note: Hello! Extremely long time no chat! I am currently writing on the most depressing thesis topic you can think of and so I decided to write this fic and take a break from "serious" writing. Let me know what you guys think! I'm very rusty at writing (especially writing smut lol) so please forgive me!

ALSO HOLY HELL THERES OVER 700 OF YOU!!!

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“Az, do we have to do this every day?”

“Only until you say yes, YNN” Azriel grinned into his whisky tumbler as Cassian rolled his eyes at the same old dance he witnessed every night. 

“Az, give it a break, you're sounding desperate” Cassian smirked at his best friend's near-daily ritual, sliding onto a barstool next to him. You stood on the other side of the bar, polishing glasses with a small rag, Rita's electric around you.

“I'm just looking for another chance, is all.” Azriel did his best sad puppy dog face, and you swatted it away playfully with the cloth.

“Azriel, one of these days I'm gonna roll my eyes so hard at you I'm gonna go blind” You gently patted his shoulder, smilingly, before moving down the bar to take another customer's drink order. Azriel kept his eyes on you the whole time, watching your interaction with male patrons closely, only Cassian's voice snapping him from his study.

“You’re gonna hate me for saying this to you, again, but you've worked so hard to get back to this place, Az, are you sure you want to risk losing it all again?”

“Cass, I just know we're supposed to be more, but maybe you’re right, maybe it's time to just call it” Azriel watched your outline drift into the sea of patrons as you moved from behind the bar with a tray of drinks. You had known one another for over three centuries, as complicated as those years were. Partners in crime with a healthy dose of one-sided outward pining but mutual feelings. The two of you had dated before, but it crashed and burned almost fifty years ago, around the time when Rhysand was stolen. 

Azriel scanned the room, his gaze landing on Elaine as she laughed with the other members of his beloved family. Cassian followed the look, and it didn’t take a mind reader to know exactly what Azriel was thinking. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that, Cass?”

“I know that look, that's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and pretend it's YN because that's who I really want but can't have, look”

“Sounds like it needs a rebrand” Azriel chuckled in return before pushing off the bar and strolling over to reacquaint himself with the Archeron sister, who did very little to hide her affection for him. Cassain just shook his head at the scene before turning back to the bar top to watch you return, apron and wine glass in hand.

“Finished for the night YNN?”

“Yeah, right on time to watch that trainwreck” You plastered a smile across your face that didn't quite reach your eyes as you took a deep drink from your glass and threw the apron around the other side of the bar. Elaine cuddled in closer to Azriel, a stray hand finding a home on his thigh as his arm rested on the back of the booth behind her. You quietly simmered with rage as she batted her eyelashes at him, and he did nothing to stop her advances.

“I know you want him back and you're scared what happened…will happen again” he said somewhat sheepishly.

“Wow, Cassian, I didn’t realise you were studying to become a mind reader” you laughed with Cassian before an idea entered your head. You tore your eyes from the booth and landed them on Lucien Vanserra, back fresh from another disastrous trip to Spring, nursing a drink at the tail end of the bar. 

“Oh god, not that look” Cassian once again was disappointingly shaking his head. 

“What?”

“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and distract myself from the deep unresolved feelings I have towards Azriel, look” he took the fresh drink you offered him as you finished your own before replacing it.

“A rebrand should be considered” he laughed at you and your similarities to Azriel before dragging a hand down his face in mild annoyance at your mirrored ignorance with his brother. When he looked back, you were already gone, he released a breath that sounded a lot like here we go before heading back to his friends at the booth. 

It didn’t take long for Azriel to spot you and Lucien looking extremely close, your knee between his two as you both sat together laughing in your own little world. While you would admit that initial you sat with the Prince of Foxes to piss off the Prince of Shadows, you were enjoying Luciens company for what it was. The night was starting to become a very drunk mess, and you were only delighted not to be on the closing shift and instead very much part of the chaos. 

You dragged Lucien to the dance floor, twirling under the technicolour light as the whiskey hit you like the flicks of light from the disco ball. You felt Lucien’s strong hands stroke up the length of your sides, his tipsy demeanour fighting to steady you both. This was short-lived as suddenly Lucien’s whole world went horizontal. 

“Azriel!” Cassian and Rhysand leapt out of the booth, bolting to their brother as he drunkenly pinned the son of Autumn to the sticky dancefloor. Your head started to uncomfortably swirl from the alcohol as you looked down at the two brawling males. You rolled your heavy eyes, stepping over their legs and heading for the door. 

You made it about halfway down the street on tired legs before Azriel jogged to meet your stride.

“YNN, where are you going!?” 

“Away from you!” You half shouted back to his raised tone, dragging your fallen hair from your face before attempting to push past him, failing miserably as he took a drunken but gentle hold of your wrist.

“Leave me go Az!” “When are you just going to stop pretending that you don’t still have feelings for me!?” his almost untamable eyes searched yours for answers, wishing the next words that left you fell on deaf ears.

“When are you going to stop pretending you didn’t hurt me!?” You snatched back your wrist harshly from him, despite him giving it to you willingly, the second you gave the indication to be let go. You left out a deep, exasperated breath before storming past him again. 

“YNN, that was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake, she didn't mean anything to me-” his small voice was swallowed again by your sharp tone as you whipped around again to face him.

“-Then why'd you do it!?” The street lights cut through the night as you bit back alcohol induced tears.

