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-> |Ch.1 Sum: Voldemort has been defeated, but to what cost?| -> |Word Count: 1.4k| -> |Warnings: Kinda Angsty- Made me cry| -> |Series Masterlist|

-> October 31, 1981 News spread quickly throughout the wizarding world of the defeat of Lord Voldemort. A truly wondrous outcome to the war, but to what cost? Among the celebrating wizards, stood those who truly lost everything to break free from the nightmare that was the war.

Rosalie Black couldn’t decide whether she should be happy or distraught. On one hand, she felt relief that her three-year-old daughter would have a better future, but on the other, she felt absolute devastation over the death of her friends. Even worse, she didn’t know if she would see her charming husband again.

“Mommy?” The toddler mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she walked into the living room, a small teddy bear hanging from her hand. Rubbing her eyes, she looked to her mum who quickly wiped her eyes, sending a small smile her way.

“Did I wake you sweetheart?” She smiled, picking up the yawning tyke and setting her onto her lap. “Mmm fine, is mommy sad?” She put her hand on her mother's cheek. “Where's daddy?” She turned her gaze to look around the dark room, her Dad nowhere in sight. Being the impatient child she is, she lightly tugged on Rose's shirt when she didn’t respond fast enough.

Rose wanted to reply, but a sound outside made her clutch the toddler to her chest. Her mind went into high alert as she tried to think of a way out if this turned ugly, but the door flew open, making her flinch, clutching Melanie even closer.

“Love, i-it’s just me..” A shaky voice spoke, making Rose and Melanie turn their gaze to the man in the doorway. There stood Sirius Black, the man in question just a few moments ago. Rose could feel the tension leaving her as her husband shut the door, coming toward them.

“Daddy- You scared me and Mommy!” Melanie cried, giving him a pout, her eyes shone with tears. Sirius gave a weak smile, looking down at her, and kissing her forehead lightly. She truly was a splitting image of him. Her thick, wavy black hair, and eyes shone like silver. Her pale face was littered with freckles, especially around her nose and cheekbones. This was an attribute she got from her mother, rather the only attribute she received besides her brilliant mind. Although she was pale, she still shone with so much life.

“Sirius-” Rose spoke as their daughter climbed into his lap, playing with his identical black hair, not an ounce of fear in her. “Sirius, what happened? Is it true? Are they-” She choked. She couldn’t even say it. Sirius Grimaced, as he gave a small nod, running his hands through Melanie’s hair.

“I-I’m afraid so.. Pettigrew, that git... He..” Sirius grew teary-eyed, releasing a shaky breath before continuing, “Pettigrew sold them out. I should’ve known the traitor was him, I should’ve been there-” He heaved a sigh. No one knew Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper for the Potters, and assumed it would have to be Sirius given his relationship with James. A last ditch effort to protect them ended up being their downfall. This untold information put the blame of their fall on the shoulders of Sirius. His only hope now was to give his family a second chance at life, whether he was in it or not.

“And Harry?” She murmured, if afraid to ask, as she looked down at Melanie, wondering what it would have been if the roles were reversed.

“He survived. He’s the reason Voldemort is dead. Lily sacrificed herself for him. I think he’s going to live with Petunia, Lily’s sister.” He rambled on, nervously chewing his lip. “Petunia? But- We’re Harry’s godparents!” Rose exclaimed, but Sirius shook his head. It seemed his wife hadn’t clicked everything together yet. “I know- I.. I don’t know what Dumbledore is planning.. But we can’t focus on that love, I.. I have to get out of here.” He frantically whispered, meeting the woman's eyes. She shook her head, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

“Sirius- If you’re leaving, I’m going with you! Remus can watch Mel.'' She looked at him desperately, but he only shook his head. “What? Why not?” She whispered, she couldn’t comprehend the situation.

“They’re coming after me, Love.. Everyone thinks I’m the betrayer, and It’s only a matter of time until they try to involve you..” He gave a sad smile. She shook her head, but he continued before she could speak, “I’m going after Pettigrew, and I can’t let you and Melanie get in the crossfire. She deserves to have one of us, and deserves to grow up and have a childhood, not running from the ministry.” He explained, lightly caressing his wife’s hair, as she took in the information. He had to leave, for his wife, and for his daughter, it had to be done. Rosalie couldn’t find herself arguing, truly at a loss for words. Instead, she chose to go and pack him a bag without another word to him. Sirius gave a sigh, looking down at the toddler who remained innocent to the whole affair.

“Pumpkin..” He lightly called her nickname, the girl looking up at him with her full attention. Brushing the hair away that had fallen into her face, he smiled down at her. Melanie only gazed at him curiously, tilting her head slightly, making his heart clench. How was he supposed to leave her, his entire world. Would he be back? There was no way to know. He was going to miss everything, he wanted to see her, more so be with her while she grew up. But under the circumstances, protecting her was more important.

“Daddy has to go for a while, yeah? Let’s call it a secret mission for the Marauders!” He gave her a smile, “I need you to do something for me while I'm gone, pumpkin.” He nodded, knowing she wouldn’t fully understand, but he didn’t want to upset her.

“What?” She questioned, whispering as if it was a secret, a mischievous glint in her eyes that reflected her father’s all too well.

“No matter what, I need you to listen to Mommy. You are going to do amazing things. And I want you to remember that Daddy loves you so very much. Never forget that, okay?” He rambled as if she understood, and even if she didn’t, she nodded. Sirius pulled her into a tight embrace, tears leaving his eyes as he hid his face from her view.

“I pwomise, Daddy.” Her tiny arms tightened around his neck. She didn’t understand why everyone was crying, or what was going on in the world, but she did know that she trusted the man holding her. Rosalie came out of the room, carrying a bag full of things Sirius might need on the run. She couldn’t stop the tears as she stared at her husband and child. She was so innocent and didn’t deserve any of it, but the world has a cruel way with innocence. Rosa could only hope she could keep as much of it as possible in the coming years.

“Daddy has to go now, but I love you. Here,” Looking down, he pulled off the ring on his index finger, putting it into her small hand. It wasn’t big or fancy, but there was a dog-like creature etched into it. It was his Animagus, which he had gotten with the other Marauders. They had gotten them when they were just out of Hogwarts. The ring had “Padfoot” etched on the inside, and he hoped it would give her a piece of him while he was gone. “Keep this safe for me now.” He gave the toddler one last kiss on the head before turning to his wife, who was still crying. “Love.. Please don’t cry.” He pulled her in an embrace, the bag dropping beside them. She didn’t utter a word, only pulling him into a kiss, putting as much into it as she could. In return, he kissed her as his life depended on it. Neither of them knew if they would ever see each other again. After a few short moments, they pulled apart, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you, forever and always.” He smiled weakly, locking eyes with her.

“I will always love you, Sirius Black. Please… Come back to us safely.” She looked at him, a million unsaid words in her gaze. Sirius nodded, a promise both of them knew might be a long shot. But the hope filled him with determination. Giving her a kiss once more, he picked up the bag and backed out the door. Before he was out of sight, he threw one last glance at the doorway of their cottage, seeing Rosalie holding Melanie at the door, both of them waving as it started to drizzle. Giving a sad wave, Sirius fled to meet his fate.

And that was the last time Melanie Black had seen her father.

Author's Note: And that's a wrap on chapter 1 my dears! Sorry it might be a little all over the place but there was a lot of little details I needed to cover! Please let me know what you think! And if you'd like to see what Melanie generally looks like, there is a link on the series page to see! Thank you for reading!

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley #ordinary by rinalouu #the weasleys #the marauders #george weasley x oc #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter angst #light angst #made me cry #sirius black #sirius orion black

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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📜Anakin Skywalker Masterlist📜

"YES ANAKIN LOOK AT US 💦"

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📜𝔒𝔫𝔢-𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

An Unsuccessful Escape Attempt - (f!Reader)

I Can Protect You - A vulnerable omega trying to get rid of an alpha following her (a/b/o) (f!Reader)

My Mate - Alpha Anakin goes to the Earth to find the missing Jedi who is a beta (a/b/o) (f!Reader)

All Mine - You're with an alpha and you don't remember anything (smut) (a/b/o) (f!Reader)

Little Princess - An unexpected marriage with a strange prince (f!Reader)

Fight And Hide - Anakin sends his army to destroy the Jedi but he wants you (f!Reader)

Night - You follow the Sith Lord, want to know what he's up to (gn!Reader)

What Do You Want - Anakin helps you understand what you really want (smut) (f!Reader)

Hologram - Anakin fucks you in his ship and Obi-Wan wants that too (smut) (f!Reader)

Hologram Part 2 (Final) - Anakin gives his Master a live show (smut) (f!Reader)

Who Am I - You wake up on the ground, having no memory, hoping for someone to save you (f!Reader)

It's Anakin - He's not the person he used to be, but you want to believe that he is (f!Reader)

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📜ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

NSFW Alphabet - (smut) (f!Reader)

First Meeting - First meeting with Slave! f!Reader

I Hate You - How Anakin would feel about his darling not liking him (f!Reader)

Attention - Anakin and Obi-Wan want your attention (gn!Reader)

Pregnancy - His reaction to your pregnancy (smut) (f!Reader)

Pregnancy 2 - Emperor Anakin's reaction to your pregnancy (smut) (f!Reader)

Let Me Touch You - He loves to touch you but you don't (gn!Reader)

Running Away Every Time - You manage to run away every time (gn!Reader)

Sleeping Together - How would he sleep with you (gn!Reader)

Crying Senator - Emperor Anakin's reaction when you cry because of another senator (f!Reader)

Contract - Sugar Daddy Anakin's reaction when you want to break off the contract (f!Reader)

Choking - His reaction when he finds out you like to be choked in bed (smut) (gn!Reader)

Black Wings - His reaction to you having huge black wings (f!Reader)

Sister - You're Padmé's hidden sister (f!Reader)

Stay Away From Her - You start to fall in love with Obi-Wan, not him (f!Reader)

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📜𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰

Dumb Little Angel / Part 2 (Final) - Anakin punishes you for trying to escape (part 1 and 2 smut) (f!Reader)

Sing For Me - He heard your singing, now he wants you to sing for him all the time (gn!Reader)

It Hurts - You escape from him, but he finds you. (gn!Reader)

Needy - You're pregnant with his puppies and you need his full attention (smut) (a/b/o) (f!Reader)

Incubus - Incubus Anakin fucks you (smut) (f!Reader)

Learned Lesson - He finds you when a man is about to make you his forcefully (f!Reader)

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📜𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

I'm Not A Child / Part 2 - Anakin's 6 years younger than the reader and madly in love with her (part 2 smut) (f!Reader) (part 3 will come)

My Beautiful Little Wife - The Emperor wants you to be his beautiful little wife (smut) (f!Reader) (Part 2 will come)

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📜𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰

Random

Foreplay or Quickie - (smut) (f!Reader)

Which Little Hole - (smut) (f!Reader)

Size Kink - (gn!Reader)

The Difference - (gn!Reader)

Ex Lovers - (gn!Reader)

Libido - (smut) (gn!Reader)

Because You're Old - (gn!Reader)

Random Escaping - (gn!Reader)

Experience - (gn!Reader)

Worth - (gn!Reader)

Neighbor - (gn!Reader)

Avoiding Incubus - (f!Reader)

Incubus appears in your dreams - (f!Reader)

How incubus seduce you and how he met you - (f!Reader)

Protection charms against incubus and hiding - (gn!Reader)

A high-ranked demon or the king of the demons

What kind of yandere is incubus - (f!Reader)

Parts of incubus that he eagerly wants you to touch - (gn!Reader)

You're safe from incubus but he'll get you again - (gn reader)

A different take on pregnancy headcanons

Two Options About Children

What made him become a yandere and why did he choose you

Would incubus tease or coo at you for being aroused by him

Unintentionally arousing incubus

Soft incubus doing and saying things

You call incubus to protect you from an army of demons

Incubus touches his body to seduce you

You accidentally bump into Incubus' chest

Incubus catches you shyly taking a bubble bath

Perfect famous Anakin and photographer reader

After supermodel Anakin set your house on fire

After supermodel Anakin set your house on fire part 2

Cheating on and killing Padmé

Being someone else's photographer temporarily

You get fiery towards incubus

Identical reader

Walking routine

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erenoir · 3 years

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summer bummer

♡︎ genre: modern au, surfer/pool boy!eren, rich brat!reader, MDNI

♡︎ warnings: nsfw, 18+ content, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving,) choking, spanking, dumbification, spit, fingering, degradation, hair pulling, sub/praise kink!reader + dom!eren

♡︎ featuring: s4!eren jaeger x f!reader

♡︎ word count: 7k

you’re mommy n daddy’s only child, spoiled filthy to the core. you’ve never known a life where you didn’t get what you want. you have the house alone to yourself one day when you meet the new pool boy your parents hired. what you didn’t know was that it would be the uber hot surfer from your local beach, who’d caught you staring at him many times.

a/n: happy u.s. summer! here’s some hot n sweaty beach fantasy eren x reader for u all. this is my first time writing smut so i hope u enjoy ♡︎. also if u can listen to the song pls do bc umm.. it sets the scene perfectly.

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

3 hours earlier

“today’s forecast says it’s going to be a scolding 85 degrees fahrenheit in marley with sunny skies, with the rest of the week staying in the high 90s. so grab your loved ones and get down to the beach friends ‘cause this weekend is looking to be another hot one!”

you let out a groan as you turned off your tv, if there was one thing you hated about marley it was how hot the summers were. you did not like being sweaty, that was for sure. your mascara is never waterproof, your lipstick is never long-lasting, and no amount of hairspray keeps your hair from deflating. you slip out of bed and put your feet into your silk slippers as you decide what you’re gonna do today. what would it be? maybe you could convince jean to come over and take you out on your dad’s yacht, lord knows you didn’t know how to drive it. or you could invite sasha over to go tanning on the dock. you’re pretty sure your family’s chef niccolo has a crush on her anyway, maybe a bit of matchmaking today huh? he made a lovely eggplant caviar with tapenade. ugh, i have no interest in people today, you thought. you made your way down to the kitchen in your pajamas to see if niccolo could make you some french toast for breakfast when you see a note from your parents sitting on the counter.

hi honey bunny,

we didn’t want to wake you.

the brauns invited your father and i on their yacht today, they told us it just received some fabulous upgrades. we probably won’t be back until around 5 pm, niccolo won’t be in until 3 to start preparing dinner, we gave him the morning off. we left you one of our credit cards on the counter so you can cater yourself some breakfast from the restaurant. have a good morning hun.

love,

mommy + daddy

- also, the new pool boy we told you about will be in at around 11, so don’t be alarmed if you see someone unfamiliar around the house. xx

you sighed, although you enjoyed being alone, you did enjoy the solace of niccolo’s company. he wasn’t one to say much, but you liked that about him. sometimes he felt like your only friend in this huge mansion. most of your friends didn’t feel real, using you for your status and money, with the exception of sasha and jean, but even they barely came around. they say rich people have nothing to be sad about when money can buy you all the luxuries in the world, but money couldn’t buy you the attention you so desperately craved.

you called your mom’s catering company and ordered yourself eggs benedict with caviar and a side of turkey bacon to the main estate.

“alright, it’ll be around 30 minutes miss y/l/n.”

“okay, thank you.”

looks like it was gonna be another lonely day in the estate. you didn’t want to stay inside, so you settled for a nice morning by the pool, you could finally catch up on all those magazine subscriptions piling outside of your door.

your beautician had come over on monday to do you and your mother’s mani-pedis. you chose a nice cherry red for your nails and toes, so today you put on your deep red swimsuit to match. it has a deep v the ties up around your neck like a halter. your parents hated the thing, saying it exposed too much cleavage, but you couldn’t care less. you had used your very own credit card to buy it, so you thought you should be able to wear it whenever you want. you slipped on your jimmy choo flip flops and chanel sunnies and headed down to the pool. your vivian westwood pearl necklace bounced between your tits as you jogged down the steps, a natural frown coming onto your face when you remembered niccolo wasn’t here, expecting to see his face in the kitchen.

you smiled as you saw the lovely breakfast the restaurant prepared, and the glass of rosé they left next to it as a surprise. you sat down at your kitchen island to eat as you flipped through april’s issue of harper’s bazaar. the models on the cover looked happy, you wonder what their secrets were.

spreading your last piece of baguette with caviar, your ears perked up when you heard the buzzer to the main gate ring the main estate. you pressed your manicured finger on the button until you heard the familiar tone to begin speaking.

“hi this is y/n y/l/n. who’s here?”

“uhh… yeah this is eren.. jaeger.”

your heart dropped at the name, you could not believe it. shit.. you’ve got to be kidding me.

“i’m the new pool guy for your house, i think i have the right address. is this the… y/l/n residence?”

your heart felt tight, it’s like someone had taken a rock and shoved it in your chest. your body went numb, maybe it’s a different eren. no, you knew it wasn’t. marley wasn’t a very big town, it’s a coastal city that’s best known for its beach and it’s surfers—eren jaeger just happened to be one of the best. eren goes surfing on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings, so you and sasha also went to the beach on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings. you coincidentally, made sure you walked past his spot in your tiniest swimsuit every single time, you’re just a local that goes to the beach a lot is all. to say you had a crush on eren was an understatement, you were absolutely infatuated with him—but he definitely didn’t even know you existed despite your pathetic attempts at flirting. but this friday morning he wasn’t surfing, he was at your front gate.. about to clean your giant pool for god knows how many hours.

“uh.. hello? is anyone there?”

shit.. “u-um, yes, sorry about that yeah, let me just buzz you in.” you walked over to your front door where the buzzer to the main gate is and hesitantly pressed the button, moving like a sloth, hands shaking, face sweating. what do i do now? do i wait for him? do i show him to the pool? do i just act like he’s not here? no-fuck-wait.. god i hate this. no i have to show him where the pool is and where to get the cleaning supplies-maybe he already knows? no how would he already know y/n. okay you just need to relax and take a deep breath, he’s just a per-

“uh—hey..i’m eren.” the tall, brooding man sticks a hand out to you.

“how’d you get in here?” stupid introduction.. god you’re so dumb.

“mr. and mrs. y/l/n let me know where the spare key was so i could let myself in, just in case y/n wasn’t around.. would that be you?” his eyebrows purse together as he nods his chin in your direction.

“y-yeah that would be me.. hi. i’m y/n!” you put your hand in his and the way his hand suffocates yours in size makes your stomach flip. you see eren’s dark green eyes slowly rake themselves up and down your body when you immediately become self conscious. you were only in your red swimsuit, chanel sunnies sit atop your head, pushing your bangs back. you felt very.. exposed all of a sudden.

“do you.. need me to show you to the pool area?” you ask the sun kissed boy.

“yeah that would be great y/n,” the way your name rolled off of his tongue shook you to your deepest core. you wanted to hear him say it in more ways than one.

“okay, follow me.”

the walk to the pool was silent, the only noise heard were your jimmy choo flip flops hitting against the cold marble floor. eren stayed a few steps behind you, watching how your body swayed back and forth in your tight swimsuit. his eyes grazed down to your ass, and watched as it bounced with every step. he feels like he’s seen you before, he just can’t pinpoint from where. his stare was intense, you could feel his eyes burning into your back, but you pretended you didn’t notice, not bothering to look back at him. you reached the sliding doors to your patio and led him outside.

“so this the pool, the hot tub is farther towards to the back of the yard, if you keep waking towards the garden you’ll hit it.” you turned to see if he was keeping up, his eyes were intent on you, you felt heat rising to your cheeks and you turned around before he could notice.

“let me show you the pool house next.” you walk him over to your outdoor seating area and lead him behind that to a separate little house equipped with a bathroom, living area, and kitchen. you open the door and led him in.

“so this is the pool house, feel free to take your breaks in here, the kitchen is stocked with food and drinks if you’re hungry.” you opened the door to the tool closet, “this is where we keep all the supplies to clean the pool, if we’re out of anything call this number and maintenance will be over to bring you more.” you point to the contact sheet that’s beside all of the intercom systems throughout the estate. you looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, “so… yeah that should be everything.” you looked down at your feet. please say something.

“shit..” you hear eren whisper under his breath. you look up at him to ask what’s wrong. “sorry, it’s just.. your place is huge.”

“yeah, we get that a lot.. but if you need anything i’ll be sitting by the pool so..” you start to back out of the pool house, giving eren a small wave before letting him get started. he gave you one last smile as you left.

you were sat by the pool with an issue of vogue, you couldn’t believe low-waisted jeans were coming back in. your chanel sunnies sat low on your nose as you snacked on some fresh cherries, your mom had some ins with sasha’s family, they ran a family farm and grew the best produce in town. you stuck a cherry in your mouth, sucking on it for a little before spitting the pit into the napkin that was slowly being covered in cherry seeds. you were too enthralled in your reading to realize eren’s burning gaze on your lips, watching you from across the pool, every time you pulled a cherry stem out of your mouth, your lips were stained a bit redder than before. the way your lips moved around the fruit, back and forth sucking the pit dry.. he could only imagine you doing the same thing to his pretty little cock. you stuck your pinky in your mouth, sucking it dry from the cherry juice that was dripping down it. eren shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the lewd thoughts he was having about his clients’ daughter. he went back to pulling leaves out of the pool with the pool net when it was your turn to give him an affectionate gaze.

eren was tall, his stomach looked like it went on for ages, the sun hitting it just right to form lines of shadows that defined his abs. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was far too hot for that. he had his long hair tied back into a sloppy bun, baby hairs sticking to his sweaty forehead. his skin had been kissed by the sun a fair bit, the tan lines from surfing peaking out as his swim shorts hung low. his cheeks stained a perfect pink as you watched him lift his arm to wipe sweat off of his face. your eyes trailed down only to fixate on the large bulge forming under his swim shorts, your thighs instinctively rubbed themselves together, thoughts getting cloudy at the idea of you possibly turning him on. your lips salivated at the thought of eren having you. your eyes lingered for a little too long as you hear eren clear his throat, your eyes shooting up only to meet his already boring into you, he wore a smug smile on his face, like he knew exactly what was happening between your legs. you gave him a questioning look, acting completely innocent to the filthy thoughts that were ransacking both of your minds.

“i was gonna mention this earlier but.. you look really familiar,” eren poked at you, as he was working he remembered exactly who you were once he got a good look at you. you were the rich brat that fawned after him every time he was at the beach surfing.

it was like clockwork, just as he was getting out of the water, surfboard hugged close to his side, there you were with that brunette friend of yours. laughing loudly, tits bouncing in those tiny little swimsuits you wore, hardly being held up by the tiny straps tied behind your neck. you would flip your hair to one side of your head, exposing your soft, supple neck to eren as he shook the saltwater out of his hair. eren thought your desperate attempts at getting him to notice you were embarrassing, but damn did they work. you were basically part of his morning routine, he actually began to look forward to seeing you walk past him for twenty seconds of his day, though it felt like an eternity for the both of you. the way your hair blew in the morning breeze, perfectly glossed lips pretending to laugh at whatever your friend had said, you wanted him to look at you.

eren would excuse himself from his friends to go to his truck for a moment, saying he needed to get more wax for his board. but really he would hide himself away in his back seat with the tinted windows, peel off the upper half of his wetsuit, and play with his cock while he thought of your pretty face on your knees sucking him off like the good little brat you were. every tuesday, thursday, and friday morning, that’s where he would find himself.. jerking off to the thought of you, knees bruised, lips swollen, hair a mess from his hands, love bites all over your soft tits. eren’s hand moved faster, harder. “yeah kitten, just like that. cum on my co—oh!” white ropes shooting onto eren’s salty, sweaty stomach. beads of sweat rolling down his face as his eyes crossed in euphoria. that’s where eren knew you from. the beach girl, y/n y/l/n, the brat of his filthy little fantasies, he fucking wanted you.

your heart dropped at eren’s statement, you didn’t think he actually noticed you at the beach those mornings. you just thought you were acting a fool for nothing, he wouldn’t even so much as glance your way. you raised your magazine just above your cheeks so he couldn’t see the pools of red forming atop them. you pulled your chanel sunnies down the bridge of your nose and raised your eyes to get a good look at him.

