#God I beg you to delete this season from my mind I BEG!!!

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello dear!! I have a request for the Radio Demon

Do you mind writing sub!Alastor? Imagine your in lobby of the hotel with your beloved Alastor (on his lap) and you decide to do some frisky cockwarming with him.. well in the beginning he has control but then maybe Charlie or Lucifer u walks in.. you decide to tease him until he can't take it anymore and ends up having to cover his moans as he gums in you..

Welp! That's my request🎀 you can delete this ofc but do as you will ~

from windigo anon🦌

i’m drooling, frothing at the mouth, going insane, i love this idea!!! eeeee thank you so much i hope this was good enough i struggled a bit with cockwarming so i hope i did well

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, cockwarming, SUB!Alastor/DOM!Reader, creampie, possible breeding kink, exhibitionism, Lucifer knows what you’re doing, he’s the devil, and you use him to tease Al, jealous lucifer, lucifer is a cuck lowkey, reader wears a dress but no gendered terms or anything, maybe threesome elements?, OOC ALASTOR, NOT proof read, LMK what i missed! xo

word count: 1.9K

You and Alastor have been a thing for a very long time, and throughout the years he’d become rather comfortable with sexual intimacy. Alastor always held the reigns no matter where in life he was, that is excluding the bedroom. Alastor had made a foolish deal with you long ago, he wanted your soul and you were a fairly powerful demon at the time so there was a sit down conversation about such endeavours. You agreed to sell your soul and tie yourself to him, complete all tasks he needed done, so long as he was your bitch. Well, that wording wasn’t used back then, nor was there any sexual innuendos in the mix.

Before it simply meant he couldn’t try to place fear into you, he always had to speak truthfully when it came to you, and if plan involved you, essentially to the outside world he was allowed to look like the boss but behind closed doors he wasn’t allowed to pull that stunt. You two ended up getting along quite nicely as the years went by, your magic side of the deal made it so if he broke his promises, the deal would be off and more then likely fatal to the both of you, so it wasn’t too surprising things went well.

What was surprising was the relationship you developed, Alastor was unable to lie to you about most things due to your deal and most of the time you approached him as a peer lacking judgement. Even when you disagreed with his plans you still still gave your genuine advice and thoughts which made him trust you. Slowly through this weird bond of trust and leaning on each other, Alastor developed romantic feelings and thank god you felt them back.

Alastor was slow to warm up to affections, which meant you normally took over, letting him keep his poise and smile you’d always make the first move, asking for consent to push further whether it was a simple hug, kiss, or a little more frisky. Eventually though, things got to the point they’re at now, where Alastor craves you like his lungs crave air. He is ravenous for your touch, your kiss, your head surrounding his cock. It’s a tough couple months during mating season because he begs and begs for you like a starved man.

Because of his eagerness for you, and to please you, he’s very kindly broadened his horizons leading to absolutely tasteful trying of kinks. Recently the two of you have been planted at the hotel, Alastor called upon you the day he got there, and privately when alone explained his plans with the Devils child, your man had always been an ambitious one, but you couldn’t say no to him. So of course you stood alongside his plans, and now you’re not only dealing with the Devils child, but the devil himself.

Lucifer moved himself in after the big ol’ brawl, and thankfully things have gone somewhat smoothly between Alastor and Lucifer, as in they haven’t killed each other yet, but Lucifer made it his absolute mission to try and “steal you away,” like he did with Adam. Obviously you were committed to Alastor, but your mind would wander to sinful places about all the ways you could show Lucifer how much you loved you deer man. Oh and you just knew how.

Alastor sat in the lobby, looking through a newspaper as he sipped his coffee, music humming softly in the background. The whole lobby was vacant, even Husk was gone for the moment, you made sure of it. Walking into the lobby from the kitchen, your dress flowing around your legs, you walked up to Alastor with a warm smile on your face. “What’re you up to my dear?” You ask softly, making him hum eyes shifting from his newspaper to you, dragging up your form. “Just a little bit of reading, nothing much my doe,” Alastor seemed sleepy almost in the state he was in, his voice was soft and lacking his usual enthusiasm, however it wasn’t a state you were unfamiliar with knowing him for so long.

Slowly you lowered yourself sideways onto his lap, he complied with your actions wordlessly by whisking his newspaper away with his magic, allowing you to scootch yourself right up on him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you played with the short hairs at the base, causing him to visibly shiver. Alastor smiled down at you softly, watching you tenderly. “I feel,” You whispered with a pause, mimicking somebody taking a thoughtful breath. “Needy.” You breathe out with a cheesy smile plastered on your face. Alastor jolts a bit still entirely not used to forward language such as that, but he didn’t say anything simply blinked at you.

“I think i’m gonna lift this dress up, and your gonna unbuckle these pants, and i’m gonna seat myself nice n comfy on ya,” You purred hands messaging all around his chest as you spoke, trailing down to the button of his slacks and back up to his shoulders. You felt him twitch against his pants, the blood obviously was already flowing to his groin. “Dear we’re in public.” Try as he may, Alastors words were wobbly and his smile looked more like a grimace.

“No baby, we’re in private, in our new home, at the hotel, where no one can see.” You cooed condescendingly, pulling your hands away to hike up your dress. Alastor dared to looked down as you bunched your dress at your hips. Alastor closed his eyes, head falling back at the sight of you bare, nothing but your dress skirt keeping you covered. Turning yourself around, you put your back to him, grinding yourself down on him teasingly.

“Y’know what to do, don’t make me say it dear.” Your voice was stern compared to the tone you held before, Alastor blew out air at your words, head still thrown back at rest on the back of the sofa. Finally he brought his hands from the resting position next to him, and freed himself from his slacks and boxers. You sighed happily as you slowly inched your way down on him, Alastors hands gripped your hips harshly, and his legs kicked out and spasmed every inch you took down.

Once buttoned out, you fixed your gown to flow around you, and backed yourself up against his chest, head rested on his shoulder. Brining his head up to gaze down at you, Alastor gave you a questioning look, sweat already gathering on his forehead. “Dear please-” Alastors words got caught off by a boisterous call, and the front door swinging open. Fixing his posture, Alastor snapped into position, positioning his legs up right feet on the floor, straightening his back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up with him.

“Hellloooo everybody! Just had an amazing meeting, everything went in my favour, as always.” Lucifer waltzed in swinging his cane. He briefly paused scanning the room to see only you two sitting stiffly. You were more relaxed, eyes littled with an easygoing smile, Alastor however was tense; his smile was tight and unfriendly, with his eye twitching. “Well hello there you two, lovely to see you here.” Lucifer smiled happily plopping himself on the couch next to you, making you two shake.

The small bit of motion from Lucifer throwing himself down, made you clench, your arousal leaking down Alastors cock and onto his pants. Clearing his throat to suppress a moan, Alastor then gave a tiny ‘hello’ to the devil. Turning your body more toward the devil, you made sure to pick yourself up off Alastor a bit, and lower yourself back down, making him sink his nails into you.

Wrapping one arm around Alastors neck, you leaned sideways against him, facing Lucifer, your skirt successfully obstructing the entire view of your sin. “Do tell Luce.” You urge pretending to care, Lucifer caught on to the strange behaviour immediately however he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it yet, so he pushed on shrugging and explaining his meeting. You coyly moaned occasionally throughout his explanations playing it off as “oh”s and “ah”s to his story rather than Alastors twitching cock.

Leaning forward Alastor stuck his blushing face in your hair, breathing heavily into it. “Is he doing okay?” Lucifer asked suddenly, quirking a brow at Alastor. Around your waist Alastors arms tightened, and his legs once again spread and splayed out a bit allowing him more space. Alastor felt pitiful, but in a way he loved it, only you had this power and nobody else, he could live with that. Alastor was too blitzed out to realise he’d subtly humped up into you, needing some sort of release. Playing with Alastors hair, you shrugged your shoulders at the devil, your poise still in tacked.

“Yes, I do believe he’s a little sickly.” Lucifer noticed the twitch in Alastors hips now, his eyes growing in size every so slightly. “Yknow i just want to stay something Lucifer,” You begin to say, eyeing Al from your peripheral, seeing his eyes closed. “I really think we ought to stop with the battle, Alastor treats me very well, very good,” You purr fixing your posture, making Alastor groan into your hair.

“I think it’s time to stop with the whole ‘i could take your partner’ shtick.” You say sharply, with finality, Lucifers eyes at this point were flicking back and forth between the two of you, a prominent blush on his face. You grinned cheekily once again and shifted again trying to fix yourself to face forward again, as you did so you heard Lucifer take a breath to speak, but it got interrupted by a guttural groan from Alastor.

Without warning Alastors legs flexed his hips jerking involuntarily up against you, it caught you off guard and made you gasp and moan. It didn’t stop after one thrust, Alastor sunk his teeth into your shoulder jerking his hips up into you, panting and groaning without care. With one forceful thrust and growl, you whined feeling him force himself against you fully, cumming far up into you, stealing your breath. Lucifer watched bug eyed and taken aback, he never saw Alastor so pleasured, now he felt a ping of jealousy; before this moment he wanted to steal you away to show you how much better he can fuck you compared to Alastor, now he wanted you to fuck him and make him feel the way Alastor felt now.

Alastors form grew demonic, stretching and contorting, you still in his lap. You didn’t move an inch as he contorted, not afraid of Alastor what so ever. Alastors neck snapped inhumanely to Lucifer. “You are to never speak of this again.” Alastors voice didn’t sound like his own when he spoke, and whether or not Lucifer was truly scared didn’t matter as he fumbled, stuttered and then stumbled off covering his eyes and apologising. With the snap of his fingers, Alastor magicked the two of you in the safety of his radio tower, where no one dared to enter unwelcomed. “Dear, that was unacceptable. But amusing, you get away with this little fiasco only because it was Lucifer you did it in front of.”

Alastor growled at you demonic form on display, smile stretched, he had your cheeks tightly pinched in between his nails. Shrugging your shoulders, you tiptoed up to give his teeth a coy kiss. “Whatever maybe now he’ll leave us alone.”

[jennaissantes]

ENHYPEN

- FIRST KISS WITH THEM! [hyung line]

warnings: fluffff omg, a spoiler for those who havent watched stranger things season 4 (L), and way too much fluff and kissing help. lmk if i missed any!

HEESEUNG!! after a much needed date, heeseung and you stood on your doorstep, neither of you ready to let each other go, even if it was just for the night. although the two of you hadn’t been dating for very long, the two of you liked each other very much. and also, neither of you had kissed each other just yet. heeseung turns to look at you, and is once again blown away by how absolutely beautiful you look. you hug him, arms going around his neck as his wrap around your waist, holding you close. pulling away from the hug, neither of you take your arms of each other, only looking into each other’s eyes. and in that moment, as he traced his eyes around your face, his eyes couldn’t help but land on your lips, flickering between your eyes and them, and suddenly the only thing on his mind is wanting to kiss you.

“y/n?” he breathes out, pretty nervous. you smile at him “yes?” his eyes flicker to your lips once again and he leans in a bit closer, his nose now brushing against yours.

“can i kiss you please?” you gasp a bit on hearing him. although you did know somehow that he would ask, that didnt mean your heart couldn’t do multiple flips at his question. unable to form words, you could only nod, smiling at seeing his eyes light up before he almost immediately closes the distance between the two of you.

his lips are soft against yours, unmoving for a while before he starts moving his lips against yours. the two of you pull out for just a second, and youre a bit dazed. but no time to think, because hes pulling you back in for a second one.

JAY!! “Oh my god delete that right now!! Jay I look so ugly!” you shout at your boyfriend, begging him to delete the extremely [cute] ugly photo he had taken and was now trying to make his lock screen.

“No can do babes, you look too cute.” he smiles at you and you only frown in return. “Well then, you ow me something. I dont know what but yeah you gotta give me something ; like a gift or something.” you cross your arms as you stand in front of him.

He smirks “Is it alright if i give you the gift right now then? To make up for it? Hm?” he comes closer to you and you wonder if he was gonna do what you thought he was going to.

“Close your eyes baby.” You take in a sharp breath and do as he said, shutting your eyes a bit too tightly, your lips pursed. He chuckles at your nervousness, knowing that it was your first kiss. He was glad you let him be your first.

He kisses your forehead first, placing his lips on your temple gently, making you relax. Then he brings up one of his palm to cup your cheek, the other going around your waist. After taking one last glance at you, he places his lips on yours, and you tense up again immediately. Jay brings you closer to him, reassuring you, and you smile a bit.

“Well that was nice. Wanna do it again?”

JAKE!! To say that you were excited to see Jake was an understatement. You made sure that your dress has no more wrinkles as you walked your way into the party, eyes searching for him through the crowd and lighting up as they find their mark.

“Y/n! You came!” Jake jogs up to you, hugging you close as you laugh and return the hug. He pulls out of the hug but doesnt take his hands off your waist as he eyes you up and down.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, loving the way you shy away from his gaze. “C’mon theres something I wanna show you.”

Hand in hand, the two of you now sit at the balcony, gazing at the stars. Jake turns to you and sees the soft smile on your face. You look ethereal.

“Y/n?” he softly calls out and you turn to look at him, gasping softly at the close proximity.

And before he can stop himself, Jake is leaning in to kiss you.

His lips are soft against yours, moulding into yours perfectly. When he realises that youre kissing him back, he puts an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Would now be a bad time to tell you that I really like you?”