“I-I we just lost Rhysand and we-we had that big fight and I thought I lost you too and I-” “-Azriel! Are you okay!?” Elaine’s worried voice cut across the explanation you had heard a million times, your shoulders sinking at the sound. He half turned to her as she approached the scene slowly. 

“Elaine, can you give us a minute? YN and I were just-” he turned back to gesture to you, but you had already gone. 

-

It became an almost silent pact between you and Azriel to not talk about that night again; any time he entered the bar during one of your shifts, he’d leave again. Things were hauntingly familiar to when you broke up originally. Work began to consume half of his life, the other half was engulfed by Elaine. With his two best friends mated to her sisters, it felt like a natural progression to seek the same in Elaine, to no fruition. Yet, Azriel told himself, the bond hadn’t snapped yet, but it had to, right? 

When not at work, you found odd comfort in Feyre, her hopeful determination for a better future, nurturing something in you you thought you lost. As for Lucien, he seemed much to entangled in his messy work life for anything to blossom there, and so you two went back to a pleasant acquaintance; the same could not be said for him and Azriel. This very thought entered your head as you watched the two males avoid one another at Feyre’s birthday dinner in the House of Wind. You sat across from Rhysand at the long dinner table, Feyre lightly touching your hand before she sat down at the top of the table, the other guests only beginning to take their seats. 

You examined the splendour of the table setting in front of you, a reminder you were still a different pay grade to the fae you frequently brushed elbows with. Heat radiated to the crown of your head, as you lifted to watch Elaine, almost bore holes into with her scrutinising gaze. Clearly, Feyre had forgotten to mention to her dear sister all aspects of the guest list.

You looked briefly at Azriel, dressed in a suit he definitely did not pick out himself, its pastel colour complementing Elaine's dress but washing him out entirely. His hair was slicked in a way you knew that bothered him, but that's not what set your blood boiling. Azriel finally sat, almost directly across from you, your eyes snagging on his hands as they reached for the filled wine glass. Gloves. He was wearing gloves. You looked from them to right into his eyes, accidentally catching him watching you. He seemed to plead with his eyes for you not to make a scene before giving you his attempt at a reassuring smile, it not reaching his eyes. Your shared look was torn apart as Elaine caught his chin, dragging his attention back to her words. You decided then to get pissed drunk, the only way you were making it through this night without ripping Elaines clips from her skull.

The dinner was a beautiful feast, the after-dinner drinks even nicer as you all sat around the table regaling stories of your youth, the Archeron sisters eager to hear. 

“And what about you YN? Where do you come from?” The table suddenly quieted as Elaine addressed you for the first time directly, her arm possessively linked through Azriel’s across the table from you. 

“Velaris, lived here my whole little life” You gave her a soft smile, she didn’t return.

“And you work in Rita's? That’s all you do, a bit pitiful, no?”

“Actually, YNN grandmother owns Rita’s, she keeps us well-sated” Mor came to your rescue, reading between the lines of Elaine's somewhat pointed question. 

“If by that you mean she keeps us rip roaring drunk” Cassian laughed loudly, raising a glass to you as you beamed at him. 

“Oh do you remember that t-time Cass, that we drank their taps dry!” Rhysand bellowed from the top of the table, Cassian laughing loudly in return.

“Yeah! YNN left the bar top unattended for what, like, 30 minutes? And-and we gods, practically just drank straight from the tap!” the group laughed at the story.

“YN, that's so irresponsible of you!” Feyre fake scolded you, smiling towards you with laughter borne tears in her eyes. 

“Well her and Azriel were busy fucking in the stock room, I didn’t even think you could last 30 minutes Az! We were getting dehydrated waiting!” Cassian's booming laugh covered the table as you covered your smirking face with your palm, sinking slightly into the chair. When you removed it, you looked at Azriel scold a hysterically drunk Cassain across the table, Elaine's heated stare once again prickling your skin. 

“That was a long time ago” You laughed lightly, desperate to change the subject. 

“Oh! What about his birthday weekend when Azriel thought he’d dislocated his hip from your escape to the cabin! Oh Gods, the shameful look Madja gave him!” An equally drunk Rhysand joined the pile on, the maroon in your cheeks heating as the group laughed. A sudden sharp scrape of wood on slate silenced the table as Elaine stood, glaring between Azriel and you before storming away, Azriel hot on her heels. 

“Gods, good thing I didn’t mention the time in the war camp-” “Okay! That’s enough stories!” Mor came to your rescue again, but your eyes stayed focused on the door Azriel had just run through. You looked around the table of faces, then as they all examined you as if you were a wounded deer, before you stood to follow the storming couple. 

“THAT WAS UNACCEPTABLE, AZRIEL! DISGUSTING!” You heard Elaine shouting before you saw them. You stayed back in the shadow of a tall supporting pillar, watching the two at the end of the hallway, unable to tear yourself away from the sight of them.

“Elaine, c’mon like YNN said, it was years ago!”

“Stop calling her that name! You should have no warmth towards that serving wench!” “Elaine, stop, you’re not being fair! She’s been our friend for years!” Azriel raised his arms to stop Elaine from storming away, corralling her at the end of the hall. 

“No! She was your fuck buddy and its unacceptable that she’s still in your life!” You pressed your back into the cold stone wall, doing absolutely everything in your power to not spring off the stone and clober her, how dare she boil your relationship with Azriel down to just that. Unless that’s all Azriel had led her to believe that it was? 

