#and when i told her i hadn't she very clearly didn't believe me. wonder if it had started already then and it could've been caught sooner

[exrayspex]

so i was able to go to the dentist for the first time in years today, and i thought it was gonna go pretty well since i've been brushing and flossing regularly and haven't had any pain or anything. i thought at worst they might say i had some mild gum damage from my labret piercing or a cavity. but turns out i've been clenching/grinding my teeth badly, and it's messed up my gums some and actually caused some bone loss?? around my front bottom teeth???? 😭

i'm so upset honestly, i've been lucky enough to have very good teeth/gums up until now and i was so proud of myself for managing to get a good brushing and flossing routine down despite my health shit, but turns out that's not enough.

i ordered a bite guard to start wearing at night when i got home but i'm worried that won't be enough....now that i've been told about it i've noticed myself clenching my teeth a few times just in the hours since the appointment. augh.

[facioleeknow]

The art of pleasure ch.6

Authority ° Lee Felix

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: SMUT 18+ only, college AU WC:1.6k +

TW: experienced Felix, inexperienced reader, intercourse, cumshots, sub Felix, Felix cries, mention of safe word, first time domming, grinding

A/N, another chapter after less than a week?? I'm spoiling you guys ahah ;), I hope you like the chapter and I also have a super important announcement regarding the story so go to my blog and find out <3

Han scrambled up at the voices and rushed to pull his pants and underwear up before the door swung open violently.

“Hyung, we're naked, you can't just come in!” Hannie whined like a baby, he was the baby of the trio after all. Changbin tsked at him and Chan simply rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time they were naked around each other and clearly wouldn't be the last. Meanwhile you laid on the table, front and cheek completely squished against it. The tiredness from the previous day had gotten to you, maybe having your first time and another fuck not even 12 hours apart hadn't been a good idea. Hyunjin had treated you so well that you were barely sore in the morning but Hannie had been very intense and you were sure you would feel it the day after. 

Cum started to sleep out of you and drip down your thighs but you were so tired, you just wanted to nap.

“Hey, baby, are you okay?” Chan's voice was soft, you had never heard such softness come from him even if he had always been nothing but wonderful to you. You hummed in response.

“Tired.” Chan giggled at your cute cheeks and droopy eyes.

“Let me clean you up, okay?” Another hum and then you heard shuffling behind you. A soft tissue came in contact with your soiled and puffy pussy and you immediately hissed at the touch and tried to scramble higher up the desk.

“Easy, baby, easy. I'm all done,” the tissue soon disappeared and was replaced by your soft panties and your shorts. Chan dragged a chair near you and then sat down, his legs spread enough to make room for you.

“Come here, baby, let's take a nap, yeah?”  

You didn't let him tell you twice because you all but jumped on him and attached yourself to his body like a koala. Napping with Chris was your favorite activity in the world. As soon as your head hit his shoulder, your eyes closed. The last things you heard were the two older boys chastising Han.

“I can't believe you didn't make her cum!”

“She said it was fine, hyung!”

When you woke up, you were in a different position, on the couch with a jacket draped over your middle. You felt warm and content. 3racha was still working in front of you, how long had you been asleep for? You patted yourself for your phone. 

“Chris?” Your voice was hoarse and tired. The three boys jumped in their seats at the sudden voice. Chan rolled close to you and studied your face as to find any sign of discomfort.

“Slept well baby?” His thumb gently drew circles on your warm cheek and you sighed and melted into the affection.

“Yes, very. Where is my phone?” Changbin, from behind Chan, handed you the device.

“Felix called and he texted, you should text him back,” Changbin had a naughty glint in his eyes, that could only mean one thing.

Felix was the only one of the boys that you were closer to, except for Chan. In all honesty, with all of his cuteness and kindness, the sunshine boy was very hard to dislike and you had no intention of trying.

Lixie:

Hey bubby, Binnie hyung told me you were sleeping, I wanted to know when you wanted to meet :D

You: 

Hey Lixie <3

Sorry I was pretty tired, I had a date with Hyunjin last night and one with Han this morning 

Lixie: 

Are you okay? Sore? :(

You:

A little but don't worry, sweet boy, nothing I can't handle

Did you have a time in mind already for the hangout? <3

Lixie: 

I was thinking next weekend, if it's not too early :D

You: 

It's perfect Lixie, I'll see you next weekend

Lixie:

Rest well, bubby <3

Getting ready for the date with Felix was easy. You felt comfortable around him since you were already friends and the only one of the boys you were friendly with, except for Chan. The fact that you knew what to expect from intercourse in general also helped you greatly, sex now wasn't this big mystery to you anymore, albeit you still had a lot to learn.

You knocked on Felix's door excitedly, this lesson was gonna be fun, you could feel it.

“Hey bubby,” Felix opened the door with one of the biggest and brightest smiles you had ever seen. He was so precious. The boy quickly pulled you into his room.

“So, on the list that Chan gave me it said ‘domming’. Do you want to talk more about that?” your voice was firm and determined, you were excited to try and uncover this new side of you and to feel new things physically.

“Oh, hyung told you already…” his voice was lower than usual. Your hand gently covered his small one and then squeezed, as to spur him on.

“Yeah, I like to not have control, I like to do what other people tell me to do,” his cheeks were dusted with pink and his eyes were round and sparkly, you wanted to eat him up.

“That's okay, I think I can do that, do you have a safe word?”

“Yeah, it's gold league,” he chuckled. Of course it was game related, typical Felix.

“Okay, do you want to play?” a wink from you sent the boy into a blushing and stuttering mess.

“Yes!”

“Put your games on then, bubby.” Felix looked at you confused, but still got up and sat down in front of his computer. Oh how you loved when a man did what you told him, you were starting to feel the thrill some women got from dominating. 

Right when Felix logged into League, you got up.

“Be a good boy, keep playing and let me have my fun, and maybe I'll let you cum at the end if I'm satisfied.” Felix looked at you with big round eyes, his bottom lip slightly jutted out and trembling. A small whimper escaped from his lips when you sat down on his lap, thick thighs on either way of his. 

“Don't hold back or I won't touch you at all.” Felix nodded frantically while still trying to play, he was trying to focus but his mind zeroed on how good your weight felt on his half hard cock. You placed small feather light kisses all over his neck and shoulders, he was wearing a tank top and you almost wanted to cheer at the choice; more skin more surface to play with. When your tongue came in contact with his pulse point on his neck, Felix whimpered and started trembling underneath you, his cock pushed against his short and you could feel it deliciously throb through your panties.

“Miss, please,” he looked and sounded like he was about to shatter but, like a good boy, he kept playing his game. Your hips started to grind harshly on top of his bulge, your clit caught on his zipper so deliciously that in a matter of moments your underwear was ruined by your slick.

“You like to call your girls ‘miss’, Felix?” A whimper and a nod, “what a naughty boy.” At your words a wet patch of precum started to form on Felix's shorts. He was probably close and so were you, both of you were extremely worked up. You needed him inside. 

With swift fingers you unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper. His cock stood proud in front of you, he wasn't as long as Hyunjin or as thick as Changbin and was even shorter than Han but you were sure he would feel good nonetheless.

“No underwear? Tsk, you're a bad boy.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobbed, a fat tear rolled down his cheek but was swiftly caught by your gentle hand.

“Its okay baby, I like bad boys.” Without any other words, you pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him. Two equally pleased moans sounded in the room. Your hips started moving almost immediately, you were too impatient to wait.

“Baby why don't you stop playing your games now and start playing with my little clit? If you can make me cum before you, I'll give you a reward,” your voice sounded sickly sweet like you had never heard before, and Felix complied immediately. His short, small and warm fingers worked wonders on your swollen bud, he was skilled and liked pleasuring others. With how worked up you were and with how good Felix's cock felt rubbing your walls back and forth it didn't take too long for you to feel that familiar pressure start to build inside your guts.

“Oh, baby keep going, I'm so so close.” Felix's hand applied even more pressure to your poor sensitive clit and you came with a long keen. Your hips slowed down while you rode out your high and Felix whined at the change.

“Miss, miss, can I please cum now?” 

“Yes baby, whenever you want.” Your hips picked up the pace and increased it what to Felix seemed tenfold; you were so wet and warm and soft and smelled so good. Your voice was so nice and you took such a great care of him, he had to cum for you.

“Oh miss I'm coming, I'm coming.” You quickly pulled yourself up and off the chair. The front of your dress got shoved down impatiently by your clammy hands and you kneeled in front of your sweet boy.

“Why don't you cum all over me, baby boy?” A hand wrapped around his tiny dick and quickly began to jerk him off. Felix's hips lifted off the chair to follow the movement from your hand, his hands dug into the plush of the armrests. 

Soon white ropes of cum landed on your chest and face while Felix whimpered and thrashed in the chair. 

“Thank you miss,” the sunshine boy sent you a weak but bright smile and you cooed at the sight. 

“You're welcome, baby.”

“Can I pick my reward now?”

@kflixnet

[kennysimp101]

i’m begging for an Aj imagine where he dates a (female) f1 driver for red bull and in the beginning his friends don’t believe that they are dating cause of how pretty she is 🙏🙏🙏

btw love your work 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"No chance": Aj x reader ☁

A/N: Hello Anon!! Im not a big Aj girly but I love f1 so ofc I loved this idea. I tried my best but it's like I forgot how to write 😭

Also, thanks Love <33, appreciate all of yall, and sorry for the very late update

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You and Aj have been dating for 5 months. It's been amazing. You are a racer and this year you got signed with the leading team in F1, Redbull. You were overjoyed and had your first race in a week. You invited Aj and told him to get his friends along as well. 

A week later

The first GP was in Baku, and you had just reached. You went to your hotel and were planning to have lunch with Aj and his friends. You had never met them but you had watched a few of their videos when Aj showed you their channel, and you thought they were hilarious. Aj texts you to come downstairs. You go to the reception and you see Aj standing. “AJ!!” You shout and run over to hug him. You hadn't met in a week since you were so busy with practice. “Y/N, I missed you soo muchh” He says hugging you back. “Are we ready to go?” You ask about the lunch. “I just need to go to my room and wait for the guys to get ready too” He replies “Okayy, im just gonna go get ready as well” You both go into the elevator, Aj gets off on the 3rd floor, where u see his friends, wave slightly before the elevator goes to your floor.