SUNGHOON!! Movie marathons with your boyfriend is starting to become a weekly ritual you thinks. [me thinks so too]

Today, the new season of Stranger things was playing on your TV, and you were surprisingly not scared by Vecna. (You think its because Sunghoon is cuddling you so you really cant help but feel so safe in his arms.)

What you dont realise is that his face is right next to your shoulder, so when you turn around to tell him that you were going to get up to go get some water, youre met with his face right in front of yours. Your eyes widen. Youd had many moments like these, but youd always chicken out and run away. But this time, with his tight hold around you, there was nowhere to run.

He looks into your eyes, a silent conversation happening through your eyes, and the moment you give him a slight nod, his lips are on yours.

You close your eyes and melt into his arms. His lips are soft against yours, and his touch sends you shivers. He caresses your waist, kissing you deeply, and you cant help the butterflies forming in your stomach.

“Can I go get some water now?”

A/N: fml bro i hate myself for writing this 😔 MAKNAE LINE COMING SOON WOOOO ALSO ALSO ALSO feedback and reblogs are much appreciated muah <3

©iwonzzi 2022

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x12 New York City Serenade (part 2)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 831

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Note: You can thank (or blame) @kmomof4 for this one. She's the one who sent me the prompt!

Mary Margaret slowly swam up from the depths of sleep.  It was when she opened her eyes that the alarm bells started going off in her mind.

She was in her bed in the loft.  What was she doing here?  How did she get here?  The last thing she remembered was being at the town line, the curse about to hit them as Emma and Henry drove away.  

And then she felt it, a very distinct sensation in her abdomen, almost like someone was rolling a ball inside of her.

Mary Margaret looked down and gasped.  Where only moments ago her stomach had been flat, now it resembled a beach ball..

She felt it again, and remembered the feeling from about thirty years before.  This is what it felt like to be pregnant, and not just pregnant, but just-about-to-give birth pregnant.

Her heart started racing.  How could she be pregnant?  How could she be this pregnant?  This wasn’t possible!  This wasn’t…oh gods, she’d had a drink with Emma just the other day, and she hadn’t had any prenatal vitamins or doctors visits.  She didn’t have any baby things!  How could you have a baby without preparing your house?!

This was a dream.  This had to be a dream!  She pinched herself. Hard. And then pinched herself again.  Nothing happened.

Mary Margaret started hyperventilating. “David,” she said her voice little more than a croak. Beside her he mumbled incoherently in his sleep.

What had happened?  Was this Pan’s curse?  Oh gods, was Emma okay?  Henry?  Were they here?

The hyperventilating intensified.  “David!” she said louder.  He stirred but didn’t wake.

This couldn’t be happening!  It couldn’t!  She felt another kick, as though the little being inside of her begged to differ.

“Charming!” She shouted it this time, and he woke with a start, sitting up so fast, his head must have been swimming.  

He looked around, uttering a soft curse in surprise.  “What are we doing here?”

“I don’t know,” Mary Margaret said, hearing the absolute panic in her voice.  “I don’t know.  David, we don’t even have a crib!”

He turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed, just now becoming aware of both her tone and the very strange thing she’d just said.  Slowly his eyes drifted to her midsection and he cursed again.  “Snow, you’re…”

“I know!” She said,  “David, our family and now this and the town and the curse, and what’s going on?  Oh gods, what’s happening?”

David shook his head as if to clear it, and then gripped her shoulders gently.  “I don’t know, Mary Margaret, but you need to calm down.  You need to breathe.  This can’t be good for the–”

“How can I calm down?” Mary Margaret nearly shouted.  “I don’t know what’s–”

Suddenly his lips were on hers, the rest of her words fading away as he kissed her hard and deep.  Her mind suddenly went blank.  When he kissed her like that, it always made everything fade away.  There was nothing else but him and her and this feeling between them.

After a moment, he pulled back, hands still caressing her shoulders, as he looked into her eyes.  “Better?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and let it out.  “Yes, thank you.”  The panic had receded but the concern about their situation was still there at the forefront.  “David, what’s going on here?  Are we in another curse?”

He looked around their loft, seemingly listening for something–anything–that might give him some idea of what was going on.  “I don’t know,” he said finally, “but we seem to be alone here.  I think whatever this is, Emma and Henry managed to escape.”

“Well, that’s something, I guess.”

David slowly reached down, putting a hand on her distended belly.  The baby within gave another kick, strong enough that David could feel it.  He chuckled.  “I think this little guy just gave me a high five.”

Snow smiled, putting her hand over David’s.  She still had no idea what had happened or what they were facing, but the initial panic over, it started dawning on her.  Her wish from Echo Caves was coming true.  She and David were about to be parents again.

“Are you happy?” she asked.

His smile was brighter than she’d seen it in years.  “Of course I’m happy.  Snow, we get another chance.  We get to be a family!”

“But what about Emma and Henry?”

“We’ll find them,” David said confidently.  “We’ll defeat–whatever this latest crisis is and we’ll get our family back, and we will get our happily ever after.  How could we fail when we’re together?”

Mary Margaret leaned in and kissed him softly, so thankful for this man, she couldn’t even find words.  “David, there’s no one I’d rather have by my side for…whatever it is we’re facing.  I love you.”

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he replied.

She very seriously doubted that, but rather than argue, she simply leaned in for one more kiss.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[indigoipsum]

OKAY OKAY I have to finally express my thoughts about Kuro II after the rewatch

Me and Null agreed that episode 1 is just... a lot better than a lot of the characterization going forward. Despite the eye gouging (I cannot defend this. Alois is very mentally ill and needs to take it out on someone and I think he has misogynistic tendencies and self-hatred for his own femininity that he decides to hurt Hannah because of it) Claude was written more how he should have been the rest of the series-- stoic, annoyed, but ultimately showing glimpses of care or something adjacent for Alois.

Delete the filler episodes and add more Trancy house development in general.

Alois is a lot less malicious than I remember. Before the duel happens he's literally just going to show Ciel to the bathroom. He only tries to hurt Ciel when his life is on the line, and even then, he begs Ciel to try to understand him as he's dying.

NONE OF THE REVENGE STUFF MAKES SENSE!! WHY WOULD AN 11-YEAR-OLD ORDER THE DEATH OF THE PHANTOMHIVE FAMILY! Ciel is smarter than this! I know demons are charming but Ciel is an extremely smart kid and literally solves crimes every day. When Alois starts explaining things, you'd think that after the duel Ciel would actually try to process it before all the torture stuff happens. Also, why would that "arsonist" allegedly hired by Alois confess to it? Was Sebastian paying him off? We know none of this actually happened!

GOD Ciel's characterization is horrendous. He kills the alleged arsonist without remorse and then is prepared to kill Alois then, later on, is like "ugh I could never kill that easily" YOU JUST DID??????? Also, when he becomes a demon, he completely leaves his servants without any regard for their well-being despite them caring for him for three years. Even though he's a demon and such now, he's not going to change his personality like that. Sebastian was under orders by Ciel to find new staff, and instead of just hiring a really good cook, maid, and gardener who had defense experience or whatever, he took in three people who had nothing left but their abilities and showed them genuine kindness. It's debatable how much of the kindness was really Sebastian's but it stands that Ciel would not abandon his servants. At the very least, not Tanaka, who he's known all his life. He wouldn't do that to Lizzie or Soma or Agni either! He cares about all these people. So he and Sebastian are just wandering around flower fields forever? Why don't they just go back to Hell where Sebastian will still be his servant?

Another point with the demon thing: I fully believe that it was just done to pander to Sebac1el shippers (censoring so this doesn't come up in a search for the ship because that is the opposite of the goal here).

I forgot how creepy Claude was in the later episodes. There were parallels between him and previous Earl Trancy that should have served a stronger narrative purpose but just made it look like he was sexualizing the two boys.

There's only one scene that actually intends to make Alois' CSA feel disturbing, and it's when he's laying motionless in bed and saying how Trancy looks at him with hunger in a different way than Claude does. They were so close to the point! Also, one of the maze questions is about Alois pretending his trauma didn't happen so why do people insist he enjoyed his abuse?

When summoning Claude, why was none of the contract about getting away from Trancy???? "I don't care about that old pervert" YOU ARE BEING BRUTALLY ASSAULTED?? Sorry Alois would have def ordered Claude to kill him in my mind.

Every scene with Hannah, no matter how serious, portrays her in a sexual light and I HATE it.

WHY WOULD SCOTLAND YARD THINK THAT CIEL IS ALOIS. THEY HAVE WORKED WITH CIEL FOR YEARS.

The maze idea was cool but, again, executed poorly.

Grelle's characterization is better than Season 1 in terms of showing her skill.

The Hannah contract was still confusing after multiple watches and idk what was going on in that writer's room.

I think that's it for now but dear god. This series is so much. If all of Kuro II Tumblr was hired to write it then it would have been genuinely good

[cyarskj1899]

Nah I fucking can’t what a demonic twat I can’t wait for him to come online like #fuck you josh nash JOSH YOU DUMB BITCH. HOW FUCKING EMBARRASSING Doing that to her on national TV?? On finale night? He is disrespectful.

Nah Betty needs to never forgive that man again. If he truly cared about her, he wouldn’t care who wins 20k between them. Fuck him

A black woman is never going to win this show my God my GOD FUCK HIM BITCH ASS MUTHAFUCKA

We could have at least had a Black winner but that Fcking idiot…. Phew lord I’m tired of hearing about Big brother canada 10 . i swear to god I don’t ever wanna hear Canada isn’t racist again either. Hear me

FUCK THIS FUCKING RACCOON FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT RACCOON OMG FUCK HIM

The biggest fucking GAG about Josh’s game is that he actually could have gone to F3 with Summer and Betty and would have won! But he still chose that white man! nah….this is literally unforgivable

A season filled with 9 POC ruined by a Black man only for a white man to win. I have to Fcking laugh! It’s what Josh deserves, for choosing coonery

might as well cancel this fucking show, Bbcan, i don’t know her. What a terrible season . Absolutely shameful and embarrassing

[arrycx]

Panic Attack

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of a panic attack

Word Count: 1.2k

AN: This is my first Stranger Things imagine and I hope you like it. Feedback would be greatly appreciated ♥️. Takes place after season 2. Repost from my deleted blog 

Summary: Familiar woods make Steve break down but you’re there to help him through it

You don’t know how you let the party convince you and Steve to go into the woods in the middle of the night after everything that had just happened with the Mind Flayer but here you are investigating some sort of weird animal murders happening on the outer parts of your town. The party had come over to your house so you could have a movie night and the second Mike got there he began to talk about the murders claiming that it was weird and you guys should investigate. You knew going was a bad idea but nothing less it didn’t stop them from begging you and Steve to take them. So here you are, Steve, leading the group holding his bat while you were behind him holding onto a crowbar just in case 

“I’m telling you it’s not normal guys, they don’t just drop dead like that and I heard they are bleeding black, so that’s why I’m saying it’s back”

Mike had not stopped talking since you guys picked them up from his house, but you just blamed it on the fact that he was most likely excited about his new discovery

“I mean yeah but we could just be discovering a new disease or something. We killed it! El closed the gate, Mike, it’s not going to come back that easy”

Dustin and Mike have been arguing about whether it was the upside-down again or not for like two hours and it was beginning to get on everyone’s nerves 

“Can you two just shut up already! It’s been two hours and it’s annoying. Y/N tell them how annoying they’re being”

Max snapped at the two boys who just glared back at her. Before you could reply to her Mike spoke up

“Y/N loves us and would never say that”

“Mike, news flash, that’s a lie”

Max and Mike started to argue again getting louder this time, you were too busy trying to stop them from arguing that you hadn’t noticed Steve walk off until El came back with a worried look on her face 

“Guys, it’s Steve”

“What do you mean?”

“Sick”

“Where is he?”

“There”

You guys quickly ran off to see Steve on the floor with his head resting on his knees and his hands covering the side of his face. When he heard you guys approaching he looked up his eyes were wide and his breathing was rapid and he had tears running down his face. You instantly knew he was having a panic attack, he’s had them before and you knew how to calm him down you just needed to get the kids back so he could have some space 

“Shit”

“Oh my god, what if Dustin was right and we all die right now”

“I’m too young to die”

You went to sit in front of him but Mike grabbed your arm

“If he’s sick we shouldn’t get too close we could get sick too”

“Don’t be an idiot Mike he’s having a panic attack, right Y/N” 

Dustin snapped which prompted the kids to start yelling again. They started to get closer together which meant they were getting closer towards Steve

“Hey! Shut the hell up and give him some space or so help me!”

They mumbled a sorry but backed up nothing less. You sat down in front of him

“I thought you said give him space”

You glared back at Mike making him put his hands up and move behind El. You turned back to Steve 

“Hey, listen to me baby, you’re okay we’re all okay. I need you to focus on me. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded his head and looked at you

“You’re okay, take a deep breath, and exhale. There you go, okay do it one more time. This all gone be over soon okay and once you’re ready we’re gonna leave and have some food and then go back to my house and watch the movies we rented like was originally planned, does that sound okay?”