“Stop, stop speaking about her like that, please!” Azriel took a slightly sharper tone, but it was still nothing to the level you felt she deserved. You suddenly felt the cool, familiar caress of Azriel’s shadows swirling around your ankles, they almost began to leap in recognition. You shushed them, softly scolding them, but they remained. 

“You need to stop seeing her” Elaine finally said after a moment or two of silence.

“Wh-what?”

“Azriel, we have the chance to be everything, I’m asking you to stay away from that bar slut if you ever want everything to come through!” She practically bit out, her hands in fists at her sides. You exhaled sharply, finally having had enough as you attempted to spring from the wall, Azriel’s shadows keeping you in place. You heard Azriel release a defeated breath. 

“F-fine” he said so softly you thought you misheard it entirely. Elaine beamed brightly again, delighted to have owned the protest. She squeezed Azriel’s arm before bouncing back down the hallway to the dinner, so lost in her success, she didn’t spot you quietly boiling in the shadow. 

You emerged from the shade as soon as the door to the dining room latched closed. You watch Azriel at the end of the hallway, head hung in shame. 

“Fuck buddy huh?” You almost whispered, leaning one shoulder on the pillar you once hid behind, your voice giving Azriel a small fright. 

“You-you heard that?” He sank his hands into his pockets, doing his best not to remind you of the itchy gloves that dawned on them. 

“It’s okay Az, you don’t need to say anything…after all that’s happened I still just want you to be happy and-and that girl in that dress shaped like a pastry could be it” You said with a weak smile, Azriel closing in to you as you pushed back from the pillar.

“I don’t want to lose you YNN” “Your girlfriend said stop calling me that” You whispered, stepping back to put air between the shrinking space. Azriel’s head dipped for a second before looking back at you. 

“Azriel! C’mon!” the two of you heard Elaine’s voice through the heavy door, your cue to exit. 

“I don’t want any more hurt or fighting between us Az, I want this to be easy for you, I want you to be so stupidly fucking happy and this could be it…tell Feyre I’ll speak to her during the week, bye Az” You every so lightly brushed a soft kiss on his cheek before stepping away from him and into the depths of the castle. 

—---

“Maybe we could ship her off to sea?” “I don’t think Feyre would appreciate that, Cass” Rhysand laughed as he looked through the forgotten files of the House of Wind library.  The brothers frequently found Azriel and Elaine's relationship to be the topic of conversation lately. It had been 2 months since Feyre’s birthday, and their hope for Azriel returning to his normal self was dying out. In the months since, the Spymaster was losing his spark, instead replacing it with seesawing between unbridled rage and deepest depression, everyone but Elaine worried sick. 

“What are you two doing down here?” Azriel’s voice gave his two brothers a small shock, Cassian dropped the file he clutched. 

“We’re trying to clear through some space, Nesta wants a sex room” A file flew past Rhysand's head at his comments.

“No..we already have one of those, this is for her books” Cassian defended proudly. 

“Books filled with sex, same difference” Rhysand laughed, a smile grew slightly on Azriel’s mouth before it sank away again. He then quietly began helping his brothers go through the files. 

“Wh-what’s this, is this what I think it is?” Cassian held up a tattered shred of paper, long family lines scrawled across, black blotches inking out the portraits of the names beneath them. 

“Is that..Holy Shit! Az, this is your family tree! Your family's birth records!” Rhysand snatched the file from Cassian to inspect and find the best news he could for his brother. Azriel had all but given up on finding any family from his mother's side, settling that in his mind but this, this could lead to a whole new world for him. Azriel took the folder carefully and then almost frantically devoured the information within. 

“Fucking hell! This-this is insane, I have to go tell YNN-oh wait” The action died in his movements, Cassian and Rhysand looking sympathetically at their brother. 

“Az… you should be allowed to talk to who you want… especially YNN, she was your best friend”

“Ahem!” “Leave it Cass” Rhysand shoved the General playfully, Azriel’s eyes still fixed on the folder. 

“I-I can’t deal with this right now” “Az wait-” it was too late, the Spymaster sank into shadow. 

-

Azriel materialised onto the Velarian streets. He found himself walking down the cobbled road to clear his head, anything to absorb the information he had just gotten. It was great news, he was so excited and yet had no one to share it with, not really anyway. His friends would be so supportive and thrilled for him, but he knew no one would come close to how ecstatic you would be. The sound of a familiar laugh snapped him out of his thoughts, where he then saw Elaine laughing as she and Nesta strolled up the street towards him. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but maybe he just wasn’t ready for her to shoot holes in his hopes just yet. He quickly ducked into the next building he could to avoid her.

 

“We’re closed!” You called from a crouched position behind the bar as you restocked the lower shelves, the scrape of a stool sending you upright. 

“I said we’re clos- oh, Az…you probably shouldn’t be here, Elain wouldn’t like it-” You slowly put down the stock you held, happy the bar kept space between you as you examined the Shadowsinger's wild eyes. “-Hey are you-are you okay Az?” You found yourself rushing to step out from behind the bar as Azriel looked like the weight of the world might crush him to death. Your soft hands braced his shoulders. 

“Az, tell me, what’s wrong?” he finally looked into your eyes, a true smile painting his face for the first time in months, settling the anxiety in your throat. 

“We found my family tree, my lineage, written down at the bottom of some rotten box in the depths of the library… YNN I have a family” His eyes began to glisten with the hopeful words he shared with you. 

“Oh my Gods, Azriel! That’s amazing!” You couldn’t help yourself then; you pulled him into you, his heavy arms swaddling you deeply in a hug. You felt his smile against your hair as he breathed in your scent, your face buried in his chest. You both stood there for comfortable moments, swaddled in familiarity. 