“hmm.. no i don’t know if i’ve ever seen you before today. maybe i look like someone you know?” you little bitch, eren thought. how could you pretend to not know him, some brat you were. he’d have to teach you a lesson. he scoffed at your response, “yeah, okay.” you sensed a hint of annoyance in his voice, so he definitely saw you those mornings.

you were on your fourth magazine, now reading may’s issue of elle, when you checked your phone for the time. 12:30. eren had been working non-stop for almost two hours, maybe you should get him a drink. you closed your magazine and swung your legs over your lounge chair as you made your way around the pool to where he was submerged, scrubbing away at the walls. your breath hitched as he shook out his hair, once slicked back with water. he was so pretty.

“hey! i’m gonna go get a drink from the pool house.. do you want anything? you’ve been out here with nothing this whole time, don’t want you passing out on us.” look at you, trying to act like you cared, eren thought. he didn’t think you were capable of caring about anyone other than yourself and all of the material things you owned. he looked up at your body standing above him. your thighs looked soft, god how he wanted to shove his face between them. his eyes moved down to your feet, toes painted a perfect cherry red, you donned a gold anklet on your right leg. your legs were glossy with lotion and sweat, he wanted to lick wet stripes up them all the way to your—oh? what’s this? eren’s eyes focused in on the damp little spot between your legs, right at the crotch of your bright red swimsuit. he couldn’t help but smirk, was all this for him? was this what the mere thought of him did to you? his eyes darkened as you crossed your legs and cleared your throat.

“s-so? would you like anything?” your voice cracked towards the end of your question. eren let out a soft chuckle, as he pushed his long locks back, hair now fallen out of his bun, hair tie on his wrist. you let out a low groan as his biceps flexed slightly at the action.

“no i’m okay for right now, if i want anything i can just go get it myself right?” his eyes sparkled up at you, slightly squinting to keep some of the sun out. his words had a double meaning, he knew that, hell, you knew that. if eren wanted a drink, if he wanted you, he can just take it himself. you let out a deep breath through your nose, and crossed your arms over your chest as you smirked down at the boy.

you released your lower lip from your teeth’s grip, “yes, you can just get it yourself eren.” your voice sung his name like it was a form of worship. you turned on your heels and started making your way to the pool house, turning around to give eren a quick look over the shoulder, noticing his eyes were still fixed on you. you swayed your hips a little extra, follow me, please follow me. you craved attention, you were so lonely in this big house, you wanted to feel the touch of someone else. you heard the pool water splash, he got out, you smirked devilishly to yourself as you opened the door.

you were pouring ice into a glass, a can of cherry coke cracked open. you hummed a little tune to yourself when you heard the door of the pool house creak open slowly. before you know it eren was leaning on the counter next to you, arms crossed, hair back up in his usual bun, looking down at you. you kept your eyes on what you were doing, waiting for him to say something.

“is that for me?” he teased. you looked up at him with a fake-annoyed scowl, letting out an exaggerated little pout. god you were so fucking cute, eren’s cock hardening at the thought. he shifted his position to try to hide his growing length from you.

“well do you like cherry coke eren?” every time you said his name his jaw clenched a little harder.

“yeah, i like cherry coke.” his voice now more of a whisper, you looked up at him as you pushed the drink into his chest, telling him to take it. he took the drink, hand placed over yours on the glass, the two of you holding that position momentarily. you looked up at him, eyes hazy and filled with obvious lust. your hand mindlessly traced up his chest, drawing small circles on his skin as your hand fell to the necklace around his neck, lifting up the key pendant softly to get a good look at it. you felt eren’s breath hitch in his chest.

“i have to go to the bathroom, excuse me.” you looked up at him one last time, eyes begging him to follow you, and you slowly made your way to the bathroom, giving him time to think about your movements. you open the door to the small, hot pool house bathroom when you felt a strong grip hold you back by a piece of your swimsuit. yes, you thought.

you turn around to look at the man in front of you, eren’s chest moving up and down in heavy breaths, eyes dark with want, lips chapped and glistening from the amount of times he’s licked them.

“i thought i knew you from somewhere,” he moves in closer, closing the gap between your bodies, “you’re there.. at the beach.. every morning.. watching me surf.. yet you say you don’t know me.” his hand meets your waist and gives it a tight squeeze as the other grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“well i’m gonna make sure you know me.”

eren pushes you back into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. you feel your walls crashing down as you wrap your arms around his neck. he hoists you up onto the sink and your wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to be closer to you. your lips crash together in a frenzy, moving fast and frantic. neither of you could ignore the tension any longer, about to give in to your darkest desires.

eren grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands and yanks your head back as you let out a small moan. “you like that huh? you like when i rough you up like you’re a little rag doll huh bitch?” your eyes roll back at his words. you grab his head and bring your foreheads together, looking deep into his eyes, “fucking wreck me like i’m your little rag doll eren.”

your eyes are only fixated on his in this moment, grinding your hips mindlessly into his as his grip on your hair tightens, tears pricking at your eyes. he yanks your head back again as you let out a little yelp, “yeah? you want me to wreck you? then show me a how a good doll sucks my fucking cock huh? can you suck my cock good?” you nod your head, already spitting on your hand to prepare to wrap it around his member. he smirks at your desperation, clearly understanding that he’s in control here. he pulls on your hair like it’s a leash as he yanks you off the counter and to the ground on your knees. your hands paw desperately at his swim shorts, wanting them off already. he smacked your hands off of him, “filthy bitch, you just can’t wait can you?”

he maintains his grip on your hair and looks down on you on your knees. smack! your head whips to the right as you let out a yelp.

“you haven’t even let me explain the rules yet.” he grabs your face and places a foot on one of your shoulders as your back pushes into the wall from the weight. he squeezes your mouth open, “say ahh.” your tongue instinctively hangs out of your mouth. eren chuckles, “that’s my good little puppy, panting on her knees for me.” you hear him chock up a wad of spit as it hangs down from his mouth to yours. catching it on your tongue, he closes your mouth and makes you swallow it.

“say thank you.”

“thank you eren!” you cry up to him. god, you were so fucking pretty, eren thought.

“first rule, you cum only when i tell you to.” you nod eagerly, eyes beaming up at him. he smiles down at you all cute and ready for him, “second rule, you do exactly as i say.” he grabs your red cheek and rubs his thumb across it softly, “last rule, you tap me twice if anything becomes too much for you.”

“is that good?”

“s good eren,” you reply, ready for whatever he wanted to give you. he grabs your faces and kisses it roughly, before pushing you back against the wall with his foot and landing a pretty little smack to the other side of your face.

“okay, now be a good little doll and suck my cock.”

your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, you loved being his little sex puppet. his eyes went from sparkling in the sunlight to dark and slicing into you. the muscles in his arm flexed as his grip on your hair tightened. his abs were moving up and down as he breathed deeply, you thought back to the countless times you saw him at the beach, wondering if a moment like this would ever happen. you were captivated by him, mouth watering at his towering physique.

currently, 12:55 pm

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

your eyes widened as you realized where you were. your hands worked to untie the elastic of his swim shorts and pull them down, releasing his thick cock and watching it smack his stomach. you immediately licked a thick stripe up his shaft, his hand pushing your head into him at the movement. you spat on your hand and mixed your saliva with his precum as you began to move your hand up and down his cock slowly, letting out little moans in the process. your hand held the base of his cock while the other played with his balls, eren’s thighs were shaking before you. god i want to make him feel like this forever. you let a fat glob of spit sink down from your mouth onto the tip of his cock as you slowly proceeded to wrap your lips around him.

“fuck y/n, that’s it girl,” eren’s words made you throb down to your core. you let your mouth sink down onto his cock until he reached the back of your throat, his hips jutted into you as you gagged. you came up for air, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. he let out a loud moan at the sight. you take him again, this time moving your hand and your mouth in sync. up. down. up. down. as you milked his sweet cock, eren guided your head with his fingers tangled in your hair, speeding up a little bit more every time. you two found a rhythm, his hips jutting into you as you moved your mouth and hand in time, saliva coating your swollen lips and cheeks. you took the liberty to sink your mouth all the way down on his cock, the tip tickling the back of your throat again, your forehead against his stomach. your hands brace themselves on his thighs as you swirl your head around on him, his hands pushing your head into him, as his hips move against your face.

“take deep breaths doll, deep breaths,” eren whined out. you nodded as you looked up at him, mascara covering your cheeks, taking deep breaths through your nose. your moans are high pitched, you removed a hand from his hips and reach down to touch your clit through your swimsuit, hoping to ease the aching in your cunt in the slightest. eren was losing it at the sight of you like this. marley’s richest little brat at the mercy of his cock. completely unwinding, a cum and spit covered mess, choking on his length. he watched you desperate trying to feel something as you touched yourself with sloppy movements, his eyes rolled back and crossed at the sight.

“shit, i’m gonna cum baby,” eren pulls his cock out of your mouth, and starts to pump it hard and fast, ready to release his load on your pretty face. you let your tongue hang out of your mouth for him and look up at him with your doe eyes, hands working at your clit harder. eren cries out your name as you feel your cheeks warm up with his hot cum.

“shit, shit, c’mere, fucking come here baby,” he lifts you up by your hair and brings you close to him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you put yours around his neck. he kisses you hard, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, eyebrows pursed in concentration. you feel eren’s hands begin to work at the knot around your kneck, growing frustrated he ends up ripping it off you.

you gasp and your hand flys to the back of your neck, “ugh! that was gucci spring ‘18 eren!” your eyebrows knitted in anger at him. he chuckled slyly.

“tell your parents to tip me good and maybe i can buy you a new one then huh?” he peels the swimsuit off of you, your naked body fully exposed to him. he pushes you back up on the counter, his lips never detaching from yours. your legs instinctively open for him, moaning into his mouth. “fuck, eren please—

“please what you little bitch? demanding now are we?” he teased you.

“it’s my turn, touch me,” you whine. he lands a sharp smack on your ass and you yelp in pain. his hand squeezes your cheeks and you open your mouth for him again. “take it,” eren growls and spits on your tongue.

“patience is a virtue dolly, you don’t tell me what to do,” eren says as he plunges two fingers into your slick. your head rolls back and hits the mirror behind you, “fuck!” you wail.

eren shows no mercy as his fingers fuck you rough and fast, not losing the pace anytime soon. your hand reached down to his wrist and pushes his fingers further inside of you, your hips pushing up into him as you begin to grind yourself onto his hand.

“look at you, you needy little bitch. getting yourself off on my hand, so filthy,” you whine at his words. he spits on your cunt and brings his other hand down to rub fast circles on your clit. your eyes roll back and tears start to roll down your face as your breath stops in your throat. “ren! fuck i—oh fuck baby please, i’m gonna cum!” you look eren dead in the eyes, crying for him to let you cum, your grip on his wrist tightening as your body shakes uncontrollably. the spout of the sink is digging into your back but you. don’t. care. you’re only thinking about eren letting you cum. he takes his hand off of your clit and pushes your face into his, kissing you harshly. “yeah baby, go ahead, cum for me.”

“o—oh!” your body jolts in pleasure and your cunt tightens around him. your mind turns into mush, the only thing you can say are pieces of eren’s name. you’re a babbling mess underneath him, as his fingers fuck you through your high, his lips resting on your forehead as you regain your breathing. eren looks at you again, this time softly, asking you for reassurance. you smile at him and nod your head through your haze, letting him know you’re okay. he wastes no time lifting your legs onto his shoulders, turning your body into a folded pretzel on what little counter space you have. he starts pumping his cock in his hand, already hard after what he just watched. he looks at you again, when you grab his jaw and kiss him hard. eyes never leaving each other’s as you begged against his lips, “eren, fuck me.”

you feel his thick cock ram into your plush cunt, eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping at the euphoric feeling. “so fucking tight doll,” eren mewls as you wrap your hands in his hair, his bun now falling down his back. he begins to slam in and out of you, the fast pace overwhelming both of you as the two of you desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, just wanting to feel close in that moment. you’re absolutely losing your mind at the feeling, drooling at the mouth as eren licks the falling spit off your face.

“look at you, you dumb little slut, taking my cock so well like a good l-little doll.” eren’s thrusts didn’t lose speed as he hiccuped through his words, “you’re doing so good for me sweet girl, so f-ucking good for me my baby.” your pussy clenches at his words, his hair falling down and tickling your face as your cheeks flushed red. eren lands a nice smack to your face and grabs your cheeks to force you to look at him, “who do you belong to? who’s pussy is this?”

your thighs shake, legs around his neck pushing him further into you. “i-it’s yours baby, f-uck, this pussy is fucking yours eren. take it, take it fuck!” you’re a babbling mess underneath him, he takes your throat in his hands and lightly squeezes it, using it as an anchor to thrust into you harder. tears are streaming down your cheeks, lip gloss smeared across your lips, you’re a complete, whiny mess, drowning in pleasure. he closes the gap between you two and leans forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, never losing an ounce of speed. your knees are folded against your shoulders, ass tilted upwards as eren thrusts down into you. your hair is sticking to your forehead with sweat, as you yank his head up from your breast to kiss him passionately. “i’m s-so c-close ‘ren,” he kisses the tears away from your eyes, taking in the sight before him.

your face is beat red and smeared with makeup, breasts bouncing with every thrust into you, your hands are gripped onto your thighs as you pull them back further into you, allowing eren to fill you up as far as he can. you look up at him desperately, mouthing the word “please” over and over again as you look up at him with tears in your eyes. he nods at you frantically whispering, “yes, yes, yes, i’m so close close doll, fuck.” both of you climbing your high, tangled together in the cramped bathroom. the mirror behind you is foggy, the imprint of eren’s hand slowly sliding down as he grabs your head and brings your foreheads together.

“yes, yes, yes, eren cum inside of me.. p-please cum inside of me,” you whisper into his lips. you wanted to feel every inch of him. eren’s eyes roll back at your words, tongue slipping out of his mouth, as he pants heavily, getting ready to release himself inside of you. “go ahead baby, cum for me,” eren whispers as your body jerks underneath him, stomach frantically moving up and down. you couldn’t take it anymore, foreheads still close together, you both cum in unison. you feel eren’s seed inside of you as you repeatedly slam the counter with your hand. “fuck, fuck, fuck! eren oh my god i feel you inside of me!” you scream as he rides out both of your highs. “o-oh my god y/n! fuck your cunt is so good, a-ah you did so good for me my sweet,” eren whispers sweet nothings into your ear, now becoming a babbling mess himself.

the two of you are caked in chlorine and sweat, covered in each other’s spit and cum, as eren slows his pace down. slowly pulling himself out of you, you both watch as his seed seeps out of your vagina. “fuck,” eren whispers, kneeling down and licking a fat stripe up your core, leaving the taste of you two mixed together in his mouth. your body jolts one last time at the sensation, as you try to regulate your staggered breathing. your eyes are closed tightly and your hands are still clenched in eren’s long hair as you try to calm yourself down. you feel eren kiss your forehead tenderly, running his hands back through your hair, trying to clean it up a bit.

“you okay?” eren asks softly. your eyes flutter open and land on his beautiful figure before you. he lowers your legs from his shoulders and lifts your body up to a comfortable sitting position on the counter. he takes the back of your head gently in his hands and places one soft kiss on your lips. “mm yeah i’m okay,” you whisper to him. your hands grab his wrists and bring both of his hands to your face, you kiss his knuckles as he says, “open,” one last time. you do as he says and he sticks his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, your lips closing around them, tongue twirling as you taste yourself on him. “you’re so pretty,” he says bluntly. your cheeks redden as you nuzzle your head into his neck.

the two of you are still in a haze as eren wipes you clean with a warm towel. “hm, i didn’t think you could be so sweet,” you tease. he looks up at you from his position on the ground, wiping in between your legs sweetly. “shut up,” he mumbles, expression turning into a scowl. you two had moved to the living room area of the pool house as you cleaned yourselves up.

you grabbed eren’s hair in your hands as you combed your fingers through his soft tresses, “hair tie,” you mumble.

“hm?”

“gimme your hair tie,” you open and close your hand a few times, beckoning him to give it to you. he places it in your hand as you comb his hair up into a bun, pulling some pieces from the front to frame his face. eren smiles at the sensation of someone other than himself doing his hair, “thanks,” he whispers under his breath, playing with his hands in his lap. “m’hm,” you hum in response.

“here,” he tosses his shirt at you, “—because your swim suit you know—

—yeah you ripped it,” you said with a straight face before breaking into a smirk.

“yeah.. i’ll get you a new one just like it. can’t promise it’ll be gucci though..”

“eren?” you ask.

“hm? what is it?” he says as he slips his swim shorts on. he looks down at you with a smug look.

“remember when i said i didn’t recognize you? i lied.. i knew it was you the minute you said your name over the intercom.”

“oh really? i never would have guessed!” he teased you as you roll your eyes and get up from your spot on the couch. you open the door to the pool house and hold it open for eren coming out behind you. you both squinted your eyes, putting a hand up to your face to block out some of the sun, neither of you had seen daylight for the past hour or so. you two looked a mess. as much as you tried to clean yourselves both yours and eren’s hair were tangled, greasy messes, your face was red and eren had scratch marks up and down his back. you were also in nothing but his shirt.

“try to leave quietly through the kitchen,” you whispered as you inched up to the sliding doors softly. eren nodded silently at you in response. it was only 2:30 so you were in the clear. you were the first to walk in the house when—

“hey sweetie! the brauns decided to bring the boat back in early! my god honey you look a mess!” your mother rushed up to you to begin prodding at your face. you quickly leaned up against the doorway in an attempt to hide eren who was crouched down behind you, waving your hand frantically behind you so only he could see, motioning him to just leave through the front and take the long way.

“haha! hi mommy! i-i know.. i went in the pool today and um.. yeah my hair didn’t dry properly. i was just coming into change into some proper clothes!”

“oh speaking of the pool.. that pool boy did an amazing job didn’t he? much cleaner than the last person we hired! did you get to speak to him hun was he nice?”

“o-oh!” eren squeezes your ass one more time before running off around the estate in nothing but his swim shorts, “h-he was actually very nice! i actually recognized him from somewhere before!”

“we should have him back shouldn’t we hun?” your mother gives your father a quick glance back, he hums mindlessly in agreement, too absorbed in his golf digest to listen. “what do you think sweetie?”

“oh yeah.. i mean he was just great!” really great. “cleaned every spot of the pool! we should definitely have him back!”

please have him back.

a/n: um besties what did we think?? i love pool boy surfer eren i think i will marry him.

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #aot imagines #eren jaeger imagines #eren x reader #☆—mitsery.smut

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Three Months - Part 2

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 7043 (wow oops)

Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles, swearing, angst, argument, mentions of weight loss, self harm and being used sexually, fingering, mentions of choking, rough sex, unprotected sex

Summary: A sixteen year old memory haunts [Y/N] and causes a disruption between the Ackles’

A/N: i deal with my issues by writing; hence this piece where jackles is calling me out because wow fuck i’m struggling with food rn. also i’ll be reblogging with tags later, still working on that shit lol part 1 *all mistakes are mine*

The Ackles’ took advantage of their first childless morning in months by indulging in morning sex that wasn’t interrupted by kids, shower sex without locking the door and sex against the fridge while making breakfast, which almost ended in the full evacuation of the entire condo block. Their fingers interlocked as they sat at the breakfast bar, scraps of egg was all that remained on the plate from their much needed breakfast.

“Do you remember when everyday started with sex?” Jensen asked.

“You mean when I liked mornings?” [Y/N] unintentionally snorted.

“Oh so that’s why you’re a moody bitch in the mornings now?” His tone was light and cheeky as a devilish grin painted his face.

“Wow and you’re still a dick!” She shot back. Both adults wore goofy smiles as their chuckles filled the apartment.

Fresh air tumbled in through the open balcony door, constant sounds of the city trailing in too, reminding her she wasn’t at home. On edge by the reminder she observed Jensen to ground herself. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and when he dipped his head small pieces would slip across his forehead, every time she’d put her hand through his hair and kiss him sweetly.

“You like the hair?” He asked brow softly cocked.

“It makes you look super soft.”

“You like that?”

“Mmmhmm, but I’m glad that bushy beard is gone. I did not enjoy making out with your facial hair, not to mention the oral wasn’t fun at all.”

“I still made you cum though,” he reminded her.

“Okay, it wasn’t not not fun,” she grinned timidly.

“We’ve got some time til the kids get here, I was thinking-”

“Jesus Jensen I honestly don’t think I can go again.”

“Is that all you think about Mrs Ackles?” He feigned disgust but only admiration showed in his eyes. “What I was thinking is, we could go meet some of the guys and gals,” his brows wiggled waiting for her answer.

“Oh no, I don’t think- we shouldn’t bother them on their day off,” [Y/N] replied as she hopped off the high barstool and headed for the bathroom.

“We won’t be bothering them at all,” he said following behind like a lost puppy.

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Oh c’mon they’re excited to meet you.”

“I know but- I just got here,” [Y/N] said halting in the hallway to glance at him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, that’s too much. How about I just text one of them?” Jensen suggested.

“No, just leave it, I’ll meet them another time-”

“Karl’s always-”

“Noooo! Jensen don’t,” she exclaimed darting to his side, her hands instantly splayed across his chest, her wide eyes flashing with panic.

“Oh I see,” he said with a snigger. His chin hit his chest and his pupils were reduced to slits as his head tilted to the side, “you’ve got a crush.”

“What? No I don’t,” she hissed taking a step back. Her pale skin flushed pink as her core temperature rose.

“[Y/N] I’ve been with you for fifteen years, I know what you’re like when you’ve got a crush and, you’ve got a crush,” he said. Rolling her eyes hard enough to hear she turned away from him and continued towards the bathroom. “Which character?” He followed at the back of her heels.

“Shut up Ackles.”

“I’m thinking Eomer from Lord Of The Rings, ama’right?”

Halting once again, she spun with a sharp glare and icy sigh, he wouldn’t drop this. “Fine okay! Yeah I do have a crush and it’s Reaper actually so, you’re wrong.”

“From Doom?” He quizzed.

“Yeah.”

“And you said you loved that movie because of The Rock!”

“That’s true- just Reaper happens to be a character in it y’know.”

"Oh I can’t wait to tell Karl,” Jensen said like a mischievous schoolboy.

“Jensen don’t you fucking dare!” [Y/N] lowly and calmly said while her nostrils flared. “I mean it.”

“I’m just kidding,” he chuckled, displaying his palms in defence. Before she even blinked he asked “so you ever had a naughty dream about him?” [Y/N]s mouth fell open as her hand swatted his bare chest. “Right okay, okay, no more, I promise.”

“We’ve been cooped up in here for two days, lets go out, I’ll take you to the set, we can christen my trailer?” Jensen suggested later that afternoon as they sat on the sofa.

“I dunno, the kids are coming soon.” [Y/N] replied, her eyes wandering the apartment as if in search for something to do.