He nodded his head once again making you smile 

“We’re only like twenty minutes from your car and I was thinking, I mean food-wise, would could go to that diner you were telling me about where you went with your parents and they had the biggest waffles or something like that. I’m sure the kids would love it and I know you said you wanted to take me there on a date but I mean I’m sure the kids would love to come with and if not then we’ll just drop them off at Mikes house and we can go together”

You continued to ramble on about anything and everything until you noticed how his breathing had slowed back to normal. You gently pushed his hair out of his face and smiled at him 

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah”

He croaked before pulling you into a hug and holding you tightly burying his head into the crook of your neck. You hugged him back just as tight and ran your fingers through his hair to help him calm down

“I’m sorry”

You pulled away and grabbed his face making him look at you

“Don’t ever be sorry okay? Shit, I was scared shitless coming back into these woods so I completely understand baby. Now listen to me, you’ve been through some scary shit and I don’t want you apologizing when you have an attack or a nightmare. Steve, I’m here to help you and I promised you I was going to be by your side no matter what. No matter what I’m here and I don’t ever want you to feel sorry for anything okay?”

“Okay”

You pulled him back into a hug

“Hey we’re feeling kind of left out here, can we join the hug too?”

“Yeah come on”

You felt Steve open his arms and the kids all crowded around you guys. You heard someone’s stomach growl and Max spoke up 

“I hate to ruin this beautiful family moment but I’m starving”

You laughed and everyone broke apart. The kids began to walk off as you helped Steve up. You pulled the sleeves on the sweater you had on, which happened to be his and wiped his face 

“Thank you” 

“You don’t have anything to thank me for like I said before I’m here for you and I’ll always be here for you”

You held his face in your hands as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, Steve”

He lowered his face towards yours pulling you in for a kiss. You wrapped one arm around his neck while the other went up to his hair. He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours 

“What would I do without you?”

“I don’t know, but I do know you’d have to take care of those six teenagers all by yourself”

You smiled at him and he smiled back and in that moment he truly knew everything was going to be okay and he knew that no matter what he had you  and the kids by his side and with you guys by his side he could accomplish anything

[queenshelby]

Time for Change – Part Four

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 1,888

Notes: Not based on Cillian’s life. This is fiction guys! 

YOUR POV

It has been just over a week since you saw Cillian last and not one night went by during which you didn’t think about him and the incredible sex you had with him.

Whilst you had agreed that this was a going to be a one-night stand, you couldn’t help but fantasise about him over and over again.

Even when you were lying next to James who, two days ago, had returned from New York, you were thinking about Cillian’s body on top of yours and all the naughty things that he would do to you.

You wanted him, more than as a friend or casual lover. But you knew that, this was never going to be possible.

As far as James was concerned, you didn’t address his infidelity yet. You needed more proof and you desperately needed to see a lawyer to ensure that James couldn’t take Chloe away.

James and Chloe were both US citizens, but you were not and Chloe did not hold an Irish passport. You applied for one, but the Department of Immigration was taking a long time to process through the adoption papers. Chloe was adopted by you both when you lived in the US and Ireland was slow in recognising it. This meant that you were stuck with him for now if you wanted to remain in Ireland.

With that being the case, you ran into the problem of James wanting more from you than what you were willing to give. You knew that he was fucking at least one other woman and, therefore, you had no intention of being intimate with him. It disgusted you.

In the same vein, you had slept with another man, a man who was still on your mind and who had satisfied you more than James ever could, raising the stakes quite significantly.

You kept making excuses, telling him that you weren’t feeling well, had a stressful day or a headache. You hoped that, eventually, he would find someone else, perhaps even someone at his place of work.

CILLIAN’S POV

As for Cillian, he also had not spoken to Danielle about his intention to divorce. He struggled with the idea and the fact that he wouldn’t see his children every day if they separated.

Danielle had threatened to withhold the children many times over the past few years after endless allegations of affairs, none of which were true. She told him that, due to his line of work, she would seek full custody and he knew that she was likely going to be successful if he wasn’t home for several months at the time.

Her behaviour was relentless, even to the point where one of his old personal assistants had resigned due to her constant allegations.

Then, a year later, she went so far and shared her allegations and concerns with Cillian’s mother, causing Cillian to leave her for several months, which is when she made her threats real and withheld contact to his children until he came back to her.

In addition, his agent had advised him against moving forward with the separation until the next season of Peaky Blinders is released. In his mine, with nothing else being available for his followers to get their hands on, his separation would likely be dragged through the mud by the papers, making it more difficult for his career.

Cillian liked to stay out of the media as much as he could but, depending on where Danielle was to take this, this might not be possible and he started to weigh up his options.

Yet, he felt the same about the night you had shared. The images of you in bed with him drove him crazy and, whilst him and Danielle no longer were intimate, he felt guilty for sneaking into the bathroom almost every single night to masturbate with you on his mind.

Making a Date

To his surprise, at 8 o’clock on Thursday night, he received a text message from you, asking him whether he wanted to meet up with you and, of course, he did.

He was reluctant at first, knowing what was at stake and not knowing how far things would go when you met up again.  

He didn’t know what your intentions were and why you wanted to meet but, when you responded to his text message by asking whether you should get a hotel room, it became pretty clear to him that you were after intimacy.

Cillian was torn about it. It was cliché, that’s for sure. It even reminded him on a movie he had starred in a few years ago. But, the thought of being alone with you in a hotel room drove him crazy and his reasonable thought process came to a standstill.

‘Alright. Let’s meet at the Westin 5 o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I will book a room’ Cillian typed, before deleting it and then retyping it all again. He knew it was wrong, no matter how bad things were between him and Danielle.

Eventually, he decided to send it and you were quick to respond, agreeing to his proposed time and location.

The following day, you told James that you were meeting up with friends in town and might stay over at Emily’s house.

Cillian did the same and told Danielle that he was going out in Temple Bar with some of his friends and, whilst James didn’t mind and bought your excuse, Danielle was frustrated with Cillian for leaving her with the kids.

‘You better don’t come home drunk Cillian’ she growled angrily, causing Cillian to roll his eyes.

‘If I have too much, I will crash on my brother’s lounge’ he then responded, causing Danielle to huff and swear.

‘Seriously Danielle? You disappeared for a fucking week and you have a problem with me going out for one night?’ Cillian said, shaking his head before he slammed the door behind him.

The Hotel

‘Room 307. I left a key at reception’ Cillian texted as you were sitting in the back of the taxi.  

‘Can’t wait to see you. I didn’t bother wearing panties. I hope that is okay’ you texted back, teasing Cillian.

‘Good call. They would just have come off within minutes of you walking through the door’ he responded.

The texting went back and forth making you more and more excited. With each chime of your phone your pussy throbbed more and your ten-minute drive felt like it took forever and the short walk up to the hotel room was torture.

Your clit was so aroused that even the motion of your legs as you walked teased your pussy and made you just crave Cillian’s touch even more.

When you knocked on the door Cillian answered very quickly. He was wearing only a towel on his hips and you could see his freckle covered chest and the tops of his hips.

Quickly you entered and turned and locked the door behind you. You grabbed Cillian and kissed him passionately. As you did, moans escaped your mouth and you could feel Cillian's already hard cock press against you as his towel fell to the floor.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned as he saw you and, in one quick motion, he ripped your dress to the floor, kneeling in front of you as you stepped out of it. Without losing any time and before you could even have said hello to each other, Cillian pressed his face against your deliciously wet pussy and began to make circles around your clit with his tongue. He then slid one finger inside you and left it still.

‘Oh, fuck Cillian, please’ you begged as you craved more and moved your hip so that his finger teased you gently. Cillian then added a second finger and he curved them upward just slightly so that the tip of his fingers stroked your g-spot.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned, wanting even more. Your body began to shake and your legs began to weaken as you grew close to orgasm.

You leaned your back against the door to prevent yourself from crumbling to the floor. Cillian then began to suck on your clit and as he did you screamed out. Your legs shook and you had to grab a hold of the door handle to prevent yourself from falling to the ground.

‘Oh my god, I'm cumming’ you screamed with passion and lust in your voice.

Cillian kept teasing your pussy after waves of pleasure rolled through your body. You gained control of your balance again and became steady on your legs. You then grabbed Cillian by the shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him, tasting your juices on his lips and tongue.

‘Well, it’s good to see you’ he finally grinned as your lips drifted apart.

‘Now this Mr Murphy, was a nice welcome’ you said before kissing him again passionately.

‘Now it’s my turn’ you then said as you pushed him back towards a chair in the corner of the room and made him sit down.

Within seconds, you pushed his legs apart and went down on your knees in between them and took his cock in your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned as, first, you just lightly sucked on the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue on the tip.

This was something Danielle hadn’t done to him in a very long time and it didn’t take long for another small growl to come out to the back of Cillian's throat.

With this encouragement you took his entire cock into your mouth devouring all seven inches of his amazing cock. You deepthroated his cock starting off slowly and as you got quicker Cillian pulled your hair encouraging you to go faster and faster on his cock.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian groaned as you tilted your head back to catch your breath and stood up.

After you gave Cillian another passionate kiss, you climbed on top of his lap, facing him and allowing him to play with and suck on your breasts while you lowered yourself onto his cock with a loud moan.  

You rode his cock slowly at first and worked up to speed, panting as your clit rubbed against his hips. You could feel your pleasure building inside you as you could feel yourself becoming ready to orgasm again. Cillian continued to play with your hard nipples until finally he slipped his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in a circular motion. This sent you over the edge and you started cumming again.

‘Fuck, Y/N, that’s it’ Cillian groaned as your walls contracted around his hard cock, milking him and sending him over the edge as well.

You came in sync and could feel Cillian filling you with his warm cum, coating your walls and cervix as you rode out your orgasms.

‘That was amazing’ you huffed out eventually and Cillian kissed you again passionately.

‘I fucking needed this’ he chuckled after your lips drifted apart.

‘Me too’ you giggled. ‘So, are we going to make use of this amazing spa tub?’ you then asked as you slowly lifted yourself off Cillian, causing a large amount of his cum to leak out of you and onto Cillian’s lap.

‘I would say let’s have a bath, then order some room service and then have some more sex’ Cillian suggested.

‘Sounds like a fabulous idea’ you smiled.

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[mikimagines]

Imagine this Quiet s/o that doesn’t say much just suddenly start rage quitting for any 4 characters .

i am a rage quitter sometimes. but I don’t destroy my computer or controllers, cause it costs too much to get back :’)

I will make many video game references, get ready.

mod mikan

Kaito Momota

“god damnit just come home qiqi im begging you” you said in your mind but, what where you playing right now?

you were playing the gacha hell of it all.

genshin impact.

the one that makes people lose life fortunes for fictional characters.

kaito was out to do NASA training as you were playing genshin impact with tsumugi.

“Ah don’t worry! I got Mona on my first try and I didn’t even want her!”

also what tsumugi didn’t know that it pissed you off, but you stayed slightly silent..!

finally she left to watch that attack on titan season 4 debut, of course she was...also she wished you luck to bring qiqi home!

When she left you went all over again, getting a sword and a sword then you got Mona, it was slightly good but you wanted qiqi for your sake.

then there it was after almost 210 times, you got a golden one.

but sadly...lmao get this.

it was a qiqi!

....

just kidding!

it was a sword.

“.........................”

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT”

as you turned around to see a kaito, possibly wondering what the hell is going on.

then you pointed at the screen.

...

“so I guess we both have gambling addictions huh?”

“yep.”

don’t worry, after all the cuddling and whatever lovers do. hahah you finally got her.

FINALLY I CAN NEZUKO RUN!

Fuyuhiko Kuzuruyu

He wasn’t into that gaming shit, he had “better things to do”.

but you didn’t so...!

time to guess the game with your host~

mod mikan!!

alright here we go.

it’s a nintendo switch game, has mini games , and is about Mario and other characters from the Mario series.

alright then! if you guessed “Mario Party!” You are correct!

yep, indeed the fact you were playing Mario party in your room, online with some random strangers.

of course peko checked on you many times.

you asked her to join you but she nicely declined and says it’s orders from her master to check on his lover. you know, just in case.*

(In case that some big rival gang is just going to grab you and take you away while peko and the other guards aren’t looking.)

but moving on, the person who was playing toad made your team fail, On purpose. (you can guess who it is.)

and he was victorious in every single one. It’s a game where we have to win or lose...so we might as well do it.

why? well let’s say he randomly calls you in a middle of a match and makes you fail.

again. and again and again.

damnit kokichi.

then you just rage quit and fell down on your bed done with kokichi.

which leads up to peko and fuyuhiko running up to your shared room to see your head in a pillow screaming.

“FUCKING KOKICHI RUINED IT”

fuyuhiko what the hell did you do to your quiet s/o???

but luckily you weren’t kidnapped like they thought you where as you were yelling.

but you were yelling at a tv screen for a ruined game rigged by kokichi and his members from D.I.C.E.

oops forgot to say that..!

Komaru Naegi

Ah, poor her.

you guys were playing Kirby

(I wonder how you rage over that.)

oh... right.

both of you guys where speed running it.

gosh komaru left for a second to get food

....

“FUCK”

yeah you actually got on your last life since god damn marx took it all.

and now, you guys have to delete your data and start all.over.again.

but komaru was actually shocked, like normally.

I mean she never thought a cute quiet flower like you could ever curse or even yell.

and now it’s going to her family and brother.

ahaha you are going to hear that incident for a long time.

Miu Iruma

With her gorgeous, amazing, beautiful brain she knew you had a voice of a speaker!

oh god.

when you first played guess this...

cuphead.

yes I’m not joking. cuphead

(Damnit now I’m getting flashbacks from...my cuphead phase, don’t ask)

god damn you hated when you died as miu was honestly fighting for your well-being attention for her new invention.

then when you died...in and you were literally so close on killing it.