“You should go get them! Show me, I want to see, we gotta plan your trip to meet them! Just like we always hoped to do together someday” You pulled back, begging your eyes to not leave the threatening tear fall down your face. 

“Y-yeah, we should, we should do that” Azriel gave you a sad smile, and for once, he decided to ignore the Elaine of it all and just do what he wanted, and this was it. 

“I’m not opening here for another hour so, go go get them!” You laughed lightly, wiping the stray happy tear from your cheek as he stepped back. He then nodded happily before running out the door back to the street. You watched, hands on your hips with the biggest smile in the world, as he dashed up the street, forgetting he could just winnow there in all his excitement. 

Azriel, in his exhilaration, wasn’t entirely watching where he was going, crashing into the back of Elaine as she said goodbye to Nesta, who stayed in the cafe. 

“Oh sweetie! What's the rush!” She laughed, gripping his shoulders to hold them both upright. 

“I-I found my family tree! I’m going to meet my family!” He beamed, and she returned the smile, pulling him into a hug. 

“Az, that’s great that's-” she took a deep inhale, your scent clinging to the fabric of his jacket “-why-why do you smell like…like her”

“Oh, I-I it-it must have happened when she hugged me, I told her the news, isn’t it great I’m going to have real relatives!” His smile was stolen from him as a recognisable glare grew across her face. 

“You told her before you told me!” Elaine put icy distance between them, disgust now spewn across her face. Azriel had had enough. 

“That’s not the point, Elaine, I didn’t mean to tell her before you… It just happened that way! C’mon, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that I have a living fam-” “No. What matters is that you went and saw that beer-slinging bitch after I explicable forbade it!” She barked, drawing some sideways glances from passersby, heat rising to the back of Azriel’s neck. 

“Stop. Stop talking about her like that! It’s time to get over that, Elaine. I need YNN in my life, I miss her, and that doesn’t need to mean anything more than that, okay! We’ve talked about finding my family for decades, this is important to both of us! Can’t you just put aside these feelings and support me, be happy for me” He searched her eyes for any glimpse of the female he once thought she was before becoming entangled with her. It now clear she never existed. 

“No.” 

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You swiped a rag across a mahogany table across from the bar, humming with elation at Azriel’s news, alone in the bar until opening, the creak of the door hinges dragging you from your cleaning. Azriel stood in the doorway in all the shadowy glory he was known for. The Spymaster practically took two steps at a time as he closed the distance between you, snatching the rag from you and throwing it any which way. 

“Az, what the fuck?” You laughed in confusion, Azriel’s eyes examining the movement ever so carefully. 

“Tell me stop” You stopped laughing at his almost stony words, raising an eyebrow to him as his gloved hand touched your side beneath your t-shirt, pulling you gently into his heat. 

“Tell me to stop” he repeated cautiously, and you found yourself shaking your head no as you looked into his hazel eyes, which seemed almost lit with fear, before he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. It had been almost 52 years since you two had kissed, all of that time shrinking into nothing; it was as if no time had passed at all. 

“Tell me to stop, tell me you still hate me” he rasped out between frantic kisses. 

“I never hated you Az, and I am never going to tell you to stop this” You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands burying into your waist as if afraid you’d dissolve without his touch. You looked down then, still seeing the cloth on his digits. You stepped back briefly, cold rattling through his bones. 

“I can’t believe she’d want this” You pulled off his gloves, his skin irritated from the scratchy wool he rarely took off. 

“It doesn’t matter what she wants, we’re over, we never should have started. I’ve only ever wanted you and 50 years ago, when I stupidly, drunkenly gave into the anger I felt towards the world for losing Rhysand and icing you out and shouting at you when you were only trying to help and letting that stupid fucking nobody kiss me all I still wanted was you. I’ll never not be sorry and I want you to tell me to stop so that we can find our way back to friends” His words sank into your skin as you realised you never really were as angry at him as you let on, you were angry at yourself for not trusting that he was sorry from the beginning, sorry for sacrificing all those years together to stay on the lonely high horse you’d isolated yourself with. 

“Is that all you want from me, to be friends?” You tried your best not to let the heartbreak rattle out through your voice.

“YNN, I want all of you, in any and all sense, in whatever way you’ll allow me” A gasping breath left you the moment his now bare hands grabbed your hips again, with your arms returning to around his neck. Azriel carefully backed the two of you up until you were pressed into the wall adjacent to the long forgotten booth you were cleaning. His hands slid down from your hips to cup your ass as he bent down slightly to get a better grip, lifting you from the ground until your back was flush with the wall. Your hands clutch the material of his shirt, afraid to let go of him and the movement. 

Briefly, his hand left your side, your legs gripping him tighter as he sent the searching hand outward for the door handle he knew had to be somewhere. Success. The door of the stock room opened with a creak, Azriel separating from your mouth to bury himself in your neck while he carried you into the room. You let out a whimper at the feeling of his teeth marbling your neck, marking you as his.

“I missed that fucking sound so much” he said against your heated skin.

“You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life” You laughed breathlessly, running your hands from his shoulders to his hair, scruffing away that awful gelled hairstyle you knew he hated.

“I should be so lucky” He claimed the spot until dapples decorated your skin, the feeling of him hard against you was driving you crazy quickly and he damn well knew it. He dropped you gently down on top of a hip-high crate of wine. Cool air flushed against your chest as you separated his eyes had turned lustful, your hand reaching and grazing his bulge, gaining a slight groan from him.