“All the more reason to squeeze in a little trip and more sex, god knows we won’t get much of that, if any when the kids get here.” As much as Jensen loved his kids, he missed the sex life he had with [Y/N] before they come along, barely anything was a boundary, any time or any place, maybe it wasn’t just the kids part, it was probably the getting older part too that slowed it down.

His grin was wicked and when he wiggled his brows she tumbled forward in a fit of giggles, even after fifteen years together he was still trying to seduce her. “You can go, I’ve gotta tidy up before the kids get here,” she smiled.

“I can’t christen my trailer without you, that’s not how it works and plus this place is-” he scanned the spic and span open living, dining and kitchen area, “tidier than it’s ever been now that you’re here.”

“Y’know we don’t have to christen every place,” her tone was playful with a streak of frustration hiding underneath.

“It makes it special though, y’know how lonely I get without you, I like reminders and there’s nothing better than lying in bed or sitting on the sofa where I fucked you, especially when I can still smell you.”

“Okay wow you’re gross,” her eyes rolled as she shifted.

“C’mon let me show you around, let me fuck you,” he said reaching for her arm.

“I said NO!” She ejected from his side in a flash recoiling from him grasp, glaring past their reflections in the window she glanced out at the bustling city. The once stunning blue sky had turned murky, a grey hue seeping in and taking over. As if the devil himself had slipped into the apartment and perched on [Y/N]s shoulder to casually taunt her further her shoulder leaned against the glass.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Jensen rushed to her side with slumped shoulders and bent bowlegs.

“Nothing I just- I just got here and it’s like you don’t want to spend time with me.”

“Please don’t lie to me [Y/N],” he said cupping her face with a big hand as heartbreak laced his voice. “That’s not the reason.”

She dropped her shoulders and sighed heavily. “I’m just tired and drained.”

“Probably because you’re not eating enough,” he accused harshly as the warmth from his palm ripped from her jaw.

“What?”

“You’ve lost weight.”

“I didn’t mean to I promise,” she told him honestly.

“Even if it wasn’t intentional, something’s bothering you, what is it?”

“I dunno, probably just anxiety, not seeing you for three months, this whole pandemic, the state of the world in general, the list is endless.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” He asked, brows furrowing and jaw clenching.

“Because there’s nothing to tell.”

Jensen dropped his head, pushed his tongue into his cheek and sighed. “Y’know after fifteen years together, eleven years married and three kids, I thought we told each other everything, helped each other through anything.”

“Jensen please- it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like!”

“FINE!” She screeched back, “okay, fuck-” grasping her temples and leaning against the bitter slab of glass tears pickled her eyes. “It’s Chace.”

He was knocked off balance with her answer not realising they knew each other. “What about him?”

“It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter, it happened sixteen years ago-”

“A minute ago there was nothing to tell, now there is,” Jensen barked. “Did you sleep with him?”

“What? No!”

“Because if it was before us then it really is none of my business, we’ve all got exes.”

“For gods sake I didn’t sleep with Chace!”

“Then what’s the issue?” Jensen asked exasperated.

“Taylor!” She screamed with an unintentional stomp of her foot, “it’s fucking Taylor okay?!” Dark clouds swamped the sky, the sunlight was stripped away as if it was suddenly night time and there was rumbles in the distance honing in on their position.

“What’s he got to do with Chace?” Jensens mind was boggled, his thoughts running a million miles an hour trying to connect the dots that made no sense to him. “I don’t-”

“The guys Taylor told about me,” her voice was barely a whisper. Jensen knew, well he knew there was a group of guys, not specific individuals that had taken part in mocking her sexually after Taylor had disclosed the dirty details about his sex life with [Y/N]. “Chace was one of those guys.”

Jensens brows furrowed, the wind was knocked from his lungs and a green tint tainted his face. A rush of rage boiled his blood and transformed the sickly green glow of his skin to a flustered flushed red. “You lied?”

His voice was thick, cold and sharp, piercing straight into her gut. “About what? When?” She asked surprised and angered by his accusation.

“Yesterday after you came in and fucked me.” Those words sliced through her like a chefs holy grail knife. “You said there was nothing else going on, you said it was just the stress of travelling. Why didn’t you tell me about Chace?”

“I- I, didn’t know what to say? With covid I was sure I wouldn’t be able to meet anyone really anyway-”

“I’ve been working with him FOR MONTHS!” Jensen shouted with tight fists by his sides.

“It was sixteen years ago, he probably doesn’t even remember-”

“But you do! Were you ever gonna tell me?” She opened her mouth but nothing came out. “Jesus Christ [Y/N].” Jensens hand run through his hair, then he turned on his heel and headed for the exit. “I need some time.”

The thud of the door echoed around the walls as an eery silence engulfed the apartment and her hollow heart.

With Jade holding one of Jensens hands, Aurora holding the other and Finlay carrying his blanket waddling a few steps behind, the Ackles’ trudged along the clean hallway towards their apartment.

“I want mommy,” Fin said as he dragged his feet as if it was a chore to walk.

“The quicker you move, the sooner you’ll see her,” Jensen told him. Fin immediately trotted forward to join Jades side and take her hand. A sour taste coated Jensens tastebuds, he hadn’t spoken to [Y/N] since he left after their argument and here he was with their kids, no time to talk or apologise.

“That one?” Jade tore her hand from Jensens and pointed at a door.

“Yup,” Jensen said. Jade rushed to the door dragging Fin behind her. She snatched the handle and bolted in with her brother.

“Mommy!” Fin screamed.

“Moooommmm!” Jade shouted.

Roe remained attached to Jensens hand as they entered the apartment. Closing the door he took a quick minute to inhale a deep breath, hold it for thirty seconds then release it. Finlay was glued to his moms chest and Jade squeezed in at her side. [Y/N]s eyes were puffy, no doubt she’d cried herself dry while he was out. Nonetheless she was enthusiastic about seeing her babies. Eventually Roe let go of Jensens hand and fell into her moms arms too. God, that was all Jensen wanted to do, collapse into the safe embrace of her love.

The familiar sound of Matthew Lillards voice filled the apartment as Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster flashed on the large flatscreen. Jade had made a bed of blankets and pillows on the floor, laying star-fished and content by herself. Finlay was tucked in [Y/N]s arms, he held his comfort blanket and suckled the corner like he usually did. They had been trying to get the four year old to let go of his safety net, but right now [Y/N] needed her own, so she allowed him to delve into his comfort zone. Roe sat on Jensens knee on the opposite side of the sofa, his arm was curled around her waist and she was propped against his stomach.

Angst definitely filled the air, but so far the kids had been unaware of the tension between their parents, even Jade who was seven. Since Jensen came back to the apartment [Y/N] and him hadn’t spoke much, actually nothing was said unless it had to be. Dinner was quiet and somber, then the kids wanted to play hide and seek, but Jensen suggested watching a movie instead. He was physically drained due to the emotional toil of that morning and he just wanted to go to bed and bury his head in the pillow as if the softness would ease the ache inside his heart.

[Y/N]s chest was crushed, the light faded from her eyes and even her beautiful babies couldn’t reignite her flame. Not when her husband was sitting on the same sofa as her, yet so far away. She knew he needed time to process their argument, so she waited, calm on the outside and hideously freaking out on the inside.

“I want mommy,” Roe said tilting her head back to look at Jensen.

“Go get her then,” he encouraged softly as he removed the barrier of his arm.

Roe tumbled off his lap and crawled her way over the sofa, she tucked into her moms hip. “Noooo, go away-” Finlay whined as he pushed her away.

“Hey Fin, c’mon now, there’s plenty of space for Roe too,” [Y/N] told him. Finlay huffed but gave up the fight against his sister.

“Daddy come too?” Roe invited her dad to join them. Jensens eyes flicked to [Y/N]s, her face remained flat, but she showed no discomfort at him getting closer, so he shuffled along the sofa and plonked himself down beside Roe, who once again climbed onto his lap. Now there was a Roe sized gap between the adults, but it could have been the distance of the grand canyon. It hurt [Y/N] more that he was closer because it somehow pushed him further away. Catching a lump in her throat she lifted Finlay into the gap making him huff instantly.

“I’ll just be a minute, I’m going to the toilet,” she reassured him.

“I go too,” Finlay said.

“No, you don’t need to go, you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Barely fifteen feet from her family the tears started falling down her face as she jogged to the bathroom.

Her sobs drowned out Jensens footsteps, causing her to leap into the air with a squeal like a startled cat when his hand folded over her shoulder in the middle of the bedroom. “[Y/N].”

“Go back to the kids Jensen,” she muttered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie.

“We need to talk.”

“Not while they’re awake.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Really because you’re the one that walked out!” Her temper was about to blow, but her volume lowered. “I don’t know what’s got you so wound up about this-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He spat, closing in on her.

“Keep your voice down,” she said, straightening her back and gaining a few inches.

“Something felt off, I knew it, but I told myself that you just needed control! If I had known you were fucking me to hurt yourself, I’d never have let it happen.”

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking lie you wanted it to hurt,” he shouted with a pointed finger in her face. “You used me.”

Despite being completely dehydrated tears collected in [Y/N]s waterline. She had wanted it to hurt and it did. “I, I didn’t know- I’ve just- I’m so sorry Jensen.”

“Do you know how disgusting I feel?”

“I never meant it to be like that,” her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I- I’ve been struggling and- fuck things are just so overwhelming. Every-fucking-day I’ve had to not-” her breath hitched, her hands clutching her chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me things were this bad?” His fingers crushed her shoulders as he gently shook her, partially in anger, mostly through worry.

“Because you had enough on your plate, we’d just moved house, the pandemic was rampant, you had to leave me and the kids, you had a new job, with new coworkers and crew, a new place to live- me crying about something that happened sixteen years ago was the least of our priorities.”

“When I sent you messages about my day and mentioned Chace did it make you think of Taylor?” Her lips pressed into a thin line and she remained quiet. “THAT’S WHY I’m so fucking pissed! You’ve been going through this ALONE.” Silence engulfed the room for almost a minute as [Y/N] shuddered and Jensen fought to keep his temper from exploding. “I almost lost you. Remember me being by your side in the hospital?”

“That wasn’t the part Chace was involved in-”

“That doesn’t change a damn thing!”

“Jensen-” her breath hitched and her hands shook against his pecs. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to add any more pressure onto you.”

“Fuck baby, I don’t care what it is-” he cupped her face, his anger lines fading as fear settled in to soften his features, “tell me everything, even if it’ll be hard for me to hear. We go through everything together okay? Don’t shut me out.”

"I’m sorry,” she threw her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tight. His cologne wrapped her in a blanket as his hands found her waist. “I love you so much,” she said before her snot covered nose crashed onto his cheek and her lips found his.

At first Jensen froze, then he pulled her legs around his waist and moved his tongue with hers as he stepped backwards to the bed. “I hate when we fight,” she mumbled into his mouth. Her hands slid from his firm shoulders, up his thick neck and into his soft hair.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he told her. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth and his legs gave out descending them onto the bed.

Hearing those words from between his lips wedged a lump in her throat, the momentary rush of lust vanished completely. “I swear I didn’t mean to-,” she croaked as shame trampled her body and disgust lashed her soul. “Oh God I never- I’m sorry Jensen.”

“That’s over now okay?” He held her jaw and dipped his head to catch her eyes. “Forget about it.” [Y/N] gently nodded and bit her lip, Jensen nudged his forehead with hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“Mommy?” Finlay squawked from the doorway with his blanket tightly fisted in his hand dragging behind on the carpet.

Jensen bolted to his feet with [Y/N] in his arms, dropping to her pins she wiped her eyes and swiped her mouth. “What is it baby?”

“I need to go,” the shy four year old told his parents.

“You know where the toilet is,” Jensen said. Finlay nodded and went into the en suite without closing the door behind him. Jensen lightly sighed, “we still need to talk about this.”

“I know, but can we just have some time with the kids right now please?”

“Of course, we still have a movie to finish,” Jensen reminded her.

Jensen observed his kids in awe, the movie was over an hour long and not one of them had stirred besides toilet breaks, their eyes had been continuously glued to the tv determined to not miss a moment of the Scooby-Doo flick. He had picked Scooby because it was his wifes favourite cartoon and it was his silent way of comforting her when they weren’t on open-communication terms.

After their little spat in the bedroom the mood had lifted on the return to the living room, [Y/N] tucked into Jensens side on the sofa, her leg draped over his. Roe tucked herself in Jensens other side and Finlay, wanting to be close as possible to his mom plonked himself down on Jensens stomach, making sure to crush his balls for a moment in the adjustment process. Jade remained content on the floor surrounded by all the space in the world, she had her kingdom and she was happy.

The credits barely rolled when Jensen gently shouted “bath time!” Fin scampered off the sofa and bolted. Roes eyes widened and the sweetest ‘oh no’ slipped between her lips before she darted. “Y’know they don’t hate the bath, they just love being chased,” Jensen told [Y/N].

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled.

“Right Jadey-baby what do you wanna watch now?” Jensen asked their eldest.

“Monsters Uni,” Jade mumbled.

“Monsters Inc University it is then,” Jensen confirmed as he played with the buttons guiding the tv to his command, Jade was enthralled immediately before the movie even started.

“Oh no daddy Ackles the twins are missing!” [Y/N] exaggerated in a playful tone as she eyed her husband.

“We’re gonna have to send out a search party then huh?” The twins giggled from separate hiding spots sending a bolt of love through their parents hearts. Knowing full well where the kids were Jensen announced they should look behind the kitchen island, seconds later a small giggle and soft footsteps danced through the air as Finlay found a new hiding spot.

Jensen threaded his fingers with [Y/N]s and directed her towards the kitchen then dipped behind the kitchen island and shouted ‘gotcha.’

“They’re not here,” [Y/N] feigned shock.

“We just need to look somewhere else, we’ll try under the kitchen table.” The feet of a chair dragged across the tiles making a hideous screeching noise, then the gentle pitter patter of feet darted across the room, Roe had run to her brother. “We’ve got them this time,” Jensen announced enthusiastically. “One, two, three...” the adults once again shouted ‘gotcha’ and pretended to be dumbfounded when they didn’t discover the twins.

“Oh no where are the babies,” [Y/N] exclaimed.

“We’re not babies!” Roe shouted leaving her hiding spot to challenge her mom.

“There they are!” [Y/N] alerted Jensen.

“Here we come,” Jensen warned the kids who grabbed each others hand and ran to the master bedroom in a fit of giggles and excited screams. Instead of instantly following them, the adults gave the kids some time to find a new hiding spot. “Right where we need them,” he said proud of their tactical ambush.

“Right where I need you too,” [Y/N] perched on her tip toes, stabled herself against his chest and kissed him with an almighty force but at the same time gingerly as if she was holding herself back, which she was because she wanted to devour him right there in the hallway.

“In bed or in the tub?” Jensen asked, curiosity sprinkling his voice.

“Maybe both,” [Y/N] pulled away, taking a few steps backwards she curled her finger instructing him to follow, which he obeyed without hesitation. Catching up to her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. She pecked his forearm that crossed her chest. As they shimmied through the doorway two lumps under the bed covers exposed the twins’ new hiding spot. “I’m sure they came in here,” [Y/N] said.

“Lets check the cupboard,” Jensen said while placing his finger over his lips then pointing to the bed. [Y/N] nodded agreeing to the silent surprise attack. They creeped forward then leaped on the edge of the bed, their hands capturing a kid and fingers tickling them into fits of giggles and prayers to stop. Jensen pulled back the sheet, “gotcha this time.”

“Nooo daddy,” Finlay chuckled as he struggled to all fours in an attempted to escape Jensen.

“You ready for a bath?” [Y/N] asked Roe who shuffled closer and wrapped her arms her moms neck while nodding, she loved bath time and a small chase was just something she did because Finlay liked it.

Finlay was off the bed and running in circles around the room, Jensen feigning annoyance that his son was faster than him. Fin always needed extra encourage for bath time, it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he was just a little odd and hated being naked, when he was a toddler the only way to calm him in the bath was for him to have his blanket in there too, luckily they had grown him out of that. [Y/N] worried her own issues were rubbing off on her kids, she hated being naked, ever since she could remember, the only time she feels safe enough to not care is with Jensen.

“How about we start the bath and hopefully by the time it’s done daddy’s caught Fin.”

“I want a fizzer,” Roe said. She meant the kid friendly mini bath bombs that exploded with spurts of colour and bubbled along the surface of the water. “But I’m picking.”

“You always pick.”

“Yeah cos Fin doesn’t behave,” her four year old daughter declared matter of factly.

“Y’know who he got that from?” Roe raised her brows. “Daddy.”

“Yeah well, boys are dumb,” Roe said as her eyes rolled, she climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

[Y/N] couldn’t stifle the chuckle that burst in her stomach, kids were the funniest things and her heart swelled seeing her own so content. A screech from Finlay stole her attention, Jensen held their small son like a weight bar high in the air. “Be careful Jen,” she urged anxiously.

“Really babe?” He glared sinfully as if she’d said something extremely offensive, but lowered his arms to lessen her anxiety. “Have I ever dropped you?”

“No I know, just, y’know.”

“I know,” he reassured her with a cheeky wink. “I think daddy deserves a medal for catching the wild baby shark huh?”

“Nooooo!” Finlay shouted. “Mommy,” he pleaded for her help.

“Daddy’s right, he did a good job.” Her hand crawled over his shoulder and she whispered in his ear “I’ll give you something else you deserve later on.” Jensen gulped loudly and cleared his throat.

“C’mon I’m waiting,” Roe huffed from the doorway of the en suite with her arms folded.

“I’m ever so sorry madam,” Jensen said crossing the room with a worn out Fin relaxed in his arms. He was impressed and shocked to find out his four year old daughter had already twisted the knobs and blocked the drain to fill the bath. They were getting so big so fast, just the other day he could have sworn they were tiny little babies who screamed every time they were separated from each other.

Jensen kept the kids busy picking toys to play with while [Y/N] corrected the temperature to an enjoyable but safe heat for the twins. “Clothes off, c’mon,” he instructed the twins.

“Daddy help,” Roe said with her pink shirt scrunched to her chest. Jensen helped Roe out of her clothes and scooped her up under the armpits then gently dropped her into the bath. “Daddy the fizzers.”

“You need to get washed first remember,” [Y/N] said over her shoulder before focusing her full attention on coaxing Finlay out of his clothes. He nibbled his fingers and stood frozen in his little dinosaur boxers. “C’mon baby shark, in and out okay?” He barely nodded then pushed his boxers down to his ankles. “Good boy,” [Y/N] praised him and kissed his head.

“Right little man lets get you in the tub,” Jensen said scooping Fin up and placing him in the water, just as he had done with Roe moments before. Bath time always had the same routine; the chase, play time in the tub then the battle between kids and parents to wash hair and bodies, then the coaxing out of the tub. Sometimes it was a short routine, thirty minutes maximum, but other times it could end up taking over a couple of hours to make it through the process. Both parents were relieved that the structure was smooth sailing tonight.

Jensen wrapped Fin in a towel and rubbed his body while expressing playful growls and grumbles, [Y/N] copied the action with Roe.

“Nooo, stop daddy. Let me go,” Finlay muttered as he fought the enclosure of the blue towel.

Jensen allowed the towel to crash to the floor, freeing Finlay who dashed through the apartment as Jensen followed behind accompanied by a cheeky cackle.

A bath and especially the excitement of a bath bomb always wiped Roe out, cradled half asleep, covered in the towel in her moms arms she floated to the bedroom. Almost depleted of every ounce of energy, Roe remained boneless on the bed while [Y/N] put her PJs on. Jensen had already got Finlay in his PJs and tucked into bed.

“Can I go to bed?” A yawning Jade asked from the doorway.

“Yeah c’mon baby,” Jensen said plumping up the pillows.

“Are you sure you wanna sleep on the floor Jade?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yeah I gotta watch over my brother and sister and keep them safe,” she said pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“Y’know you’re a really really good big sister, I’m proud of you pickle,” Jensen kissed her cheek softly.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you too Jadey,” Jensen said stroking her chin.

“Night mom, love you.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

[Y/N] and Jensen said I love you to the conked out twins, each blissfully unaware of the kisses from their parents. They hovered by the open door for a few minutes watching over their babies. Jensen tugged at her shoulder and pulled the door closed, leaving it slightly ajar so a streak of light slashed through the room.

“What do you say I run another bath, just for us?” Jensen asked one brow raised and cheekily curved mirroring the corner of his mouth.

“Sounds good to me.”

Despite them being fully naked and bodies flush against one another Jensen remained soft, this moment wasn’t sexual, it was raw, deep and unsettling. To comfort himself he pulled her close to his chest, resting his head on her shoulder. Finally finding his voice he gently asked “you gonna tell me what’s going on?” [Y/N] sighed heavily. “Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

“I know, I know, I just- don’t want to.”

“You need to baby.” Jensen assured her with words and a firm squeeze. [Y/N] folded forward allowing her forehead to rest uncomfortably against her knees. “What’re you struggling with?”

“Please- don’t make me say it,” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Okay, just yes or no, alright?” She nodded silently. “Are you having urges towards pills?”

“No,” she muttered while shaking her head.

“What about something sharp?” [Y/N] recoiled instantly attempting to shrink herself into non-existence, he only held her tighter. “It’s okay baby, I’m here.

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered through soft sobs.

Jensen forcibly manoeuvred her shoulders, twisting her body his fingers graced her chin as he commanded her to look at him. “I love you okay? I love you more than anything. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but now I know what you’re dealing with, we’ll go through it together. I’ve watched you grow and learn for fifteen years, trust me, you’re incredible and so strong, and you’re the only one I want to spend my life with.” [Y/N] crumpled into his chest and clutched him tight, he held her while she cried and kissed her temple until she was quiet again.

He spent time washing her hair, not that it needed cleaned, but it was a form of intimacy they’d shared for years. The gentle scraping of her scalp with his padded fingers as the shampoo bubbled, the way he made sure he’d scooped all of her hair, the way he pulled her head back and kissed her forehead as he combed her hair with conditioner coated fingers and then held her hair like a rope to rinse the products out, it was all so delicate. He gracefully pecked her water sprinkled skin every so often causing her to throw her head back and gasp when his teeth grazed the gratifying spot between her neck and shoulder.

When he bit a little harder she moaned in a way that clamped his balls and sent shivers down his spine. Her knees broke the surface of the water as she slipped deeper with an unforgiving grip on his thighs. Blindly finding his hand she clutched it with both of hers and dragged it to her breast, forcing his palm flat against her small chest she gripped his hand making him grab her tit. She dug her nails into his hand forcing him to squeeze harder to the point a guttural moan filled the bathroom. Desperate for his touch she found his other hand and guided it down her body, straight to her entrance where she bucked against his flat palm.

Arranging his fingers aimlessly, his middle digit curved enough to slip through her outer walls. Starved for more she grabbed his wrist and shoved him down, his finger dove deeper and she shuddered. The water sloshed as she pleasured herself with his hand.

“You’re gonna flood the bathroom,” he smirked.

“I don’t care.”

“Well I do, c’mon out.” [Y/N] huffed as she flipped over and sat on his thighs, her hand grasping his throbbing dick. “Contain yourself til we get into bed,” he told her.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, on the floor or against the wall,” she groaned into his ear.

“Because you’ll probably wake the kids-”

Knowing her husband was right she reluctantly released his dick and exited the tub with a sour face. Without grabbing a towel to dry off she headed straight for the bed. He pulled the plug and the water spiralled down the drain with a dull gargling echoing through the pipes.