“GOD DAMNIT” as you threw softly at the controller to your bed.”

“hhhhhh what did I do..??”

you turn around to see a miu.

...

miu.

MIU

“T-that was p-pretty hot y’know, throwing your gaming control like that”

mod mikan was intensely screaming in the inside for writing this.

...

MIU

You are going to hear this incident for the rest of your life.

and she didn’t know you can tell that loudly. Translation: (that was hot)

oh god, that’s miu for us.

(I love her so much.)

[sparklingdust4612]

13, 21, 23

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year?

My favourite songs of the year are Livin' for that by Lil Pitchy and OMG What's happening by Ava Max (Lets not forget Con Calma by Daddy Yankee feat. Katy Perry 😍😍), artists of the year are Ava Max and Demi Lovato and I havent ever listened to an entire album...ever so I wont talk about that 😅😅

21. most memorable comment/review?

(Gotta check all my comments first lol)

I will categorize my most memorable reviews... (sorry, this got waaaaay too detailed but i couldnt exclude any of those 😅😅)

(AO3)

Memorable reviews on THG Drabbles:

I almost peed my pants laughing at this! by @lemonluvgirl87 on Chill... (It just made me crack up again, as if i wasnt dying because of how much I was laughing when writing this!)

This was soo adorable! Such a sweet meet-cute! Aww, Peeta was so cute when he was like 'Come back, keep me company!' And I loved the description of her as a 'walking, talking fantasy.' ;) The drawing and note-passing, how adorable! And yay, she agreed to the date! Follow-up! Sequel/epilogue! : D Thanks for the smiles! by @jhsgf82 on Flights and flirtation (Made me smile like a Cheshire cat haha)

These sweatpants are hazardous. Maybe he should just take them off! by @winegirl65 on Its sweatpants season! (It was so unexpected like I just woke up and saw 'hey, gotta reply to a new review', mind you, i hadnt seen the review, just knew it was there. And then I read this and choked on air. It was so damn hard to not laugh loudly at 6 AM when everyone was asleep 🤣🤣)

Memorable reviews on my Divergent one-shots:

I’m going to have some coffee and feed the kids…. We’ll talk about your ‘little surprise’ later by Michaela18 (my honorary mom and fave person in the entire world lol, she woke up to a vibrating cellphone which wouldnt stop because I posted 4 chapters all at once and I hadnt told her i'd be doing it lol, but ofc, she usually knows all of my future plans so this was her reaction 🤣🤣)

Memorable reviews on my Divergent fic exchange contribution:

Well, I received a lot of long, amazing reviews on Out of the darkness, into the light. It was something that pushed me further into my writing mania seeing this fic reach 500 hits in only a few hours! It was also my first time writing something so angsty I couldnt read it over all at once and begged my beta to do it instead 😅😅

Apart from these, @jhsgf82's reviews on her birthday gift fic made me so so happy, it was totally worth all the time I spent stressing on writing it for her! (cant put them here because, spoilers haha. LOVE YOU MANDYY!!!)

Memorable replies on fanfics by their authors:

Oh my god this comment made me so happy! I was so scared cause I thought people wouldn't like it😁

I was hoping someone would say something about rye & delly😂

Awe thank you! This means so much to me!❤💙

(I'll definitely be posting some smut soon😉 I was going to make this chapter longer but at the time when I wrote it, I was super tired and was trying to post it so it wouldn't be deleted 😁)

The next chapter will be posted soon! ^^ and if I need song suggestions I'll definitely reply to this comment and ask😁 thank you so much! This comment made me so happy❤💙 on Play that song.

Thank you!!! I am smiling ear to ear at both this comment and the one you relayed from Michaela. Comments like these really keep me motivated, and even though the fandom has definitely dwindled I still have tons of drafts that I can edit and get posted. I’ll see if I can come up with an epilogue for this one too, I can imagine our over adventurous couple may have had at least one unexpected pregnancy along the way :)

Thank you both so much, seriously you all have made my day <3 on His eager student.

I loved reading your comment, and am so incredibly flattered that you've read all my fanfics. I have more, but started taking some of them down. It just seemed like not many people were interested in my stories anymore. But then I get a comment like yours and -- wow!

I am definitely going to continue in the fandom. Too many stories I need to finish, and still loving the fan fiction that keeps being posted. Where would I be without fan fiction? In a sad sad place.

Glad you dropped by, glad you're reading. Made me happy.

Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! on UNDER SUSPICION

Ahhhhh thank you!!!! Not gonna lie, I was waiting for your comment on the sexy times 😆♥️ by @rosegardeninwinter on The sexy librarian trope: A check out-take.

Aww, thanks! Will keep this in mind - wanna keep my baby happy (and focused on her studies) 😇 on Open season.

:D Thanks so much! We're glad you liked it, and we're glad you died laughing! by @rosefyrefyre on Fractured fairytale wedding. (I love the part where the comment says "We're glad you died laughing" 🤣)

omg thank you so much :) I forget that people still read this sometimes, this is such a sweet comment! glad you liked it! on At the peak.

OMG Thank you so much for this comment!!!! It’s amazing!! I’m so glad you liked it and that you fell of your ass because of my writing!! Like…what???? I can do that?! 🤣 (yes, you can)

There will definitely be more smutty one shots in the future!! 😏 if you have a special request you can send me it on tumblr and see what I can do! 🤩 by @softlikethesunset12 on Thank god for Spotify.

(FFN)

Memorable reviews on a Divergent one-shot:

Wow...That song was literally made for this fic. Good job :) by AriIsDivergent on Follow everywhere I go. (made me so damn happy someone felt that way about my writing)

Most cherished review ever!

I am so glad I received the recommendation to read this story. Nicely executed and well written but... I have so many questions! I am a ‘need details’ kind of person and for me you could have continued writing but I know the song is over and the story done. Despite this, I loved it and I will happily read it again! Thank you! by Michaela18 on Follow everywhere I go.

(This last made me so damn happy and confident, I mean I had been such a huge fan of her writing and she said this!! This is also my most cherished review because it's what started the friendship I have with Michaela who has been such an understanding, caring, mentor and has literally adopted me as the daughter she never had. She's always there to give it straight to me and I love her like crazy 😍😍)

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t?

I wanted to write a lot of smutty fics but as you can see, I only now wrote explicit smut, the one I have been meaning to write in nearly everything that came to mind, every kink I have. Its a little disheartening but now that I am slowly gaining confidence in my smut abilities (due to my latest Everlark PWP-ish two-shot), I hope to write a shitton of smutty fics/smut in fics and I am so very excited!

Thank you soooo much for playing with me and I hope I didnt bore you guys with all the memorable reviews I found 😅😅

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Κατακηλέω (νοσταλγία deleted scene)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Κατακηλέω: to charm, cast a spell over (Ancient Greek)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Narses/Reader but you know how that is

Summary: This is a deleted scene that happens between chapter 16 and 17, it centers mainly around Narses.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: The usual, plus a graphic depiction of burning alive (or my best attempt at writing it anyways)

A/N: Yeah idk what to say here lol, I put this together mainly bc @xbellaxcarolinax​ made a point of there being little Narses on the story, and bc she was interested in a chapter more centered around him. I write a lot of rambles that I don’t post cause I don’t think people wanna read ‘em, but here it is one of em, in deleted-scene form lol. Hope you like it, and thank you! <3

Also yes I have Michiel Huisman as Daario in my head as a faceclaim for Narses, idk what to tell ya, I suck at describing characters so of course you had no way of knowing that, and I’m sorry.

Taglist: (I’m sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged in these kind of chapters btw, just lemme know and I’ll keep you on the main story ones only, or just the main story and Ivar PoV ones, whatever works for you) @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @toe-vind-ek-jou @xbellaxcarolinax @pieces-by-me @angelofthorr @samsationalwilson​

“It scares you, doesn’t it?” Freydis starts suddenly one night, and you lift your eyes to her but don’t say anything. So, she continues, “The reminder of what you could do.”

“If you mean-…”

“You know what I mean. You could lie, and I keep wondering why you don’t.”

“Lying is what you would do, is it not?” You snap, head tilted to the side.

The blonde’s smile turns smug, as if she just made you give away a card. Instead of saying anything regarding that, she shrugs,

“You have traveled a lot, lived a lot,” She states, moving carefully and taking a seat next to you, seemingly choosing to ignore your eyes following her. “Will you tell me you are unaware of what men are able and willing to do for a woman’s love?

She stops whatever it is she was going to say next when an elderly woman enters the apothecary, her blue eyes following the woman’s moves. You are reminded of that night when she shared her thoughts by a window and was interrupted -eyes and ears follow the witch-, and realize why she holds her tongue.

Instead of waiting for the other woman to leave, she stands up and asks you to follow with but a gesture of her head.

Certain steps take you both to the same elevated patch of cold and foreign grass that saw you lay on your knees and pray to whatever Gods heard you to give you an answer.

And so, Freydis continues on,

“Look at all Ivar did to get you to be at his side. Imagine what he would do with the promise you could love him,” Manic blue eyes meet yours as Freydis stops you with a hand on your arm. You pointedly look down at it and back up at her face, feeling a tightness in your chest, dread mixed with disdain. “Imagine what he would do if you pretended to love him and threatened to take it away.”

There’s only one answer you can give her.

“Get your hand off me.”

If you were your mother, you’d have a sword in your hands and a snarl on your lips. But you never wanted to fight like a man, and so you only let the cold of this land seep into your voice and harden your expression, your voice.

She remains frozen for a few moments too long, and you once again pointedly look at her hand and back into her eyes.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” You state, and only then does she comply, her eyes searching yours. You return your arm to be comfortable covered by the warm cloak, and turn to keep walking. “I do not want to hear another word of this, you hear me? Not another damned word.”

“Does that mean you’ve given up? You’ll let him keep you here?”

“I said not another word.”

Freydis swallows whatever her words are to be next, and nods her head, accepting your order as if she thinks you gave her a choice.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Freydis speaks again.

“You choose to protect him now, is that it?”

Her dainty and delicate voice loses none of the edge and the certainty, even as her eyes betray something more human.

“You are a smart woman,” You concede instead of answering her questions, and tilt your head to the side, “But a smarter one would know when to hold her tongue.”

“You don’t hold yours.”

“I never claimed to be smart,” You reply easily, before bowing your head in goodbye. “Goodnight, Freydis.”

She knows it is a dismissal, and a rude one at that, but she only returns the gesture. You could swear a strange sort of pride shines in the girl’s dark blue eyes as she takes her leave.

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And now you sit alone overlooking that same cliff and you cannot get her words out of your head. You wish you could hate her, berate her for her games and call her names, say she is nothing but a liar, a whore.

But it is not so simple, is it? You seduced a man into giving you his army, did it so well Freydis trusted you to seek Freyja’s favor and do the same with the King, knew you had what it took with only but a look at you.

You promised your love to Narses only for the faint possibility that he could drive the Byzantine Christians off your lands, that he could bend his army and his strength to your will and give you the kingdom you deserved.

And you did to Narses everything that Freydis would have done to Ivar. You kissed, lied, and promised yourself; for the sake of a game.

Because when all you are told you can be is a warm pair of legs to wrap around a man, a pretty little jewel for him to keep and parade around, a quiet and beautiful maiden to stand beneath who the Gods deem you belong to; you learn to play games, all women do.

You wrap your legs tight enough he begs for mercy trying to escape your spell, you show them how even jewels draw blood if squeezed too tight in a fool’s hand, you let beauty carry you near him and your voice be a whisper as it reaches his ear. You play games.

But, as you sit on the cold grass overlooking Kattegat’s horizon, the sea and the sky meeting far away and reminding you strikingly of dusks and dawns spent on that temple overlooking the ocean and awaiting for those ships; you think about how no women speak of what happens when the game ends.

Because it always ends. It is a world of change, after all, a world of wheels turning and of days and nights and of seasons unending. It goes on and on, and the world changes, the games end.

Maybe you don’t hear women speak of what happens when it ends because few survive it. Those that do, maybe, just like you, refuse to speak of it, refuse to give voice to the pain and the shame that comes after playing with a heart not your own.

Refuse to admit the regret.

“You’ll do it?” He asks, eyes shining, “You’ll be my wife?”

“I would love to marry you,” You lie, you lie, you lie; and it burns your heart, “But I don’t want to bring our children into a world that will push them into the dirt for the Gods they follow, Narses.”

And just like that, promises, vows, oaths, fall from his perfect lips like he cannot help it. And you believe him, because if you hold your breath and dive past the smoke into the memories of your past, you can recognize that the way Narses looks at you now is the same way your father used to look at your mother.

You remember Sieghild’s teachings about Freyja, about her ways of persuasion and seduction, and wonder if, even if you are foreign to her, the Goddess looks over you. You wonder if she would smile or frown at your games.

You fall down on the grass, keeping your hold on Narses’ hands to tug him down with you. Narses falls with a laugh, legs and arms holding him up above you, dark green eyes shining as they look down upon yours.

It is remarkably easy, to surrender to his kiss. You close your eyes, letting your fingers go up into his hair, and allowing your lips and tongue to dance with his.

When his impatient lips move down to your jaw, your neck; you let him, craning your head back so he can have more access to your skin. If you clear your mind, you can almost feel nothing but pleasure.