Aj goes to his friends. “Your telling me you pulled her??” Kenny asks. “NO CHANCE MAN BROS LYING” Chunkz shouts louder than expected. “Yeah??” Aj replies confused to all the commotion. “Aj, you know your my friend right? Like we live together and im so close to you, but i call bullshit” niko says. “Aint no way shes your girlfriend, shes too pretty” sharky added on. “I cant believe this man. HOW DO YOU LOT NOT BELIEVE ME?” Aj gets upset. “Nice one bro, its gonna be a great video for you” Chunkz laughs and the rest join in. “I dont even care, just go get ready in 10 minutes for lunch” Aj says as he shakes his head and goes to his room.

10 mins later

All the guys meet up downstairs and are waiting for y/n. “Sooooo your “girlfriend” isn't here yet huh aj?” Niko says, air-quoting girlfriend. “She's coming omg guys believe me she's my girlfriend,” Aj says getting sick of his friends. “Right right we totally believe you bro,” Sharky says sarcastically. Then y/n comes out of the elevator “AJ!! Here!” you shout at him. “Y/N!!” He says back as you walk towards him and his friends. “Guys this is y/n my girlfriend, and y/n this is Niko, Chunkz, Sharky, and Kenny,” He said pointing at each one. “Hey guys, im glad I can finally meet you all!” you say while smiling. All the guys stand with their jaws dropped. “SEE I TOLD YOU!” Aj shouted at them. “What?” you say confused. One of them, you remember as Chunkz says “We saw you in the elevator before, and since youre soo pretty, we just assumed Aj was making this whole thing up as a prank, and we didn't believe him at all… Clearly we were wrong”. You laugh while Aj stands there pouting. “But why?” Kenny asks. “Cause y/n is beautiful, kind and ambitious af?” Aj says like it's the most obvious thing. “No I get that, i was wondering why she would choose you, she's literally a goddess-looking F1 driver, and you're a rat,” He says and all the boys laugh. “Awww, he may be a triangle, but he's a cute triangle” You reply which gets then laughing even more. Aj smacks your arm as you giggle. “She's funny too?? Damn Aj you got nothing over her” Niko says as all of you walk out to go to lunch.

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Kinda short so sorry about that, finals approaching BUT IM TRYING TO START POSTING AGAIN SOOO YAYY. Also I went off the story so many times lmaoo (Thats y the ending is shit sorry). Im gonna try and finish up all the requests I have soon, then I was probably gonna put some f1 fics (Open to requests too)

Anyways love yall <33

[chaifootsteps]

honestly even if Blitzo hadn't sent M&M to help Stolas I wouldn't like judge him super harshly for it?

like Blitzo is an imp who is trying to pay the rent and provide for his daughter.

what if Stolas had called when Blitzo was in the middle of a job, maybe on Earth already?

he has other stuff going on but because Stolas barely even works day to day he just assumes Blitzo can drop everything to save him when that's super irresponsible of him.

he's royalty and Loo Loo Land showed he expects to get kidnapped/attacked in day to day life and The Circus showed he has palace guards, so he ought to have a security detail made up of his legions already.

and that's especially true since he was going to meet Stella and she outright threatened to make him pay for the divorce in some nebulous way! even accepting Stolas is so empty headed that he didn't notice Stella screaming in front of his face about getting the 'cheating prick' killed and Stolas being like, 'hmm, wonder what that's about', the relationship is supposed to be one where Stella has abused him for years! going to meet her without any protection and then relying on Blitzo to bail him out is just foolish on his part when he has all the resources anyone could ever want to protect himself

it would give him more reason to believe Blitzo doesn't care about him that much, sure, but it's just a sign of his privilege that he thinks he can judge Blitzo for it. honestly the way he goes 'oh, ha ha, this is important, but-' drives me nuts in western energy.

because it's such a lie. you can hear in his tone that he doesn't think Blitzo taking Loona to the doctor is important at all and he was about to insist Blitzo come rescue him anyway. he proved that in apology tour when he didn't even remember or care that Blitzo told him the reason he couldn't come right that second

even if Blitzo had come he probably wouldn't thank him, just shame him for not telling him about Striker earlier as though Stolas shouldn't have been prepared for something like this happening anyway. but going by the show's own logic Blitzo didn't think it was possible for Stolas to get hurt (it's stupid logic but this is what the show is going with) so it still isn't his fault!

and this isn't even getting into how hypocritical it is since he didn't care Blitzo was clearly in danger in Murder Family.

Hard agree with all of this. Stolas, for all the work he isn't shown doing, is still an important public figure in Hell and he should have some form of security outside of his indentured sex slave. It's not Blitzo's responsibility to keep him alive, or even I.M.P.'s.

And it's true, we've seen from Murder Family how very little he values Blitzo's safety.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Vacation adventures, a summary

Stayed with my friend whom I hadn't seen in three years. She is amazing and I can't believe that a) she's a real person and b) she is in fact voluntarily friends with me, even after all this time.

Made it on to the commuter train despite both of us sleeping through our alarms. We were stuck in the vicinity of a woman who was bent on loudly telling the world the Painful Story of Her Life, but still. a train! It was exciting.

Took the subway to our destination and emerged into Historic City, which is beautiful. Flowers on the lampposts. Buildings with character. We wandered through parks and gardens and saw statuary and geese and absorbed atmosphere.

Went to the public library, which is full of murals and has a courtyard with a fountain. Imagine working in a library like that.

Went to two art musuems (one with an unattainable beautiful courtyard, an image which has been following me through life) and wore our legs out wandering among wonders. I got to see the Little Dancer, which made my younger self very happy.

Went to church with my friend and survived a social event she had to go to with church people. It went better than I thought; they actually said more to me in an evening than most people at the church I currently go to have in over a year and a half.

Went to a vintage-style dress shop and bought a dress with a book print.

Ate lemon curd ice cream with lemon bars in it while looking out over the water near a picturesque town.

Watched three movie versions of Little Women over two nights and critiqued them as prepration for when we...

Went to Orchard House. Fantastic experience, loved getting to know more about the Alcotts through this tangible means. We also drove past some other houses in Concord where they lived.

Bought sandwiches and had a lowkey picnic near the town visitor center.

Went to a charming used bookstore where, when I told the lady that I was buying a map as a gift for my dad in a faraway city, she took the trouble to find a flattened box to encase the map in for travel. (There were a lot of nice people in this area.)

Tracked down the Alcott family's gravesite and left a pencil on Louisa's headstone alongside the many other pens and pencils left there.

Tried to go to Walden Pond but it was too happening a place for any more people to be let through. Maybe next time. But the surrounding area and what I could see through the trees was gorgeous.

Prowled my friend's town while she was at work. The library is so very grand for such a small place, and there's a lovely lake too.

Took a bus on a whim despite the lack of a clearly marked bus stop and went to a bookstore in another town.

Went to another bookstore in the afternoon and sat outside reading until my friend got off work and I walked to meet up with her.

Explored the pond that contains deep below its surface an animatronic white whale leftover from a long-defunct amusement park. The whale isn't visible, of course, but we found the tracks used to move an animatronic rhinoceros that was part of the ride, and the ramp that was used to launch the whale into the water. It was like extremely hands-off archaeology, if archaeology consisted of hoping you'll bump into relics of the past with no effort (the pond is in an office park, and we didn't want to get in trouble for meddling with the property).

Took the bus again and went to a comics shop and raised comment by systematically going through an enormous unsorted $1 bin for literally hours. Worth it.

Took my friend to dinner at an Italian place built into the side of a hill with no apparent parking space and a grand total of three dining tables inside. The food was delicious.

Talked a lot, listened a lot, hugged a lot. I haven't been so not stressed out or not simmeringly angry in a long time. It was very refreshing and exactly what I needed and I am so glad and grateful that it worked out.

[nerdyvocals]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the line in Take the Wheel, the one about the mother-daughter brunch thing. And I just.

So Jane reinstates it, obviously. Like she wouldn't bring it up in a debate about the things she believed should be fixed if she wasn't intending on bringing it back. So a letter gets sent home with a date and time and dress code and all that jazz. And four things happen.

Mrs. Valdovinos remembers very clearly when Cynthia's mother disappeared. She remembers the food she brought over, the hand-me-downs Olivia had outgrown that she packed in a box and sent with the kids, the hair-braiding she did whenever the girl spent the night. She remembers the wave of relief she felt when she saw Cynthia in the group of girls that whisked her daughter out of the church. She knew the note went home with her as well and she knew there was no woman in that house to read it. So she makes a decision.

Mrs. Nakagawa doesn't know Cynthia that well. She knows her by her usual order at the diner. She knows her by her short cropped hair and boyish clothes. She knows her by the smile on her own daughter's face; a broad, genuine thing that didn't exist with her old friends. She knows her by the gossip that surrounded her when her mother ran off. Small towns, y'know? Nancy brings a note home, and she makes a decision.

Mrs. Facciano doesn't entirely know what to make of Cynthia Zdunowski the first time she meets her. She was unladylike and brash, unkempt and uncouth, and she learned somewhere along the way that she had started the flashing incident. She made a slightly off-color comment to her husband one night that whoever this girl's mother was, she wasn't doing a very good job at controlling her. Francesca must've overheard and told Jane, because the next morning her eldest scolded--actually scolded!--her about what she said. And she learned that, though Jane did not know all the details, the girl did not have a mother, and hadn't had one for a long time. So when Jane comes home one day, talking about her plans to bring back the mother-daughter brunch, she makes a decision.

Mrs. Robertson doesn't approve at all of this "girl-gang" business Hazel had gotten herself wrapped up in. But she does approve of the characters of the girls involved. They appear loyal and loving and strong. They are exactly the type of people her daughter needs in her life, and she approves very much of the way they support Hazel and how much they're brought her out of her shell. But she is a smart woman, and above all, she is a mother, and so she keeps a very close eye on these girls and what they get up to. So it doesn't take her long to find out that the one with the boy hair, the one who got Hazel on that stage in the play, came from a single-parent home. So when the school sent a letter home about a brunch, she can think of only one way to thank her, and she makes a decision.

The day arrives and McGee has countless women wandering in and out of her office in the hour before the brunch is set to start, and she's almost worried the PA system is going to fry itself out with how often she and her new assistant are having to fire it up to call girls down to escort their mothers to the buffet set up outside. She's a bit taken aback when Mrs.'s Valdovinos, Nakagawa, Facciano, and Robertson simultaneously (and separately, if the startled way they look at each other is anything to go by) ask for Ms. Zdunowski to be called down with their own daughters. It's a bit unorthodox, but, well, what isn't with those girls?

Cynthia doesn't cry over it. She might tear up a bit, but she doesn't admit to crying when she walks into the office, wondering what she did this time, and instead finds her friends' mothers, who hug her and kiss her cheeks and compliment her skirt and take her by the hand to lead her to the tables outside, decorated for something she didn't expect to have.