He entered the bedroom with his fingers trailing through his hair leaving it standing on end as droplets of water zigzagged down his skin. His dick stood mighty and proud, at attention and bobbed with each step closer, even from this distance she could see the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“C’mon baby,” she said holding out a limp wrist from her split-legged kneeling position on the bed. Jensen swallowed hard then dashed to the bed falling on top of her, his tongue hungrily playing with hers as their bodies rolled and their limbs tangled. [Y/N] mounted him, groaning when her bud rubbed against his shaft.

An unnerving bolt of lightening struck his core, jolting back he held his hands in the air. “No- nono, don’t do that.” That position, that moan, it was just like yesterday when she fucked him and that wasn’t going to happen tonight. They sat silent and still for a moment just looking at each other before she retreated from his lap to lay down on the bed, head against the pillow and legs split.

“Use me,” she said. His dick twitched and his jaw clenched. “C’mon do it,” she pushed.

With the fury of the pits of hell themselves fuelling his passion Jensen crushed both her wrists in one of his hands and slotted between her open thighs. Ravenous for full control he held back barks as she continued to goat him. “C’mon go for it-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he snarled as his free hand clamped her mouth and nose tightly, leaving her with no viable way to breathe.

Despite having the utmost trust in Jensen, being in a position where she had absolutely no control paralyses her with fear, every single time. Only with him there’s a calm ocean to comfort the panic, a summers heat to engulf the anxiety and the most dazzling green eyes to sooth her soul.

Although never feeling calmer, [Y/N]s body responded naturally to receiving no oxygen, her limbs shuddered and rattled as she struggled under his bodyweight. When her eyes bulged and the tears formed, Jensen removed his hand allowing her to sharply inhale the forbidden breath. Coughing and panting she muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everythi-”

“You won’t be truly sorry until the kids aren’t around-” he threatened, “for now just stay quiet.”

Without hesitation Jensen plunged his swollen head into her wanting hole, breath snatched from her, she attempted to yell out. “What did I say?” His fingers tightened around her wrists, a warning to watch herself. After a gentle nod confirming she was still present and willing Jensen rocked his hips, his thick shaft dragged along her inner walls as her hole circled his girth tightly. “You’re gonna lay there a take it,” he told her while adamantly driving his length deeper into her at a frantic pace.

[Y/N]s betrayal burned through him like an unstoppable wildfire on the hottest day of the summer, he was drained and bone-dry, every inch available to catch alight and disintegrate between her legs and lips. He wanted to scream at her at the top of his lungs, call her a bitch, wrap his hand around her throat until she was scratching at him to let her go, shove her face into the floor as he fucked her from behind and used her like she used him, but instead he shelved those needs and nibbled on her ear. “I’ll make it fucking hurt,” he hissed before letting go of the reigns and pounding into her unforgivingly.

His thrusts were so violent and fast she couldn’t catch a breath, her lungs burned as much as her hammered entrance was filled to capacity. He kept her wrists bound in his hand, his other hand forcing her down into the mattress with fingertips digging into her hip reminding her where she was and what was happening.

A purely animalistic growl burst from Jensen. “Fuckin’ hell!” It wasn’t a lust fuelled wanton outpour, it was a heart splitting in two devastated whine. The bones in her wrists cracked when he squeezed tighter, his hips bucked harder and relentlessly plunged his stone column into her deepest spot over and over again. Finally, her hip sang with freedom from his grip, but the pillow beside her started squealing as it took a beating. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”Jensen shouted with one last hefty punch to the pillow as he completely stilled between her legs. “I can’t,” he said between deep pants, “this isn’t- I need to hold you, make sure you don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said before kissing his taught jaw softly and rolling her hips to manoeuvre his dick inside her, “my whole world is right here.”

Jensen buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply as if he knew he wouldn’t have the capability to smell soon. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” His hands crushed her body in a brutal embrace as he held her closer and rocked his hips in time with hers trying to get impossibly close, close enough to become one.

“I love you too,” she groaned into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry-”

“Ssshhh baby,” he whispered trailing his hand between their bodies, “it’s okay, let me make you feel good.”

“Oh f-,” she whined when his fingertips graced her clit and pushed the button to wind the coil buried deep inside of her.

Barely rocking and without an inch of space between them they fast approached their climax, while embraced in each others arms both parties were terrifyingly afraid to let go in case the other would vanish into thin air.

“Jensen, please-” she begged unable to dangle on the edge any longer, she needed to hit the peak with him, tumble through the comedown in his arms, know they were alright and everything was going to be okay.

Desperate for the weight to be lifted off his shoulders Jensen rubbed her clit furiously while maintaining a strict, tight rhythm of thrusts.

It all happened so fast, his needy declarations of love, his perfectly timed assault against her core and his hands tightening in her hair, it tipped her over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure dismantled her brain, rocked her body and shook her soul making her scream loud enough for God to hear as her orgasm ripped through her.

Enamoured by her wails Jensen was thrust into his own climax, he roared just as loud as she had when he exploded, his load painted her inner walls as he stilled inside of her until the very last drop of his seed dribbled out his swollen tip and was eaten by her hungry pussy.

“Fuck babe,” he mumbled into her neck between soft kisses as he rolled them through the comedown.

Her mouth was open, limbs were limp and eyes rolling back as he slipped his softening length from her hole. “I love you Jensen,” she moaned as he retreated letting the cool air nip her skin.

“I love you too baby,” he said, rolling over and pulling her into his chest, then before settling himself he made sure she was entirely covered by the sheet. “G’night.”

“Night,” she muttered already almost asleep.

Dampened thuds and muffled cries jolted [Y/N] and Jensen awake from the sweet paradise of sleep.

“Fuck we forgot to unlock the door,” she muttered still half asleep trying to find her way out of the bedsheet and Jensens limbs. Untangling herself she searched in the dark and flicked the light on, leaping out of bed she covered herself in Jensens shirt that lay on the floor from the day before.

The cries were coming from Finlay, his tell tail hitching of his breath eluding to his identity. “I’m coming baby,” she said while throwing Jensens boxers at him.

Darting to the bedroom door, the lock clicked and when she pulled the thick wooden plank open Finlay fell to his hands and knees at her feet. “What’s wrong baby?” She bent down and scooped him into her arms immediately.

“I hear the monsters,” Finlay said, fear overpowering his wide eyes. [Y/N] suspected he was hearing the fairly harsh wind outside, typically she’d take him back to his bed, make him feel better and coax him to stay while she returned to bed with Jensen, but tonight she was beyond exhausted and her emotions were extremely fragile, she didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

“Right c’mon baby, lets go to bed,” she smiled.

Jensen reached over and hugged her waist urging her back to bed. “What’s going on you guys?”

“Monsters,” Finlay said.

[Y/N] settled beside Jensen and both parents opened their arms inviting him in, but Fins brows were still furrowed and eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

“I want to be in the middle so the monsters can’t get me,” he said.

Jensen instantly rebounded and created space.“C’mon then buddy,” he said, “get in here.”

Finlay smiled wide and dived in, he scooted his back against Jensens torso and then rested his head on [Y/N]s chest, covering himself with his trusty blanket as he squeezed between his parents.

“Night little man,” Jensen said.

“Night daddy, night mommy,” Finlay muttered.

“Night baby,” [Y/N] kissed her sons forehead. Jensens firm hold on her dragged her back to sleep and she slept soundly in her boys arms for six straight hours.

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hansoulo · 3 years

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you’re just a bottomless pit

part one of “Pillar of Salt”

Pairing: Boba Fett/Princess!Reader (she/her pronouns, no Y/N)

Warnings: NSFW - explicit language, allusions to violence, discussions of mild harassment, mentions of being royalty, kissing, choking, light non-descriptive smut, slight elements of dubcon, boba’s a big dick gotta be what you have amirite

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: this is empire strikes back boba when he was just fucking around and finding out so i took a lot of liberties with canon don’t @ me. i offer u this picture as a helpful visual aid. merry christmas xx

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Darth Vader was to be a house guest, and you promptly dunked your head underneath your bathwater.

The perfumed pool burbled for a few seconds while you groaned, listless and in the throes of dramatics, but your attendant only clucked in sympathy. Mila was long accustomed to your disdain for the Imperials who had come to occupy more and more of the palace. So, it seemed, was everyone except the Imperials.

After a long moment you emerged from below the water, droplets of it clinging to your face and trailing into your mouth. “Another Lord?” you asked incredulously, groaning even louder when the servant nodded.

You swam the two short strokes it took to go from one end of the small pool to the other, then floated bare on your back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling. “Is he the one with all the strange…” motioning towards your mouth, you made a vague gesture. “Apparatus?”

“I believe so, your Highness.”

Humming noncommittally, you let your gaze trail off for a moment and stood rightside up again before returning to the bath’s edge. Its intricate tiles were cluttered with bottles, little glass tinctures and oils and soaps that all wrapped themselves around the room in a heady, heavy incense. You inhaled deeply and sighed. Lord Vader with the strange apparatus.

You couldn’t remember a time before your father, the sovereign ruler of Quas Killam, was a puppet for the permanently stationed General and a yes-man for Emperor Palpatine. Then again, you supposed it wasn’t really his fault his planet just happened to be Mid-Rim and full of exactly what the Empire needed. Being a yes-man was probably the only thing keeping his planet intact during the civil war that was supposedly raging right now.

But it was hard to feel sympathy for a man who dressed you up like a paper doll and never let your mother talk.

A soapy sponge was brought up against your back, smelling of lavender. Closing your eyes, you let Mila’s motherly hands scrub at your shoulders and arms until the skin tingled in a pleasant burn.

You picked at the tile grouts with a polished fingernail, head swimming with rows and rows of grey uniforms and white shelled armor. “Wonder why they’re here this time,” you said, speaking softly to no one in particular.

“Princess, if I may...” the older woman began.

“You may.”

“I believe they’re building another weapons factory to supply the Empire, in the north fields. Lord Vader was invited to oversee its induction.”

You kicked your legs lazily in the water, half-asleep and lulled into slowness by the refresher’s warm steam. “And I suppose he’s bringing along an entourage?” you asked, already knowing the answer. They always did, those Imperial sorts. It was just a question of how many and for how long they decided to stay, having taken any real power from your family royalty years ago after they’d discovered the trinium mines your planet was known for.

Your title had rotted of its relevance, made even lesser by the fact that you were the youngest daughter of seven. Your infant brother was being groomed for ventriloquism and you, you were being groomed for obsoletion.

Mila’s hands, roughened by years of laundry and lye soap, rubbed warm oils into your skin. “There was talk of a bounty hunter, your Highness.”

Your eyes shot open.

A bounty hunter?

⫸ ——— ——————————————————————————— ⫷

You saw him a few weeks later, in the flurry of transport arrivals and mindless, droning ceremony. It was only a flash of his helmet, but it was enough to keep your imagination spinning for days.

Whispers from entreating servants and talk from stormtroopers that couldn’t keep their mouths shut had informed you of his reputation, his station, and his name. Boba Fett.

A particularly loose-lipped security droid regaled you with rumors of his being hired by Lord Vader, hunting a man named Han out in the Outer Rim. Quas Killam was on their way, apparently, good for information and heavy on the underworld dealings you’d always been shielded from. Truthfully, you didn’t much care. You knew no one got close to the Empire without blood on their hands. Whether they be kings or bounty hunters.

When you actually talked to the man, having been caught trying to eavesdrop on the chamber meeting he happened to be exiting the moment you leaned your ear against the door, any delusions of decorum were shattered the moment he opened his mouth. “Out of the way.”

You bristled, gathering up your skirts in a huff as you stepped away. Rude.

He was taller than you thought he’d be. Taller and broader than he looked before back on the cargo bay, a mere smudge in your peripheral vision. Now that he was alone save for you in the cavernous hallway, his words echoed on the marble tile. So much for espionage.

“My father’s in that meeting,” you replied shortly, putting on airs and doing your best to look like your mother, regal and cold.

Boba only stood there, thumbing the notches of his blaster until he caught the thin sparkle of the diadem crowning your head. A scoff, dismissive. “Then out of the way, princess.”

It wasn’t the title that bothered you. After all, it’s not like he was wrong. It was the way he said it. It was… it was patronizing! Condescending. Absolute inappropriate to a person of your station.

And, if you were being honest with yourself, more than a little attractive.

You shifted your weight onto one hip, scowling. “Don’t call me that.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, static-y and made even rougher by his helmet. “What? Princess.”

Stars, you heard that word a million times a day for a million different reasons. His saying it shouldn’t have felt so warm in your mouth.

Before you could volley back a reply, something equally biting and smarmy, the double doors he stood in front of began to groan open again.

“Better scram, little one.” Boba jerked his head towards the sound of your father’s advancing footsteps. “Daddy’s coming.”

⫸ ——— ——————————————————————————— ⫷

You often dreamed about what it’d be like to leave. Your title. Your station. All the bloody bores that came along with it.

But you had never even been outside the palace grounds. Probably never would, unless your father found someone willing to marry a low-ranking princess and hoisted you over their shoulder, a piece for a game you were never taught and never allowed to play. You’d already resigned yourself to that fact and half-way convinced yourself you were okay with it. But prisons were still prisons. Even if they were made of silk.

On the eve of Lord Vader's departure, everyone in the palace was preoccupied. Your father was most likely schmoozing some Imperial officer. Your mother, in bed with yet another headache. Your governess spent the day preening over your younger brother and your handmaiden was nowhere to be seen. You had a sneaking suspicion she was with one of the guards in a dark hallway.

So you slipped out behind a servant’s entrance and looked for a place to breathe.

Hardly anyone knew about this part of the palace gardens. It was sequestered behind so many winding footpaths and barely-oiled gates that the security droids never bothered patrolling past the main entrance, making it simple to duck underneath the overgrown hedges. The air was quiet; heavy-scented with all the flowers that had been planted and forgotten, left to grow wild across the footpaths and be crushed underneath your feet.

You used to come here quite often, when you were younger and it was easier to slip away. There were long spaces in your memory made of cotton, with hazy sun-soaked afternoons and the fountain that somehow still spouted out streams of cold water from the hands of a statue, some relic of an ancient ruler who had long since died. It was only a small courtyard, made smaller by the thick surrounding hedges and large chunks of cobblestone, but it felt like a whole galaxy to you.

A few minutes passed, then an hour. Two hours. A long, slow, summer stretch of day that just confirmed the fact of your irrelevance. It was filled in only by the mindless reading of your holopad and a few short naps. But better out here alone than stuck back inside, surrounded by those insufferable stormtroopers.

Maybe you spoke too soon, because a few seconds later you were toe-to-toe with Boba Fett, your back pressed to the garden wall. Stars, you didn’t even hear him walk in.

You’d think by now you would have learned to be more careful. Listening and being listened in on.

The helmet tilted up and then down, examining your sour expression. Rolling your eyes, you slumped against the ivy-covered brick, still smarting from your encounter with him a few days prior. “Why are you here?” A haughty, affected wave of your hand. “Were you sent here to fetch me?”

The man straightened out, stepping back from you with a broadening of his already broad shoulders. Chips in his armor reflected tiny bits of sunlight, little silver speckles on green armor that looked even greener surrounded by wild flora. He hunted people for a living, so the fact that you were made quick work of didn’t really bother you. Still, it was a bit disappointing. Having to go back to the palace was the last thing you wanted.

“The king was concerned for your safety.”

Oh for Maker’s sake. “You mean he was concerned for his reputation.”

“I was told to find you-”

“-and bring me back so I could sit in a parlor and be supervised like a child.”

“Princess,” he sighed.

There was that word again.

A heavy swallow bobbed the lump in your throat, your chest flushed and littering the space between your bodies in a low buzz. You narrowed your eyes, not trusting your own head for something more articulate, and spit the question out. “What?”

He motioned towards the footpath, one hand resting on his belt. “Let’s go.”

You only crossed your arms with a raise of an eyebrow, mind floating an acknowledgement that you were very much acting like a child who needed to be supervised.

“I don’t make a habit of tracking down spoiled royalty.”

No one had ever called you spoiled before.

It was sort of refreshing.

The man cut an imposing figure, you’d give him that. With the helmet and blaster and… armor and such. You weren’t even entirely sure you remembered to put on real shoes before coming out here, still slippered and in stocking feet. What a pair you must’ve made. Incongruous.

You cocked your head and leant against the wall with the fabric of your dress swishing out around your ankles. Caught by warm, humid winds, its layers separated themselves into thin sails before falling down together again. Rhetorical questions were blooming alongside flowers. “Are spoiled royalty below your paygrade, then?”

A tip of his helmet said yes, yes they are.

You supposed as such, with the sort of reputation he had. Skilled bounty hunter. Feared mercenary. Expensive and coveted.

A lap dog.

Maybe there was more in common between you than you thought.

Another breeze whistled past, but the man in front of you was silent. “Well,” you finally spoke, brushing away the imaginary dirt on your dress. “I don’t make a habit of following around strange men, so we’re in a bit of a bind.”

There was an edge in his voice when you moved to walk away, a gloved grip snaking up and resting a deadweight on the back of your neck. You pushed up against him. Lothcat and mouse. You were both, but he was too. “I’m not telling you again, Princess.”

If he called you that again you were sure something would happen. What that something was you had no idea, but the epithet, mocking as it was, felt too good soaking in your sternum for it not to be a catalyst.

A breathy smirk left your lips when your hips canted downward and the gauzed fabric of your dress caught on his cuisse plate. “If I didn’t know any better,” you whispered, reaching to flatten your palms across his chest, “I’d say you almost enjoyed chasing me.”

The hand on your nape tightened and his leather fingerprints dug unspoken threats into your skin that simmered, burning up and down your spine. You faked a pout. “Shame you already caught me, isn’t it?”

The grip surrounding you loosened just slightly, letting your back slide down the garden wall whose ivy-covered stone dragged at your bodice back. A small voice chirped up in the back of your head, chiding you for dirtying the delicate fabric before you willed it away, done with listening.

Boba almost growled. “Don’t push your luck.”

“My, my,” you clucked, shaking your head. Your fingers trailed towards the edges of his helmet and traced stripes where his brow bone would be. They were gold. For vengeance. “Aren’t we feeling insolent today?”

The man underneath the beskar scoffed, the palm that was at the back of your neck now wrapping itself around your outstretched wrist and pulling your hand away. You let out a quiet whine of protest, both at the loss of contact and just to see what it might do to him to hear it. When he stiffened, leaning away with every muscle seeming to tense and release and tense again, you were unreasonably pleased. There was still red blood underneath all that red paint.

Boba’s voice was clipped when he finally replied; the vowels came through strained and raspy. “I could say the same for you.”

Yes, he probably could, couldn’t he?

Then again, maybe your two wrongs could cancel out into being right and not at all compromising.

It’s not like you really did anything erroneous. Well, besides the running away part. But that was par for the course for you. All that was new was… him. And his hands. And his being alone with you. Which could possibly be construed as something wrong and compromising but how wrong could it be, really, if neither of you did anything?

Of course, this all hinged on neither of you doing anything. Compromising.

“Take the helmet off and I’ll go with you,” you offered, knowing how juvenile you sounded. You just wanted to see if he’d hear you. If he’d listen.

He did.

Boot spurs clinked as he stalked towards you, closer than he was before. It was invasive; almost chest to chest with no room for breathing as you were pushed up against the wall again, and you were met with the revelation that whatever you were toying with was probably a really, really bad idea.

Static filled your ears from the husk of his vocoder. “You know I can take you back whether you want to or not.” The roof of your mouth went dry and you remembered how Boba’s palm spanned the entire back of your neck, cradled delicately by leather fingers. He could crush your throat in one hand. Squeeze until you went limp. You wouldn’t be able to stop him. “I don’t need your permission.”

Your thumbs reached up to the lock mechanisms on either side of his head anyway. “I know.”

Fire felt good when you were close enough to be warmed by it. Whether or not you’d be burned was left to be seen.

The helmet lifted with a soft click.

Truth be told, you’re surprised he let you do it.

You dangled the helm almost carelessly by your hip, curling your fingers around the lip of it whilst your other hand stayed hovering near his face. He looked a bit older than you imagined, mid-thirties maybe, scarred and stern-looking. Handsome.

You should’ve stopped while you were ahead but all you wanted—stupid, stubborn, and yearning for a plaything—was to feel the black curls cropped close to his ears. Which probably counted as compromising.

Without the modulator Boba’s voice was deeper, the rumbling kind of richness that was used to giving orders and used to having them followed. It bore down on you as a concrete weight. “I’m not a kind man, princess.”

He forgot that you were used to giving orders too.

The coarse material of his collar chafed your palm as you held it, gripping a lifeline, and tilted your mouth up to his ear. The softness of your voice disguised your intention. It sounded innocent when you whispered it. Gentle, even. “I never said I wanted you to be.”

His lips bruised you and tasted like salt.

It was all tongue, teeth, barely cloaked violence, pressed until your throat felt raw and your heartbeat dropped below the ground to join whatever was left of your dignity. When your knees buckled, a gloved hand settled large between your shoulder blades.

You didn’t think your first kiss would be like this.

Hypothetically it would have been clinical, fumbling and awkward in your own inexperience. Out in front of a crowd somewhere after you met the eyes of a stranger at the altar. Or maybe in secret, like it was now, with a tryst of boyhood and a peck on the cheek.

Boba Fett was a stranger, but he wasn’t a boy. And this wasn’t a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t realize he had lifted you up by your hips until you were placed back down again, his having crossed the few steps from the wall to the nearby fountain with arms firmly wrapped around your middle and not so much as a strain of his hips. His strength should have scared you. It did scare you, a little, but the same hands that had gripped the blaster still at his side were deceptively gentle around your waist. You let yourself be brought down by his bended knees.

“Easy there,” Boba said, still crouching on the ground beside you as you slowly lay back on the lip of the waterwork, white noise burbling from the quiet fixtures. The flat, curved slab surrounding the shallow pool was wide enough that you needn’t worry about balancing, speckled gray stone warmed from weather and soon by skin. There was one moment where Boba allowed you to catch your breath and then it was gone, knocked out of your lungs in another assiduous touch.

“Poor thing,” he mocked, sardonic even as he cooed gently into your open mouth. Your back arched in an unwitting presentation and blood pounded a drumbeat in your ears. All you could see was Boba; his face and his shoulders and his arms braced beside your head, leaning over your horizontal form. Like you were prey. Maybe you were. “What would your father say if he saw you like this?”

He wouldn’t be able to say anything. Would stand there, mouth agape and his eyes doing that strange bulging thing it always did when you did anything besides sew embroidery squares. Fainting wasn’t out of the question. It would be ridiculously fun to watch.

You huffed, chasing Boba’s mouth with your own when he shifted above you. The midday sun hung high, edging the bounty hunter’s tanned face in white. You could see your own eyes in the reflection of his pupils, could smell his warm skin. His canines scraped your collarbones. Everything was fast, blurry, and burning.

Stars above.

The whole situation was ridiculous. Twenty minutes ago you’d never been kissed on the mouth and now you were letting a killer-for-hire grope you like you were a back-alley harlot.

It wouldn’t end well. You’d curse after he left and hate yourself for letting him stay, because his staying would be brief and shallow and cruel, but right now, lying on the edge of a fountain with sunshine on your neck and a low voice in your ear, staying was the only thing you wanted him to do.

What an egregious lapse in judgement.

What a beautiful, electrifying lapse in judgement.

“You’re so—” a slurred pitchiness invaded your vocal chords, coating everything in bitter syrup. Your jaw was starting to numb from unforgiving lips. “—so rude,” you choked out, mind struggling to find footing amid its own dizziness. You felt like an overheating droid, full of bad code and faulty wiring that made your words and your actions discordant because even as you insulted the man, your hands were curling around his shoulders to pull him closer. “Always so rude, so… so mean to me. Makes me want—” you panted, voice breaking off into a whine when a calloused palm slid across the back of your thigh, “...want…”

His accent curled the consonants into a dance. “Want what, Princess?”