“Azriel” you couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling of him beneath the fabric, it nearly sending him over the edge at the sound. He quickly yanked his shirt from over his head in one swift movement before pulling your trousers from you, leaving you bare on the table before him. His hand traced up your torso as you watched the painfully slow movements until he sank to his knees at the edge of the crate. You leaned up on your elbows, your legs dangling over the edge of the box, before he tucked his hands beneath your knees, gently forcing a bend in them before they fell open to the side, where you swear you saw the Illyrain drool before you. You were close to begging him to touch you, and as if he heard your thought, he immediately applied pressure to you with his hand, your pulse nearly hitting the roof, the feeling of his rough but delicate fingers entering you, massaging you as they slide to your core. You couldn’t help but dig your nails into his bare shoulders, riding his thrusting fingers as he groans at the sight. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful YN, show me what I’ve been missing” The moan was trapped in your throat as he shot up, connecting again with your lips in ferocious desperate need for you, sending you crashing over in insurmountable pleasure. He couldn’t tear his hazel eyes from the storms of gratification swirling in yours. 

Your legs shook as you edged closer again to the edge of the crate, your hand finding the buckle of Azriel’s belt, the beautiful thud from the sound of his trousers hitting the floor filling the cupboard, along with your shallow breathing. You nearly went over the edge again at the feeling of him free in your hands. Azriel practically snatched you from the make-shift counter, back into his strong arms, your legs tangling around him again, he backed you against the wall across from the door, stepping over fallen stock from the surrounding shelves.

Azriel slowly inched into you, allowing you to adjust to the massive length of him, your nails digging into his shoulders in the glorious pain you missed with every cell in your body. Azriel raised a hand above your head to support himself, his other hand wrapped around your waist with a serpent-like grip before he began to rock back and forth with unbridled power. Your nails raked up his back at the growing speed, your growing moans spurring him on. Azriels wings splayed out to balance himself, your hand found itself tracing gently the spines, sending gratifying shivers down Azriels back. 

“Mine, fucking all mine” was all he could manage through rasping breath but it was enough, enough to send the tightening band in your abdomen to its absolute limits. It’s overwhelming, all-encompassing, and it's Azriel, the full picture of what was happening, sending you bolting towards your second release. You forced your eyes open just in time to witness Azriel unravel and burst with what could only be described as a primal roar, filling you to your limits. 

Azriel pressed his forehead into yours, you both breathing in one another's shallow breaths, shaking with the power of the events that just happened. Azriel managed to straighten his strained and weary legs enough to gently drop you back to your own feet. 

“I-I didn’t even get my top off” You found yourself laughing breathlessly, Azriel joining.

“There’ll be time for that-” he looked at you, practically glowing at him “-and thank fuck for that” he chuckled, retriving your trousers for you to slip into as he did the same. You took your time getting dressed again together, neither able to stop laughing at the brilliant absurdity of the day. 

“Well, hello there” Cassain's voice caught you and Azriel off guard as you stumbled out of the supply cupboard. You looked at the jug in his hand he held over the width of the bar, Rhysand on the other side with his head practically under the tap. 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You said, hands on your hips, at the two Illyrians who looked like they were caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“We should say the same to you” Cassian quickly quipped, gesturing to your hand in Azriels, neither of you realising you had done that. 

“Will you be giving Lucien a turn in the store cupboard?” Cassian laughed at Rhysand, and you swear you heard a growl from the Spymaster. 

“The two of you better have your wallets with you!” “Is that what you said to Az before you brought him in there? What's the going rate at this bar turned brothel?” 

“Shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes at Cassians joking turn, moving to shoo him away as you stepped behind the bar to Rhysand. The two of you laughed as you fought for control of the tap, Azriel sitting at the bar top alongside Cassian. 

“I know that look” Cassain smiled at his long-time best friend as Rhysand passed him a pint while you scowled him for the mess he had made of the floor behind the bar.“Yeah?” “And I am so happy to see it back” he gently clicked his pint against Azriel’s, who could only grin.

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What do you guys think?

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If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Poseidon with a female darling that he kidnaps but she is obedient and quiet because she knows escaping is not an option so she might as well accept it and she tries not to make him angry

If any of you saw this one it means that I'm starting to take request randomly from my inbox so congratulations to the one who requested this you got this first~ probably because I got an idea on what to write~

ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

It all happened at 'love at first sight'. You were a human. Just a normal human. You like to study about the sea. You love the animals there.

You even have a fish tank at home for some of the aquatic animals. While you were on a vacation near a beach wearing your sundress and a cute hat. You were looking at the ocean like it's where you truly belongs.

"y/n! We're going to swim around you coming?" Ask one of your friend. "Wait for me! I go fetch my sunscreen!" Your friends nodded and quickly run to the water.

As for Poseidon, someone reported to him that they saw some humans trying to have fun at his 'house'. He was furious because he knows they will polluted his dear ocean/sea.

Thus, while you were applying your sunscreen you didn't notice the very big wave that came towards you and your friends. They were so focused on what they were doing until it was too late.

Screaming here and there from your friends as you try to save them but fail. Sadly the wave hits you and you hits your head on a rock. Typical love story.

As you were in and out of your own consciousness. A group of dolphins swim to you and circle you before guiding you to Poseidon.

As they arrive he was mad at the dolphins but not forever.