When you tug particularly hard on his hair as Narses bites at your collarbone, you feel a breathed laugh leave his nose.

Lifting himself up in strong arms on each side of your head, Narses looks down upon you. His words should not hurt like they do by now, as you are so familiar with them you know what they will be before he even opens his mouth.

He steals another quick kiss, and whispers, “I love you.”

As a lover, as his future wife.

You smile through the pain, and answer, “I love you.”

As a friend, as the protector of your people.

As an instrument of war.

You are reminded of the safety of Narses’ embrace, however suffocating; and you can almost taste your name on his lips, bloodied as they were the last time you saw him alive.

“You are in the Elysian Fields, I know,” You start telling the wind, hoping it can carry your words to him, “Or maybe these Varangians’ Gods are fighting with ours to take you with them to Valhalla. Either way, I hope you can hear my voice one last time, my friend.”

You laugh brokenly to yourself, lowering your gaze to the grass under your body, caressing the dark tresses of nature.

“I know I don’t make much sense, I-I never did to you. Ramblings about Fate and empires fallen and tales of Gods and heroes; things that you had no interest in hearing. And yet you still looked upon me like something…something out of a dream, Narses,” You tell him, pain clawing at your heart, reopening wounds you thought you closed long ago. You smile sadly still, and reminisce, “You used to tell me I was your dream, and…I wish I could tell you that you were mine, I truly do. But I can’t.”

And regret fills you, the useless and heartbreaking gift of hindsight showing you that the path you took led only to pain and war. Narses was sent by your choices, by your games, by your mistakes, to die; and you…you were sent here. To what?

You dare think not even the Gods have an answer to your present, or future. But you do have answers to your past, and if someone deserves to hear them, it is Narses, wherever he may be.

“Returning to Eleusis choked me with the smoke of all the fires lit before I left and during my time away. I…blinded myself with ambition and I thought the only way I could fight was through you,” You explain, honestly, brokenly, the only way you know how to, “I knew that if I had the heart of Thebes’ Strategus, I could get what I wanted. I just had to have enough guile, enough lies, enough poison; to trick you into giving me your heart.

You offer the wind a hollow chuckle, bitter and angry and oh so filled with regret you can feel your heart poisoned with it.

“And I did exactly that. Maybe Aphrodite and Peitho blessed my lies, maybe Sieghild was right and Freyja watched over me,” You look over Kattegat’s horizon, facing the truths of your past when you don’t know what you want out of your future, “Either way, I used you, I hated myself but I still did it and…I got what I wanted.

As the agony of the flames crawls over your legs, scorching your skin with the inferno, blinding your eyes with the smoke, flogging your throat with your screams; you turn your gaze to the sky, blackened and barren as it is, and plead the Gods you have fought and bled for to grant you a moment of mercy, a painless death.

And flesh being charred smells awful, making your poisoned lungs heave for unattainable retrieve. You hold a moment of clarity in your mind to beg for Sieghild’s forgiveness, that you left her in this world alone after she sacrificed so much for you. You hope her Gods let you visit her in Folkvangr.

With one last ragged and angry scream, you let your strength leave you, your agony leave you, your regrets leave you.

When you awaken you find yourself in too much pain to accept this is the Underworld. Before you open your eyes, a moment of panic and dread fills your heart at the thought that the Christians left you alive to torture you, but you hear familiar voices, smell familiar fragrances.

Sieghild’s hand over your forehead, gentle and loving in ways she rarely is, makes a small smile tug at your dried and bleeding lips.

“I know you are awake, open your eyes,” She chastises, gruff even when relief clogs her voice. You do, and her smiling inked face settles your quickly beating heart, makes you forget the pain for a moment. “I love you, you stubborn child.”

You allow yourself a smile, closing your eyes again and focusing on breathing for a few moments, before whispering, “I love you too, minn móðir.”

The shieldmaiden chuckles brokenly, pressing rough lips on the crown of your head. After a few moments of silence, she sighs.

“By the way, you mad woman, you did it.”

“Did what?” You ask raggedly, wincing as you lift your head to accept the cup of water she offers.

“Listen, little one,” She instructs, and when you do, you hear the rustling of armor plates, the heavy steps of soldiers outside your door. The Viking woman shakes her head in almost disbelief, “The Strategos, that boy, he saved you from the flames.”

“Narses?”

“His soldiers came with us, we have nearly a thousand men here.”

“I did so many things wrong, Narses. I lied and manipulated and pretended, and maybe because the Gods are cruel, or maybe because reaping what you sow is an empty promise; I succeeded, and I got what I wanted. I knew I wouldn’t win, not against the Empire, not against the Christians, but…I wanted them to remember me, to remember our names and our Gods and our ways. To remember we don’t die silently.

And even if it hurts, you admit to yourself that you would do it again. You wish you could have loved Narses the way he deserved, you wish you could have been honest, you wish you could have found other ways to fight for your kingdom; but…you understand why you did it, and feeble and useless as it is, you want to forgive yourself for it.

Where there is war there can never be love, right? And you wanted war, you will not lie to yourself and say you truly wanted peace all along.

No, you wanted to see those Christians that came to take your home bleed at your feet, you wanted Attica to be free again, and Laconia, and Macedonia, and Arcadia, and many others. And you would wage war for your freedom for a thousand years if needed.

You would promise Narses your hand again if it came to it. You know you would, because the person you were when Attica was yours…she would have done that and much more for a chance at freedom. Now, you know better. Now, you let yourself be softer. Now, the world is a lot bigger than it seemed back then.

Now, things are different. Maybe you are, maybe the world is, maybe your heart is. Maybe Ivar is.

You smile at the barren horizon that doesn’t seem so foreign and intimidating now, and whisper, “I could do it now, I know. I would end up dead when he knew the truth, that’s for certain, but the victory would be mine, our people’s, by the time Ivar could catch up with my lies. I could, Narses.

“We need Stithulf’s support. We will ally with him, and even if you scream and fight it is what will happen.”

But you are shaking your head before he even finishes speaking.

“As Anassa of Attica I ca-…”

“As the commander of your forces, as the man you’ll marry, I’m telling y-…”

The hostility, the command, in his tone startle you to attention, and you narrow your eyes as you step closer. You don’t reach his shoulder, but the years have taught you there’s few things a man fears more than a woman that refuses to fight like a man but still fights.

“If you try using that to silence me, I fear you will not live long as my husband.” The threat drips from your lips like wine, but Narses doesn’t cave for once, and he drags a hand over his face.

“You always fight me, why do you…why can’t you be…?” His words die in a sigh, and you lift your eyebrows.

“Why can’t I be someone I’m not? Would you love me if I were anything other than me?”

“Sometimes, I wish you were,” He sentences, a hand over his eyes as he grunts out the words. Your heart drops, and so does your guard. He sighs again, and a hand reaches up and cups your cheek, unaware your whole body tightens to a coil the moment he touches you. “Sometimes, I fool myself into thinking I still see the woman you once were in you. The woman that wanted a life surrounded by Eleusis’ warmth, the woman that cared not for war, for vengeance.”

You grit your teeth, and step back, closing your eyes tightly as you croak,

“That woman was never all I was. I wanted Eleusis, I still do, but that doesn’t mean I never wanted revenge, Narses. Those Christia-…”

When you feel he finally drops his hand from your cheek, you open your eyes and watch his hand clench into a fist.

“Why do I have to love a woman like you?” He hisses, turning his back to you and slamming both hands on the weak table in front of him. “I’ve asked the Gods why, you know. Why I have to love a woman arrogant and ambitious and…Hera help me, a woman that is not mine. Never was, never will be.”

“I-…What are you saying?”

“Do you think I’m enough of a fool to think I can make you my wife? If the Fates don’t stop me you will,” A humorless chuckle leaves his lips, “Lord Hades might split open the earth and drag you to the Underworld before I get to call you my wife.”

“Don’t say those things.”

“It is true! I was not Fated to have you, even if the Gods know I was Fated to love you,” He shakes his head, teeth gritted and eyes failing to meet yours, “We both know what made you say yes to me, and it is what is keeping you from saying yes to Stithulf. It was never love.”

Shame chokes you, keeps the next words form leaving your lips. Your lips tremble and your eyes cloud with tears as you look at his tense back, nothing but regrets shining in your eyes.

“Are you-…will you l-leave?”

Will you leave me? Is the question you dare not ask, because you do not have the right to believe he should want to stay at your side, not after everything.

You still don’t want him to leave you alone here.

But the Thebesian takes a deep breath, straightening his back again and turning to you. The same anguished softness you saw so many times in his eyes still shines in them now, and he shakes his head.

His voice when he replies feels like warmth, like safety and nostalgia,

“I will always be at your side. Until Hades summons you home, I’ll be at your side.”

You look into his warm eyes, and with shame still burning your chest, you ask,

“Why? The Gods know I do not deserve it. Why do you stay?”

The answer leaves his lips with the same certainty it always did, with the same hope and the same truth,

“I love you.”

You like to believe you would have loved Narses, you like to believe you would have been content remaining as Eleusis’ Priestess. You like to believe you could have birthed him children for you to teach the way of the Gods and he to give the fame of his family.

Problem is, you fear now, with the taste of this strange freedom still fresh and sweet on your tongue, you don’t think you could have ever lived with the binds of what Narses wanted to make out of you. A priestess, whose ambition is forgotten when he wills it so; a woman, whose eyes will need to lower from his; a wife, to be quietened when he speaks.

And you don’t want that, to be what Narses wanted you to, what Galla wanted you to, what Freydis wants you to, what Ivar wants you to. You want to be you, and you want to fight, and be compassionate and revengeful, and be soft and relentless, without needing to choose one or the other.

You want nights of stupid arguments and infuriating talks, you realize around a broken chuckle, you want foreign languages and even more foreign customs, you want…you want Ivar. In all his vitriol, in all his bloodthirst, in all his awkward gentleness and in all his armored heart, you want him.

Tears of regret and the path not taken fill your eyes, and you find yourself sobbing out a small laugh, “But the person that lied and tricked you, that could do the same to Ivar…she died amongst the flames, left me in her place, I think.

The Priestess is dead.

Taking the small knife Ivar gifted you what seems like a lifetime ago, you hold a lock of your hair in front of you, and cut off the wind-blown and tangled strands, holding a short tress in your hand that weights like a decade of apologies and promises made.

“I’m sorry. For everything I did and everything I didn’t do,” You promise him, closing your eyes and almost seeing his smiling face before you, his eyes shining and his sun-kissed skin weathered around a smile. “In another life, I may have loved you like you deserved.”

You open your palm, and let the strands of grief be carried off by Kattegat’s winds way across the sea.

And in another world, on another land, a dead man takes a breath.

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So, hope you liked it, hope that last sentence got you wonderin’, and hope you have a nice day/night!

Thank you so much for reading, see you Tuesday with the scheduled update: chapter 18 :)

[prettyboybarzal]

82 with kevin hayes if you write for him!

of course!!!! i got a lil carried away. enjoy, my love :)

requests from this list are open!!!

Kevin was drunk. Well, he was 12 hours ago at midnight. He’d gone on a trip to Vegas with his brother and a few friends, and apparently things had gotten out of hand because you woke up to three missed calls and a very long voicemail.

The sight of his name on your homescreen made your stomach twist and turn. Things between the two of you hadn’t been that great since the Flyers season ended. He left Philly to return to Boston for the off season, and as a result ended the three month long situationship you had going on.

You hadn’t heard from him since, and you thought it was better to keep it that way. But, seeing his name on your phone again made you feel differently. 

“Fuck, she didn’t pick up,” you heard him slur to someone else. “YN, I needed you to pick up and you didn’t.” There was a long pause, some arguing on the other end of the phone, and then he was back. “Listen, YN, I met a girl tonight and I need you to tell me not to do something stupid like elope with her.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“But you didn’t pick up.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and deleted the message without listening to the minute remaining. And then you tossed it into the drawer beside your bed and left it behind, deciding the day would be better if you just unplugged.

The voicemail shook you up and, despite leaving the phone on the other end of your apartment, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The entire day went by and you remained on the couch, bag of chips on one side of you, wine on the other. If you couldn’t get the sound of his voice out of your head, maybe the wine could.

It was around 8 p.m. when there was a knock at your door. Without thinking, you stood and sauntered over, bottle in hand. One peek through the peephole revealed a wide expanse of chest clothed in a Flyers t-shirt. You were frantic, placing the bottle on the side table beside the keys so you could pull the door open. 

As soon as the door was opened, Kevin breathed out, “Holy.”

“What?”

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Your cheeks are so red, and your eyes are all glassy.”

“Why are you here?” you asked, flinching out of his touch. He looked wounded, gazing down at his fingers that had stilled in mid-air. “Shouldn’t you be at your wedding?”

“Oh, no,” he grumbled. “I saw your name on my recent calls and I got the first flight out here. I couldn’t remember if we talked or if I left a voicemail, and I needed to come and see you.”

“I hope you signed a prenup, Kevin.”

“A prenup?” he asked, blinking rapidly. “What are you talking about?”

“You called me last night to tell me that you were going elope with some girl you met,” you explained. “God, what is wrong with you?”

“Can I come inside please?”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes and you momentarily thought about smacking him upside the head to see if they’d get stuck like that, but thought better of it. 

“YN, whatever I said, it wasn’t true,” he began. “I promise you. I swear. Can I please come in?”