Cynthia Zdunowski is loved by many people. By the Pink Ladies, the T-Birds, the Thespians (one in particular, more so than the others). By her dad, most of all. But she hasn't felt loved like this in a long, long time.

(Maybe she cries a bit. Sue her.)

[scribe-of-maat]

Ranking DC Pride 2024

8. Phantom Rodeo (Jules Jourdain/Circuit Breaker, Jay Garrick/The Flash)

Dead last because 1 - it's not self-contained. 2 - it has nothing to do with anything Pride related and 3 - it's the return of the complete rando from last time. At least before the incredibly cool couple of Jess/Flash and Andy/Aquawoman featured heavily but no, because of detractor 1 Jay is here instead. Personally, I don't care about Circuit Breaker and I really hope someone else gets their spot next year.

7. "Hello, Spaceboy" (Starman/Mikaal, Komak)

If I knew who either of these characters were, this would probably be a lot higher. But the competition this year is steep so at 8 they go. Komak and the blue-purple warp zone 80s color pallet is REALLY slick. I thought I was familiar-ish with Starman but clearly there are multiple people running around with that name who have nothing to do with the JSA.

6. "Lessons in Astral Projection" (Nia Nal/Dreamer)

I stopped watching the CW shows that weren't about Black Lightning or Batwoman a looong time before Dreamer was intro'd (or after? I know I wasn't watching Flash way before she came along) but I knew of her and thought her powers and connection to the Legion of Superheroes was cool. I didn't like that there was no confrontation with Maeve in the story but it definitely would have gotten in the way of the feel-good affirmation vibe of the story.

5. Spaces

I'm 99% sure I've seen mention of Phil Jimenez across various DC fan spaces, so the only surprises here were that he was LGBT and that they were bringing back the real-person issue-ender like they did Mr. Conroy. It was nice seeing his journey, and it being so well-told is a real plus. No superheroes anywhere in sight though, save Lynda Carter's Wonder Woman.

4. Marasmius (Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy, Janet-from-HR)

Now THIS one was a ride. The opening left me a little rudderless and I'm not the biggest Harlivy fan so I thought I wasn't gonna get much out of this but if there's one thing I can believe, it's that if we had interplanetary travel the 'phobes would preach their nonsense across the galaxy. Ivy being an anti-villain is used to great effect here. No hand-wringing about morals, no reasoning with hate. Just do unto others as they would do unto. VERY cathartic.

3. Bros Down In A-Town (Jon Kent/Superman, Jay Nakamura, Ray Terrill/The Ray, Miguel Barragan/Bunker)

This one 3rd because I relate heavy to feeling weird about being openly LGBT out and about in public. I thought it was a surprising feeling that doesn't get touched on a whole lot because people generally don't like to see that type of real queer struggle being depicted in media that's supposed to be heavy on escapism. This artstyle though. I follow the artist on twitter because it fascinates me how one person's character can bleed through so transparently in the way they draw.

2. The Rivers and the Lakes that You're Used To (Jackson Hyde/Aquaman, Ha'Wea, Orion)

My bias for Jackson Hyde is showing but this story was also incredibly cool on its own merits. Orion being stone-facedly het for half of it was a choice but my boys showed up and officially got together - which I was surprised to learn hadn't happened long before now - so of course it shot up further in the rankings than it otherwise may have. Him saying he feels like himself when he's around his boyfriend is just *chef's kiss*.

1, Steeling Time (Natasha Irons/Steel, Traci Thirteen/Traci 13, John Constantine, Xanthe Zhou)

Natasha and Traci's appearances were the only things about this I got spoiled on, but after reading this they've instantly shot up to join Jackson and Ha'Wea in my pantheon on ships. I do like how it showed the steps to reconciliation and they were both still clearly open to the idea of rekindling things eventually. But this artstyle makes me want to see a webtoon of these two YESTERDAY.

[thechaoticfanartist]

“If I said no, would you really believe me?” Grim & Anakin?

Secrets & Lies Sentences, Vol. 3

a secret told

Grim and Anakin's relationship hadn't been the same ever since she let slip that she knew what he did on Tatooine. Of course it couldn't be possible, there was no way for her to know that, not a way that Anakin was aware of anyways.

He would occasionally confront her about her secrets and lies after that. He knew she was lying now, and he couldn't trust her the same way anymore. Not when he knew she was clearly lying, and she knew more than she should.

Everyone else seemed to act as if it was normal. Obi-Wan never questioned her when she said something strange about something she couldn't possibly know. Ahsoka, who used to be as confused as he was, had also stopped questioning Grim’s strange way of knowing things once the two had started dating. Did Grim tell her something?

Sometimes Anakin wondered if he was the only one who could see that Grim was clearly lying. Or, if maybe, he was the only one who didn't know something.

He had, of course, overtime gotten used to Grim’s strange behavior and knowledge. Anyone who had been around her long enough had. At some point, they had all just accepted it. Except, after what happened on Mortis and what she revealed to him in the aftermath, he hadn't been able to shake it.

He walked up to Grim one day. “Can we talk?” He asked.

She looked up at him, confusion clearly written on her face. “Sure? What do you want to talk about, Skywalker?”

“Everyone else seems to just accept that you know things that you shouldn't be able to know, but you shouldn't know the things that you do.”

“We've had this conversation before,” sighed Grim. “I just have visions-”

“I have visions, Grim. The way you describe your visions don't match, you know too many details for it to just be visions. Tell me the truth. Do you really just have detailed visions?”

She smiled sadly, “if I said no, would you really believe me?”

His brows furrowed and he frowned. “Yes, I would believe you. Why would you think I wouldn't?”

“Because how I really know things is unbelievable,” she replied. “I wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe me, Master Kenobi didn't when I first told him.”

“What are you talking about? Wait, Master Kenobi knows?”

She nodded. “If I tell you, can you promise me you won't tell anyone?”

“Why?”

“Because it's dangerous, how I know things, and the amount that I know,” she admitted.

This only confused him more. “How would it be dangerous?”

“Anakin, can you promise you won't tell anyone?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Yes, I promise I won't tell anyone.”

“Okay,” she replied. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. For a moment it looked like she entered a miniature meditation state. She opened her eyes again. “I'm from another universe. In my universe, this is all fictional. I've seen everything happen before, both for the past and the future. I've been trying to change things, and make this have a happy ending.”

Anakin stared at her. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react. “Another universe?” He echoed. The very concept of that in of itself-

She shifted, and her eyes no longer met his. “Yes,” she confirmed.

“And this is just fictional?” He asked, trying to make sense of what she just revealed.

“In my universe,” she said. “But it isn't here, I know that.”

“No, because this is our real lives,” said Anakin. “And we're real people, not just some characters in a holofilm.”

“I know that, Anakin. You stopped being characters-”

“We were never characters. This has never been fiction.”

“In this universe that's true, but in my universe-”

“Your universe doesn't matter here,” he told her, anger was beginning to seep into his voice. “What's been ‘fiction’ to you, has been real to me and everyone else who has lived. This war that's been entertainment for you, has been real for us-”

“I know that!” She snapped. “I know that,” she said quieter. “Anakin, I swear I know that. You aren't a character, this isn't fiction, I swear to you I know that.”

He swallowed. He couldn't look at her the same way. How could he? She had seen his entire life, she knew everything about him, he was only a character to her. Everything he had gone through had been entertainment for her.

He didn't know how to feel. He was angry, but he didn't know why. He focused on what else she had said. “You're trying to change things?”

It seemed she became only more nervous about this. “Yes,” she said, but didn't elaborate further.

“Why?” He asked. Obviously if she was trying to change things then something bad happens in the future, but what? What happened? Why does she feel the need to change this?

“This war doesn't have a happy ending.”

“We lose?”

“The Jedi lose.”

“What does that mean?”

She shifted nervously again. She refused to meet his gaze, and absently fiddled with her Padawan braid. “It's complicated.”

“Complicated how? If the Jedi lose, that means the Separatists win, right?”

“No, it doesn't,” she said. “It means the Sith win.”

“But, the Separatists are run by the Sith, there aren't any Sith in the Republic.”

She laughed. “I wish that was true,” she said. “No, Sidious controls both sides. I thought you knew this.”

He remembered hearing something about Sidious. “He's the Sith the Council has been looking for.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know who he is?”

She doesn't say anything, but he can tell that she knows.

“Grim…”

“I'm sorry, Anakin. If I told you that, then I know you wouldn't believe me.”

“Why wouldn't I-?” He started to ask, but Grim had run off before he could.

He was left standing there alone, unsure how to process what she had admitted to him, and what she had refused to.

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Dorothy Must Die!Tin Woodman x Fem!Lion'sWarrior!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The Lion 'lends' you to the Tin Woodman for a day after his own second-in-command is forced to go to the Scarecrow for repairs. And you're perceptive, and you're blunt. And you try to tell the Woodman a couple things that he... just doesn't want to hear.

You also may be developing a fondness for him.

Warnings: N/A.

Tagging: @marinerainbow. You havent specifically said to tag you in Tin Woodman stuff but... I assumed... 😅😅😅 I hope that was okay!! XD ^^

The Tin Woodman didn't require a lot of help throughout the day, so you aren't completely sure why your King needed you to accompany him when his actual number 2 was hurt earlier in the day. He makes all orders himself; all he needs from you is to hold his oil can in case of accidents with water (Or crying, the Lion told you. He's an awful cryer. But you haven't seen any sign of the Tin Woodman crying. You couldn't even imagine that. He's so... emotionless).

Though, you do wonder if the man is lonely, and thats why he requires a companion all day... you see the way he looks at Queen Dorothy. You both went into the throne room earlier while Dorothy was 'speaking to' (Sentencing) a poor munchkin woman, and you saw it clear as day; the longing in his metal eyes when she talked. And even more then that, you felt the air shift back to monotonous as soon as he left the room with her in it, again. You hadn't even realised it had lightened in the first place when she was near, but you couldn't miss it now. He was brighter with her, happier. But... it was in a sad sort of way. Because, clearly, she did not know.

In the forest everyone's quite honest with each other. Animals don't pretend to feel a way about each other that they don't- and, having been raised in the forest by tigers, you were just the same. You don't understand why the Tin Woodman wouldn't just... tell her he's in love with her. Lay it all out on the table. Its clearly eating at him, and even if she tells him she's not interested then at least he can begin to move on... find a more suitable mate...

For, at least in your opinion, the Tin Woodman was quite an... agreeable gentleman. Tall, strong, sensible. A little bit too uptight for your tastes, but... you're sure plenty a lovely lady would be happy to be his mate; be that a munchkin, human, beast, metal creature or any other walk of life he may be interested in.

Over lunch, you tell him as such.