"why did you bring a mortal here?" He ask them.

They just swim to him happily and swim away. Thus, he took you in while smirking. No one knows what the dolphins said to him.

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

You wake up with a headache. Then realize that your head was bandaged and you were wearing some kind of nightgown.

Then when you try to sit a hand quickly pull you back down. You were shocked. You slowly turn around and behold you saw the most beautiful man who has blonde hair with a beautiful face. You were blushing.

Then, the man open his eye and damn!! You are melting! That deep blue eyes. 'I think I just fall in love' you thought.

He caresses your cheeks and smiles yes smiles. 'goddamn it!! It just make me fall harder!!' your heart is beating fast.

"who are you?" You ask him after collecting some courage. "Your husband" he replied.

"eh--"

As quickly as you said that. As quickly as you guys got married. And when you realize you. It's your first night together with him as newlyweds. You are still in dazed. (Who wouldn't)

"a-ah I never got your name?" He carries you towards the bathroom. "Poseidon that's my name" you nodded as you let him carry you to the bathroom. (What you guys did in there is up to u 🤨 sus moment)

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

You notice how some of the male workers has gone missing. Yes you're not stupid to realize that it was Poseidon doing. How you know?

Simple you were talking to the butler the other days and then just now a maid reported to you that the butler had resigned. Coincidence?

Here's another situation. You were talking to the chef about your craving as you were talking and laughing Poseidon walked past both of you and the chef trembled. He quickly excused himself. That's not all the next day you heard the chef got eaten by a shark!! How cruel is that!! Coincidence? I THINK NO!

So thus, you test this theory. You ask a certain 'someone' to pretend as a male worker and talk to you happily. As Poseidon notices your eyes widen. You were getting touchy with that workers.

Then, the butler lean closer to you from his point of view it looks like he's kissing you.

His face darkens and he quickly throws his trident towards the male. What shocked him the most is that the male manages to capture the trident even before it can hit him. "Now now lord Poseidon~" the male chuckle. He recognized that voice.

"Hermes...what are you doing here.." he walk towards him. "Aunty here was wondering about the Olympus"

"absolutely no! She won't go there I forbid her from going!" Hermes just shook his head.

"uncle...if you keep aunty in the dark it only worsen her mental health. I'm speaking from experience." Hermes reply (hint ii 🫣)

"you know nothi--"

"I still regret it uncle... it's because of me she's crazy. All because of obsession." He add and walk away disappearing into the shadows. You just tilt your head. "Poseidon?"

You call to him softly catching his attention.

He lead you away while still glaring at nothing.

You pout and jump to hug his neck. He quickly catches you. "What is it" he ask.

"sorry I promise I won't do it again..." You hug him. "....why don't you run away from me" the sudden question freeze you.

"well you see no matter where I run you always find me right? So what's the point" he was shock.

"is that why you never intended to run away?" You nodded at his answer.

He softly kisses you and smiles genuinely. "Thank you for accepting me....y/n" you smile and hug him again happily.

"you remember my name! Yay"

He just shook his head and carry you to the dining room.

The End

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ she said fuck me like im famous — in which ellie 'teaches' you how to play the guitar.

rockstar!ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: 0.6.k words, smutty, is this highly inaccurate? probs. do i care? no. pet names (baby, babe, filthy girl), hand kink, teasing, reader wears a skirt, temperature play?, fingering, finger sucking

masterlists - new account @pearlcigs

The hum of Ellie's fingers plucking at the strings of her beloved guitar filled the room. She was sat on the bed, various bracelets cluttering her wrist. Your eyes were locked on her hands, watching intently, focused on her veins rather than her skills. Her shirt was unbuttoned, lazily array on her shoulders, the grey of her sports bra matching the boxers peaking through the top of her pants. She looked so good and had no idea what she was doing to you. "Come sit on my lap." Or maybe she did?

"Hm?" You responded, watching as she moved the electric guitar away from her lap to make room for you to sit. "Gonna teach you how to play." She smiles devilishly. You obey her wishes, skittishly walking towards her and sitting on her lap. Truly, you had no desire to learn how to play, more than okay with watching her experienced hands do all the work. She placed the guitar on your lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

Ellie grabbed your hands, putting them in the correct positions. She guided your fingers, her touch doing everything right to your body. Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing to you. She strummed your fingers over the strings, the vibration on your thighs faint but you were already worked up. "Ellie." You uttered, a smirk on her face as she kissed your shoulder. "Yes, baby? Somethin' wrong?" She asked in a cocky tone.

Everything about her turned you on. "Do you need help?" Ellie's tone was confident, she was getting exactly what she wanted and you both knew it. "Saw you staring at my hands." She admits, kissing from your shoulder to your neck. "They excite you or something?" She continues with her painful teasing, stroking the strings once again to let the vibration flow your your thighs. "Ellie." You whimpered, composure quickly disintegrating.

"Bet you wish I was playing with you and not the guitar, hm?" One of Ellie's hands slide down to your thigh, squeezing tightly, veins becoming more prominent. "Yes." You admitted, breathlessly. "Yeah? Like seeing my fingers? Was doin' it on purpose." She admits, she was absolutely bold. Unafraid of the empty threats you might try to scare her with from her antics.

She moves the guitar off your lap, moving it to the side for later. Cold finger tips tickling up your thigh to you panty covered cunt. "Soaking through your pants, babe." She chuckles applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to watch you squirm. "El..." You whine, hips arching off her lap slightly. "Gonna fuck you like a rockstar and then write a song about it. Everyone's gonna know what a freak you are." Her free hand fingers her way to your lips, intruding through them. You don't even wait for her command to suck on her nimble fingers.