You stared at each other, both unwavering until finally you stepped aside and let him in. As he turned to slide his shoes off, he caught sight of the bottle on the side table and lifted it up to wave it in front of your face. 

“Don’t judge me.”

“I would never,” he said. And then, for good measure, he took a swig. To your dismay, the corners of your lips quirked up and so did his. You rolled your eyes and turned to enter the living room, plopping down in the spot you’d just been. He sat on the other end. 

He broke the silence first. 

“I didn’t get married,” he said. He wiped his palms on the shorts he was wearing, eyes set on your face. “I wouldn’t just marry anyone. I know sometimes I’m a shithead, but I’m not that bad.”

“You are a shithead.”

He sighed loudly, knowing damn well that you were referring to the “break up” in May. And then, he turned to face you completely. 

“YN, I fucked up,” he admitted. “I really fucked up, and I knew that the moment I left Philly. Jimmy’s been on my ass about it because I haven’t stopped talking about you, so he wanted to bring us to Vegas and get my mind off it. And, honestly, it just made it all worse because apparently I told you I was getting married?”

“You left me a three minute long voicemail,” you informed him. “I couldn’t make it past a minute and a half.”

“Thank God,” he murmured, running a hand over his face. “I worry about what the last minute and a half was.”

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry for stressing you out.”

“You didn’t,” you quipped. He glanced at the wine on the coffee table, so you kicked his shin lightly, earning a chuckle from him. “I thought I was over you.”

“And you’re not?”

“Clearly no,” you murmured. “I think my heart broke for a second time when I listened to your voicemail today.”

"I love you.”

“Kevin.”

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m not saying that to save face or make you not be upset with anymore. I genuinely love you. I have for a really long time, and I was stupid to leave Philly without locking you down. I only want you, forever. Swear.”

“Forever, Kev?” you asked in disbelief. “You’re full of it.”

He scooched down the couch, pulling you into his lap.

“Forever,” he said. “You’re the only girl I want to elope with.”

You reached up and pushed his chest with your hand, trying to calm your beating heart. He took your hand in his and pulled it into his, fingers interlocking as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Forgive me, please,” he begged. “I am the biggest idiot.”

“You are,” you agreed, cupping his face in your hands. He reached up with his free hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck. “You’re not allowed to elope with anyone but me.”

“Does this mean we’re out of the woods?”

“You have a lot of making up to do,” you told him. He smiled before pulling you down to him and kissing you slowly. When he pulled away, he smirked at your swollen lips and the smile you couldn’t seem to hide. He couldn’t believe he’d ever let you go. He stood, gathering you in his arms for the walk down the hall.

“Let me start making it up to you now.” 

[vcidgalpin]

The Tell Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Eventually)

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 874

A/N: This is very short but has some important information in it so please make sure you read this :)

Warnings: mention of death/murder, angst, arguements

   “It’s me. Again. I found something and I don’t know what to do and if you don’t turn your phone back on I’m going to kill you. I’m too pissed off to come up with a witty description of exactly how I’m going to kill you. I’m just going to kill you.” Stiles paces around the room, nearly yelling down the phone as I lie watching him from his bed. He grumbles as he ends the voicemail, slamming his phone down onto the bed as he sits down beside me. My amused smirk shrinks as he stares me down, clearly not in a joking mood.

“Just, do what I suggested okay? You’ve sent the photo to your phone, so just delete it from Lydia’s phone. I don’t even understand why you took it, didn’t you say she was completely knocked out? You could’ve just sent the photo then and there,”

“Y/N I didn’t know what to do okay? Sorry I don’t have all the answers,”

“God, what’s got your panties in a bunch, Stilinski? Did you think something more would’ve happened with her?”

“Y/N-” He says with a warning tone,

“You and her, in her bedroom…” I start poking at his chest, emphasising my words, “No, I'm sure your thoughts were completely pure. Come on, I wasn’t born yesterday,” All of a sudden, Stiles grips my wrists, pushing them either side of me, scowling down at me,

“Y/N, shut up. I am not talking about this, okay?” His voice is gruff, angry, nearly animalistic. If I didn’t know otherwise, I would think he could’ve been a werewolf from the tone of his voice. A knock on the door makes us both jump, and we move so we are sitting as far away as we can on the bed. The door clicks open, and the sheriff leans into the room.

“Please tell me I’m going to hear good news at this parent teacher thing tonight,”

“Crap! The conference- Sorry I- I really have to go, um. Have a good night Sheriff… Stiles,” I grit my teeth as I force out a farewell to the boy, grabbing my stuff.

“No problem, Y/N,” His voice sounds slightly suspicious of my mood, but he doesn’t question anything aloud. I run out of the room, and get out of the house as fast as I can. My parents are going to murder me.

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  I sink my head low as we head into the chemistry lab to talk to Mr Harris. My parents kindly greet him and we all take our seats. Playing with my hands, I try to prepare myself for the onslaught of negative things Mr Harris has to say about me.

“Y/N has been… distracted, as of late. It would be an informed assumption for me to say that this new bad behaviour and lack of concentration is due to her new choice of friends, but I don’t really know if there is much that can be done about that,” I feel my mom and dad’s eyes burrow into the sides of my head.

“Y/N, is this true? Are you being peer pressured into acting out in class?” My mother is the first to speak.

“No! No it’s not that, I just… Can we talk about this after? Pleaseee?” I beg,

“Oh trust me, young lady, we will definitely be talking about this later,” I sink further into my seat, wishing the world would swallow me up.

“Her test scores were very high at the start of the semester, so I know she has the potential. It’s clear she knows her stuff, but I wish she would put a little more effort into it. Being preoccupied with Stilinski and Mccall is not something that I would call productive. There are a couple of things that she can do to boost her average back up as soon as possible, but it will require me to devote some of my spare time to her, and I don’t want to do that if she isn’t fully committed to changing. So, Y/N, I guess that’s where things are up to you,”

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“You have some explaining to do, Miss Y/L/N,”

“My friends aren’t bad influences, okay? I promise. I just- you know how hard it has been for me to make friends after Faith- after she,” My words get caught in my throat, as gory images of my sister flash through my mind. My parents both rush to catch me in their arms, their body warmth acting as a blanket, as I sob into my father’s jacket.

“I know honey,” He rubs his hand over my hair soothingly, “I’m sorry if we stressed you out. Of course we want you to have friends, as long as they are real and supportive. Whatever makes you happy,” A sob escapes me as I nod into the stiff material of the clothing item. My parents pull away slightly, and look into my eyes.

“And please, Y/N… Remember. What happened was not your fault.” I nod, trying to be agreeable, but deep down, all I can think about is how much it really was all my fault. I’m the reason she’s dead. I killed my sister.

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[leilabeaux]

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Four

Masterlist | One Two Three

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 2161

Summary: Reader has some regrets and she learns something new about Alex.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  And this is where I leave you. ::tips hat and rides off into the sunset:: On a real note, sorry for the lack of updates. Work and personal life has been hectic and wearing your girl down.

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The bright lights of the Vegas Strip illuminated the living room enough that you didn’t bother turning on any lights as you left your bedroom. Now dressed down in your worn-out, oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, you walked over to the wet bar and pulled a bottle of vodka down from the shelf, not caring how overpriced it was. You thought about grabbing a glass but instead shrugged and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Settling on the wide marble ledge, you looked past your reflection in the window to peer down at the sparse traffic on the streets. You felt so physically drained after all the tears you’ve shed. You rubbed your bare face in embarrassment, mortified over letting all your emotions get in the way and ruining what was otherwise a nice evening.

Now that you weren’t in the middle of a panic attack, you regretted reacting too quickly when you told Alex to leave. You wished you could have him come back or at least text him so you could explain yourself but you two never took a moment to exchange numbers. Not like it would make much of a difference anyway, you were sure he was grateful to get some distance away from your crazy ass.

You didn’t bother looking over when you heard the door unlock and open. The clicking of heels confirmed it was your best friend doing her walk of shame, or stride of pride as she lovingly called it. 

“So I didn’t see any sign of your Lover Boy when I snuck out of Marco’s room,” Bianca teased. You could hear her plop down onto the couch and then soft thuds of what you assumed were her shoes being dropped on the floor. “Is he here? Did you wear him out? Why are we sitting in the fucking dark?”

Light had filled the room after she clicked on a lamp. Although you were no longer crying, you knew your red, puffy eyes would give you away when you turned to look at her.

“Oh my god! What the fuck happened?” She rushed over to join you on the ledge. “What did that fucker do?”

“He didn’t do anything,” you gave a small smile, trying to put her worries to rest but as all the emotions from the night went through you again, you couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up.

Bianca wrapped her arms around you, comforting you until you were ready to talk. Her hand rubbed your back as you softly sniffled into her shoulder.

“What happened, sweetie? Are you sure he didn’t do anything? Because I won’t hesitate to put my shoes back on and kick his ass if I need to.” 

“No, Alex was sweet and a total gentleman the entire night. So you can calm down with all of that.” You pulled away from her, drying your face with the back of your sleeve before giving her a quick run through of your night.  “We were kissing and everything was good and...I don’t know. It felt familiar.”

“Familiar how?”

“It was like being with Trevor again. I know him and Alex couldn’t be anymore different but it somehow felt the same. And then all I could think of was him and how much I missed him. I just felt guilty like I was cheating on him.”

Bianca shook her head as she took your hand in hers. “Y/N, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Trevor's been gone for almost two years now. It’s perfectly fine to move on whether if it’s a relationship or just sex. I know he would want you to be with someone who makes you happy.”

“It still feels too soon, maybe I’m not ready to be with anyone. Ugh, as if being with Alex would be possible especially after I freaked out on him,” you clasped your hand on your forehead, grimacing over that memory. “And I basically told him I was married.”

“What? Why?” Bianca looked at you like you were crazy.

“He saw my ring and asked how long I was married. So I told him eight years.” It technically wasn’t a lie. You had been married for about eight years before a deputy stood at your doorstep, telling you that your husband would never be returning home. “You know I hate the pitiful look people give me when they hear I’m a widow. And I thought it would be easier to push him away if I pretended that I was a faithful wife. But fuck, man,  I couldn’t even keep that up!”

“It’s not too late to tell him all of this. I think I might remember what room they’re staying in.”

“Okay, even if he doesn’t think I’m crazy after all of that, I don’t think me and him would work. He’s young and I barely had the patience to deal with Trevor when he was that age. And he doesn’t even live in this country,” you tried to reason with her and maybe with your heart.

“Okay, he’s young and he doesn’t go here. So what?”

“I just think getting into a long distance relationship after losing your husband is a disaster.”

“Or it could be something beautiful. I’m sorry, Y/N. But if this boy could give even a fraction of happiness that Trevor gave you, then I’m all for it.”

You gnawed on your lip as you considered what she was telling you. You were too scared to take the risk. You were convinced that it would only end in heartbreak and you weren’t sure if you had enough strength to deal with another one of those again.

“I think I’m just too tired to deal with any of this right now...or ever.” You turned toward the window, staring at your worn down reflection. Definitely too damn tired.

——

The snow outside of your kitchen window was coming down hard and didn't show any signs of stopping. You sighed to yourself while emptying the remainder of the wine bottle into your glass, silently praying that you wouldn’t find yourself snowed in in the morning.

You sat on the couch, pulling the cozy throw up to your chin and trying to get comfortable while your lovable dog and cat duo, Dallas and Leeloo, were busy fighting over the spot next to you. Unfortunately for the young feline, it seemed like the elder Labrador was coming out to be the winner.

You sipped on your wine as you scrolled through Hulu for something to distract you from your headache of a night—your first and definitely last Tinder date. 

You had spent twenty embarrassing minutes waiting for your date to return after he excused himself to the restroom. There was no devastation on your part. You didn’t feel the same chemistry in person that you had over messages but you were willing to at least wish him a good night like a decent person. You deleted the app on your way out, already convinced that nothing good would be coming from it.

You weren’t even mad at this guy. All of your annoyance was aimed at Bianca who had spent the last six months encouraging—nagging and begging—you to go out and start dating. She claimed that it was officially time for you to start moving on but you suspected she just wanted you to see how wrong you were for letting the potential Mr. Right in Vegas get away.

You’d never tell her but she was right and you didn’t need a string of bad or mediocre dates to find that out. The nights you used to spend in bed wondering how life would be if Trevor was still alive were now spent thinking of what could have been with Alex. From the small amount of time you spent with him, you knew he would be the caring, supportive boyfriend who’d hang on every word you said and whisper into your ear to ease any of your self doubts and do anything to make you smile.

You had tried to search for him with the very minimal details you knew about him, during one very lonely night spent with a bottle of whiskey, but none of the Copenhagen based photographers named Alex turned out to be the one you were looking for. It shouldn’t have been too shocking but your drunk self still took it a bit hard, spending part of the night lying on the kitchen floor and crying into Dallas’s fur.

You gave up on finding something uplifting to watch and settled with the historical drama you had been slowly working your way through the past few months. You originally didn’t think a show about Vikings would be your cup of tea as you were more of a sucker for the period pieces with more extravagant, vibrant costumes but it came highly recommended by your Vegas fling. He said it was a pretty good show. After three seasons and nine episodes, he definitely wasn’t wrong.

You were down to the last ten minutes of the episode where Bjorn was going up to his brothers’ cabin. You had downed the rest of your glass only to spit it all out, your pets scurrying away to avoid the spray, when grown Ivar rolled over to show his face.