~

"What???" The Woodman seemed startled, hearing you say such things so boldly; a confused look on your face at his fluster. "You- what??"

He didn't have to eat, but he acknowledged that you did - as an organic creature,- , so he had stood by the table you were eating your porridge at quite patiently, and calmly... though now his shoulders were hiked up and his eyes were open wide. "I think you're a very handsome tin-man, and quite a gentleman. You should just tell Dorothy how you feel."

"... this is inappropriate. You shouldn't be so forward with me, you know." He tries to act un-bothered by your words, but you just wait a few moments- and he cracks, turning to you fully. "-and how do you know of my feelings or her majesty Dorothy?? Did Lion tell you???"

"No, my King told my nothing. I saw it myself." You admit bluntly, scooping a mouthful of porridge into your gob.

"What do you mean you saw it???" His voice goes slightly higher in horror and mortification, and a little grin spreads across your face despite how you probably shouldn't laugh at him right now. Or at all.

So he's not so completely serious, then. Thats... endearing.

"You're not very good at hiding it."

"Whats- what's with the smiling?? Why are you sm- " Suddenly he remembers himself, and straightens his posture once again. "Never mind. You cant understand the depths of my feelings for the Queen, or hers for me. You're just a merry Ozian." At that, you cringe. He believes she has feelings for him?? Oof, thats... rough... So rough, in fact, that you let that belittling statement of his slide. There was absolutely no love in that girl's eyes. "Or, furthermore, how difficult it would be for us to manage a relationship in this political climate. After all, I am her general."

"Right... " You nod, forcing an agreement and turning your focus fully to your bowl of sloppy porridge. He's more deluded than you thought, so maybe you should just let him go. Breaking a crazy person out of their delusions can be dangerous!

But he hears the disbelieving tone in your voice, and swivels his head around to you again. He cant help himself. "What was that?"

"Absolute nothing, sir, I'm just going to finish my lunch and we can go about your business once again."

"Mmm... " He grumbles to himself, but gives a nod. "Maybe you should."

You manage a few large mouthfuls, almost finishing, before the poor Tin Man cant handle it and actually moves to sit down opposite you; setting you with a stern look and folding his formidable hands carefully on the table before him. Considering his height, you still had to crane your neck to look at him, but you appreciate the gesture he's made, all the same. "I order you to speak. Why did you sound so sarcastic?"

"I didn't- "

"I thought your people didn't lie."

... hmph. "Fine. You're right, and I hated it." After giving it a moments thought, you decide to be frank with him. "I just... don't think the Queen, as deeply as she may care for you which I'm sure she does, thinks... That, of you. You are her old friend, and thats all. And I don't think you should be disappointed, either, sir, because as far as love goes- thats plenty."

The Tin Woodman continues to look sternly at you, so deeply and stonily that you might think that he were made of rock and not tin at all, in fact... and he's so quiet as he thinks that you swear you hear his heart tick-tock-ticking inside his chest... until, finally, the man takes in a deep whistling breath through his pins-and-needles mouth, that you aren't quite sure he actually needs (Being made of tin, and all), and lifts his laser focused eyes off of you. Its a small relief, and you take your own breath as you relax.

"... And how do you suppose to prove these assumptions?"

That gives you pause. Makes you hesitate. Prove??? You're not in a court right now, you're just talking. "I- well-... I guess I cant." Giving a shrug, you put down your spoon; Officially finished with your lunch; Put off it by the Tin Man's way of thinking, which is rather too Official, for your tastes. Too human and pompous, especially for a man made entirely out of tin. Then you add, with certainty and conviction: "I saw it in her eyes."

-immediately the Tin Woodman starts to shake, and you're worried about him, until you realise that he's chuckling. This man is c h u c k l i n g- at you. Baffled, you watch him with frustration, barely noticing the munchkin servants around you flash you both boggled and horrified glances; having never seen the Tin Man laugh. "Oh... " He sighs, using the blunt edge of one of his terrible fingers to scrape a loose tear away from the corner of his eye before it can get into any joints. "Good, because I was quite afraid for a moment, there."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse m- "

"Miss." The Woodman cuts you off, and you immediately - obediently, - shut your mouth. All humour had disappeared from the metal man's visage as quickly as it had appeared, and once again he was as serious as could be. "I suggest you finish your meal, and build up your strength. We have a long day to go, yet, and- "

"I know what I'm talking about, Mr. Dorothy does not love you." You insist, eyes wide and earnest to which he just nods, humming. "She doesn't."

"Mhm." His stubbornness is just as tough as his skin!!

"Mr Woodman- "

"I suppose you're finished." He cuts you off again, picking up your bowl and setting it on the platter that a nearby munchkin is waiting with after getting up from the table. "Off we go." As swiftly as the bulky tin can is able, he turns on his heels and marches off down a hallway; and you have no choice but to follow after him despite your irritation. About halfway down the hall though, he suddenly stops and swivels around again (His upper body turning and leaving his legs facing the way he was going, before bending down at the waist in order to meet your eye), making you stop very suddenly as well as to not run right into him and hurt yourself. "Out of curiosity, if Dorothy and I weren't meant to be, which we are, who in your All Knowing opinion, would I possibly give all this love over to? I asked for a heart from the wizard all those seasons ago for a reason-- it wouldn't do, to let it all go to waste, now would it?"

... at this, you're speechless. Well, anyone, right?? Anyone who wanted it in return. Your lips part, but no words come out at first. What an odd question.

"... suddenly speechless? Nothing to say now all of a sudden, little Ozian?" He asks, and if you didn't know any better- teased. With his head lowered and rearing down so close to yours so the smell of oil fills your head and make you a little bit dizzy, and the playful and challenging tone in his voice, he's Almost... almost... "Colour me shocked." He's... almost...

"Well I'm sure I don't know, specifically." You say, straightening up. "Anyone, I suppose."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Anyone?"

"Yes." ... almost... something... to you...

... slowly a nearly-unseemly smirk spreads across the well-shined underbite of sharp and pointy nightmares he calls a mouth and a flutter erupts in the pit of your belly. You're shocked, and can only stand there with your eyes wide on him and your lips parted. "... well I'll keep that in mind." Then in an instant, the smirk is gone and he turns his back on you again; replacing his Almost-ness with that regular sensible general-sona he wears for Dorothy. But the fluttering inside you doesn't go away with it, eyes on him. "Anyway, lets go. Much work to do for Dorothy!"

He marches off, and you follow him, wondering what on earth this feeling is and how to get rid of it and when you can go back to your King.

[simonthechaste]

In a way this reminds me what the light of my life has done to me, just without a marker.

Feeling inferior and putting myself down is fetish of mine. So much in fact she has had trouble accepting it, because I am so good at sex and keeping her extremely satisfied and happy, despite the fact I'm impotent. She even has trouble with the world "impotent", and refuses to call me one. To her it means a weakness and inability to do something, which she feels in my case simply isn't true.

In fact, we were talking about this on the phone just last night, as she was trying on her first strap-on, for the very first time. She described how exhilarating, joyous and empowering having a cock of her very own is. So much in fact she wondered why she hadn't gotten herself one ages ago, since it felt so right. This in turn may or may not have to do with what I can only describe her masculinity she clearly has, based for example on her need for penetrating my ass, and perhaps even a faint dysphoria somewhere in her.

We talked about that, and she didn't in any way rule the idea out. I on the other hand told her it very much resembled the feeling I had when I first saw myself in full feminine gear and allowed myself to see myself as a woman. 

I also told her that the feeling of empowerment she felt is exactly what a big part of being a man is. The idea that you have something as a part of your body, that has the ability to get hard, knowing you can walk about in the world with it, ready to penetrate things.

In fact, I continued, the lack of that empowerment is exactly what being impotent is about. Knowing that something is simply missing from your body, something most men take for granted and couldn't imagine with their sexuality without.

This deficiency is what I have had to come in terms with, and my solution has been to make a fetish out of it. To get off on the idea I am useless when it comes to women, and deserve to be alone.

Or, as the quote often credited to Theodore Roosevelt goes: "Do what you can with what you have where you are". That is something I have tried to do.

This has been a solution that has worked for me, at least when it comes to masturbation, but it hasn't been without its drawbacks. Over the years my impotence and lack of self esteem have been intertwined with the rest f my personality.

This in turn is something the light of my life has had trouble understanding. She is madly in love with me, and has the best sex of her life with me. To her I seem to be a some sort of sex sex, which I guess I am, as hard it is for me to believe.

Therefore it has been quite a mental shift for me, and a trip of personal exploration, to fit these two idea of myself together. 

There's a fair share of sadism in her, and I have done my best to help her to bring it out more. She gets off keeping me denied, horny and frustrated, but the idea of me thinking so little of myself isn't her kink.

Therefore the message I have received from her is very much like the one in the image.

"You are not a loser. I have never seen you that way. You are not pathetic. You are not useless."

"You are amazing at making me cum, and I love sucking your limp penis. You are incredibly beautiful, and I love to watch you masturbate for me."

"I have never felt this good or safe with anyone."

"You are wonderful."

[fitrahgolden]

Something That Digs At Us: 7 - A book elegantly bound

Even though she had replied in kind– and he believed her– Anthony wondered if it was perhaps a mistake to tell Kate he was falling in love with her.

The following couple of days felt normal, what had become normal for them since their first date. But today, Anthony texted Kate on his way home from work and she hadn't responded. He knocked on her door when he got to their building and was greeted by silence. He couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door, so he didn't knock again. After a few hours, he texted her again, asking her to at least let him know she was OK.

Kit: Sorry I haven't been responding. It was a bit of an overwhelming day. I'll give you a knock soon.

Anthony didn't know what "soon" meant. That night? Within a day? A week? They were meant to go to her mother's house that weekend. Was that still happening?

Dating someone who lived across the hall had, thus far, seemed like a good thing. But Anthony was suddenly hit with the cons. She was home, two walls away, but he couldn't go to her. At least, he shouldn't, not when her message pretty clearly indicated that she would be the one to reach out to him. Anthony felt bad when he realised how he'd come to take their access to each other for granted.

Me: Alright. You know I'm here if you need me, right, Kit? I miss you.

Anthony knew he shouldn't have added that last part. He regretted it as soon as he hit 'send.' He wasn't trying to guilt her. And he knew he was being clingy as fuck.

Kit: Me, too.

What did that mean? If they missed each other, why couldn't he come over? He tried to put it out of his mind–for now. It didn't work, of course, but he tried. He ate some dinner, pressed some flowers into a book Kate made him for that express purpose, and watched a movie. There. Evening done. There was nothing left to do but go to bed. And so, after one last pathetic look at the door, he got to it.