"The lyrics'll be about how much you love my fingers. How much you love them in your mouth... in your pussy.." She teases but she was far from finished, pushing your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side. The coldness from her hands make your warm cunt flutter from the temperature difference. "Maybe I'll put your desperate moans in the background vocals? Hm? How does that sound?" She slowly strokes your clit.

You moan, proving her point that the noises she drew from you were desperate. She slides a finger into your weeping cunt, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. The thrusts both hands at the same time, finger your cunt and mouth at the same time. "Yeah, baby. Take my fingers, filthy girl."

requested / inspired by @thatgiraffefromtlou rockstar ellie makes me lose it this took forever because i couldn't figure out how to execute it - i was also debating vibrator synced to the guitar with bluetooth so lmk if i should write that

[russo-woso]

So high school || Leah Williamson

warning smut 18+, fingering, semi-public setting?

Based on this request here. Thank you for the idea :)

Summary Your relationship with Leah brings you back to high school

You and Leah had been dating for just over seven months and to say it had been the best time of your life was the biggest understatement of the century.

With the stress of your degree, constantly writing new songs for your album and dealing with the responsibility of adult life, it was Leah who brought back the fun in your life.

To the current day, you've always, and always will, say that your relationship with Leah was a high school relationship.

It was as if every time you looked at her you felt, well there's no better way to describe it other than just high school.

The day you met Leah at an event, was the day that changed your life forever.

Leah, being the confident captain she was, asked you on a date before even saying hello.

Wanting to take a change from your normal over-thinking self, you agreed.

When you said yes, you thought you'd go out for dinner with her, get bored of her and never see her again.

What you didn't expect was to end up seeing her again the following night and then again and again.

Leah made you forget about the stress in life, instead, making you realise the fun and adventures in the world.

You went from wearing a frown to wearing a smile every second of the day.

You were so happy with living like you were back in high school to the fact you purposely went out of your way to make it as fun as possible.

I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

Leah had just played her first match in nine months against Reading and had managed to bag an assist, which made your heart swell with pride.

To make the match even more memorable for you and leah, you'd purchased a cardboard cut out of Leah's face.

After the final whistle blew, Leah was the first one you searched for throughout the crowd of players on the pitch.

When you clocked her, you noticed the confused look on her face as she searched the crowd for you.

As soon as you took the mask off, a smile appeared on her face as climbed over the railing to get to you.

You enveloped her in a bone crushing hug before grabbing the back of her neck, pressing your lips on hers.

"I'm so proud of you, Le." You whispered repeatedly in her ear.

"It's all because of you, baby. I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for you."

and I'm high from smoking your jokes all damn night

"I had to do this interview with the little girl I was on about and she asked if I had a joke and only one came to my head. Why was cinderella bad at football?" Because she ran away from the ball." Leah told you over FaceTime and you let out a small giggle, finding the joke genuinely funny. "I love your laugh."

"You make me laugh and you like it. Good combo, that is."

"We are a good combo, aren't we?" Leah asked and you agreed, a small laugh escaping past your lips.

"Tell me more jokes." You suggested and Leah agreed, telling you every joke she knew.

Leah didn't care how many jokes she told that night, the jokes made you laugh and that's all that mattered.

I'm watching American pie with you on a Saturday night, your friends are around so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs

It was Leah's turn to host team bonding but messing up the dates for your movie night with her, meant Leah had you knock on her door with a confused look on your face.

“What’s with all the cars? Throwing a party without me?” You joked as Leah stood there with an even more confused expression.

“Baby, what are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here, it’s just I thought our movie night was tomorrow.” Leah pointed out, quickly pulling you in for a hug and kiss.

“Oh, I thought it was tonight. Maybe I got the days wrong. Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, love. It was me who got the days wrong. I remember talking about it being tonight. I’ve got team bonding tonight. We’re just about to find a movie to watch. Come, it’ll be fun, and it means I get cuddles. The team love you anyway.” Leah got excited and guided you inside. “Guess who decided to surprise us.” Leah announced to the whole Arsenal squad.

“Guess who got her days mixed up.” You teased Leah whose cheeks turned a red colour.

The girls all said hello to you as you took a seat next to Leah at the back corner of the living room.

After about half an hour of arguing over what movie you were going to watch, you all agreed on American Pie, some of the girls not watching it before, and some of them loving the film.

At the beginning of the film, Leah rested her hand on your lower thigh but as the film continued, Leah’s hand got higher and higher.

“Leah, stop it.” You warned, moving her hand lower down.

“You can be quiet, can’t you?” Leah murmured against your neck. “They won’t see or hear. Look at them all, they’re too busy watching the film.”

Leah’s fingers slide down into your underwear, her fingers teasingly circling your clit.

“Le, that feels so good.” You whisper into her neck.

You looked up to double check that nobody was watching and luckily, no one was.

Leah then dips her fingers into your pussy, making you let out a muffled moan into her neck.

It was only quiet because you stopped yourself but you made sure to not move your head from Leah’s neck.

“Faster, le. Please.” You muttered, her slow pace torturing you.

Leah listened, speeding up her movements.

“Fuck.” You whispered, a sigh leaving your mouth.

As your orgasm approached, your moans and sighs began to get pushed so Leah came up with another plan.