“What...the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as the scene cutaway. Your mouth hung open and your eyes were glued to the screen. 

“What the fuck?” You repeated again when you saw Marco on the screen next to Alex. “Why would they do that to his hair?”

As soon as the episode ended, you sat still with your brow furrowed. You went through all the conversations you had and didn’t remember him saying he was an actor nor that he starred in this “pretty good” show.

You grabbed your phone to do a quick google search of who played Ivar. Alex Høgh Andersen. This entire time you had access to his name. If only you had given in to your urge to binge watch the show in one sitting you would have had it sooner. 

You pulled up your Instagram and typed in his name. As you were about to click on his account, you quickly changed your mind and threw your phone next to you on the couch as if it scorched you. You weren’t seriously going to stalk this man on the internet, you were a whole grown woman who was definitely too mature to be drooling over some pictures. 

Getting up to get ready for bed, you left your phone where it was so it would be less of a temptation. But you found that you couldn’t help but stare at it through the mirror as you aggressively brushed your teeth. Your curiosity was beginning to get the best of you.

You quickly rinsed out your mouth and walked toward your couch but then turned around, shaking your head as you headed down the hall to your bedroom. Leeloo and Dallas sat next to each other in the living room, both looking down the hall and not bothering to follow as if certain you’d be back.

“I’m just going to look at a few pictures. Just see what he’s been up to,” you explained to no one when you returned for your phone. Standing in the middle of your living room, you looked through his posts from the funny videos to his beautiful photography. You thought maybe you spent too much time scrolling through when you found yourself unable to stop staring at his well defined arm as he hovered over a mattress.

It wouldn’t be too crazy if you sent him a message to catch up and see how he was doing. Or would it? What would you even say? “Hi, remember me? The woman you ate out in Vegas. You know the one who broke down before you got a chance to get it in? Oh, and remember how I said I was married? Surprise! I’m actually a widow and lied because I got scared over you being so into me and even more scared when I realized I may have felt the same.”

You kept going back and forth over what you should really say to him, typing one thing only to immediately delete it. Seemed like anything you wrote came out sounding awkward or just dumb.

“Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me? It’s Y/N. The baker you met in Vegas.” It was enough to start a conversation but would he think you’re only contacting him because you now knew he was an actor. Your thumb hovered over send as you contemplated your choice.

You looked up at the clock and sighed out loud. You couldn’t afford to waste anymore time on this unless you wanted to be a zombie when you went into work in the morning.

You brought your thumb down and hit send. Fuck it.

----

End Notes: This is the last chapter of this part but not the end of their story. So don’t be too mad at me. Will Alex read her message? Will they ever meet again? Does Reader need to tell Bianca that she was right? 

Tags: @castielsangelsx @xbellaxcarolinax​ @didiintheblog​ @jzr201​ @kaitieskidmore1​ @eroguroshoujo

[btxtreads]

ANOTHER TAG ASHJHJASD

extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @txthearteu​

tagging @markhyucknorenminchenji​ @qtsoobin​ @beomberry​ @txtdiaries​ and other people who wanna do it idk

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course, none other than king943 hSJADJSAJHAS. He’s a little secret I’ll let you all in on: the first person I actually noticed in TXT was,,,,,,, Kang Taehyun hSDHJAHJSDAHSA but he wasn’t my bias. I just thought he was cute (also amused me bc my BTS bias was Taehyung and I found a guy named Taehyun cute), but I didn’t stan them then. I started stanning when I saw ONE DREAM.TXT where they talked to BTS and found them really cute and endearing. Looking into them, they were wild, and chaotic and so fun and also i got rEAAAALLY attached to Soobin. So here I am. There u go, my stanning story.

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a famous actress or singer hJSHADJSA

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Went to a theme park. I miss going to theme parks 🥺

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

hmmm most of the time i just go out with just my phone and money unless I need to bring a bag due to safety concerns/more items needed. So I’d say nothing unconventional.

favourite type of plushies and why?

God do I seem boring hsahsajjsa but i wasn’t too big on plushies. I had a gigantic teddy bear named Justin when I was a kid (it’s a bear with shades that my brother gave me) and I used to buy plushies whenever I’m in disneyland, it’s all in my sister’s reading lounge. The only plushie in my room now is a Mollang doll wearing like a blue shirt/dress, it’s my favorite rn It’s squishyyyy

favourite song right now?

right now, it’s Work It by Sabrina Carpenter.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

Dancing (i literally suck. i have no idea how. no joke), Vocal Lessons (had some lessons briefly for like a year but i stopped and want to take some again), music production, acting, hosting

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

ok okok so one time in our class groupchat we were talking about class elections for officers. There were muse votes and some people were saying they want me to be the muse but i didnt want to bc i was busy with work. Then they started saying that they want me to be the muse and this guy that i rejected be the escort. while this is happening, i was simping hard for soobin in another chat. anyways, i got everything mixed up and accidentally sent the soobin simp stuff to the class chat and everyone thought i was simping for the classmate i rejected i was so asHAMED.

headphones or speakers? why?

speakers! idk i just like blastic the music loud.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

anything with cheese

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since its free for me askjjksad someone pays for my subscription lmaooo

😌✌️

questions from cj to me:

android or apple? why?

APPLE because im loyal 😌 and i guess im just used to it so its easier to use for me + all my gadgets at home are mac

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

I think there should be a good balance of both. The words will have the ability to give you this sense of comfort and satisfaction and you know just overall a peace of mind when you hear the right words??? and physical affection bc sometimes it’s just better to get a hug or a kiss isntead of talking yk? actions speak louder than words sometimes

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

Honestly, this would depend. If I’m reading a book and feeling very vintage with a hot cup of coffee, definitely a rocking chair. If I’m watching TV and basically just chilling I’d go for Bean Bag. I like maintaining the atmosphere.

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

I view it as in-between, because there’s always room for improvement. There’s always things to change, and consider, and make better. There’s no such thing as perfect.

If someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

Please stop corona right now and let everyone go back to their daily lives and please let me attend a TXT concert bls im begging on my kNEES

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

Give me Soobin I just want to give him a hug. this is valid i can hold him

favorite season and why

Winter! Even if I’ve never experienced snow or winter before, the whole idea of snow is just really fun and endearing to me. One of my bucketlists is to see snow in real life. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve always been this person to prefer the cold over heat.

what made you enter tumblr?

I’ve always been here! Just not in kpop tumblr. I’ve since deleted my old accounts and shame  but i came back to write. It’s always been so stress-relieving to me, to write without any expectations on my back because I’m thinking about grades or a competition. Also Soobin simping is a daily thing and I gotta release it somewhere man

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

Yes. I may not be the richest or the prettiest, or smartest or whatever, but I have a good family that loves me. I have good friends that support me and I have TXT and BTS to help me cope when things get overwhelming. I have a job that gives me a little bit of income (it’s not too common for college students here to get jobs like in the US, most of them just focus on acads) and all the means to continue my education amidst the pandemic. So really, I’m grateful for where I am now.

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

Why do you have to do me dirty cj,,,,, prolly online. I may not get to hug them or anything but I get to talk to them still. As may times as I want to. And as a girl whose sanity literally just depends on Soobin giggles rn it’ll be very therapeutic to me to see them and talk to them as much as I could, even just through a screen.

QUESTIONS FROM ME TO YOU:

Cinema or Netflix? Why?

Fire or Rain? Why?

What’s the worst experience you’ve had as a KPOP stan?

How do you handle stress?

Favorite Disney Princess and why?

Which fictional character do you say you relate the most to?

How did you get into KPOP?

What kind of merch you got 👀

Would you date a KPOP idol? What would you do if you do date one? (doesnt have to be your bias, just wanna see what y’all would do)

Would you rather be with someone you love but doesn’t love you back or be with someone that loves yu but you don’t love them back? (Or, as the Filipinos would say, Mahal ko o Mahal Ako)

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: rina

birthday: - 

zodiac: gemini

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5′2 like 2 years ago, i probably grew like an inch or two 

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: bts and txt fanfics to read hasjhsahj

blog established: ,,,,, i cant remember askjjksdjkdsa but the blog is only a few months old!

followers: 384!!! love yall 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: b u n n y y y y y

favourite books: CAMP HALF BLOOD SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN IM ZEUS’ DAUGHTER YALL

favourite colour: black, blue, purple

favourite fictional characters: Percy Jackson, Jaron from Ascendance Trilogy, Chimmy!!! hihi

favourite flower: white roses

favourite scent: coffee

favourite season: winter

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 3-5 or 8-10.

cats or dogs: dogs because cats scare me

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee!!! especially if it’s iced and sweet

current time: 12:21 AM

dream trip: California. Look I have the visa, pls miss rona. just leave so cali can just let me IN

dream job: actress or singer

hobbies: writing, reading, watching crackvids

hogwarts house: gryffindor

last movie watched: Work It (bc it has sabrina carpenter ahshsahsa i have low standards when we talk about Sabrina)

last song listened to: Helpless - Hamilton OBC

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, I would go on a date in high school. Also try to exert more effort in my appearance back then i looked like an honest to god M E S S (tbh i still do but now i have eyebrow liner on) hsajhsajhh

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to (at the moment)

Run Away - TXT

Work It - Sabrina Carpenter

Euphoria - BTS

Song Cry - Yeonjun

Helpless - Hamilton OBC

Satisfied - Hamilton OBC

Journey to the past - Anastasia OBC

Lost in the Woods - Frozen OST

Perfect Song - Sabrina Carpenter

Friends - BTS

[wonderwomanfantasy]

your Alpha

I am a big dumb and I deleted the original request but it was asking for a Jealous Alpha Mydoria and then he wreaks shit. and that's what this is. I’m sorry I lost the request. 

Dom!Alpha!Midoriya x Sub!Omega!Reader

word count: 1,500 (about)

warnings: smut, rough sex, ABO stuff, 

Summary: other Alphas should know better than to bother you, especially this close to Midoriya’s rut, but some people just can’t get the message. 

 Midoriya was a very tame alpha. People would tease him, questioning if he was a real Alpha or not. As his omega, you got your fair share of it as well. Other omegas would snicker and ask what it was like to be with a beta. But you didn't care, because you knew better. While he was gentle and Docile most of the time, during his ruts he was as aggressive as any other Alphas. He pinned you against any surface he could find, your skin was red and marked after he had had his way with you. And after was done you always got lots of cuddles.

You could smell the intensity of his rut. His scent was heavier and he was acting different, more possessive. His hand was practically glued to your hip, pressing you into his side. He was scenting you constantly as well, flooding your scenes with his earthy smell. He had you trapped on his couch, his mouth was ravishing the side of your neck, right above where your bond mark would be when he finally Mated you. His tongue teased the unblemished skin. What would you do if he bonded you right now? His rut was just a few days away and it was getting harder and harder to let you out of his grasp. He sunk his teeth into the column of your neck enjoying the scream you let out.

“I-Izuku,” you moaned.

“was that to rough baby? Do you want me to kiss it better?” he tried to sound teasing but you could tell he was genuinely concerned.

“no that's not it, I have to go Yaoyorozu is calling me it could be important.” you squirmed in his grasp.

“what could she want from you,” he asked tightening his grip in your hips

“I don't know if you let me answer the phone I could find out,” you said gesturing to the ringing phone on the coffee table. He picked it up and handed it to you.

It turned out it wasn't a life or death emergency Momo just wanted to know if you and Izuku would go on a double date with her and her omega.

“don't you dare say yes, tell her we're busy,”  Izuku growled right next to the phone not caring if she heard or not. 

“Sorry Momo, you know how it gets around Rut season, next time though,” you promised and hung up. Izuku looked disgruntled.

“I don't like it when other Alphas try to steel you away from me,” he huffed

“Oh come on it was Momo, she has an omega already she doesn't want to steal me away from you,” you knew how paranoid he could get and you did your best to soothe his worries. He pouted

“I don't like that you have a special nickname for her either.” you looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close you could smell his unease.

“I love you more than I love Yayorozo and besides, I have a special nickname for you too.” he frowned

“no, you don't”

“yes I do, Alpha,” his pupils dilated with lust. You knew how much he loved that title. He kissed you deeply and aggressively.  No matter how many times you helped him through his rut, you were always surprised at how dominant he could be. He hooked his arms under your thighs. He lifted you effortlessly. Izuku loved it he was able to fuck you in his own house. Don't get him wrong, your nest is nice but when you were surrounded by his scent. His omega in his territory, it made the Alpha in his incredibly happy.  He tossed you, gently, onto his bed before hurriedly moving on top of you. He ripped your shirt from your body. Literally ripped it, you frowned.

“that was a nice shirt you know,” you huffed. He licked his lips.

“you look better without it,” your bra was the next thing to go he managed to restrain himself enough to actually unhook your bra and not rip it off your body. He growled at the sight of your exposed chest. He lowered his head to your bare chest. You hissed when he took your nipple into his mouth he scraped his teeth across the sensitive bud. Izuku would have loved to spend hours kissing and marking every inch of your body, but he was too needy for that. He needed to be inside of you right now, to Knot you and fill you up until you were bursting with his seed.

He slid his hand under the waistband of your jeans and used his fingers to stretch you out. Every time you moaned or hissed it only spurred him on further. He massaged your clit and thought about how pretty you would look swollen with his pups. Or how perfect his bond mark would look on your skin. “I-Izuku please I'm so close,” you moaned snapping him back to reality

“you want to cum on my fingers baby?” he growled.