—

Kit: Are you awake?

Me: Hey. I wasn't but I left my notification volume all the way up for you.

Me: Maybe I shouldn't have volunteered that information.

Me: Reset!

Me: Yup, I'm awake.

Kit: What a coincidence.

Me: But seriously, it's almost 3 in the morning. Why are you up, Kit? Have you slept at all?

Kit: Not tonight. It's OK. Happens from time to time.

Me: How often is "time to time"?

Kit: A couple of times a week, maybe?

Me: Kit. How have I not noticed? Why haven't you told me? Wake me up when you can't sleep, baby. Please.

Kit: You're a fucking heavy sleeper. Why would I interrupt that?

Me: What do you do when you can't sleep?

Kit: Read, watch videos, stare at the ceiling. I've recently added "text my boyfriend on the off chance he is awake."

Me: And that’s different from waking me up if I were with you?

Kit: Yes! I didn't know the ping would wake you up.

Kit: That's very sweet, by the way. That you did that.

Me: Can I come over?

Kit: Yes. Use your key. 

—

Anthony disengaged and then re-engaged Kate's locks as quietly as he could. She must have heard him. Of course, she did. Almost immediately, Newton padded down the hall, finding his living room bed, and settling down to fall back to sleep.

Anthony reached Kate's room to find her sitting up, looking up at him from her bed.

"Hi."

Anthony walked to the bed and crawled up to Kate, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Hey. Are you sure it's OK that I'm here? I mean, I very much want to be here, but–"

"Wasn't I the one that texted you in the middle of the night? I wanted you."

"Good. How do you want me? The usual?"

Anthony expected an immediate yes, but Kate seemed to really be thinking about it.

"Oh? Something new?"

"It's just that… there's something else I do when I can't sleep."

"And what's that?"

"Masturbate."

The arm Anthony was leaning on buckled at the elbow, which elicited one of Kate loud laughs.

"Oh. Um, OK. If you want to do that, that's cool. Um… Can I watch?"

"Well, since you're here, I was actually hoping you'd be more of an active participant."

"Ah. I see what this is. I'm a booty call."

Kate giggled and nodded. "Pretty much, I'm afraid."

"I feel so cheap."

"But you're totally game, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yes."

Anthony lunged forward and kissed Kate with so much force that her head hit the headboard.

"Shit! Sorry." Anthony backed up.

But Kate was laughing. "Eager, are we?"

"You're the one that summoned me here for the recreational use of my body."

"I did. Come back here."

Anthony approached with more care. He cupped Kate's face in his hands and brought her lips to his. This time, he was slower, lighter, and broke the kiss relatively quickly to look at her.

"What?"

"I was worried that… I was afraid I scared you off by telling you I loved you."

Kate's face fell. She grabbed Anthony's hands and pulled them into her lap. "Oh, Anthony, no. It truly had nothing to do with you, with us. I just had a lot coming at me from different directions and it was too much and I needed to be alone. Sometimes, my anxiety attacks last hours and–"

"Hours?"

"Yeah. Sometimes meds aren't enough, controlled breathing isn't enough, Newton isn't enough– don't tell him I said that."

"I absolutely am going to tell him you said that."

"Of course you are. Anyway, sometimes I just need to get through it. So, that's what I was doing today."

"OK."

Kate scooted closer and started peppering kisses all over Anthony's face. She paused at his lips. "You said you were falling in love with me."

"Huh?"

"You didn't tell me you loved me. You said you were falling in love. Those are two different things, I think."

"Ah. Hmm."

"So…"

Anthony started rubbing his hands up and down Kate's ribs. "So…"

"Do you love me?"

Anthony's breath hitched. As was so often the case, Kate's poker face was impenetrable.

Fuck it. 

"Yes, I do. I love you, Kit."

And just like that, Kate's unreadable expression morphed into a brilliant smile. "And I love you, Professor Death Blade."

—

"No. No, please. You can't call me that the first time you tell me you love me."

Kate rose to her knees and grabbed Anthony's face. "Too late. It can't be unsaid. It's now part of our story canon. Si will be so happy. Let's save the news for a wedding present."

Anthony gripped her hips and pulled her forward. "OK, let's not talk about Simon right now, hm?"

Their lips crashed together, their mouths immediately opening for each other. They separated to remove their shirts and once Kate's breasts were exposed, Anthony was on them, working them relentlessly, alternating between the two with his mouth and fingers.

"How can I miss you so much after one damn day?" He breathed across her chest. "You do something to me that I can't quantify."

Kate panted out a laugh. "And what is it, do you think, you do to me?"

Anthony's smile was smug as he tugged at Kate's knickers. "Take these off." He got rid of his own pyjama pants while she did as he said.

Once they were naked, he pulled her to him and fell backward onto the mattress, taking Kate with him. "I love you." Kate felt his hands run down her back, over her arse, and across her thighs, gripping her behind her knees so she sat up, straddling him.

"You're trying to redo the moment and I won't let you, Professor Death Blade. Can’t rewrite history."

Anthony's laugh was cut short when Kate started rocking against his cock. He closed his eyes and hissed. "Fuck, I should have grabbed a condom first. I don't want you to move." Kate dropped something on his chest and she smiled as Anthony looked down to find a little packet, in awe, as if it fell out of sky when he uttered the words. Kate laughed from above him.

"Minx. Put it on." Anthony's voice changed and his expression could only be described as dangerous. And Kate wanted to be in trouble.

"Bossy," Kate muttered as she grabbed the condom and shifted to roll it down onto Anthony.

"Sink down slowly." His eyes were black and his voice was gruff.

Kate started her short descent, made all the easier by what Anthony’s demanding shift in demeanour was doing to her. She barely moved an inch before Anthony's bruising grip on her hips stopped her.

"Slowly, Kit," he gritted out, a chastising eyebrow raised.

Kate tried to comply and this time Anthony didn't stop her. She watched his eye roll back into his head and he cursed too quietly for her to really hear.

"Jesus… don't move yet."

After a few moments of feeling Anthony shifting subtlety beneath her, he suddenly lifted her a couple of inches before slamming her back down onto him. Kate's yelp of surprise was followed by the feel of Anthony's tongue requesting entry into her mouth.

In a flurry of movements, Anthony had sat up and pulled her legs along either side of him. Kate must have wrapped her legs around him on instinct. She was apparently free to move now, if Anthony's rhythmic upward thrusts were anything to go by. She matched his pace and was rewarded with Anthony groaning.

"Fuck, yes. Such a good girl."

Once Anthony snaked a hand between them, Kate found her movements becoming erratic in her pursuit of release.

"That's right, Kit. Take what you need. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, baby. I promise."

That's what sent her over the edge with a sob, because she believed him.

—

"Well, well, well. This must be the man who had the audacity to take my chellam's innocence."

"Fucking hell, Amma!" Kate looked over to Anthony, who, of course, was ashen, stunned.

"I, ugh… Well, Kate and I…" Anthony ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Anthony. My mother is under the impression that she's funny."

Kaveri leaned over, minding Newton, and kissed Kate's temple. "Cheeky."

"You should talk. Amma, this is Anthony. Anthony, this is someone who owes you an apology."

Anthony clearly hadn't recovered yet, blinking several times as Kaveri cradled his face and kissed both his cheeks.

"Don't mind, Apne. I'm incredibly droll, but most people simply can't keep up."

"Please." Kate rolled her eyes.

"Anthony, I'm Kaveri. I apologise. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Yes, you absolutely did!"

Kaveri shook her head dismissively in Kate's direction. "Let's ignore her, shall we? Let me give you a tour." Kaveri looped her arm around Anthony's and led him down the hall.

"I'm supervising."

"If you must." Kaveri waved her free hand.

Anthony finally found his voice.

"This is for you, Mrs. Sharma." Anthony held out a piece of canvas, rolled up and tied with twine.

Kaveri stopped to take the proffered gift. "Oh, how sweet." She unfurled the canvas and gasped at the dried flowers sewn into the fabric, the scientific name written beneath each one. She put a hand on Anthony's shoulder as she looked at it, as if she needed to steady herself. "This is beautiful. So much skill and care went into this, I can tell." She looked up at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Sharma."

From behind him, Kate could see red creeping up Anthony's neck and ears. She wiped away an errant tear that had escaped down her cheek.

"Oh, and you must call me Kaveri. Really. There are two Mrs. Sharmas in Kate's life."

"Right, of course."

Kate's eyes widened. "Amma, please don't tell me Mum is here, too."

"What a rude thing to say! Your mother and I raised you better than that!"

Kate squeezed her eyes shut at the voice coming from the kitchen.

"Amma, it was just supposed to be you." Kate said as she passed Kaveri and Anthony to head into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Mum." She leaned over to kiss Mary's cheek. "It's just, I want to ease him in. I'm trying to keep this one."

"I'll be nice."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Like Amma was nice?"

"I am being nice."

Kate whipped around to see Kaveri and Anthony standing at the entryway of the kitchen. Anthony looked much better, but she gave him a "blink twice if you need help" look anyway. Her mother must have clocked it.

"He's fine, Chellam."

"May I extricate him from your side, then?"

"I suppose."

"Incredibly short tour, by the way."

"It's a small house." Kaveri shrugged.

Kate gently grabbed Anthony's hand and pulled him towards Mary.

"Anthony, this is my Mum, Mary."

Anthony extended his hand. "Mrs. Sharma, lovely to meet you, though I'm sorry to be empty handed. I'll make up for it next time."

"Not at all. And, I agree with Kaveri. Please call me Mary."

"OK, Mary."

Kate was looking between the two of them with a smile when Kaveri cleared her throat.

"Mary, do you mind showing Kate that book I was thinking about getting restored while Anthony and I get the chai ready?"

Mary stood up with a smirk while Kate turned to Kaveri. "Amma, you can't be serious. You had the opportunity to interrogate Anthony during your 'tour.'"

"Go on, Chellam."

Kate looked over to Mary, hoping to find an ally, but to no avail. Mary was already ushering Kate out of the kitchen. She mouthed I'm sorry to Anthony as she passed him.

—

"Here, stir, please."

"Of course," Anthony dutifully followed Kaveri’s directions, keeping his eyes mostly on the stove. That is, until–

"You love my daughter."

Anthony looked up at that. It wasn't a question. And Kate must have gotten her poker face from her mum.

"I do."

"And she loves you."

"As far as I know."

"No, she does. It's quite obvious."

Anthony chanced that he wouldn't mess anything up if he took the pot off the heat and set it aside. Kaveri didn't object, which was a good sign.