Expectant in their heaviness but teasing a smile in their lined corners, Boba’s eyes were the color of charred umber. Squirming in his arms, you nosed your face into the junction of his collarbones. “Want you,” you finally mumbled, admitting it in one long, pathetic exhale.

His promise had sharp teeth.

“You can have me.”

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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Internet Hottie

I have no clue what made this fic pop off the way it did but here you go a part two

part one

Enji Todoroki x Camgirl!Reader

warnings: smut, Sex work, cam show, masturbation, cum play, sugar daddy themes, black mail(ish), size kink, dd/lg,

word count: 3,000 (about)

summary: Enji is more than willing to pay the price of a private show if it means he gets to see how cute you are when you moan his name again, little does he know having the real deal right in fornt of him is only a chace encounter away.

“You know most people turn on their cameras for private shows, let me see you too,” you teased slowly running your hands over your arms feeling the fabric of the soft pink cardigin, raising it back up over your bare sholder.

Normally you were a little more careful with accepting private shows, but this pertuclar intrested you. You saw his username pop up almost every show, and he paid a lot of money too, but he never commented, normally guys that finatical about your shows would at least comment hello, or something nasty to get your attention. Not him though. So you were a little curious what exactly he was into, besides, you knew this one wasn’t going to skimp on the payment.

You had approved his request in just a few hours, even if you were still sore from the Endevour toy you’d ridden earler tonight, it wouldn’t kill you to do a little more tonight. You’d just have to makeup some excuse about pulling a muscule picking up heavy boxes or something to your day job.

what if I don’t want to show my face?

The message poped up on screen making you laugh. “ah you think I want to see your face handsome? I’m after something a little lower actually,” you teased.

Suddenly the camera of the mistery man flashed on the cammera pointed at his crotch. You gasped seeing him. He was naked, which wasn’t supprising. but his cock. good lord his cock was huge, bigger than any toy you had, thick around the base with a flushed head such a dark shade of red it was almost purple. his testicles were heavy-looking rested against his thighs wich were easily bigger than your head and coated with corse red hairs.

Are you just going to gape at me?

anouther message to distract you. You snapped your mouth shut and regained your compouser. you were the star here he was the fanboy you couldn’t let the dynamic shift.

“I’ll have you know most guys have to pay good money for me to ogel at their cocks like that, I’m a pretty girl you should feel honored, Do you have like a horse quirk or something?”

I am paying good moeny

fuck. you were still to distracted to come up with anything good. “you can unmute yourself, I want to see if there is a pretty voice to match that goregous cock,” you purred changing the subject. Hopefully, his voice was high pitched or annoying so you could stop drooling over him

“you’re no fun,” you pouted.

Are you always such a brat?

That made you smile, You were getting on his nerves. good. you batted your eye lashes and covered your face with your hand, pretending to be embaressed. “Sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to misbehave what was it you wanted me to do again?”

Enji fidgeted trying to get comfortable in his office chair, painfully aware you could see his smallest movements. your eyes trained on the computer screen, this was far too exposing for his tastes, he didn’t know how you could stoumach thousands of people looking at you like this.

But it was thrilling knowing that it was his cock that made you go completley silent for a few moments. It was his cock that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, maybe that’s what spurred you on. Then againt the moeny didn’t hurt either.

You were so pretty, and soft as ever in a too large pink sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder almost revealing your bare breasts but never doing so fully.

you settled on your knees and lifted the sweater up for him to see the soft skin of your upper thighs and your soft gray cotton panties. They were much less flashy than what you would normally where for a show but they were making Enji go feral.

It felt almost real, like you really were his little girl showing off your honyed cunt just for him. he couldn’t help but wonder if those were the kind of panties you wore in your day to day life. God what he wouldn’t give to breath in the musk of your scent right now.

“you’re cock is twitching so bad Daddy, why don’t you stroke it a little bit?” you prompted. It was true, his cock was painfully hard, begging to be touched,

Are you trying to tell me what to do?

He snapped back and watched you flush and mess whith the hem of your sweater nervously.

“That’s not what I ment, I just wanted to see you touch yourself,” you mumbled. He decided to appease you, he reached down wrapping one large hand around the base of his cock squeezing and causing precum to oze out the top before dibbling down his inflamed head. Like a good girl you watched with wrapped attention as he bobed his hand up and down easing some of the tension in his gut.

“you’re cock is so big, I don’t know if I could fit both of my hands around it,” you breathed

Who’s camming for who here? he typed

“Right! Sorry! what do you want me to do,” It was cute how egar you were to please

take out the Endevour toy and start jerking it off

Your eyes went wide “you aren’t going to make me ride it again are you?” He smiled to himself, where you scared of him? Scared about how much his cock was going to hurt as it ripped through you?

Just jerk it off for now and tell me how good it felt while it was inside of you.

Obedently you centered the toy in front of you and wrapped both your hands around the length slowly working your hands up and down, matching his pace, your small hands could wrap around the tip just fine but parted towards the thicker middle.

“It hurt a lot-” you admited. “-but it was so big it hit all the spots inside of me at once with out even trying, I’m supprised I didn’t squirt it kept hitting my G-spot over and over again. You can’t really see it but theres this vein right at the bottom that bumps my clit when I put it inside,” you described while Enji contuied to touch himself.

From this angel he could see clear down your top, he didn’t know if it was intentional or not but he could see your soft tits bounce and shift with each of your movements and it was hard to focus on anything else

Take off your panties

you pulled away from the toy and slid the soft gray fabric down your thighs. You crossed your legs blocking your soft pussy from veiw. He grunted with agrivation.

show me

“show you what? can’t you see all of me?” you asked sweetly.

show me your pussy or I’ll leave

“don’t leave,” you begged, your eyes went wide and instantly your legs spread showing him your drooling pussy.

“slut,” he mumbled to himself. “you didn’t even bother cleaning up your sopping pussy in between shows,” he growled his hand moving faster as you slid your figners over your lips parting your folds for him to get a close look

Pretty.

“Thank you? should I keep touching the toy or...”

hump it

You laid the Dildo down and carefully straddled it nessling it between your peach fuzz lips. You rested your hands on the bed and slowly started rocking back and forth, your clit rutting against the silicone veins.

How does it feel?

“I bet your cock would feel a lot better, Your cock is warm and moves, and if I was on your cock I get the rest of you. It feels good but at the end of the day plastic is plastic,” you sighed making his cock jump in his hand. it was hard to keep his composure like this. The image of you, real and in his arms slowly rolling your hips against his groin while you looked up at him with those perfect glittery eyes wasn’t helping

And what wold you do with ‘the rest of me’?

“I like kissing,” you muttered, the innocent answer almost took him by surprise.

“but I also think your hands are pretty big, I’d want you to finger me- or you know,”

I don’t know spell it out for me.

“choke me,” you admited. suddenly the fantasy in Enji’s mind dhifted, now you were grinding on his cock with tear filled eyes while he cut of your breathing, his tounge forcing it’s way into your mouth, fuck he wanted to taste you so bad. You had stated clearly and many times that you didn’t do in person meet ups, even if it was just for a date, but there was a chace you’d do it for the right price, and he was willing to pay any number you named right at that moment.

He pulled away from his cock at the last moment to keep himself from cumming too soon. again. His prick flowndered for a moment, searching for friction. you whinned losing your own personal show, but you kept riding the toy like a good obedent little slut.

Cum for me. then show me the mess you make.

You panted and started rutting your hips faster, your eyes glazing over as you chased your release, your mouth formed an O shape and a breathy moan fell from your parted lips as you came. you stayed there for a moment, gathering yourself agian before sitting back and puling up the sweater so he could see the transperent slick coating your thighs and sex.

play with your clit.

you whimpered and reached down between your legs stroking the sensitive bud causing your legs too twitch. must be hard on your poor pussy, going through three orgasums in one night.

He leaned closer, so close his warm breath fogged the computer screen and started fisting his cock again. he really did feel like a teenager, one finding poor for the first time and revleing in that unique voyerisum. It wasn’t long until his own cum was splattering his chest, again.

You watched as it happened with open facination. almost like you’d never seen someone cum so much before. Enji wouldn’t be supprised if he had a more semen than the average man, He was glad to have impressed you.

Leaving was far more awkward than in a live show, you didn’t just decide to close the streem instead he told you he was finished, paid his tab and left the call.

Enji grunted seeing the time. He had spent far to mch time toying with you tonight, there would be hell to pay tomorrow morning when he’d missed out on so much valuable sleep.

It had been a week and he hadn’t tried contacting you again. Not becuase he hadn’t wanted to, he had just been too busy to even entertain the notion of anouther private show.

But today was Wednesday which meant not only did he get off of work early today but also, you would be streaming tonight and he could blow off some steam. Just one more meeting with Hawks and he was free.

Endevour turned the corner heading twards his office when he froze. A familiar frame caught his attention. He trailed his eyes over your form. completely different from what he was used to seeing you in, you were dressed smartly in a black suit and skirt ensemble with sensible black pumps. your hair neatly slicked back from your face. but there was no denying you were the same person.

he watched your knock once on the door before entering. Through the widnow he saw you cross to where Hawks was sitting and hand him a cup of coffee. He had known Keigo was bringing his pa, a woman endevour had never met before, but he should have mentioned his personal assistant was a fucking cam girl. No wonder your schedual matched his so neetly, you were running on hero time.

Enji squared his shoulders and marched in. there was no way you would recognize him. He would stay proffecinoal and do his best to imagine you with clothes on.

“Here, keigo, four cream and seventeen sugars just how you like it,” you said handing your boss his redicoulous coffee order. he smiled and took a sip

“Thanks babe, perfect as always,” he cooed happily and you took a seat beside him waiting for Enedevour to arive.

“those things are going to kill you some day,” you commented watching him take anouther sip of coffee.

“I highly doubt the sugar is going to kill me before the bad guys do,” he teased then the door slamed open and the man of the hour walked in.

“Do you always barge into people’s offices like you own the place Hawks?” Endevour growled before sitting at his desk. You tried not to stare and be unprofessional but it was hard not to. He was just so big, his bulging muscles showed even under his clothes. You thought to last weeks live when you had used the toy themed after him and how sore you were after that. you were right, if you ever fucked him he’d brake you.

“not my fault you were late,” hawks shrugged. The older man glared, he looked about ready to hit your boss. an understandable feeling.

“whatever, lets get started. The-” Just as endevour began to speak Hawks’s phone rang. His work phone. He jumped and answered.

“sorry I have to run- (y/n) rescedual for me? maybe something tonight? yeah okay bye,” then he was gone. you sighed and turned to Endevour, who looked as pissed as ever.

“I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure you understand duty calls,” you apologized bowing slightly.

“Is he like this with everyone or does he enjoy annoying me particularly?” he asked making you laugh lightly.

“I think he likes to get under your skin, you should feel speical,” He was supprisingly fun to tease, you wouldn’t dare needle him the way you did Keigo but it wouldn’t hurt to rib him a little bit.

“A meeting later tonight won’t work for me,” he stated, knowing that you couldn’t make it either. If you had been planing on cancling the live he would have gotten the notifcation by now. you smiled polietly and nodded.

“okay let me check when we’ll be avalable again,” you said relaxing in the chait, before he could ask what you were doing, your eyes turned completley white, the iris and the puple both clouding over with a milky film.

“this friday at nine pm, does that work?” you asked, your eyes turning back to normal. Could you really see hawks’s full scedual in your mind? what a useful quirk. He wondered if he could buy you out, although it was a dangerous game if you worked for him. neither of you would get much done that way.

“is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” you asked, standing and smoothing out your skirt.

“yes atcually, I have a couple questions for you,”

“I’ll do my best to answer,”

“Does Keigo know he hired a porn star?”

Your breath caught in oyur throat and you almost choked. You’d been recognized in public before, but never by someone with status, no one who knew about your day job.

“He does,” you answered supprised at how calm you sonded. you just had to breath and remeber. You were star here, Endevour was just another creep who watched you. The thought of Endevour watching you while you made yourself cum sent a jolt through your body.

“if I’m not mistaken, he’s even watched a few of my shows,” you added just to gage his reaction. It had been legally required of you to disclose any other sorces of income you had, Hawks had just laughed it off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal, after threatening to subscribe to your OnlyFans that was. A threat he’d never followed through on.

“did he see the show where you screamed my name while fucking yourself?” Endevour asked standing casually and crossing over to the office door. one by one he drew the shudderes. Meaning no one could see into the office. your heart was hammering now, as you guessed where this was going.

“And what if the public knew that the woman behind the number two hero was secretly showing off her pussy for the whole world to see? what then?”

then you would lose your job you thought but instead you called his bluff.

“It would be a scandel I’m sure but it would be easily smoothed over, Hawks fans are younger more progressive, he’d probably get a lot of praise if he openly supported sex work and gave an interview where he talked about how he respects my bodly autonimy and my intlect.” you said with false confidence. in reality you knew the commision would rather throw you to the wolves than let you keep your job, but maybe Endevour didn’t know how disposable you really where.

“it would be another sotry if say, your fans found out you were watching my videos.” you said. he raised an eyebrow at you

“how so?”

“You’re audience is a lot older, more consrvative the’d be horifed at the thought,” you explained.

“To me it sounds like you’re lying,” Endevour said crossing over to you He lifted you up by the waist seting you down on his desk his harge arms caging you in.

“it souds to me like we both have pretty good reasons to keep quiet, the only question is what are you willing to give to buy my silence?” he purred reaching out and undoing the butons of your blazer, slipping the jacket off of your shoulders. His skin was so warm, his breath was beating down your neck. His eyes freezing you in place. you could barley speak he was so close.

“how about a private show?”

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7-wonders · 3 years

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For a little over a month now, you had been dating Duncan Shepherd, and it was...surprisingly low-key considering how high-profile he was. That's not to say that this is a bad thing. In fact, it's been really nice. Dinner dates at the backs of restaurants, movie nights at your place, even just driving aimlessly and talking with each other. Over the past month, you've gotten to really know the man that many magazines refer to as "untouchable," finding out that those assumptions are all lies. In fact, you've never been so comfortable in the beginning stages of a relationship with someone before.

Which is why you're waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You're not used to things going so good for you. Work, personal life, relationships--all manage to end up going in the opposite direction of where you wanted them to go. This is probably the reason that it took three weeks of Duncan chasing after you after meeting at a work conference (you'll never forget watching this 30-something man who had been covered in Forbes walk up to a group of late Millenials/early Gen Zs and look entirely out of his element) before you agreed to go out with him. You're just naturally guarded, and there's nothing wrong with that. But, you'll admit, it is nice to be vulnerable sometimes. Especially when that results in an extremely beautiful man taking out out and showering you with attention.

Said beautiful man is who makes your phone buzz on your desk. It's 3:30 on a Friday, and you're really not doing much work anyways.

"It's a beautiful day out, are you up for ditching work and going for a walk through the park?"

You feel yourself flush, as you always do whenever Duncan texts you. Before you can respond, another text comes in.

"Too late, I'm already outside your office."

Sure enough, you look up and see him chatting to your coworker. His eyes flick towards you, and he grins when he sees that you're shrugging your coat on. "Hi," you say shyly, a little flustered that he's here in your office right now.

"Hi. Hope I didn't interrupt any work."

"You did. I was very busy staring at my blank computer screen."

Duncan chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and leading you out of the office. you turn to wave goodbye to your coworker, who is currently fanning herself with her hand and mouthing "oh my god!"

"So what are you doing out of your office on a Friday afternoon?"

"Ah, they didn't have much use for me anyways." You laugh, knowing that's an obvious lie. His uncle would make him live at the office if he had the chance. "No, I figured I could take off a couple of hours early. Lord knows I've worked enough lately."

"You sure the world won't stop spinning because you're gone?"

Duncan grabs your hand, swinging it lightly as you cross a crosswalk. "If it does, at least I'm with you." You look up at him in pleased surprise, and he steals a kiss. "There is something I've been wanting to discuss with you, though. Figured this would be a good time to do it."

Oh god. The other shoe. "You're not married or something, are you?"

"No, I'm not married."

"Thank god," you breathe a literal sigh of relief.

"Was that really what you were worried about? That you were an unknowing mistress?"

"That, and that you might be a serial killer." You side-eye him. "Verdict's still out on that one."

He laughs. "I can promise you that neither of those are true."

"So what did you want to tell me? If you're not a married serial killer."

You come to a stop when Duncan does, staring at him as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. "Um, I...I have a child."

"A child?" He nods. "Like, a tiny human that shares your DNA?" Another nod.

"I understand that this might be a shock to you."

"No! No, it's not a shock. I'm just surprised, is all."

"I've never told any of the previous women I've dated about her, because typically the fling ends as just a fling, and her safety is something that I'm very protective of."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, Elizabeth. She's three."

You smile, the mental image of Duncan as a dad something intensely heartwarming.

"As I was saying, I don't typically tell my dates about her, but you and I are getting fairly serious and I don't want to hide such an important part of my life from you."

"We're getting serious, huh?" Duncan laughs lightly. "Can I call you my boyfriend?"

"As long as I can call you my girlfriend."

"Is your daughter's mother...around?"

"No. She stuck around for two months after Elizabeth was born, and then she left. We weren't dating for very long before she got pregnant. I told her that I wanted the baby, even if she didn't." Duncan shrugs. "I guess she didn't."

"I'm so sorry that you had to deal with that, Duncan."

"I'd rather raise my daughter to know she has one parent that loves her so much instead of one parent that loves her and one parent that doesn't care." Though he hasn't revealed much about his past, you do know that he has a complicated relationship with his family, which is probably where those feelings come from.

"Thank you for telling me. I'm glad that you trust me enough to talk about someone so precious to you."

"I want you in my life, (Y/N), hopefully for a long time, but I need you to know that she'll always come first."

Well, if you didn't think you were head over heels for him before, this solidifies it.

"If you're okay with it, I want you to meet her."

You look up in surprise. "You do?"

"Of course. I'm not going to tell you all of this just for you to not meet her."

"I'd love to!" you say quickly, not wanting him to think you're hesitant. "Would she be okay with it?"

Duncan nods. "I'll talk to her about it, but I don't see why not. Do you want to come over tonight? I can cook dinner, and you can actually see where I live."

You try not to show it, but your eyes widen. Not only would you be meeting his daughter, but now you'd be visiting his place for the first time. "Um, sure!"

"I'll text you, but does five work? That gives me some time after the nanny leaves."

"Five is great."

"You sure?" He smirks. "You look a little nervous."

"I'm sure." Duncan kisses you once more before bidding you farewell, leaving you to walk home and try not to internally freak out.

///

After spending way too much time figuring out what to wear before realizing you're meeting your boyfriend's three-year-old and not the Queen of England, you're at the address Duncan had texted you at approximately 5:05 (not too late, but also not punctual or, even worse, early). You shift from foot to foot nervously after knocking on the door of the townhouse, not quite sure if you should let yourself in.

Before you can make that decision, it's made for you when the door is opened by Duncan. He's grinning, barefoot and casual, with a tiny pair of arms wrapped around his neck and big blue eyes shyly gazing up at you from where a head is hidden against his shoulder. Instantly, your nerves melt away when you see that she's truly Duncan's carbon copy, from the eyes to the brown curls to the way she looks at you as if she's trying to figure you out.

"Hi, come in." Duncan ushers you in, kissing you on the cheek as he takes your coat. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Wine?" you ask before wondering if you can even drink wine when there's a small child around.

"Perfect, I already opened a bottle." Duncan looks at his daughter, brushing her curls back before whispering something in her ear. "(Y/N), this is my daughter, Elizabeth. Lizzie, this is Daddy's special friend, (Y/N), remember?"

"Hi Elizabeth, it's very nice to meet you," you say with a smile.

She looks up at you. "Hi," she says before burying her face in Duncan's shoulder again, making both you and him chuckle.

"The, uh, food's probably almost ready. It's chicken and rice, if you're okay with that."

"Definitely!"

"I wanted chicken nuggets, but Daddy said that's not 'date food,'" Elizabeth pipes up. You laugh as Duncan blushes.

"That's where your dad and I disagree, because I would eat chicken nuggets every night if I could."

She grins, and you feel like you just won the lottery. "Me too."

"Can I set you down, sweetie? I have to check the stove," Duncan explains. He speaks to her so softly, which is such a change from the demanding man you see when he's on work calls, or the romantic who loves to make you flustered. Once she agrees, he puts her on the floor and she immediately runs off, presumably to the living room or her bedroom.

"She's so cute," you gush once she's out of earshot.

"Yeah, she is," he says fondly, moving something off of the stove before kissing you properly. "I think she likes you."

"You can tell?"

He shrugs. "Father's intuition."

"I wasn't sure if I should have brought her a gift, like a toy or something?"

"I'm glad you didn't. My mom spoils her rotten with toys, she has way more than she needs."

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Would you mind setting the table, actually?" He points to a cupboard. "Dishes are up there."

Everywhere you look, there's signs of the little girl that lives here, whether it be crayon artwork on the fridge or the kid plastic plates in the cupboard. You smile at a picture of Duncan pushing Elizabeth on a swing as you set down the plates and cutlery, Duncan putting dishes of food on the middle of the table.

"Elizabeth!" he calls. "Dinner's ready!" You can hear the pattering of her little feet before you see her sprinting into the dining room like she's racing Usain Bolt.

"Daddy, can I sit with (Y/N)?" she asks, making your heart almost explode.

"I don't know, you'd have to ask (Y/N)," he says, hiding a grin as he looks at you.

"(Y/N), can I sit with you?"

"Yeah." Your voice comes out as little more than a whisper due to how choked up you are, so you clear your throat and try again. "Yeah," you say, louder.

You sit down on the chair closest to Duncan, and Elizabeth clambers up onto your lap. Once she's comfy, she makes grabby hands at the plate that Duncan is making for her. Your hands hover awkwardly at your sides, not sure what to do. What if you move too fast and scare her off? No, that's with wild animals, not toddlers. Yet again, the decision of what to do is made for you when she gets her plate and begins to talk to you.

Throughout dinner, Duncan can hardly eat, so wrapped up in watching you interact with his daughter as you listen to every word she says and chat with her about whatever she's deemed more important than her food. He's not sure of the last time that he was ever this happy; maybe the day Elizabeth was born? Listening to you laugh at one of the jokes she learned at nursery school and has told at least a hundred times by now, he's sure that he made the right choice in saying that he wants you around for a while.

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whatanoof · 3 years

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I Wished for your Happiness

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

A/N: What if instead of Alistair wishing for his father’s greatness, he wished for his father to be happy in a universe where Reader died years prior?

I’ll admit, I was inspired by the Diana x Steve dynamic, and wanted Maxwell to have to go through the same emotional rollercoaster.

“Then I wish for your happiness, Daddy.”

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“Max!” Your eyes fly open and you bolt straight upright in a strange bed. A strangled gasp tears into your throat and you claw at your chest, searching for the source of the phantom pain. Something isn’t right.

You tear the covers off of your legs, stumbling onto the hardwood floor of a strange bedroom, in strange clothes, in a strange home. Where are you? The last thing you remember is the cold sterility of the hospital and Max’s tearful eyes. He was holding your hand, and his palm was sweaty, but you latched onto that sensation because it was better than focusing on the gaping hole in your chest.