“take off my pants, I don't want to make a mess,” you said gripping his wrist. He begrudgingly helped you shove your jeans and underwear down your legs leaving you completely bare.  He supposed it had to happen sooner or later.  He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting your wetness. It was like nectar, his alpha instincts demanded another taste.  He settled in between your thighs, the sweet smell of your arousal making his mouth water. His eyes flicked up to yours, asking permission. You nodded. Midoriya lost himself in your musky taste. He loved hearing you moan and feeling you shake beneath him.

“does that feel good Omega?” he asked teasing the skin of your thigh with his teeth.

“Yes, Alpha it feels amazing.” you praised running your fingers through his messy hair. He blushed, it was always so nice when you praised him. He ran the flat of his tongue over your folds before circling your clit with his the tip of his tongue. His fingers pumped in and out of you, stretching and preparing you for his cock, and more importantly, his knot. Your thighs clamped around his face locking him in place as your orgasm came crashing down on you.

While you came down from your high Izuku striped his clothing, freeing his aching erection. His knot was already starting to swell. This was going to be a rough rut if he wasn't even inside of you yet and he was already ready to knot. He lined himself up with your entrance.

“you ready?” he asked softly. You nodded.  Once he was inside of you the Alpha took complete control over him.

Midoriya’s scent was primal and hungry.  He wasted no time pounding into you. The only thing louder then Izuku's moans was the sound of the bed being smacked against the wall. If he kept going like this he was going to dent the wall.  Midoriya squeezed your breasts making you yelp.

“I love the sounds you make,” he said, his voice husky. “please let me hear you.” he moaned. Truth be told you would have been moaning even without his instructions but it couldn't hurt to tell you what he wanted right? He flipped you on your stomach to take you from behind. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall only grew louder. This is why you usually took care of him in your nest, nothing to break there.  Midoriya thrust into you particularly hard and it made you forget all about the bed pummeling the wall.

“my omega. Mine” he growled in your ear.

“y-your Omega,” you agreed

“Yaoyorozu doesn't fuck you like this, She doesn't make you feel this good does she?” he licked your collarbone, right were your bond mark would be when he claimed you.

“no, only you make me feel this good,” you said in between gasps of air. His hand had found your clit and he was teasing it mercilessly.

“that's right, I'm your Alpha and that means no one is going to take you away from me you understand?”

“YES!” you screamed although it wasn't exactly clear if you were answering his question or begging him to continue.

“you want me to mark you 'mega? You want to show the whole world who you belong to?” his hot breath fanned over your neck. You had wanted him to be your Alpha for longer then you could remember. Even though your mind was slightly muddled, being on the brink of your second orgasm and all. But you knew this is what you wanted.

“Yes, please, Izuku mark me please,” you begged tilting your head to the side to give him easier accesses.  He sunk his teeth into your bond spot. You saw stars, white light blinded you.  The pleasure was overwhelming pushing you over the edge. Midoriya couldn't falter his thrusts if anything they speed up. His pace was only stopped when he was interrupted by a sharp loud crack. he looked up, the wooden headboard had been snapped right down the middle. “shit,” he cursed. Causing you to look up as well. Honestly, you hadn't even heard the snap, too caught up in your own world. “damn it I Guess I was too rough,” Izuku said more to himself than to you. Suddenly he tensed he asked,: “ I didn't hurt you did I?” you laughed. It was funny how he could pull a complete 180 in less than a second.  

“I'm fine, but are you going to knot me or not?” you asked genuinely hoping he would. He flushed a dark shade of red.

“No-no! I just broke the bed I can't hurt you!” he said his voice rising a few octaves.

“Sweety you already bonded me, and it's not like I haven't taken your knot before.” you pointed out he squeaked and practically jumped away from you, not typically Rutting Alpha behavior.

“oh my god, I bonded you.”

“do you regret it?” you asked suddenly nervous, you were sure you wanted this was Midoriya?

“no I don't regret it I could never- I just wanted to make it romantic,” you pulled him close to your body.

“I think it was perfect,” you cooed and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Mmm I hope the Headboard breaking didn't ruin the mood too much,” he asked pressing his stiffing cock against your thigh. You smiled.

“Not at all, Alpha.”

[calpalirwin]

Snow Holiday

A/N: The recent posts of the 5SOS Squad in the snow made me SOFT AS HELL!!! So naturally, I wrote about it.

And away, and away we go!

~~~

“Oh, damn this is so cool, Y/N!” Luke marveled as you all stepped into the cabin.

“Here, I’ll show you guys your rooms,” you smiled, proud that you were the one with it all for once.

“Dibs on master!” Mike said, racing down the hall.

“Mike, you will sleep outside if you think you’re taking mine and Ash’s room,” you growled, chasing after him.

The room debacle was quickly sorted out with all of the couples all getting a room, and single Calum regulated to the Murphy bed in the living room- “It’s comfy, I promise. And you can use mine and Ash’s bathroom,” you had told him while he fake pouted. Now, you were all in the living room, debating the next move.

The boys were ready to head out and play. The girls were eyeing the hot tub on the patio. “Alright!” you yelled, waving your arms to get their attention. “Here’s the plan of attack- unpack the groceries, get changed and have a blast in the snow, dinner, then hot tub.”

Ash wrapped his arms around you. “Good idea, love. We’ll get them in the hot tub and have the real tub all to ourselves,” he murmured low enough so only you could hear. 

Your cheeks flushed brightly. The master bathroom had its own jet tub and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking the exact same thing. 

“Alright!” Ashton clapped, a smile on his lips at your reaction to his words. “You heard her. Groceries!”

The boys mock-saluted you and Ashton before disappearing into the cold to get the bags from the cars. “Gorgeous, this is amazing. You have places like this all over?” Ashton asked once it was just you and him, the girls having followed the boys to help.

You nodded. “Yeah. Well, they’re my dad’s timeshares, but yeah. Simple perks of having divorced parents.”

He frowned, “Aw babe…”

“It was a joke!” you laughed. “My parents split when I was super little, Ash. Mom got primary custody of my brother and me. Dad kept the timeshares and saw us on the weekends.”

“That’s rough…”

“Ash… I know dad-dynamics are a little out of your wheelhouse. But, I promise you, I have no ill-feelings towards either of my parents.”

“Alright,” he said, skeptically.

“Just appreciate the gift that is me having my dad wrapped around my finger,” you said, throwing your arms wide and twirling in a circle.

“He’s not the only one wrapped around your finger,” he grinned.

“That’s why I got ten of ‘em,” you laughed wildly, waggling your fingers at him.

He just continued to grin at you. God, he loved that you were so full of life.

~~~

“Ashton!” you screeched as a snowball rolled down the collar of your shirt. You quickly untucked your shirt from your snow pants and reached up, your gloved hands pulling the snowball out. The water was cold against your spine. “Jerk,” you laughed, jumping up a bit to smack the snowball into his face.

The strangled scream he let out made you laugh more. “Damn, that’s cold!” he said, hurriedly brushing the snow from his face.

“Yeah, I know!” you shot back, before busying yourself tucking your shirt back in your pants to keep the cold from seeping into your skin.

“I had to, gorgeous. Them’s the rules,” he grinned at you with a shrug.

“Get it, Si!” Crystal was cheering from nearby.

“That’s my girlfriend!” Luke screamed at the top of his lungs, his blue eyes wide with amazement.

You and Ashton glanced over at the commotion- Sierra, rocking nothing but a bikini, beanie, and shoes, posing while Crystal and Luke snapped photos and cheered her on. “Cause of global warming: Sierra Deaton!” Calum said, hands cupping his mouth like a megaphone.

“Ski season has been canceled!” Mike joined in with Calum. “The snow has MELTED!”

“Get it QUEEN!” you whooped, running over to join in the fun, dragging Ashton along.

“Does it sound good?!” Ashton asked, his voice ringing out around you.

“Yeah!” you answered, immediately getting the joke he was going for.

“Does it feel good?!” his voice bellowed.

“Yeah!” you all yelled back it response, laughing at the memory of the old video from the Sounds Good, Feels Good days.

“Snow angels!” you decided, before dropping to the ground, moving your legs and arms to make an impression in the snow.

“Snow angels!” everyone agreed, following your lead.

“My snow angel,” Ashton grinned over at you, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

You burst out laughing, cheeks flushed with both the cold and cheesiness of his words. “Irwin, that was cheesy, even for you,” you told him. God, he looked so good, lying in the snow, his red hair a dark contrast to the white snow behind him. You got up suddenly, needing this picture of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sitting up.

“Shh, lay back down,” you waved your hand at him, pulling off your gloves so you could use your phone.

“Babe, put your gloves back on,” Ashton ordered.

“Would you quit?” you responded. “Just lay down.” He huffed, but did as he was told. “Say cheese!” you prompted, clicking your phone rapidly to take a series of shots.

“Would you put your gloves back on now?” Ashton asked, as you stood there, looking at the pictures.

“Alright, alright,” you huffed, pocketing your phone and putting your gloves back on. “Better?” you asked, once you were lying back down with him.

He just pulled you closer to him in response. “My turn,” he said, peeling off his own gloves and getting his phone. He pressed a kiss against your cheek, holding his phone high above the two of you, hitting the button repeatedly as you both kissed each other and made silly faces before erupting into a fit of giggles. “This trip is amazing, Y/N,” he murmured, after your photo session. “You’re amazing.”

~~~

“What a day!” Mike sighed, sinking deep into the water of the hot tub.

“And it’s only day 1,” your smirked from your spot on Ashton’s lap. 

“Lu, what are you doing?” Ashton giggled over your head.

You all looked over at the tall man who was slicking his blonde curls back while Sierra snapped photos on her phone. “Being hot tub sexy,” he smirked, moving around to get better angles. His face contorted in pain as the water sloshed around. “Son of a-!” he yelled, laughing through the pain. “I hit my knee…” he whimpered.

“Oh, please tell me you got that, Si,” Crystal begged, looking over the other girl’s shoulder to peer at the phone. “Success!”

“Delete it,” Luke rushed, walking through the water to grab the phone. “Delete it, Si. I’m serious.”

“Nuh-uh, not a chance, bubs,” Sierra grinned, holding her hand up high.

“Si,” you giggled at her attempt to keep the phone from Luke. “He’s 6’4”...”

“I’m 6’2”!”

“Oh, c’mon, Lu. You look good, mate,” Calum grinned, taking the phone from Sierra and climbing out of the tub with it to keep it away from Luke.

“Cal, c’mon, mate…” Luke begged.

“Admit you’re 6’4” and I’ll consider it.”

“I’m 6’2” dammit!”

~~~

“Today was amazing, love,” Ashton whispered as he pulled you closer in bed.

“I don’t think I can feel my fingers,” you said, wiggling your cold fingers.

“I told you to leave your gloves on,” he scolded lightly, grabbing your hands and blowing into them to warm them up for you.

“Nothing a hot chocolate can’t fix?”

He smiled, taking the hint. “Alright, let’s go.” With his hands still holding your, he lead you out of the room and towards the kitchen.

“Whatcha upto?” Calum asked as Ashton and you rummaged through the kitchen, grabbing the milk, a tea kettle, and the hot chocolate packets.

“Cocoa time!” you grinned up at the tall dark man.

“Cocoa? Make me a cup, yeah?” Mike asked from where he was playing videogames with Luke.

“Ooo, us too!” Crystal and Sierra said.

“Only if you shut off the game and put on a movie, Mikey,” Ashton ordered, already switching out the tea kettle for a small pot to hold all the milk he would need for seven cups of cocoa.

“Alright, Dad,” Mike scoffed, causing you to giggle and Ashton’s face to flush in embarrassment.

In the living room, everyone fought over what movie to put on while you poured the packets of chocolate into the milk warming up on the stove. You started humming a song, dancing a little to the tune only you could hear, stirring the mix to blend in with the milk. You twirled to see Ashton, leaning against the counter, a smirk on his face. “What?” you asked, immediately stopping, face flushing, having forgotten he was in the kitchen with you.

He held out his hand for you to grab. “Dance with me.”

You giggled and let him pull him towards you, swaying you back and forth. You leaned your head against his chest, eyes closing in contentment. 

The sound of a camera clicking off made you both jump apart. “You guys are so cute it’s gross,” Calum grinned, showing you the picture he had taken.

“See what happens when you don’t give up on love, mate?” Ashton asked his friend, resting his head on top of yours.

Calum rolled his eyes playfully. “Just keep dancing, mate.”

“Gladly,” was the response before Ashton was twirling you in a slow circle.

~~~

“Have I told you lately how amazing this is?” Ashton murmured, once you were all curled up on the couches, watching a movie and sipping your drinks.

“You have,” you smiled at him over the top of your cup, taking a deep drink. “But, you haven't said how much you love me.”

“I haven’t?” he asked, concern crossing his face. How had it slipped his mind to not remind you.

“Nope. You gave a shake of your head. “Lots of ‘this is is amazing’ and ‘you’re amazing,’ but not a single ‘love you.’ You’re really slacking today, Irwin,” you teased.

He pulled you even closer than you already were, a feat you would have thought impossible until this second. “Well, I do love you. So fuckin much, gorgeous. This is the best holiday I’ve ever had with the best girl I’ve ever loved.”

“Keep on loving me and there will be plenty more holidays just like this one,” you promised, reaching up to kiss him.

“Always, gorgeous, always.”