"I love Kate very much. I know it's quite soon, but, really, I've actually known her for almost a year and I am quite certain that this will be a singular experience in my life, likely the defining experience of my life. That's what being with Kate feels like."

"Mmm." Kaveri nodded, sagely. "Kate carries a lot on her shoulders. In part because I failed her as a parent for a number of years. I don't think the shame I feel because of that fact will ever go away. I allowed her to grow up way too fast. And she did, without complaint. She was eighteen, taking care of two grown women as well as her little sister. From what I understand, you have a similar story."

"I do." Anthony's voice wavered a bit. 

"I'm sorry. It's an unfortunate thing to have in common, but perhaps the ways those experiences shaped you is in part what allows you two to have such a strong bond now."

"Yes, I imagine it must play into it to some degree."

Kaveri studied Anthony's face for a few long moments and Anthony tried his best not to look away.

"Kate can take care of herself. She's worked hard to get to that place."

"She's the strongest person I know."

"However, I think it would be good for her if she didn't feel like she had to take care of herself all the time. We try to let her know she can relax, she can rely on us. She doesn't have to be sick. She doesn't have to be having an episode. She can just…let go. Just because she feels like it."

Anthony just nodded, unsure of what to say.

"I suppose I'm asking for some help in that endeavour. I'm asking you, since you love Kate, to be a place where she doesn't have to try so hard. Where she can just receive all the love that we want to give her."

Anthony responded, with as much sincerity as he could muster, hoping Kaveri knew how seriously he was taking what she was saying, "Kaveri. I will make that my life's work. You have my word."

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros": moo.

*Heracles, Perseus and Achilles are lounging in Olympus trying to solve another fascinating problem*

Heracles: ...how about Jason? He clearly has the gumption to join our guild.

Perseus: nope, Zeus and Hera says due to his actions, he's forbidden from being pulled from Tartarus.

Heracles: hmm.....Caster and Pollux?

Achilles: no! Too similar!

Heracles: oh goodness why?

Perseus: Surprisingly Heric, he actually can't tell the difference between the two...plus considering his injuries I doubt he'll want to.

Achilles: *grumbles to himself on the confounding nature of two twins who wear completely different outfits*

Heracles: ........ Odysseus?

Achilles: :D ! *Hopeful*

Perseus: nope. Apparently he's enjoying his afterlife retirement. Can't say I blame him.

Dionysus: *walks by with a huge amphora of wine* hey what's up?

Heracles: oh greetings, Dionysus.

Perseus: Oh hey Dio, we were wondering....you know any other demigods willing to join me and the guys? We were planning on making a guild.

Dionysus: hmm...I heard Atalanta is available?

Perseus: uggggh would you believe she refused to join us? Said we would "cramp her style"...

Dionysus: ah women, sometimes they're just right about stuff hehe. Just the other day, Ariadne told me that she would teach her older brother, Asterion, how to do certain things with his horns so he didn't bump into things and she found out that on-

Perseus: wait hold on....your wife has a brother?

Achilles: horns? :L

Heracles: ....what a minute, who's Asterion?

Dionysus: yeah and you'll never guess who he is. Seriously when she told me I was like "NO WAY!" and she was like "Yes way and THATS just one of many reasons why I'll NEVER forgive Theseus -"

Achilles, Heracles and Perseus: *look at each other in confusion* you don't mean!?

Dionysus: oh but I do!

*later*

Hades: ....you want me to do what?

Heracles: *hands Hades a hand written appeal for Asterion 's release from Tartarus* please oh glorious one, he deserves a second chance at reaching his potential as one us.

Perseus: besides the guy got the short end of the shit stick on the first try it's not like it's going to kill anyone to give the guy a break.

Achilles: *gives his own appeal for Patorclus* ....paper.

Hades: *reads Achilles 's appeal* ...my sincerest apologies Achilles, Patorclus is serving his eternal sentence in Elysium as a guard. I'm afraid you'll have to pass on to join him.

Achilles: *slumps down and whines*

Hades: ....just to say I am not unfair, I shall release Asterion on the bases he has had a tumultuous starting life.

Heracles and Perseus: *hi-fives each other*

Achilles: *still understandably upset*

Perseus: By the way, how's Theseus? I heard he's gotten the royal treatment last time I heard?

Hades: ah yes, I'm not surprised his list of wrong doings out weighted his accomplishments...the life of governing and riches will do that to a soul.

*later*

Hera: *working on some needlework*

Heracles, Achilles and Perseus: *try to sneak a supremely confused Asterion to the baths to clean him up*

Asterion: *groans while bewildered at his ascendancy to Olympus* moo.

Perseus: shh.

Achilles: SHUT THE FUK UP!

Heracles and Perseus: D:< .... Achilles!

Hera: ? *Looks around* What's going there? And who sacrificed a cow? I hadn't heard of any recent ceremonies. *Stands up and turns the corner and sees the three heros and their hulking minotaur* oh my goodness!

Heracles: Lady Hera, I can explain.

Hera: No need. Looks like someone extra special needs to be taken good care of. *Goes up to Asterion and marvels at him* oh look at you, you poor thing. Oh look at you, what a sweet creature you are. *Loving gives Asterion a huge hug*

Asterion: *although not actually use to kind of affection, really does appreciate this considering he hasn't felt a mother's love in years* mmmmoo

Heracles: His name is Asterion, it has come to our attention that he is actually lady Ariadne's brother.

Perseus: Making him one very interesting in-law.

Hera: Well! I see she comes from good stock after all. I've always had a deep admiration for the Minoans and their culture anyway. Who's a sweet boy? *Gently holds Asterion's muzzle*

Perseus: so you're not mad?

Hera: oh Perseus you silly fool of course not, bovine are extremely special to me and the fact I was never told of him offends me. Speaking of which, where is Theseus? He told everyone that he killed a monster and yet all I see is simply a misunderstood soul.

Achilles: Theseus dead. He's in Tartarus now. C:<

Hera: good. Of all the demigods I've had the displeasure of talking to, I'm surprised Athena didn't smite him from the start.

Heracles: My lady, if I may, we planned on letting Asterion join us. We have your blessings I presume?

Hera: Oh of course. *Scratches Asterion behind his ears* all he needs is to freshen up and he'll be good as new.

Asterion: *wiggles his ears in joyful glee* fr-f--friends!

Perseus: Oh shit he talks?

Achilles: moo.

Heracles: No Achilles you can't trade speech patterns with Asterion.

Achilles: hehe

[presleypictures]

Vernon Presley's interview with Good Housekeeping, January 1978 (Part 1)

First of all, I want to say that telling this story is going to be difficult now that Elvis is gone. Those of you who have lost loved ones, who have suffered what I am suffering now will understand what I mean.

Elvis' death was so sudden that it will be years before I'll be able to accept the fact that it really happened.

Yet, even while grieving I've been greatly comforted by the thousands of fans who loved Elvis and who have expressed their sympathy. They know they'll never see him perform again, but they'll cherish always the memory of the pleasure he gave them - as will I. My love for my son began even before he was born on January 8, 1935. At that time there was almost nobody poorer than my wife Gladys and me. But we were thrilled and excited when we learned that we were going to be parents. I was only 18 years old, but throughout Gladys' pregnancy, it never occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to take care of her and the baby. Elvis' birth was long and difficult for my wife, and as her labor pains went on and on, I grew frantic.

My parents were at our house with us, along with two, women, one a midwife, who told us when it was time to call the doctor. After what seemed to me an eternity, a baby boy was born - - dead. I was desolate at the loss of our child. But then my father put his hand on my wife's stomach and announced, 'Vernon, there's another baby here?' At the time Elvis was born, medicine hadn't advanced far enough for a doctor to predict twins, so his arrival took us completely by surprise. Our little boys looked something alike, but I don't think they were identical twins. Even though the elder one was dead, we named him Jesse for my father; the younger one we called Elvis, for me, since Elvis is my middle name. We chose the middle names of Garon for Jesse and Aron for Elvis because we knew a couple whose twin sons had those names.

Of course, Elvis and I both wondered, over the years, whether his life would have been drastically different had his brother lived. I've concluded that it wouldn't have been, because I believe Elvis' career and contribution to the world were fated from the first. For during his early life, certain things happened which convinced me that God had given my wife and me a very special child for whom He had some very special plans.

Gladys and I were so proud of Elvis and enjoyed him so much that we immediately wanted more children. But, for reasons no doctor could understand, we had none. While Elvis grew from infant to toddler to lively little boy, we consulted doctors about our failure to have another child. We prayed about it, too. There was no medical reason why my wife didn't conceive again, but she didn't.

When Elvis was about ten years old, the reason was revealed very clearly to me in a way that I can't explain - l can only say that God spoke to my heart and told me that Elvis was the only child we'd ever have and the only child we'd ever need. Elvis was a special gift who would fill our lives completely. Without little Jesse who was born dead, without the other children we'd hoped to have, we understood that we were an extraordinarily complete family circle. As soon as I realized that Elvis was meant to be an only child, I felt as though a burden was lifted. I never again wondered why we didn't have additional sons and daughters. It's hard to describe the feelings Elvis, his mother and I had for each other. Though we had friends and relatives, including my parents, the three of us formed our own private world. Elvis was a good child who seldom gave us trouble. I did spank him a few times, but now that I think back, I believe it was for nothing.

I was a deacon in the Assembly of God Church in East Tupelo and used to take Elvis to church with me every Sunday. Later, after we moved to Memphis, he was baptized into my church, yet neither the Assembly of God nor any denomination ever owned him completely.

Elvis grew up very close to his mother. He used to call her by a pet name, 'Baby'. He was also close to me so that we had a wonderful, balanced family relationship. I didn't choose a goal for him and then shove him in that direction. Some fathers want their sons to be football players or lawyers or whatever. I only wanted Elvis to do what made him happy.

When he was a boy, I asked him to go hunting with me, but when he answered, 'Daddy, I don't want to kill birds', I didn't try to persuade him to go against his feelings.

There was a terrible day when Elvis was about six years old. He had developed acute tonsilitis with such high fever, he was on the verge of convulsions. Gladys and I were afraid that we were going to lose him. Even our doctor admitted that it was hopeless. 'I can't do anything else', he told us. 'Maybe you should call another doctor'. That, in effect, is what we did, because my wife and I turned in prayer to the greatest healer of all, God. I do believe in prayer. I do believe in miracles, so that day I prayed to God that He would miraculously heal our child. My wife and‘ I prayed together and separately, and by that night, I could see that Elvis was better. God had worked the miracle we'd asked for, again reassuring me that our son's life was special.