But, this isn’t the hospital. And as you look out the window, you see that it’s not even New York. The Washington Monument shines in the distance. You’re in D.C. How did you get here? Where’s Max? A cold dread settles into your chest, where the phantom pain still throbs as your only tie to the memory that… you died. You’re hyperventilating, raggeds breaths dragging in and out of your chest. Have to calm down, find out what’s going on. You clutch your chest as you stumble back to sit on the bed. You died. So how…? Is this the afterlife?

There’s a mirror on the wall right outside of the bedroom. The woman staring back at you from the reflective glass isn’t you. This isn't your body. She has the same hair, similar features, and roughly the same body type, but it’s not you. Jesus Christ, you need to find Max. He’ll know what’s going on, and even if he doesn’t it will all be okay when you’re home with him again.

With new purpose in your stride, you walk to the closet, dress, and leave the apartment. You thank whatever god is out there for dropping you into a body so similar to your old one, because if you had needed to acclimatize to moving in a different weight and balance, you wouldn’t have made it out the door. It’s the small blessings.

Have to find Max. You get outside and start walking before you realize that you have no idea where you’re walking to. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because it’s like your body knows. It guides you down a street full of stores. Their windows are glaringly bright and colorful, boasting newer high-tech televisions and home tools. You catch a glimpse of a newspaper headline. It’s been two years since you died. Alistar will be so big now. Alistair.

You can’t believe it took you so long to remember the small boy with stars in his eyes. When you had first started dating Maxwell, he had made it clear to you that Alistair was a given in his life. You hadn’t minded, but as you found yourself falling for Max, you also found yourself falling in love with his son’s bright optimism and mischievous smiles. It seems that your memories are coming back selectively, but slowly.

A bright television screen catches your eye, and you slow down. There he is. He’s got a few more wrinkles, and his hair has been re-dyed recently, but that’s your Maxwell on the screen. Apparently, Black-Gold Corporation took off, just as he said it would. That’s where you will find him, you feel it just as strongly in your heart as the constant aching pain. Now, if only you could begin to find it.

---

The front office is a flurry of activity, with people shouting on phones and paper flying into the air with the constant breeze that seems to exist. It’s a product of the doors opening and shutting, and workers power-walking through the lobby, and it’s making it hard for you to focus or keep standing at all, because as soon as you walked through the doors, the force that guided you here has left, and all you have left to stand on is shaky legs that weren’t yours two hours ago. You approach the front desk tentatively, “Excuse me?”

The harried looking woman barely glances at you before shoving a form your way. “Mr. Lord is very busy right now ma’am, so if you will just fill out the form stating intent for your purchase of shares, we will add you to the waiting list.”

“Um, I don’t want to purchase shares.”

She stops then, and her piercing stare bores into you, “Well, I am very busy right now, so if there is nothing else…?”

A child’s voice screams your name, loud enough that everyone’s head turns to the source standing at the elevator with a pretty blond woman.

“Alistair!” You almost sob when you see him. You were right, he is so big, but he still has the same eyes and brilliant smile. He breaks into a run, and you rush towards him too, meeting in a bruising hug in the center of the room.

“You’re back! How are you back?” He’s crying, and you swipe the tears messily with your thumb as you fight to keep your own composure strong.

“I don’t know, Ali. I don’t know.” Fuck it. You let yourself cry. He’s here, you’re not alone anymore. “How did you recognize me, Ali, I’m not--”

He pulls away then and grabs your hands, a sternness beyond his years on his face. “You have to come. Something’s wrong with Daddy.” Cold dread spikes through your chest, and you stand wordlessly.

---

If you thought the front office was bad, the upper bullpen is an absolute hurricane of motion and voices. Alistair anchors you to reality, his tiny but strong hand leading you to a large frosted glass wall. There’s a door, and he pulls it open without hesitation. There are two men in the room, one relaxing in an armchair and the other poised behind a large desk. They stop talking when you enter, and you almost freeze with the severity of the gazes that land on you as Alistair shoves into the office. But the little boy is undeterred, marching right over to the man behind the desk and placing your hand into his.

“Alistair!” Max chuckles nervously, his gaze darting over to his apparent client. “Who is this?”

You’re frozen in time, gasping like a beached goldfish as you stare at Maxwell. You’d seen him on the television, but now he’s right here, and he’s so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time that you don’t know how your borrowed brain will ever be able to process it.

“She’s back” is all Alistair says before looking expectantly at you.

“Max?” You whisper.

He looks blankly at you for a second, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He doesn’t recognize you. How could he, when your real body is probably buried in a cemetery somewhere? Your heart sinks, but there is one thing you could try. “Lorrie, it’s me.”

His worried brow creases at the nickname, “How do yo--” He stops, and recognition floods his face like headlights. “No. That’s impossible.” He turns to the man in the chair across from the desk, “Get out.”

The man all but hightails it out of there, but you’re only vaguely aware of it because you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Max, who’s apparently having a crisis.

He chuckles, the look in his eyes slightly wild as he shakes a finger at you, “That was a clever trick. I don’t know how you did it, but you won’t fool me. Amazing, how you changed your appearance like that--”

“Lorrie, please. I know I don’t look like me, but the last thing I remember is the accident. And the hospital.” You choke back a whimper at the memory of the burning pain, and the phantom in your chest pulses brighter and sends another streak of agony through your body. “I’m back. I don’t know how.”

“No, no no no no, you died. I buried you.” His hand falls away from yours, and he begins pacing. He whips back to you suddenly, “I’m hallucinating. This is all some figment of imagination, right? From the stone, that stone. I knew there could be side-effects like this but--”

“Lorrie.” You know that you shouldn’t push while he’s in this state of desperate rationalization, so you simply try to pack every vulnerable emotion into that one word. You try to implicate every feeling you’ve ever had for him, those mornings waking up next to him, the sunny picnics around the Washington Monument with Alistair, and the heat that you felt every night with him.

“Tell me you’re not here.” He grabs your hand, kneeling in front of you as he presses it to his forehead. His hair tickles your fingers, and you raise your other hand to brush it out of his face. “Tell me that you’re not her. Because if you’re back... “ He takes a shaky breath. “I didn’t wish for it.”

“I wished for you to be happy, Daddy.” You had almost forgotten that Alistair was still here. His eyes are staring through you to your soul, his lower lip is trembling and he’s shifting from side to side as he watches you. “She made you happy.”

Max’s head snaps up at that, focusing first on his son, then turning to you with a piercing intensity. All you can do is shrug at the silent question in his eyes, “I woke up like this?”

The joke falls flat, but it’s all that he needs. His arms are around you before you can blink, his nose burrowed into the crook of your neck. Alistair collides with your leg, his other arm going to hook around his father’s, and you relax into the hug. Your arm settles on Alistair’s head, and you stroke his hair. You let out a breath that you didn’t know that you’d been holding, because it’s all going to be fine now. Come what may, you’re together. You’ll do anything within your power to hold onto your regained treasure.

#maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #alistair lord #fluff #lil bit of angst #hc that kids are pure enough to see through the stone glamour for resurrected loved ones #alistair is nothing if not pure

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whump-town · 3 years

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God’s Gonna Cut You Down

Hear me out: I have no idea what this is but I’ve got three thousand words of this shit and it just keeps coming so before I throw myself into this new project, I’m gonna let you guys dip your toes in and see if you guys like and then I’m going to keep going anyways but--

Anyways, stay tuned for my rendition of Hotch’s backstory:

November 2, 1971

Virginia in the fall finds itself choking on tourists ambling about wherever they can find a high spot to rest. Stopping to watch deer jump out from the underbrush or hear receding birds shrieking their discontent at being found. The mountains draw in lots of attention but they’re hard to miss from a distance and there’s something about woods that draw the curious dangerously close. Moths to the light, there’s something about hearing the woods call out that never makes people question things as much as they should. Never thinking to back away until it’s too late.

In a 50s Crosley station wagon, Aaron Hotchner is born silently. His father’s large hand over his still, pale chest as he makes no move to draw in a breath. It’s the woods calling his unnamed body-- attempting to lure the baby away from the life that awaits him. In the woods, deep where there is no warmth or chills only comfort and ease. Where he’ll never know the sting of the palm urging his little lungs to work across his face. He’ll be safe from the monsters that await him in the future he doesn’t have to have if he just comes to the woods. To their safety and their love.

Two blue eyes crack open and for a moment all that is shared in that car is silence. Stuck right between life and death, abated breath. A soft whimper leaves the newborn’s bluing lips, squirming his limbs as he struggles on in this life that he has chosen. His mother pulls herself up to look at her son and husband, fearful of both of their silences that seem to continue to stretch dangerously on. She’s meant only with fear and the sight of her baby’s struggling limbs falling limply as his little chest remains still.

“He’s not breathing, Mary.”

Aaron Hotchner is born during heavy rainfall, a peculiar way to find Virginia in November. The chill of the outside air rests heavily over him and when he is placed on his mother’s chest she recoils from the feeling. Shocked and overcome with fear for the child she has felt grow within her. The baby who delivered such strong kicks to her ribs and bladder now still and unmoving on her chest.

“We have to go to the hospital.”

Clutched to his mother’s breast, she makes whispered promises. Attempting to lure her baby closer, to be louder than the woods her husband speeds through. Come home. Come home. She brushes her finger through the mess on his face, wet and sticky. His little arms and legs are drawn tightly to his chest as he rocks back and forth as the car barrels down the road.

“Just stay,” she pleads. “I’ll protect you.”

The hospital tears them three ways.

His father’s angered shout sounding out behind him, making him jump, and for the first time in all his life, he gives a lively jerk. Little eyes peeling back open and lips parting. “Did daddy scare you?” a nurse coos. She rubs her finger along his sternum, making him squirm away from her and the unpleasant feeling. “There you are, sweetie. Go ahead and cry for me. Let me hear those lungs.” They press a stethoscope to his chest, listening to his lungs and attaching wires onto him. Still nothing.

“He’s a little bluish, hands and feet too.” A nurse coos, trying to get some reaction out of the baby seemingly content on just staring back and allowing his limbs to be pulled and moved at their will. “Heart rate is good. Respirations low, no cry. He’s about a four on the Apgar.” Not good but it’s something.

A priest is called in the dead of the night. He comes down the long winding hall, seemingly floating along a breeze as his long coat snaps back from his waist as he walks. The night is unsettled, he can feel it where his ribs meet his sternum. Just over his heart. Death walks alongside him but it’s not a race, it is up to neither to see how tonight turns.

The priest enters the room without a knock, the room’s occupants wait for him. He can feel their unease fill the room to its brim. What a way, he thinks, to greet a child into the world. No wonder the poor thing finds itself in such trouble so soon. Born to young parents, not the youngest he’s seen but they still carry that light in their eyes he only sees in the young anymore. He officiated their wedding, the first person to greet them into this new world as Mary and Richard Hotchner. Since that day nearly a decade ago, he has been called to their side many times. The Lord has not found this couple as fruitful as their peers. Much younger couples, in and out of wedlock, have conceived and brought babies to term.

Today, the priest prepares to pray for another poor soul. To recite scripture and confirm that all in due time, Mary and Richard must have faith. God will give them their chance. Maybe not this time or the times before that but in time. Everyone has their time.

The old priest hovers over Aaron, wrinkled hand resting just over where Richard’s had willing life into his little chest. His palm is met with warmth and if there was a diving rod for the religious, he would know it. As he knows here the shaky breathes of the newborn awaiting the most important decisions of his short life. “He has a good heart,” the old priest croaks. He moves from the bassinet, smiling at Mary.

She’s a beautiful woman, with or without the bruises marring her pale flesh. The old priest takes her hand, stroking the back of her knuckles while she watches him with fear. She already mourns the child, he feels it. “Born into the rain,” he whispers, with a hopeful smile. “A symbol of promising harvest, you know.” He glances at Richard, sees that distrust and anger that burns brightly in the tall, thin man. He speaks to Richard now, draws the young man in with a voice as old as time itself. “God,” the priest promises, “he’ll do right by your family, Richard. Have faith in him, in that boy.”

Mary sniffles, shooting a glance at her husband before turning to the priest. “We’re going to name him Aaron,” she tells him, shivering as though feverish. With a shaky smile, she pulls her blanket over her arms, hiding them from view under the look of drawing her limbs closer to draw comfort.

The old priest forces a smile, “it’s a good name. Strong. The name of Moses’ older brother, as I’m sure you already know.” There was once a time when Mary was just a girl in his Sunday school classes with lopsided pigtails and a bright, eager smile. Smart as a whip, it’s what he thought would get her out of this suffocating town. She got herself stuck in Richard’s fence, wire cutting down to the bone, and she learned to stop moving. Now they wait for the flies or something bigger, something worse to come along and end her suffering. No farmer with his sawed-off shut gun. A slow, bleeding end.

Aaron, the priest repeats back to himself. Exalted. Enlightened. He looks over at the bassinet, to the little fist the baby has curled around one of the wires snaking in and around his body.

Bearer of martyrs.

With a sad sigh, the priest already knows that boy’s fate.

#ps his eyes are blue bc some babies are born with blue eyes that darken overtime #don't overthink it #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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goldenlaquer · 3 years

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HELLO!!!

Todays a special day aint it? The day you were put into this world and one year closer to being taken out🥺

I hate too sound like a broken record but i just have to say that i truly do love you professor

The way you write honestly is mesmerizing and is outstanding, the way you describe people and the environment is just ungodly. The way you keep it all japanese and even write about the kimono’s and shoes the reader wear. How it really just immerses the reader into the story. the witty banter between characters, how perfect you write everyone and how nothing ever seems forced oh my gosh bro if you wrote a book id buy it in a heartbeat

The past year(two?) of me following this blog has been an absolute joy, not a second has been dull here and its always filled with such hilarious comments or love and i will always be here for it

i just love the way you have drawn such handsome OC’s and made ur whole following simp for them. how you do MORE than just drawing someone and going “yeah its gintama” but you actually give them a story and personalities that just make them oh so much more loveable

i really enjoy the way you interact with ur followers and how amazing you are and im sorry for running out of new words and for making this sound like a strange love letter but honestly why not lmao

ur such a cool person and you make my experience on tumblr truly so enjoyable and i wish you so much luck and love

(i apologize for this being all over the place but i just had to make sure i get this in before i forget-)

DaddyProfessor GoldenLaquer, Happy Birthday.

Oh my god oh lord jesus h christ and his little lambs. Look at what you’ve done, you’ve made me all mushy.

Seriously. I’m choking up for real. I am not ‘one year closer’ to being taken out— this is it. THIS IS IT. Will not being living any longer than oct 1, will be meeting my maker as soon as midnight strikes, I’m dying today, here on my birthday. All because of you.

Can’t lie this week’s been kinda fucking me over, but you alone more than made up for it; I could fill 10 pages front to back right now but I don’t think it’d be enough to show you just how grateful and touched I am to receive such high praise and love. You’ve made me so happy (you always do) and I can’t thank you enough for it. I’m really so lucky to have met you and if there’s anything I did right in this lifetime, it’d be starting this blog and meeting so many amazing people such as yourself.

I’m gonna sound like a broken record too because if it weren’t for your encouragment, this blog really would’ve been packed up long ago. 2 years?! Damn, you’re one of the OGs you know that? I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that you’ve somehow found my blog. Can’t explain this other than that it must’ve been fate.

Thank you for being with me for so long. Thank you for apeshit over hot fictional men with me and diving head-long into my stupid and stupidest jokes. Thank you for giving me meaty interactions that make me feel more human rather than just some stranger on the internet. Thank you for giving me a love letter that might’ve been not too much trouble for you to write, but is the world to me. I’ve been feeling rather apathetic about my birthday this year (“Just another day of the year, no biggie”), but you’re the one who turned this day special— you truly made feel special, and for that, this is the best birthday ever. Thank you ⛷

#im leaking #actually #good soup

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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Demon Ruler Mc part 4

*the meeting with the Demon King, note that we have never met him so I just wrote him like an older version of Diavolo.*

Mc: So nice of you to meet me. It's such a great honor.

Demon king *From here on Dk*: I have heard many things about you so I was a bit curious.

Lucifer: I'm grateful that you made room in your busy schedule.

Dk: No problem. I heard something about my favorite dish being made for me so I couldn't resist.

Mc: That's the least I could do for you. So how should I address you? Your highness? Lord D, Big Daddy D?

Diavolo: * fork drops to the ground*

Lucifer: *choking*

Dk: You are bold, aren't you?

Diavolo: Surely these titles are of great honor in the human realm.

Mc: Yeah, let's just go with that.

Lucifer: Please watch what you are saying Mc.

Dk: Just address me as the great Demon King.

Mc: Okay, then great Demon King. I get straight to the point. I want to forge a pact with you.

Lucifer: Couldn't you wait a little to drop this bomb?

Diavolo: Mc moves fast.

Dk: A pact with you? Why would I ever do something like this?

Mc: There is no reason not to forge a pact and I simply state my goal. I know we have only just met and a pact is a big commitment that shouldn't be taken lightly. However, I'm absolutely serious about this.

Diavolo: Wow, this is how it must feel to be in a drama. I'm getting goosebumps.

Lucifer: *sighs*

Dk: I cannot remember ever seeing anyone as brazen as yourself.

Lucifer: *whispering* Should we get out of here?

Diavolo: No, this will be very interesting.

Dk: However, I'm not completely against your suggestion.

Mc: So you will consider it?

Dk: Maybe if you have something to offer me in return. Like your soul for example.

Mc: No thanks. I still need that but I can offer you a limited edition of "The day I suddenly became the human king". It's a very thought after item of high value.

Diavolo: Where did you get that?

Mc: From akuzon, of course.

Diavolo: Wow, even I heard of its rare nature.

Lucifer: You can't be serious.

Dk: Do you have that copy with you at the moment?

Mc: I have hidden it in a very secret and secure location. I have a picture of me holding it. Here see.

Dk: I see that you are a smart one. This item is very rare indeed. I have only heard legends about it.

Diavolo: Very impressive Mc. I'd forge a pact with you for an item such as this one.

Lucifer: *sighs* *mumbling* Why is everyone here such an idiot? I should've taken over years ago.

Mc: I have some other ultra rare items. Like this super limited and super illegal figurine of princess Diavolo. *shows a picture*

Diavolo: Wow that exists? Marvelous!

Dk: We have a lot to discuss that is for certain.

Lucifer: Why does such an item exist in the first place? I should investigate that.

*somewhere else in the devildom*

Levi: Man this copy "The day I suddenly became the human king" is so great, too bad Mc wants it back.

Belphie: A true shame, but at least we've got to play it.

Amso: What happened to that Princess Diavolo figurine that Mc made? I wanted to post a picture of it online.

Satan: Mc took it somewhere and said it might be a good tribute, whatever that means.

Belphie: Whatever it is, it's going to be a big pain in my butt, I can sense it.

Levi: You always say that.

#om #omswd #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me shall we date #obey me!#swdom #demon ruler mc #the figuine ended up in diavolos room right next to his bed

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years

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Those who liked that last post, here’s the long overDUE Kozik smutty smut.

A/N: this is a warning, if you are younger than 18, this is not for you. My blog is not for you.

WARNING: smut, mention off choking, and a daddy kink.

Thank you all so much for the love and support. Enjoy babes! Don’t forget to heart and reblog!

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Your best friend of almost ten years, Kozik, was dragging you to a bar for the second time this week. It was another SAMCRO rager, and you weren’t exactly thrilled. SAMCRO wasn’t really your speed, but they loved Kozzie and you did too. Of course you were in love with him. You would never say anything to him, but good lord. You found that man attractive.

“Ooh nana, look what you done started.” That song starts and you sway your hips to the beat.

Dancing away the next three hours, you find your way to the bar to find Kozik rather sober sitting a bar stool and you give him the sweetest smile.

“You have to work tomorrow right?” He chuckles, reaching out to catch you as you tumble towards him.

“Yeah, I’m kind of drunk.” You giggle, ringing his neck with your arms and falling into his warm, familiar chest. When his arms are wrapped totally around you, th the heat from his palms on your exposed lower back soaking into your chilled skin. Shivering from the sudden sweet intrusion, you hear him mutter something and then you feel the warmth of his sweatshirt around your shoulders like a warm blanket.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” He takes your hand and you head towards his truck. Once he’s secured you in, after a few failed attempts, he drops you at your house. Grabbing you before you hit the ground, he lifts you into his arms and carries you towards your bedroom.

“Kozzie,” you whisper, grabbing his face in your hands and staring into his eyes.

“Hi.” He smiles, tapping the end of your rosy nose with a gentle fingertip.

“Jesus christ.” You murmur, shoving away the thoughts that intruded your mind so suddenly. Number one, when had he gotten so close to you. Number two, why was he suddenly so attractive. He was oozing the aura of sexy biker and you couldn’t mouth shut.

“What?” He asks, looking. “What did I miss here?” He murmurs, unclasping the necklace from your neck and hanging it around the lamp. “Do you want to sleep in your shorts?” He asks, giving the tight denim a little tug. You shake your head no, reveling in the feel of his hands touching your hips before tugging your shorts down, exposing your black lace underwear. This caught him off guard and you can hear him suck in a breath.

“You like em?” You slur, wiggling your ass in his direction. His gaze drifts to your ass once more and you watch him lick his lips.

“Stop it, you’re drunk. Jesus Christ.” He swallows hard, giving a dry smile.

“I’m not that drunk. I think you’re hot.” You can’t help the breathy giggle that erupts from you as hug his neck breathing heavy against his neck.

“Jesus christ.” He growls, shoving you away from him. His heart jamming against his chest, his bottom sucked into his mouth, his hand scrubbing the back of his neck.

“Kozzie—“

“Don’t. You’re drunk. You don’t want this, do you?” He asks in a hushed whisper. Wide eyes meet yours, his dark with lust and wide with concern.

“Yes. Kozik. Jesus Christ, yes. I never have the confidence to tell you how fucking hot you are. All tall and strong, tatted out and spiky hair; you’re so fucking hot.” You declare, holding a hand out to him.

“But I- I never thought you’d—“

“I’d what? Yeah, Koz. I think you’re hot.” You smile, giving a couple slow blinks your eyes meeting his with a twinkle of lust in them and a smile on your pink lips.

“Jesus christ.” He mutters again, licking his lips once more and wringing his fingers. Your eyes catch his ringed fingers glinting in the light and you reach out, taking one hand and spreading his fingers apart. You shiver at the thought of those digits slowly sliding inside of you. Instinctively, you grab his neck and plant an urgent, needy kiss on his lips. He grabs you and hauls you against him. You gasp, gripping anything tangible attached to him. Heaven was real, you were sure now.

Kozik leans back, his eyes on you. “You sure that you wanna—“ You nod pulling him back in and letting his arms wrap around you. “Baby girl.” He whispers against your throat, leaving hot little kisses to chase the warmth of his breath.

“Kozzie.” You murmur, grabbing at the hair on the nape of his neck, but your hand just grips his neck. You nails bite into the skin as he grabs your ass with both hands. “Yes.” You hush into his ear, nibbling on the skin beneath the shell.

“You sure?” You grab his face in your hands.

“Herman Jack Kozik, I want—no. I need you to fuck my brains out. Do you understand? Don’t second guess me, I want you so bad.” You assure, kissing his bright red lips with your own swollen ones.

“Yeah. Damn baby. Yeah okay.” He nods, grabbing you and kissing you fervently while he tries to yank off his kutte and kick off his boots.

“Kozzie.” You egg him on, massaging his chest over his black tee shirt. Yanking at the hem of the fabric barricading you from his warm bare skin, he tugs the shirt over his head to reveal something you’d only ever seen a few times while swimming at the beach.

“What?”