“Kiss me, baby.” Leah muttered, your lips colliding as she swallowed your moans.

Leah started curling her fingers as they entered you, bringing you closer and closer to your high.

“‘m gonna cum. Please don’t stop, le.” You begged, breaking the kiss before Leah brought you in for another.

After swallowing all your orgasmic moans, leah pulled away, grinning at you.

You caught your breath before showing an identical one back.

Once more, you looked around the room to see that everyone was oblivious to the fact Leah had just given you an orgasm.

“We should do that again sometime.” Leah suggested and you nodded.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?, It's just a game, but really

Leah had been sat down to do a TikTok for the England TikTok page.

The media team explained that she was going to do a few filters, not a lot, but enough for the fans to be content.

One of the filters happened to be kill, kiss, marry.

Leah smiled to herself, knowing that she hadn’t played the game since she was in high school.

Pressing the record button, the filter started and she was given three celebrities.

Taylor Swift, Britney Spears and Y/N Y/L/N.

“This is easy this is.” Leah laughed, not even having to think about her options.

You and Leah and announced your relationship quite early on.

Well, you hadn’t officially announced it.

When you started attending Arsenal matches with Leah, and Leah started attending your shows, fans assumed you were either friends or there was possibly something between you both.

It wasn’t until you won a Grammy for best album, that Leah was so proud, she planted a kiss on your lips before you went up to collect it.

Since then, the fans had guessed you were a couple.

“I’m gonna go, kill, Britney Spears. Kiss, Taylor Swift. Marry, Y/N.” Leah said, looking past the camera to see Kiera laughing.

“She might as well be married to Y/N. So loved up them two are.” Kiera joked and they both laughed.

Get my car door, isn't that sweet? Then pull me to the backseat

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I really needed a break.” You said to Leah as you walked out the restaurant.

With all the songwriting and studying for your final exam, Leah thought it would be nice to take you out for dinner.

Due to the popularity you both had, it was hard to find a place to go when people would constantly swarm you, however, one restaurant quite close to Leah’s house, had a separate room that was used for private events but they allowed you to use it.

“You deserve a break, love. You’ve been working so hard on your songs and your exams. I think I should take your mind off it all.” Leah sent you a playful smirk as she opened the back seat car door.

Leah helped you onto the back seats before climbing over you.

Within seconds, Leah’s lips were on yours and you were both scrambling to take your clothes off.

Breaking the kiss, Leah’s lips travelled down your jaw and into your neck, soothing sensitive hickeys from the night before.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.” Leah told you, pressing kisses to your neck.

“I’m all yours, le. No one ever had me, not like you.”

You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

“I don’t understand this. I mean I do, but then I try the equation and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.” You explain to Leah who rubbed your back comfortingly.

“You’ll do it, baby. Stop stressing. Come on, talk me through it and I’ll try see where you’re going wrong.” Leah suggested, taking a seat next to you.

“Le, you’re kidding. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle. Not the other way round. I mean you’re clever, baby, but I think you’ll freak when you see the equation.” You slightly giggled at Leah’s confidence, but she had that cocky look on her face so you allowed her to look at it.

“Okay, maybe you’re right.” Leah admitted once you turned the textbook to her, a full page on the equation. “I’ll stick to football.”

“Good choice, baby.”

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

Leah was sat playing FIFA with Georgia, Kiera and Lucy whilst you were laid on the bed, next to Leah.

They had been playing all evening and now into the night, which annoyed you, because Leah had said you’d be doing something else.

“Le, how long until it’s finished?” You questioned, getting impatient.

It didn’t help that Leah had mentioned it multiple times throughout the day so it had been on your mind all day.

“Not long, love. I promise — Kiera, defend. We’re going more defensive.” Leah says, talking to Kiera through her mic, before pressing button after button on the remote.

“Le, please hurry up.” You whined, impatiently, as Leah looked at you with a saddened look.

“Baby, I promise, as soon as it’s finished. Five minutes left.” Leah told you, but you wanted her now, not in five minutes.

You moved from your original place to straddle Leah’s lap.

Leah’s eyes grew at your plan and although you thought she would continue the game, she pulled her headset off, muting herself before pulling you down into a kiss.

You could faintly hear Kiera, G, and Lucy asking where she’d gone, but you were so focused on Leah and what she was going to do, that you couldn’t hear them.

The kiss turned desperate and before long, the both of you were desperately ripping each other’s clothes off.

Leah connected her mouth to your hardened nipple, swirling her tongue around it.

Your hips bucked at the feeling, as you entangled your hand in Leah’s hair.

“Feels good.” You mumbled in pleasure before Leah moved onto your other one.

As Leah continued to suck hickeys on your body, her fingers made their way down to your pussy, gently circling your clit.

“Fuck, Le.” You breathed out, the pleasure you’d been waiting all day for, finally feeling evident.

“All mine.” Leah mumbled into your neck, her tongue moving over a fresh mark that she’d left.

“All yours.” You repeated as Leah’s finger made their way inside you.

“My girl. Only I get to touch you like this. No one else.” Leah stated, her fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“I’m close, Leah. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me, love. Cum on my fingers.” Leah whispered in your ear as you clenched around her fingers, a moan leaving your lips along with a chant of Leah’s name.

“I love you so much.” You told Leah after you’d calmed down.

“I love you too.”

“I feel like I’m in high school after that.” You laughed and Leah agreed as you both looked at the TV to find Kiera, Lucy and Georgia all still playing fifa. “I feel so… high school every time I look at you.”