I don't mean that I knew that Elvis was going to be famous, because at that time the idea never crossed my mind. A person doesn't have to be a singer or a movie star or a president to fill an important role in the world. He can be a truck driver or a farmer or anything else and make his contribution. I only knew that Elvis had a contribution to make one way or another, that the Lord seemed to have His hand on him.

The writer of an ugly, untruthful book about Elvis said on TV that we Presleys were nothing but poor white trash. Well, I want to answer that right here, because his comment riled the whole state of Mississippi.

Poor we were, I'll never deny that. But trash we weren't. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure what 'trash' is. There were times we had nothing to eat but cornbread and water. But we always had compassion for people. When I was growing up, we never had any prejudice. We never put anybody down. Neither did Elvis.

About the time Elvis reached his teens, we all moved to Memphis. Elvis may have hated to go off and leave his Mississippi friends but, if he did, he didn't say anything to me about it. He was a good son.

Gladys and I trusted him so completely that we'd go to a movie and let him have friends over for a party while we were gone. I expect there was some beer drinking that went on, but that's about as wild as it got.

To tell you the truth, Elvis never did drink a lot. Although, once he about killed himself drinking peach brandy. He got a bottle and it tasted so good that he drank a little more and a little more until he'd drunk too much.

But he was never a heavy drinker.

Even after Elvis was in high school, we continued to be such a close family that he didn't spend a night away from home until he was 17 years old. Then my wife and I phoned all night to be sure he was all right.

[shenzi-hemlock]

Hi Shenzi! I’m the anon you wrote the essay too haha :) first I want to thank you for answering my question and addressing my concerns so thoroughly. It’s difficult to find information like this anywhere really and I’m glad to have trusted you with the task of responding to these anxieties! I saw that two others have commented on the post saying it’s helped them, so please know that you’re doing so much good by breaking things down the way you did. I must tell you that I never felt talked down to while reading through the post! 👍 so don’t worry about that! I actually had fun & felt at ease reading it because you were so animated and clearly trying to help.

I appreciate the explanation of the differences between a wedding night and a pap smear. My anxious brain didn’t stop to think that it shouldn’t be terrifying to be with my husband for the first time, especially if I’ve picked a good one. I agree that potentially having vaginismus or a similar condition should be discussed before engagement.

The example of your pastor friend and his wife is perfect. My Sunday school teacher and his wife have a beautiful love story — she had to tell him that she could potentially never be able to bear children. He then told her that he’s not marrying her to have children, but because she is God’s will for his life. Now, years later, they have 3 children! I just want to share because that will stick with me for a long time! I strive to find a godly man like these two examples here.

To make it clear, I’m not dating anyone at the moment. I’m turning 27 this year and I still don’t see dating on the horizon so for the time being I believe marriage is just not something God has for me. I asked these questions mainly because I’m like…well what if, on the off chance, I do get married someday? How would I handle these issues?

Thank you again for all your help, Shenzi!! You did such a wonderful job explaining everything while also keeping it all biblical. appreciate your advice so much ❤️

Hi again, Nonnie!!

I am so so glad to hear that our previous conversation helped! I know it can be daunting and something to potentially want to avoid, but each situation is gonna look a little different. Just how God made each couple unique, so it is true that their private lives are also vastly differing.

I know just how hard this subject can be when you have a fear about something or really want an answer to a question but you don't have someone ready at hand to ask or you would rather keep yourself anonymous which can be much harder when speaking in real life. XD I was very grateful to have a pre-maritial counselor (a long time married Christian couple) that were more than ready to answer any questions we had about sexual intimacy. I won't equate myself with either of them because they have had a much longer marriage than mine and have had tons more practice to work out any wrinkles in their marriage, but I am glad to have been of help.

I am also glad that you didn't feel like I was talking down to you. Over explaining and making everything explicit, instead of implicit, is something I do to help myself either understand a concept being talked about or to make sure that someone understands me with no chance of misconstruing my meaning and intention. My husband sometimes thinks that I am talking down to him when I do this, but I always reassure him that it's just how my brain works.

Hey, good for you! Everyone's life is gonna look a bit different than everyone else's. I know my youngest sister just got married and she's under 21. I got married in my mid-twenties which I think is a fine time to marry if you're ready. But I remember meeting an old couple at our local Renaissance Festival that had only been married for I think 2-3 years at the time. The lady hadn't been married once in her life until her 60s because she just hadn't found that good man yet. Paul said it best when he said it is better to remain single than to bind yourself to someone when you shouldn't have done so. Which is the advice I followed. I know tons of people that were dating in high school (which imo is really young, you are still figuring out so much and trying to go through so many changes all at once) that ended up in really bad break ups and have lasting mental health issues to this day. I am not saying this because I am better than others, not at all. But I saw what others went through and did not want that for myself. So I waited and God placed my darling husband in my life and I could not be more blessed by him.

Anyway, I turned this one into another ramble so I'll wrap this up! If you have any other questions, feel free to reach out and I'd love to either answer them or to point you in the right direction for resources or someone that can answer it. Lots of love!

[kessicasrps]

I walked in with Eleanor and Brooke, not necessarily agreeing with what Eleanor said but I didn't really stand up to her either. They were just kids and I knew they would figure it out. It was a little awkward for me to have them both in the same class because I knew I hadn't exactly been father of the year when it came to Haley. Having them be so close was a reminder of all the ways that I had let her down, feeling like it was too late for me to be in her life now but seeing her around was a reminder of that. "Brooke, please be respectful and make sure you listen to your teacher, okay? Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I say to her, glancing briefly over at you and Haley, seeing such a difference in how you were with her compared to how Eleanor was with our daughter but I tried to brush the thought aside.

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"But Mommy always tell me I don't have to be nice to that girl and that she's not my sister, and you always tell me to listen to Mommy," -B

"I wonder if we can have the other one removed from her class. I don't want her to give Brooke a hard time when she's done nothing wrong," -E

I could hear everything they were saying and I sighed softly as I looked at Haley. "You don't need to listen to them, you have every right to be here just as much as they do." I remind her. -J

"But what if the other kids make fun of me?" -H

I tucked Haley's hair behind here ear as I looked at her. "Listen, you are a big girl, just like you said, and if anyone is mean to you, you tell the teacher, and you tell me, and I will take care of it. No one is going to hurt you and if they do, that's why you have me. I want you to defend yourself, even if you're scared to get in trouble, you do what you need to do, like I've always taught you," I say as I heard the bell ring for everyone to get to their class. I stood up and held onto Haley's hand and walked into her classroom with her, avoiding you and walking her to her desk that had been changed. Since it was their first day of Kindergarten, the parents were invited to stay or leave. -J

"Will you stay Mommy?" I asked softly. -H

"I will stay as long as you want me to," I tell her. I had my own little coffee shop and was in charge of my schedule but I always put Haley first. -J

"You guys can leave, I think I can take it from here," I smirked as I looked at you both. "I'm not a baby, I don't need my parents here unlike some people." -B

I heard what Brooke had said and rolled my eyes, finding it hard to believe she was your daughter considering I knew you were nothing like that. -J

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"Yes, please," I say, standing closer to you than necessary. I told the bartender what I wanted, knowing I couldn't get too drunk since we had our first day of filming tomorrow and I was very professional and wasn't going to do anything to be a bad co-star. I knew it was going to be difficult for me to get through a movie shoot with you where we were playing a couple but I was happy to have the chance to work with you. I glance across the room, seeing girls touching Nate's arms and rolling my eyes as he was clearly taking it in and flirting back. I grip hard onto my drink when the bartender handed it to me, immediately taking a sip.

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I watched your body language, seeing you get tense as you took your drink. "Whoa! Careful there or you'll break that glass in your hand and I don't think you want a broken or bloody hand considering we start shooting tomorrow," I stated. I knew you were having problems with your boyfriend and my friend and I hated the way he treated you. "You know you deserve better than him right?"

[captains-simp]

Wanda Maximoff ~ Bottled Up Feelings

Wanda Maximoff X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 3,139

Includes: oral, fingering and scissoring

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"Thank you for this." Your brunette friend said with a small smile for what must have been the hundredth time that night.

The team had been on a long, frustrating mission that had everyone exhausted. All anyone wanted to do was put their feet up or sleep the year away, eventually going off to do just that.

You and Wanda hadn't parted since you got back. You hadn't even needed to suggest a movie marathon as the pair of you went back to Wanda's room almost the moment you landed purely out of habit, after getting popcorn of course, and made yourself comfortable on her bed that had come to be as familiar as your own while Wanda scrolled mindlessly through Netflix.

Once you decided Wanda was taking too long looking for a movie you decided to steal the remote (claiming it was payback for all of the hoodies she had stolen from you) eventually streaming a series of some of your favourite horror films - something Wanda wasn't so keen on.

When you finally decided to call it a night on the movies Want a had been adamant you stay the night with her, telling you if you tried to get up to leave she would keep there with her powers. You weren't entirely sure she was joking.

You hardly needed the persuasion, you were always happy to spend time with your friend and you were glad she felt the same way.

When you came out to her a year ago she had been so understanding and supportive, much to your relief. Nothing changed between you and she never acted weird or uncomfortable around you like you knew some people would. She told you to stay in her room and sleep in her bed just as much as you had before. But that wasn't something you weren't sure if you should be happy about.

You had had a crush on Wanda for the longest time. As time went on you spent considerably more time together it was hard not to crush harder. Everything she did made your heart flutter. And those sleepovers? The way she always cuddled up into your side, the soft smile that played on her lips, the joyful laugh that filled the room (especially when it was from something you said), it had been impossible for you not to fall inlove with your best friend.

You had wondered before if Wanda was strictly into guys. It was impossible to tell with her as she never talked about crushes and became closed off when the convosation arrived. For all you knew she could be asexual or aromantic.

You tried not to be disappointed at that thought as you knew you should support her no matter what, but you couldn't shake the feelings you had for Wanda and that filled you with guilt.

It was only out of respect that you never made a move on her. You wanted to know she was open to something with a girl before you tried anything. And you didn't want to throw away what you had. That thought alone was enough to keep you in your lane.

Whenever you voiced these fears to Natasha when she told you to do something about your feelings (because you couldn't keep anything from the superspy) she told you that relationships were like a gamble. You could either throw the dice or skip your turn. It seemed the latter was becoming more likely.

"Stop thanking me!" You exclaimed with a smile as you pulled the duvet back and lay down next to her.

Wanda had often asked you to stay the night with her. A couple of times she had come into your room at ungodly hours of the mornings and asked to sleep in your bed which you always welcomed with open arms.

You knew her nightmares could be unkind, memories from her past resurfacing and her fears being acted out in scarring detail. She never wanted to talk about it though, so you comforted her by wrapping your arms around her tight and letting her know she was always going to be safe with you.