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper, hands running down his chest and gripping his hips.

“Mmm baby.” He croons, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans and black briefs, yanking them down and off, exposing himself fully to you. Taking a moment to soak in the godlike statue of pure stone in front of you, you gasp, reaching down to grab his cock. With a couple strokes, you slowly lick your palm before reaching back down and stroking him so slowly a few more times.

“Kozzie, you’re so hard for me baby. You wanna slip it in my tight little wet pussy?” You whisper in his ear. Your tongue flicks out, licking his earlobe and kissing a trail from the sensitive skin under his ear to his throbbing cock.

“Yes, I wanna fuck you so hard.” He grunts, hands twining into your hair.

“Yeah?” You whisper, looking up at him through your lashes as you lick the tip of his cock. Griping your hair in silent protest for more, you oblige. Sinking your lips around his cock, you suck up and down, tongue licking from the base to the tip before you swallow him down once more. Grabbing your arms, Koz it’s you to your feet. You lips slip off him with a pop and he grunts at the sudden cool air that rushes his member. Grabbign your neck, he pulls you in for a deep kiss, his tongue battling yours.

Yanking your shirt, bra, and panties off, you crawl onto the bed, sticking your ass out for Kozik. You ex had you trained to get into this position. Kozik slides himself into you, warm and stretching you fully and comfortably. His hands slide up your sides and one wraps around your throat and he lifts you up on your knees and pulls you back against him. One hand around your throat and one hand gripping you breast, you feel Kozik slide in and out of your wet folds.

“Christ Kozzie, you’re so hot.” You murmur, and you’re suprised when he pulls completely out of you and grabs you, gently turning you over onto your back. He sits across from you and spreads his legs out passed you.

“Come sit.” He nods, patting his thigh like some kind of king. With your mouth slightly agape, you shrink against yourself. “No, no baby. Come here. Come here baby. Come ride this cock.” He assures, taking your hands and so gently guiding you towards him.

“No Kozzie, what if I—“

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures, pulling you into a warm hug against his chest. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you for the last ten years, trust me.” He whispers, letting you give him a confident nod and a little shy smile. Biting your bottom lip, you straddle his thighs, him lifting on thigh just a little to create a wonderful friction against your clit. You give a gasp, grinding down against him for a moment.

Your hands plant firmly against his chest, your fingers pressing into his clavicle.

You raise your hips up high enough.

He centers himself for you, and you sink down onto his hard, thick cock. Slowly you start to roll your hips in a slow sensual circle, grinding down a little onto his cock and lifting up before grinding down again. His fingers sneak down to your soaking wet slit, and he rubs your throbbing, aching ruby gently at first. A little harder, his fingers circling the swollen nub of pleasure, you feel yourself starting to rise to climax, and your grip his shoulders. “Kozzie.” You whimper, bouncing not very gracefully on his cock, bringing him with you to the high you were quickly approaching.

“Yes, baby. Yes. I’m close. Keep riding me, babygirl.” He husks, his gravelly voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Daddy.” You whisper, gripping his neck tightly.

“Of fuck, babygirl. Say that again.” He demands, hips jutting up to meet yours as little whimpers escape you while you roll fast circle against him.

“Daddy, I’m close.” You whine, pulling him in for a sweet, passionate kiss as your fall into ecstasy. Your juices cover his cock, sending him over the edge. He grips you tightly against his chest, his hot seed filling you.

“Jesus christ. I love you.” He whispers, grabbing you and giving you the sweetest warmest kiss you could imagine.

“I love you too.”

#Kozik smut #imagine #cute imagine #herman kozik imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik imagine #kozik oneshot #sons of anarchy #soa #Herman Kozik smut #Kozik soa smut #smut imagine

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kiss-my-freckle · 3 years

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8x16 Rewatch: Nicholas Obenrader

IRS storyline. Red’s friendly thief talks about someone going to Boston University. Another one going to college. Agnes will tie into their college storylines somehow. I love Red’s comment about Ressler. “Black shoes, cheap suit, flat stomach, regulation cut - don’t get me wrong, he’s bent, just not as bent as we’d like him to be.”

“Why must you always be early?” This ties in Ressler’s comment to Liz in Brothers. “Not on my watch.” Whatever happens, he’ll be early. Ressler informs the team. He knows a great deal about the Yakuza because of Mako Tanida.

Espinosa was building his golden parachute like The Director did. He takes a 10% cut from the 40% cut the crew is supposed to get. Red’s friend informs Neville. He’s boxing Espinosa just like he did Rudigger. Neville’s people have no reason to doubt Liz. He already knew she was an agent.

“She’s really good. But I think we’ll all be a lot better when this is done.” A nice hit to the note the woman from Paris left for Red. “You’re good. I’m better.” The worst has yet to come. “Liz’s mom abandoned her. She would never do the same to Agnes.” Aram has no clue why Katarina gave Liz up for adoption. She had no choice. Liz will realize this soon enough when her own child ends up in danger because Neville wants to kill her. Katarina didn’t make a mistake, Liz did.

The whole brother of Charles at the lake house reminds me of Liz’s comment about Ressler’s lake house when she spoke to Laurel Hitchin in 4x19.

Liz is so disrespectful. Anyway... Cooper sent Aram to Paris because he’s still unofficially working with Liz. Ressler last week, Aram this week. Cooper basically knew Aram would be meeting with Liz. I will blame the entire task force along with Liz for whatever happens to her and/or Agnes and/or Jennifer because they failed to arrest her and chose to work against Red instead. He’s their CI. Liz is not. Red put her on the blacklist for a reason. Panabaker put her on the wanted list for a reason.

“If I were you, I’d like the finish line.” Red’s comment is a nice kick back to his comment to Liz in Devlin’s episode, S5. “Our sprint to the finish. The bag is just out of reach now.”

I love Aram’s care for Agnes in this episode, but I laugh at Liz’s comment. “Where we live is quiet and peaceful.” A nice kickback to the scene cut in 7x13 for their War and Peace theme. Ressler's "But maybe this will help us." US being Keenler. A hearing aid that blocks out sound. Cut to Agnes' name on her passport meaning Peace. “Your daddy just always taught me to be ready for a rainy day.” This runs through The Freelancer in 8x5. “There's a number pre-programmed. You ask for Charlotte. You tell them you got caught in the rain and need to dry off.” It won’t be quiet and peaceful for long. Charlotte’s web is about to get tangled.

“I’ve done some awful things.” Liz kicking back to S3... again. “I have done... so many terrible things. I have hurt so many people."

“Whoever said crime doesn’t pay wasn’t very good at it.” When crime nearly costs Liz her daughter... she’ll understand what that truly means. It’s a dialogue that kicks back to The Ethicist in S6. “He did a cost-benefit analysis on these people, figured that the cost outweighed the benefits, and killed them because of it." Liz believes the benefit outweighs the cost. It doesn’t.

Finally, some Ressler action in a lake house.

Sikorsky’s official name is Ivan Stepanov. Red’s friend in the East. Officially, he’s SVR. Unofficially, he’s a high-ranking member of Zaslon. running black-ops around the globe. “Mobilize assets.”

Red doesn't expect Obenrader to reveal anything meaningful about Neville's organization. Obenrader knows the blowback it’ll have on his loved ones if he does. This is what Liz will have to worry about later. The blowback on her loved ones. More specifically, Jennifer and Agnes.

Whoever their inside man is, it’ll be a low-level agent like The Director’s friend in Zal Bin Hasaan’s episode. I’m expecting someone outside the task force, but close enough to tap the phone. They know Liz is using burners, so they had to tap Ressler’s. Yeah, another kickback to S3.

The task force can’t arrest Stepanov, so they’re letting Liz extract him. Because they chose to work with Liz and Ressler contacted her about Stepanov while having a tap on his phone, Neville’s own people got their hands on him first. Precisely the point. They just put Liz in the direct line of fire because Katarina was N-13 and she’s very much alive. I thought it’d be Paula who got into his line, but it was Neville’s people. Guarantee Stepanov can prove Katarina was N-13, and knows the identity of imposter Katarina. This knowing will be Liz’s downfall. He’s going to protect Red at all costs (tortured or not) because he and Red have been working on this project together for the past 30 years.

“Oh, my stars” is a common quote from Red. He used it in Lord Baltimore with Yaabari. "Let me guess, I stole something from you. A painting, jewelry.... your heart." Red’s new asset is gorgeous as hell. Priya Laghari.

“I want to be your angel.” - Red

Red pulls a fake shooting on Ressler and Park so as not to look like a CI in bed with the FBI. “Of course, a mystery is only as good as the story around it.” Red saying exactly what I’ve been saying about his real identity. It has to fit the story around it.

Alina Park is pretending to read Just Fly Away by Andrew McCarthy. “A powerful story about family secrets, first love, the limits of forgiveness, and finding your way in the world.”

“Like taking candy from a kid.” A hit to Rizal’s episode. This is where Agnes falls in, along with the dialogues about spoiling her rotten.

“You think you’re giving her a rope to hang herself. I fear you may be giving her a rope to hang all of us.” A nice hit back to 8x14. “I’m responsible for Mary Bremmer’s murder, Dembe’s torture, and I got nothing to show for it, except for another reminder that no matter how tight the noose, Reddington will always cheat the hangman." To be clear, Liz fully accepting responsibility for the murder of Mary Bremmer, so what comes to Jennifer will be on her. That whole washer necklace choking Mary through Liz’s Cyranoid. She didn’t specify that it brought her good luck, only that it brought her luck... because Tom Keen is bad luck.

A noose for Jennifer Reddington. Then Liz will have something to show for it.

Red is worried about Priya. He hired her to assassinate Neville.

He should be worried. This focal shot is a kickback to Roy Cain's episode in S7. His "knock on wood" will push back to Liz and her fate.

Purposeful stuff.

A kiss of death... like the woman from Paris kissing Red before injecting him. It also makes me think of The Apothecary, the Scotch. Just throw it in the bottle while he's gone and be done with it. While she may not kill Neville, I do think she’ll be the reason Red’s friend Ivan will survive. She’s a thief. "Items” include people. That's what Neville wants Priya to steal. She's gonna steal Ivan Stepanov. "Item" is how Red referred to Raymond’s bones in S5 and how they referred to Karakurt when he came in country in S2... items. Rakitin wasn’t worth the save.

The Stranger by Albert Gamus. The book Dembe was reading that Red starts to read. The novel is famous for its first lines: “Mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday, I don’t know.”

"Katarina Rostova was N-13. And Katarina Rostova is dead." Ivan Stepanov speaks truth. Red is N-13 because he's Katarina. SHE has been dead for 30 years. Of all people, the person who created the archive can prove who stole it in 1990. Expect Neville to be pissed because he's been chasing the wrong woman for 30 years. Ivan can reveal it all without revealing Red's real identity.

Neville’s comment about her innocence. “But Katarina Rostova was framed. Which means I dedicated my life to the hatred of an innocent woman.” This pushes back to Red’s comment in 8x2. “Is that the story she told you? She's a victim? An innocent wrongly accused?" What Ivan will be revealing to Neville. The real Katarina Rostova was no innocent. He knows Red is Katarina and he knows he’s dead either way because he created the archive that took Neville’s family. "Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are. You're the one who created the archive that destroyed my family." He’s gonna put Liz on the chopping block. "And I asked you to fly here so I could look you in the eye and tell you: I agree... for now." Because he has no idea she’s Katarina’s daughter, which means he has no idea she’s Red’s daughter.

Full drive through the rest of the season. The first person Neville would kill... is Liz.

#Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2 #Rederina #rewatch

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matth1w · 4 years

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Crucio

Pairing: PLATONIC Lucius Malfoy x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You were always close to your father, made him kind, loving, and what a father should be... Until the day the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor. After years of being disowned by your parents, you are reunited in a torturous way.

Warnings: Torture, Death

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 1,485 words

Note: I hope you enjoy it, love! I loved going back to Harry Potter ⚡️

As Requested by: @accio-boys

As a child, you always seemed a bit of a black sheep. Compared to your twin brother, Malfoy, you were kind, filled with genuine laughter, and very affectionate.

So affectionate that you had your father start to have moments of open emotion. He would smile down at you as you showed him your drawing and he’d reciprocate hugs given to him. He would even kiss your forehead as he tucked you in to bed each night.

Preparing for Hogwarts made you giddy with excitement. While your brother was concerned about making friends with only Pure-Bloods, you were excited to make new friends regardless.

As Draco selected his wand, you watched in anticipation and a bit of annoyance. You decided to walk down the aisles, tired of waiting. While you were skimming your fingers across the rows, you accidentally knocked into a shelf, causing a box to fall down.

Rather loudly, you might add. The sound of your mother’s heels grew towards you and you decided to simply own up to it. It was an accident after all.

You picked up the smooth box to bring to Mr. Ollivander. He turned from Draco who was proudly showing father his wand and looked at you curiously.

“What have you got there, child?” He mused.

You looked up sheepishly.

“I’m sorry sir. I bumped into the cabinet and it fell. It was too high for me to put back.”

He chuckled, “No need to fret. Give it here.” He held out his hand and you walked forward to give him the box, trying to avoid your father’s disapproving look.

Mr. Ollivander took the box and turned to put it back before he paused, “Well,” he turned around. “It wouldn’t be my first pick for a Malfoy but why don’t you try it out, love?”

You looked to your brother who was just radiating jealousy. He hated not being the center of attention. You nodded.

You looked on at the wand laying in the velvet within and reached out to touch it. It felt heavy in your hands but strangely comfortable. Like you would grow into it.

“Go on,” he politely pressed.

You smiled as you lifted the wand and looked to your father, who had a proud glimmer in his eyes.

You twirled the wand and a twirl of golden flowers popped out.

“It worked!” You exclaimed!

“Mum, Dad! Did you see that?”

They both chuckled at you, a rare moment where you got to see both their smiles and hear their laughs. It was a proud moment after all, their children were receiving their wands and would head off to Hogwarts soon enough.

“Ah. Interesting” Mr. Ollivander bemused. “Very noble wand, Y/N Malfoy.”

“Noble?” Your mother asked. A hint of irritation encasing the word.

“Why yes. One of the Black children had a similar wand.”

— — —

“Hmm” the hat pondered.

“Y/N Malfoy. Twin of Draco. Hmm.”

You squirmed.

“Very interesting.”

He whispered to you, “Try as you might I’m never wrong, child.”

He paused, his words made you fearful.

“Gryffindor!” His voice boomed as the hall fell into a hush.

— — —

Later that week...

“This must be a mistake, Severus.”

Your mother’s voice was hushed yet firm. Professor Snape’s eyes flicked to you before returning to your parents.

“The Sorting Hat does not make mistakes.”

“But a Malfoy! In Gryffindor? It is preposterous!”

Your father looked at you before leaning forward in his seat, “Is there anything we can do to convince the Headmaster?”

His lip curled at the pure mention of Dumbledore. He needn’t even speak his name.

Snape frowned before he spoke slowly. “I can try to convince him to move your daughter to Slytherin but I doubt it will work.”

He paused, “Narcisa, Lucius, you have my word I will watch over Y/N no matter where she is.”

He lowered his voice. “Though it may make things more... complicated.”

— — —

“But Mum, Dad! Where will I go?”

“How about those Weasley’s or maybe that Mud Blood’s home, hmm?”, your mother snarled at you.

You looked to your father desperately, hoping he would say otherwise but he just looked down at you with cold, hard eyes.

“Father...” tears began welling in your eyes.

His lip curled, “I am no father to you, child. You had your chance, you made your choice.”

He twirled his robe as he spun and stomped away, a flick of his wand slamming open the door and pushing you through it before it slammed in your face.

— — —

Six years later...

Lucius stepped into the room and saw the other Death Eaters already seared and staring at him. The Dark Lord demanded masks to be off for this meeting and now he knew why.

Voldemort wanted to see - wanted everyone to see - the look on his face when he saw.

Your body was suspended over the head of the table. Your eyes dancing around with unbridled fear and terror as they met your fathers’. Your hair was falling into the air, hanging like a curtain.

The child who brought him shame. But the one who always was and always would be his weakness. He knew it was wrong but he always loved you more than your brother.

It pained him to think back to the days you were still a good child. When he only needed to walk down a hall to see your face. So often smiling and bright.

He forced those memories, those feelings down with a rough swallow and tried to steel his face.

You had made your choice. He lost you many years ago, this was the only natural ending. He knew it. It was in the air. You would not leave this room alive.

You had your mother’s headstrong mindset. Nothing could convince you to join the Dark Lord. He knew that and he assumed the Dark Lord knew as well.

“My child,” Voldemort’s cold, grated fingers swirled down your neck, “You could have had it all. But instead, here you are.”

He snarled as he pulled away from you.

“And here you will die.”

You closed your eyes with finality. If that was the fate you would be given, so be it. You would rather have a honorable death than live a traitorous life.

“But first,” he paused. Seemingly thriving off the feral energy in the room.

“You will tell us everything about Harry Potter and his plans to defeat me.”

You tried to push down your fear. Harry and Hermoine he tried to teach you ways to combat torture. But if it was the Dark Lord himself performing the curses, you knew you would not stand a chance.

You would fight as hard as you could. Every minute spent on you gave the Army more time.

— — —

Two weeks had passed and you had broken three days ago. You didn’t know why you were still being tortured, you had no information left to give.

The sound of the metal door scraping across the stone floor made you jump. That sound meant only one of two things. Either the masked guard giving you bread and water, or...

Your father. The man who you loved more than anything in the world. The one whose arms you would run into whenever you scraped your knee.

Now, he was the one inflicting the torture sentenced upon you. Hollow eyes staring back at you as you begged him to stop, let you go, kill you, anything.

“Father,” you whimpered as his figure loomed over you. “Please.”

His eyes broke their hard, cold shell of apathy and you saw their pain that mirrored yours. There was no hiding it. His body was tired, you could see the toll it was taking. Coming each day to torture you. And now, it seemed more cruel. Voldemort had taken what he wanted.

Lucius tried to reason with him. Told him as much. But his master only sneered at him and told him to be grateful it was you being punished, not him.

“Please,” you begged. You forced yourself to your feet, legs shaking.

“I... I have given- ” you frowned.

“No... you have taken everything from me.” Lucius was surprised there was still anger in you. Still after all these days there was venom in your voice and fire in your eyes.

“Now Father... Daddy, please. Just do it already.” your voice softened before you choked out a sob.

Lucius stood staring at you, and he pocketed his wand. He stepped over to you and pulled you into his arms.

You cried more, it had been so long since he held you.

“Make it stop, Daddy, please.”

He held your frail body is in his arms. You felt so weak and so small. Tears came to his eyes as he mouthed the words and a haze of green encompassed your body.

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Brother Dearest Pt 15

Called off to meet up with some old school buddies Eddie was off for the day and with an early start you bought some flowers from Mrs Peppers stand and made your way to the cemetery. Right past the bustling city you found the zone of silence where the lost were laid to rest. Following the familiar path you found the trio of stones and already tearing up you nodded at Victor’s saying, “We have a friend a few lines over so we can give you a bit, Pipsqueak.” The pair of them kindly greeted your parents and uttered Steve’s name flatly and walked off saying, “If you need us we’re a call away.”

You nodded after passing them each a flower they kissed your cheeks in receiving and watched them go. Alone again your gaze dropped to the stone and in your green dress you lowered to crouch and set a single flower on your dad’s grave already feeling your face scrunch up.

The sniffle following in the drop of a tear down your cheek turned the heads of the guys seeing you wipe your cheek and look up trying to calm down reading the name etched in the polished stone. In a slightly squeaking whisper you said, “Hey Daddy.” Sniffling again. I’ve been away a while, I haven’t just been ignoring you. Got roped into nursing, Mom. But um,” weakly you squeaked out, “I’m ok. I’m back now.” Glancing down again leaving a flower for your mom too. “I, got medals. And my picture in the papers.” You sniffled again eyeing the final two flowers, “Daddy I don’t know if you could do what I can, but I can do so many things. But I swear I don’t use them unless I have to. And, I met Edie, she has a son few years younger than me. They were sent to these death camps. Broke out and we met in Paris, right after this big battle, it was huge. I think, even if I was a son you’d be proud of it…” hastily you wet your lips not knowing how deeply the words were hitting the men on the verge of tears staring at a practical stranger’s headstone they had helped bring home from the Civil War.

“And daddy I got my high school diploma, and all these schools have given me tours. Just visited Brown, going to Barnard next. You took those summer courses in Columbia that last year we had. And even President Truman invited us all out to the White House for a garden party, not sure what that entails. We met these brothers, we’re gonna be a family, me and Eddie spent the winter in Canada with them in their cabin. Got to see tons of animals and fish and hunt and even learn to cut down trees and make a bird feeder and little houses for them.” Again the guys were grinning.

“I’m not sure how school is going to go, or what’s going to happen. They’re not Catholic, or Jewish, so, who knows what some of the neighbors will say, but they’ve always been there and it really doesn’t matter. Because we’re safe now, and you’d love them Mom, you would too Dad. They bought our old building and we’re gonna fix it up, and maybe get a dog. Hopefully a huge fluffy one that loves to laze around and snuggle.” Sharply inhaling you wiped your other cheek dry, “We’re gonna do great things, you’ll see. And I’m not just going to be some housewife. I’m gonna work so hard, you’ll see, and I won’t ever forget what you both taught me.” Turning your head you said, “I just wish Steve, you could see it. Maybe then you wouldn’t have hated me so much. If you could have seen me grown up and know that I wasn’t your hassle anymore. Maybe you could have been an uncle, come around to talk, play charades or cards, helped to teach the kids the trumpet you could never get just right with those little lungs of yours.”

A flower was set down on his grave and James and Victor paced a lap through that row of stones to keep from racing back to you, “I think you could have been happy, after all this. We could have been friends. Heard you found a gal while you were in camp, our kids could have had a whole gaggle of cousins.” Again your voice cracked, “And you could have told me why-,” standing up you sniffled again holding the last flower you carried closer to the guys now turned to meet you that flanked you to see where you were going.

Victor’s arm wrapped around your back and he asked wiping away a stray tear, “You Alright?”

You nodded saying, “The Barnes’ are just over here.”

James, “Bucky then?”

You nodded, “Me and Eddie used to joke they might end up in lovers plots, side by side to the end of the line.”

James leaned over kissing your forehead, “They didn’t deserve you, you know.”

“The idiots still earned flowers at least. Never had any bodies to bury. Just stones. Bucky’s dad died hearing about him, his mom and sisters are still a few blocks over.”

Victor, “How old are they?”

“I think they were four when we left town.”

James, “How were his parents with you?”

“Not like Bucky. His dad owed money to the Brocks, drank a lot, used to play cards with them in the locked basement club.”

Victor, “Ah, so he knew who he was messing with when it came to you.”

You shrugged, “Stayed to himself most days, then he’d just show up, looking, mangled. Like he’d been drug around town and he’d come to the pool hall but he’d always swing at anyone but he wouldn’t touch me. One time I was in the back and he broke the door down and I was so scared but he saw me and turned away, started shouting for Dave breaking the other doors till he got thrown out. Used to think maybe, like my head zings. Maybe I did something to keep him away.”

Down the proper row you went and stopped at Bucky’s stone unsure of what to say just laying the flower on top of the stone. “I wish we could have known each other better, and you had more than just Steve to come after you in that camp. Bye Bucky.”

The pair eyed the picture of him left at the stone and turned with you. Warmly Victor’s lips met your forehead and he hummed out, “Come on, museum tour. Let’s go see what this state has to offer since our last visits.”