She seemed to think she burdened you with her worries and fears, but that was never the case and it never would be. You loved her and you would do anything for her.

Wanda was laying on her side with an amused grin and propping herself up on her elbow as she watched you get comfortable. She looked adorable. Wanda always did. You mimicked her position to face her and noticed she was studying you.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked in a light hearted tone and saw her smile in response.

"I already have plenty of pennies, thanks." She smiled and glanced away. It took everything in you not to kiss her there and then.

"Really, what's on your mind?" Wanda looked at you a little longer, as though contemplating her words, before speaking.

"What happened with that girl you met last week?" She asked curiously.

Now that was new. Wanda knew you hooked up with girls every so often (she didn't know that it was a lame attempt to get over the fact you were deeply inlove with her) but she never asked about them.

"Just the usual stuff." You shrugged as though the question hadn't taken you by surprise.

"What's the usual stuff?" You looked up at her to meet her eyes that didn't hint at any obvious emotion. She had beautiful eyes, they were perfect. Brown swirls that you always thought you could look at for hours, hoping it might really be a window to her soul and you could finally know what was going on in that head of hers.

"We went back to her place and had sex." You said bluntly, not knowing how much detail she wanted.

"Was it good?" Seriously who was she? She never asked you these things.

"Well she didn't need a map." You joked in an attempt to hide your confusion at her newfound curiosity in your sex life. Wanda didn't smile at your words, appearing lost in thought "Why?" You asked curiously.

"Don't you ever get attached? Develop feelings?" She asked, apparently ignoring my own question as she found interest in the pillow you were leaning on.

You could have burst into laughter at her question. You could have just blurted out "that would be kind of hard when I'm already head over heels for you", but you didn't.

"No. I don't see them after." You said, finding an interest in Wanda's pillow too.

The brunette fell quiet, apparently not having anything to say to that, not wanting the rare topic to end you continued.

"Have you been thinking about it lately?" You asked, afraid you were too blunt.

"Yes." She replied clearly. You hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"You want to hook up with someone?"

"Yes- no! I..." She sounded slightly panicked at first, but after a moment her voice dropped and shifted to a undeniably sad tone. Almost hopeless.

"What's stopping you?" You asked gently.

"I just...I don't want it to be with some random stranger." That was understandable. Lot of people felt the same way. Sex could be such a personal and sacred thing to people, something that's held close to their hearts and is purely an act of intimacy. You always thought that was beautiful and whished you coukd experience that. "I want it to be with someone I know... someone I trust and... someone I love." She finally looked up at you again as she breathed out slowly. "The person that I love."

She's in love? It was the only thing you could think. You wanted so desperately to ask who. For how long? When did it start? Why didn't she tell you?

"Who?" You asked. Your voice almost a whisper because you didn't want to risk Wanda hearing it break as you fought back tears.

"You." She replied at the same volume. You froze. Not believing what she said. This was completely uncharted territory for you. You didn't know what you were meant to do. So you did the only thing you knew how to do right. You kissed her.

Your hand cupped her cheek gently as your face became closer to hers, letting her know what you were about to do. She didn't object, instead she closed the distance between you.

Her lips were softer than they looked and felt perfect against your own. It was instantly addicting so you brought your other hand up to cup her other cheek and rolled over so you were partly ontop of her, never once disconnecting your lips.

You kissed her eagerly and longingly in hopes she understood that you had the same feelings for her. You had years of built up feelings to make up for, you were going to make it worth it if it was the last thing you did.

Wanda wrapped her hands around your neck and laced her fingers together as she pulled you towards her more. You happily let her do so and occasionally paused the kiss to let you breathe before going back to her.

You moved your legs so they were straddling Wanda's waist and you could be in the most comfortable position, the very concept of it giving you chills.

Bravely, you swiped your tongue across her lower lip to ask for permission. Although Wanda seemingly didn't understand what you were silently asking for, something that made you smile.

So you gently bit down on her lower lip, causing her to gasp out and moan. You made a mental note of how she responded to slight pain.

You slipped your tongue into her mouth and moaned as you explored it. It was like you needed to memorize every inch of her in case you could never do this again. You needed to treasure the moment and show Wanda just how much you cared.

"I love you too." You finally spoke. You could hear and feel her breath become shaky in nerves and it made you want to hold her close and comfort her forever.

"Show me." She whispered and you smiled.

You kissed her lips again briefly before switching your attention to her jaw. Your hands wandered down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head before throwing it across the room.

Your mouth almost fell to the floor when you realised she wasn't wearing a bra, forgetting you had both changed into pjs. It was dark in the room and you hadn't thought about that fact.

You slowly started to kiss down her neck, along her collarbone and finally planted butterfly kisses on her breasts. You heard Wanda gasp out at the motion and softly moan when you took her left nipple into your mouth.

Softly sucking on the bud gently, you pinched the other then switched, ensuring you gave them equal attention but eventually you felt Wanda push your head lower.

You smirked against her chest and oblidged to her clear wishes by kissing lower down her stomach and hooking your fingers under her waistband.

You pulled the fabric down slowly and kissed every inch of exposed skin before throwing the material to join her top.

Then you softly bit down on small patches of her skin and sucking on them softly to leave small marks along her thighs until Wanda grew impatient with you, groaning at what she thought was teasing rather than you cherishing the moment, you would be sure to clear that up layer.

You pulled her panties down and took a moment to beautiful sight before you and heavenly scent that had your scenes on overdrive. You smiled and instantly flickered your tongue against her clit.

She moaned out in surprise and pleasure, closing her eyes and putting her head back into the pillows as she laced her fingers through your hair.

You took two fingers and stroked them along her folds, smirking when you felt how wet she was against your fingers and relishing under the fact it was a result of your actions.

You moved away from her core to look up at her as you licked her juices off of your fingers with a proud smirk.

She stared down at you with lust in her eyes that made her even more beautiful.

Your mouth returned to her but this time sucked on her outer folds that were also soaked with her juices. You moaned into her when her arousal hit your taste buds again and dipped your tongue into her folds.

You dipped your tongue in further and heard her moan out your name, a sound that made your stomach flip. You took this as encouragement and started thrusting your tongue into her at a faster pace and rubbed your thumb in tight circles against her clit.

Wanda gripped your hair tightly as she moaned out more, her legs wrapping around your head perfectly to keep it securely in place as they began to shake.

Her breathing became fast and shallow as her grip on your hair tightened.

You rubbed harder and thrust your tongue faster until you felt a warm, sweet liquid against your tongue and Wanda screaming out in pleasure.

You looked up at her through hooded eyes as you eagerly licked up the cum she had spilt and moaned at the taste of it, instantly planning to taste it again at some point.

She looked so beautiful blissed out, more tender than you had ever seen her.

You leaned up and kissed Wanda passionalty as she did the same. You knew she could taste herself on your lips as you felt her smile against you at that fact.

"Now let me." Wanda whispered, her hand caressing your bare thigh that wasn't covered by your loose shorts.

"Wanda you don't ha-" Wanda silenced you by placing a slim finger over your lips.

"I want to. I want to make you feel good." She whispered again and pulled you closer by the back of your neck to bring you on for another kiss.

You leaned forward and kissed her passionately, not believing how soft her lips were and how perfect they felt against your own, fitting together perfectly.

She pulled you closer before rolling you over in a playful way that made you smile as she lay ontop of you. She kissed a path down you jaw and neck as her fingers continued to tease your thighs.

Her hand then came up to your waistband, momentarily tracing your hipbones, before slipping beneath the fabric of you shorts and panties.

You gasped out as fingers ghosted over your clit then adventures further to your folds.

Her fingers swiped through your folds a couple of times to gather your wetness on her fingers before slipping inside of you.

You moaned heavily at the feeling as Wanda sighed at the feel of your wet pussy around her fingers.

Her fingers extended fully inside you before retreating only to return again faster. You moaned as Wanda memorized every inch of your core and how it felt around her as she fingered you with earnest.

As her pace increased Wanda's free hand landed on your waist, holding your bodies close together as she leant in to kiss you again.

You eagerly complied as her fingers curled to hit an amazing nerve ending that had you clinging to Wanda's back and moaning the loudest.

"Wan..." You chanted breathlessly.

You squeezed your walls around Wanda's fingers as you approached your high. She took this with a new vigour and rubbed your clit firmly with her thumb, causing you to cum with a cry of her name.

She continued to lay ontop of you while you got your breath back, smiling down at you lovingly.

As she sat up slightly you were reminded of just how naked she was, and how she was right ontop of you. You were aching to feel your bare skin against hers.

You placed your hands on her waist and gently pulled her down onto her back as you sat up and grinned at her and the thoughts playing in your mind.

Wanda smiled back at you as she watched you quickly discard your shirt before pulling off your shorts and panties in one.

She bit her lip at the sight of you completely bare to her but you didn't give her a chance to stare as you were already pushing her legs apart and laying between them as you cupped her face.

"I wanna try something." You whispered, as though the experience was a secret that you two would share forever and guard with your lives. She nodded up at you, keeping eye contact as you lifted her left leg up and spread her other leg further apart, giving you the best access to her still glistening folds.

You could hear your steady breathing as you positioned yourself accordingly so your pussy hovered above Wanda's. You lowered yourself slowly and you both moaned at the contact and friction that was instantly created.

Wanda bucked her hips up when your clit glided over hers and your slick came together to help your movements.

You tried not to get too caught up in the pleasure at first, needing to be able to concentrate your attention on Wanda and the best movements.

You soon fell into the right rhythm, your breathy moans filled the room as you allowed yourself to fall flat against Wanda and kiss her deeply.

You hips rotated perfectly, yours and Wanda's folds glided over one another in was a blissful way you had never experienced.

The movements were making the pair of you breathe faster so you abandoned the kiss to place your forehead against Wanda's as your movements became more erratic.

You didn't want to cum until Wanda did, but the familiar coil in your lower stomach was becoming to tighten.

"Y/n!" Wanda moaned as her hips continued to buck against your own. The movements threw you off at first but your hips soon collided into one frantic movement.

You grinded your pussys together with vigour as you both chased your release with desperation, your combined wetness making the most lewd sound echo throughout the room and amplifying both of your arousals.

With one hard thrust of your hips you both came with a loud moan, clinging to each other and foreheads still connected as you rode out your high together, your hips twitching slightly until you eventually fell down beside Wanda, both of you still swimming in pleasure.

"Wow." Wanda barely managed to speak, exhaustion written into her voice.

"I love you." You muttered as you placed your fingers together.

"I love you too." Wanda smiled tiredly as she gave your hand a loving squeeze.