Museum of natural history, Museum of modern art, Brooklyn museum, New York historical society, Metropolitan museum of art three full days dedicated to soaking up all you could while Eddie relaxed enjoying time with his friends.

Each one opened for you and in a near grueling path through the city you managed simple tours of each. Including sections where the guys shared their own additions of events they had lived through with even a portrait they were both odd blob like figures in the back of they recalled exactly what had occurred while the artist was painting nearly making you burst out laughing. The last place being your safe haven, the crowning glory of your childhood, the New York Public Library.

“Ooh, lions.” Victor hummed snapping a picture of the one you were walking towards.

“This one’s Fortitude.” They glanced at you and you added, “The other one is named Patience.”

James, “So sweet.” Making you roll your eyes in his palm pressing to yours and fingers weaving together.

“Oh, good Lord…” Victor said tilting his head back inspecting the front hall of the library, “I should have expected this, but I didn’t… wow..”

Smirking to yourself you led the way in as the pair of architecture nerds adored each book and cranny of this place. You didn’t have long before it closed and there was just one stop you had to make. Straight to the office you went and were spotted right away by the little lady behind the counter who grinned widely. “Oh, there you are!” Giggling softly you approached the desk and James releases your hand so her hands on the counter between you could cradle yours in her loving gaze, “You’ve grown. Why the last time you were here you could barely see over the counter.” Making you smirk again. “Let’s get you a new library card, Miss Pear.”

After a step back her hands released yours and she said, “I will have you know it was stunning to have just stopped seeing you. Thought you might have been moved out of the city to relatives but then one day your face just popped up in the papers, receiving medals of valor and for service. Even out here there was an article President Truman himself was quoted in that you were among the most stunning of our returned heroes. Shot three times in service,” Her eyes focused on you while her hands continued to move through the task of making your card she filled out by memory. “Why I nearly choked on my breakfast reading that, but here you are intact and fully grown now. And that face, I could have known that face and smile anywhere. Welcome home my dear, to the state and the library.”

She looked at the men, “Why there wasn’t a weekend through school we wouldn’t find her curled up with a mountain of books just grinning as she blew through them. Wasn’t the same without you.” She said with her eyes on you again in her move to bring you the new card she folded into your palm, “Oh, I kept a list of all the new books for the sections you read through.”

Victor chuckled, “Sections?”

The woman nodded, “Any school would be thrilled to have such a mind among their alumni.”

Victor nodded, “We’re set to tour Barnard next week.”

She gasped, “Oh that is a great school! Well done!” Then she looked to the men sliding them two slips of paper, “Of you’ll fill these out I’ll have your cards out in a jiffy.” A stolen glimpse of the endless books and the hall of tables the men admired was all you were able before they had to lock up stirring grins on the faces of the guards recognizing you and welcoming you back again.

“I’m going to go make some meatloaf, loudly.” Victor said in a smirk earning an eye roll from you on your way up to the bedroom to change. James behind you smirked in removing his shoes he left by the door only to follow after you in Victor’s push to steal some time alone with you.

“I have a library card.” The words deepened the already spreading grin on his face in easing the door shut eyeing your excited twisting stance in the steps out of your heels unhooked in a backwards lift of each one to undo behind your back. It was a simple fact but the joy and pride in it had you as the most attractive person on the planet to him even more so than the rest of your days he utterly adored you.

“I noticed.” He hummed mirroring your steps closer. “It suits you, all those books…”

In the tracing of your fingers up his tie while you rose up on your toes he leaned in melting into the kiss clearly coming and a low hum left him in the hand stroking across his jaw, cheek and then into his hair. A dip of his later and at his side your legs were curled through his lifting you off the ground carrying to the bed. Over you he stretched out blindly weaving his legs with yours adoringly refusing to be the one to end the deepening lip lock. Under the vest you had undone muscles flexed against your palm sliding over the shirt covering his torso to clench on his back melting him even more against you. Sharply the phone by the bed rang making you flinch and break the kiss only to weakly chuckle. “Never did get used to phones. We never had one.”

Victor answered downstairs, and in a dip of James’ hand into his back pocket he pulled out his kerchief to wipe the lipstick off your face making you giggle again. “We don’t have to have one if you don’t like them.”

“We should have one. Just in case.” You said taking the cloth to wipe off his own face that when clean was stealing another kiss from you.

“Whatever you say,” stroking the side of your cheek in an adoring gaze, “I’m gonna build you an incredible library.”

“Careful, I may just take that as a proposal,” he wanted to smile, every muscle in his face wanted to shift into the biggest dopiest grin only to lose focus halfway in the warm lingering hold of your lips to his.

Again your lips broke and teasingly his nose stroked the side of yours in a ghost of his lips across yours, “I’m gonna build you that library and pack it with as many odd books as I can find that wouldn’t seem like a library would have them. All for you.”

Tracing a finger down his cheek his lips met the tip of your nose and your eyes eased from his blurry nose up to his refocusing adoring gaze, “What do you get out of it?”

“I get to build you a library, fill it and then watch you enjoy it.”

“That’s all?”

“It’s so much more than that, and you know it, My Darling.”

All at once in a moment his gaze flickered from unending adoration to something else in the press of his palm to mold against your cheek, “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” he hummed back brushing a thumb across your cheek tenderly.

“Looking at me like I’m leaving.” Over you it washed again his lifetime of loss before he had met you, up you leaned to close the distance closing his eyes again with a tender kiss. Down on the pillow your head laid again and his eyes scanned over your face puzzled at what to say, what could be the right thing to say knowing he could be facing that agonizing loss and betrayal of time again to be with you. “I read once before the big bang that created the universe there were millions of atoms just floating around together.”

“Really now,” he smirked melting into what he assumed to be you changing the subject.

“All the atoms in the universe were pressed together in this one cluster until it all exploded.” His brows inched up in amusement through a creeping grin at your soft blush prickling across your cheeks. “For 13.7 billion years we’ve been bumping around this universe,” Instantly his grin split into a wide smile, “The moment you opened that door I knew you. You bumped into me once and you hit me again, I felt like I’d been looking for you everywhere. You’re mine, I’m-,” Firmly his lips melted onto yours into a seemingly endless kiss leaving you breathless and him barely able to whisper.

“You are the most stunning creature on the planet with that endless mind of yours. One day there’s going to be billions of books available with a flick of your adorable finger and I’m gonna make sure we live to see it. I give you my word on that if I have to build it myself.”

“You are skirting dangerously close to-,”

“Oh trust me, I am going to propose, but it certainly won’t be in a room with clowns on the wallpaper in the john.” Unable to help it you melted into giggles through his own chuckles, nuzzling into his chest to just hold each other close sharing hopes for the future you would see shape together through the rest of your lives.

“Excited?” He rumbled in your move to sit up, his hand trailing down your back with fingers locking into your curled ponytail when he sat up in a gentle guiding hint to turn your head allowing him to kiss you again.

“About the clowns?” You teased making him chuckle again and drop his arm to rest around your side.

“Visiting Barnard. I do hope it’s better than Brown was.”

With a sigh your head tilted to rest against his shoulder, “Who knows. Maybe all I’ll end up as is a wife-,”

James scoffed, “You are not. No matter what you want we will make certain you get it. No matter how many etiquette blunder heads we have to sift through.”

Giggling softly you parroted back, “Blunder heads?”

He gave a curt nod, “Can’t think of a better insult right now without being rude. They’re just ladies following the path they’re allowed, we just need to break that path wide open. We can do it.”

“If I don’t kill anyone first.” Tilting your head back you said, “Oh, Momma Brock wanted us to go to Mass Sunday. Father Thomas wanted to speak with us. Did the same for all the boys coming home afterwards.”

James locked eyes with you in your shift back and he asked, “Did you want us to go?”

“You don’t have to. Not the most entertaining way to spend your Sunday.”

“It never is. I know our church used to last hours, tiny cramped with no heat or air circulation long before modern soaps and dental hygiene.”

“Oh, poor teddy bear.” That had you giggling in his scooping you up onto his lap smiling to himself at your forehead pressing to his, adoring the feel of your arms circling his shoulders. “What horrors you must have faced.”

“You have no idea. You think I smelled bad you should be glad you didn’t know half of my friends and neighbors. I am glad you did not have to live then with this adorably powerful nose of yours.”

“I would have lived in the woods.” Making him chuckle again in his next peck on your nose.

“I would have followed you there. No doubt you’d still smell like apples.” Kissing your nose again stirring another giggle from you.

With a wiggle of your shoulders your dress fell to the ground and a reach under your slip had your bra off and laying on the chair soon joined by your stockings and garter belt. Onto the bed you climbed and settled against the pillows brushing the covers down in a glance your way James smirked seeing your arms circling your legs pulled up to your chest. “I know that look.” He said tossing the tank top he threw on top of your clothes.

“Do you now?”

Undoing his belt he walked to the chair dropping his pants he added to the pile along with his socks then crossed to the bed to settle down beside you sliding his arm behind your back, “We have an early train.”

Sliding down on the bed as he did you turned onto your side, “I know that. There’s no look.”

Smirking through a chuckle he rumbled back shifting his head to face you brushing his nose against yours, “My mistake.” Planting his lips on yours in a loving kiss.

Afterwards he shifted with his free arm used to shut off the lamp by the bed then glanced your way in his adjusting the covers higher over you both smiling at your peck on his cheek. Tenderly your hand settled on top of his chest and deeply he exhaled in your fingertips gliding across his skin through the dark patch of hair. “My Dad had this picture, one I found in his book of favorite quotes. He had me on his chest, right here.” You said circling your fingers on that spot, “Used to say I wouldn’t sleep unless I was here. Do you think-,”

When your voice broke off his arm tightened around your back and he pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, “When we have children we can photograph them wherever you like on me.”

Softly you replied nestling your head against his cheek, “Thank you.”

“Victor wouldn’t let a moment go by undocumented. No doubt we’ll have ample with him as well. We will get through this together when the time comes.”

“How long did you want to wait?”

“For babies?” You nodded and he snuggled more around you after another kiss on your forehead, “After the wedding, few years at least if nature allows, so we can get you a firm footing. There’s no rush for all of that. We’ll get there, no pressure, just sleep.”

Lost in the middle of a ‘fun’ questionnaire at a club you had been somehow wrangled into once they had realized your name was the same as that of one of the potential students to woo James’ eyes turned to the den mother in charge of this side of the room’s sparse gentleman guests. “Miss Pear is quite the catch. Will she be moving close by?”

Eddie nodded saying, “We’ve got a place we’re going to fix up over the summer in Brooklyn, bit of a ride but it’s worth it.”

She nodded and forced a grin stating, “The four of you.” Again she forced a grin and asked, “Now, Mr Pear, clearly you two are related, but I am curious how, you two gentlemen are related to Miss Pear. We do have strict moral guidelines we wish from our pupils.”

James shifted a bit closer making her a bit nervous at first until she caught his gossiping grin, “If you can keep it a secret, a family ring is being resized. We’re an item now, but by September we’ll be engaged. And my brother Victor is gonna help us set up the house. Plenty of space.”

Eddie nodded, “Ample room, to grow into.”

She caught the hints and they could tell the silently tarnished reputation she had assumed that was also rippling through those you had met so far and withholding her gleeful gasp she said lowly, “Well that is just wonderful. And no doubt we will be honored to have her among the masses of minds to mold until situations change, that is.”

James smirked saying, “Call me a bit out of fashion, but, I admire her fire more than anything. Just that spunk to face anything. I wouldn’t dare try to smother that. For now family can wait, we all want to see how far she can go, and we can go, together.” She was stunned for a moment and he added, “This is a great school, it would be a shame to keep her here for just six months. Her father left funds for her schooling and we want to honor that, a sort of way to get his blessing for us.” Sentimentally her grin twitched wider and she turned to glance over the room allowing her a moment to keep from tearing up at the kind gesture from a man assumed to want to rule over his spouse.

Across the room however the brunette charged with guiding you around asked, “So, when are you and your fiancé settling down? It would be nice to know how soon we will be losing you.”

“You won’t be.” Her brow inched up, “We’re not engaged,” in her shifting expression you added, “It’s only been half a year,” her expression switched in confusion and you said, “But we’ve talked about families and James and Victor bought the building my family used to live in,”

That made her gasp, “The building?”

You nodded, “We’re going to remodel it before school starts and I’ll commute from there.”

“What does he do?”

“Well he was a Colonel, how we met,”

“Aww, I love a man in uniform.”

Smirking for a moment you paused then said, “Back in Canada there’s a lumber mill they work for.”

“Ooh, well we can’t wait to hear more about them when you join us.”

The female Professors were more of the same, all asking about the guys and how you would restore your honor in their eyes, with each of them calming at the rippled rumor of plans to come. The male Professors however, the few that there were, each held little interest in teaching just another future housewife wasting their time by taking up a seat.

Yet their smug grins faded when in the physics classroom you wiped away a word in the quote written across the board. Two of them got upset until you quoted it back to them word for word finding the book and correct spot stirring up a round of questioning leading to their realizing you had memorized more than half of the books they had set out on display in the classroom and had a vague knowledge of what the others held. Science clearly was your chosen field and they were uncertain of how long you would stay but all of them held a shared curiosity for what the next semester would bring. One class you had considered but nearly brushed aside was Mythology, mainly focused on Norse Mythology by a Professor Elliot Randolph.

The short man just barely your height with your heels grinned at you in the sea of young women practically ignoring the men around you. “Miss Pear,” his hand remained at his side but with a nod of his head had you looking him over a bit confused at his almost eager greeting. “My name is Elliot Randolph. This would be my first semester here. And I heard you might be considering this school. Are you interested in Mythology?”

“I haven’t really touched on it yet.”

“Ah,” his eyes lit up and he stepped aside allowing a group past. “Well then I don’t doubt you wouldn’t enjoy it. Everyone loves a good story. Grand deeds, sinister motives and plots. Centuries of stigma and history all tangled in these magnificent creatures who could do spectacular things, heirs to the Gods.”

A motion of his hand to his classroom had him showing you a brief intro on what was around the room. Subtly it seemed he was wooing you in with hints of stories on these stunning creatures and lands from long ago and as another string of ladies came in you said, “I think you might have just convinced me to give Mythology a shot.”

At that his grin split widely into a smile, “Oh that is wonderful news. I have seen your record and I can tell you will be a marvelous student. I shall dust off my best in anticipation of granting you a challenge on learning past what is in the text.”

“I look forward to it, Mr Randolph.” The women swooped in and swarmed him causing your slip away. Hushed conversation on the eager Professor in the bunch ended at another aid coming to guide you to your next set of courses to meet those Professors as well.

Nearly all your classes would be on the women’s campus, but three of the ones you would want to take guided your tour to the men’s campus. There the men in your group were drawn forward and boasted to endlessly on the benefits of the campus until the Professor came to greet James with his hand extended, “And am I to assume I have another group of boys in blue to join my ranks of minds to mold?”

James shook his head, “No, we’re here with my girl,” his head nodded your way turning his head to the stack of books on his desk you were reading the titles of. “Moral support and all that. She wasn’t in blue, neither were we, Canadian Forces.”

The Professor nodded, “Ah, yes, another Nurse, lo-,”

Victor cut him off, “Corporal,” that turned the heads of the potential students and Professor, “Corporal Pear, Medic of the Canadian Forces, first woman to have earned an officers position and to earn the Medic patch.”

The Professor asked, “How’d she manage Corporal? That’s what, E-4?”

“I got shot,” his head turned to you and you flashed him a wide grin, “Three of your books have been discredited. I hope they’re not on the syllabus.”

His brow inched up and he moved closer as you named them and the man who disproved their theories making him scoff, “Communist rhetoric.”

“He’s Swedish,”

“My point exactly, I don’t bend to foreigners opinions in my classroom.”

You nodded, “Then I suppose all Greek and Roman Philosophers would be banned as well, leaving, well, not much really once you drop all the books from Eastern Europe.”

His eyes narrowed, “Clearly you do not understand just how vast this subject is and I doubt you could begin to comprehend-,”

“Mr Crane, I could fill a naval carrier with all the doubts people have had about me. You don’t have to like me, but I do suppose we will have to wait until the first lecture to see which one of us wins on grounds of competency.” His mouth dropped open, “Because I’ve read two thirds of the books on physics in the New York Public Library so far, and I do hope with that big brain of yours you might be able to see past the dress and try not to talk to me like I’m some idiot waiting on my pot roast to bake.”

“For competency’s sake, I do, hope, you do arrive ready for a battle of wits.”

Smirking to his back in his turn away you fired back, “I’m not the one who’s unarmed.” The phrase halting him in his tracks making him turn only to see you walking with your smirking men around you on the way to your next class a few hallways over, “Clearly we’ll be best friends.”

James chuckled lowly easing his hand across your back through the sea of staring men looking you over from head to toe. “Once he licks his wounds.”

Victor, “Sweden is Communist,” your group chuckled, “Who’d have thunk.”

Again you giggled saying, “Hopefully the Philosophy Professor won’t have negated his syllabus as well.”

James rumbled back, “If he has it would be a very glum class. Glum and dull.”

This one at least spoke to you and seemed eager to have another woman in the class, sharing that his own daughter would be attending one day hopefully. It did seem word got around that he was more respectful of a Professor for female students leading to their taking his course over the other male Professor. The day wasn’t a complete failure in your self esteem as you left the joint campus closing ceremony looping James’ arm around your back by swinging your joined hands over your head drawing a smile from him to you. Clearly for the men this wasn’t the same education the men would be getting but no doubt you could get the degrees you wanted and fill in the blanks. Against his side you slumped slightly anxious for all of this, wanting to forget the lingering male students staring your way.

All the way to the station you stayed under his arm only to end up seated by Eddie on the train on the seat across from the brothers, who got pulled into a conversation with the little girl beside Victor that lasted until she got off the train a few stops before yours. Smiles came from the pair and when the people around you left they jumped at the chance to sit beside you. Victoriously James slung his arm around you again making you giggle in his splitting grin and peck on your forehead.

A stop at the markets came with mingling people in town all glad to see you at mass the following morning and followed with a jumble of arms in the kitchen to make dinner. As if you blinked you were laid out on your side in bed feeling yourself drift off in the warm body easing up behind you to fold around you tightly.

…

In a floral white blouse tucked into your navy skirt you adjusted the waistband turning in front of the mirror on your toes spotting James in the mirror holding up your black heels he bent to help you into. Gently kissing each knee in buckling the strap around your ankle while you secured the side of your hair back with a pink petal coated pin that would be seen under the navy bowknot fascinator of your mother’s the Brocks had brought over from storage. “You look very beautiful, in a modest and religiously respectful sort of way.”

Giggles escaped you and your hands smoothed over his vest deepening his grin, “You can put down the shovel, and thank you.”

When your hands moved to the tie he left slung over his chest he smoothed his hands around your hips and asked, “I’m not going to have to sit across the room from you am I?”

“No. Just unfortunately can’t hold hands through it.”

Lowly he chuckled, “Kind of figured that part.” His eyes lovingly inspecting your expression while you tied his tie for him and tucked it into his vest smoothing your hands over it again.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I know,” Leaning in his lips tenderly pressed to yours and he said, “This is a part of your life. They are all Catholic and welcoming you home. If it helps, I suppose you could call me lapsed. Hard to have religion if you can’t die and have spikes jutting out of your fists. Wars didn’t help either.”

After wetting your lips you asked, “What happens if I don’t die?”

Deeply inhaling his eyes locked on yours again and he answered, “We’ll be here for you. Always.”

You nodded and said, “We should go.” Turning to grab the white gloves and your purse holding your mother’s rosary. Down you went and with the others and into the sidewalk you went joining the other families on the way to the gothic church seeming more ominous than when you were little. From the walk in past the bowl of holy water used for people to mark a cross over their head, shoulders and chest to claiming your seat on one of the rows the Brocks usually took up you settled after a rusty step back through all the tiny details.

The lengthy mass and words after flooded into the group pot luck in the hall and gardens behind the church for the returned soldiers upon the looming anniversaries of certain battles. Yet alone you walked inside with Father Thomas after his time speaking with Eddie alone, “I am glad you were able to come home to us. You have been a steady fixture on our prayer lists.”

“Thank you, Father.”

His hand motioned and inside his office you stepped and stood in front of one of the leather chairs as he closed the door behind himself. Straight to his chair on the other side of the desk he asked, “I know it has been some time since you have attended our services,” you nodded still keeping the rosary tucked in your palm with your thumb stroking one of the beads in a subtle way. “I have offered a sort of counseling session with each of the boys returned home, I wished to offer that to you. War, war is a very troubling time on the soul. Are you finding any difficulty in your return?”

“To be perfectly frank,” he nodded, “I was 15 when we got moved to Canada, 16 when our Hospital was attacked. I was terrified, but I was a kid and now I’m almost 21. The men all looked after me, kept me safe, never treated me like I was beneath them. And I come back here, and it’s dresses, heels, make up, all these lessons and back to a world where the best thing I could ever hope to achieve is get married and have babies.” He nodded again, “Please don’t get me wrong I know the birth of woman and their roles in the gospel is to serve their father’s and then husbands, just, I have a brain, and opinions, and I want to do great things. We went to Barnard college yesterday and even there the male Professors just look at us like we’re cattle, wasting his time because all we will ever be is someone’s wife.”

Lowly he chuckled, “It is troubling. I know my niece had a hard time last Spring with a project her teacher demanded a boy handle even though she was the best juggler in the theater group. I also know you, I never saw you without a book, or pile of them. They will bend to your stubborn will.” Slowly he let out a breath and said, “I would like to offer my sincerest condolences for your brother, Steve.” It was your turn to nod, “I understand he wasn’t the best guardian, but he did serve honorably. You will always have family here, even if you are tied to marry a Canadian. Is he Catholic?”

“Lapsed, his family was. He’s faced a lot of loss, but he’s supportive of my coming here, if that is what you are worried about.”

He shook his head, “No doubt. We have heard great things. We all look forward to getting to know him better. You will be down the block after your old building is rebuilt.”

Anxiously you wet your lower lip and said, “I have a question,”

“Of course, ask away.”

“When we were going through Paris, a bit after Normandy, I ran into a cousin and aunt of mine I didn’t know I had.” His brow inched up, “They had broken out of a death camp,” parting his lips, “Turns out my father’s family was Jewish, he came to New York to be safe. My question is, if he was Jewish does that mean I have to be too?”

Shaking his head he said patting his hand on the table in a comforting way, “Truly if his intention was to protect himself and his family by not telling you or forcing your mother to change her religion it would not be mandatory for you to convert. And I can say this truthfully, none of us would turn you or your relatives away for not being Catholic. Truly they have been through harsh faces of the world and we will pray for them to find comfort, are they still in Paris?”

You shook your head, “No, James and Victor helped Eddie set up travel to get them to Canada. Erik’s in a great school now, Edie’s got a good job. They’re finding comfort again.”

“That is good news. Marvelous news.” He looked you over again in your glance at the rosary in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to get comfortable. But, I feel so out of place. I killed a lot of people. I won medals, but, that doesn’t change anything. I’ve done terrible things, and I’m just supposed, to come to mass…”

Onto his feet he stood and walked around the desk to sit in the chair beside yours drawing your attention to him in his hand patting the arm of your chair, “Absolution comes in time. I can tell you have repented, truly remorseful. Peace will find you.”

“In time.”

He nodded, “Yes, more troubling than helpful right now. Until then, we should eat.” You nodded and joined him on your feet again walking with him out to rejoin everyone else taking up the seat Eddie saved for you and the plate Victor had filled for you while James fetched drinks wading through the women trying to talk to him.

Pt 16

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