#i just truly cannot wait to see her again because she’s so perfect

[clarablightt]

your local ✨aroace lesbian✨ has been laying in bed thinking about nothing but her girlfriend for almost 4 whole hours

i truly miss her so much oops hehe

[wholoveseggs]

girrrllll, i got another idea! how about Elijah proposing to a reader? it could be angsty in the beginning, maybe they got into a fight because she feels like he always puts his family before her, so he proposes to her to show her she is his family too (and cause he was planning on doing that for a while anyway). and it’s all emotional, she’s not believing what’s happening and she’s thinking he doesn’t really mean it. meanwhile he’s almost desperate to show her how much she means to him. Smut cannot be absent of course. thank youuuu🫶🏻🫶🏻

Forever

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Elijah loves you with all his heart, but his commitment to his family and his loyalty to Klaus keeps him from acting on his feelings. But when he almost loses you, he is determined to prove that you are the only woman he has ever truly loved, and wants to make you his, forever.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @msveronicag! Who doesn't want to be Elijah's wife? ♡♡

6.8k words - Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, slight violence (a classic Elijah & Klaus brawl), shower sex, rimjob {f!receiving}, oral sex & the Italian coast ♡

Everyone says that Elijah Mikaelson is the best of his family. A loyal, charming, considerate man that holds himself to a standard not many can accomplish. In essence, perfect. He loves his family deeply, despite their constant misgivings and betrayals. Nothing would get in his way, if it meant he could protect the ones he loves.

Well, that's what you wanted to believe.

There was a reason Elijah held such devotion to his family. He was one of them, and no better than the worst of them, having sinned over and over to the point where atonement was simply not a viable option.

He didn't want you to see him that way, the dark side of his polished exterior. He wanted to shed his past and become a new man with you by his side.

You were unlike anyone he's ever known or had a passing connection to. Your empathy and kindness was beyond measure, it had captivated him the very moment that your eyes met.

He always wanted to be married, there were even a few times he almost found someone to spend eternity with. Something always stood between that moment and himself, usually in the shape of some great threat. But things had now settled in his life, he had a niece and a proper place to call home. He was no longer on the run from one demon or another.

He wanted this. To settle down with the woman of his dreams, build a life together, and maybe even add to it.

Perfect. Simple. Domestic bliss.

You had come for a small party celebrating Hope's third birthday. Or, as far as you were concerned, a get together amongst those you considered family.

Although, sometimes you worried they didn't see you as family in turn. Deep entrenched history often kept you away from the inner workings of their family life. You understood that you had to earn your place in their lives, and you had done so time and time again. But they never seemed to truly accept you as one of their own.

You got along with nearly all of them except Klaus, who saw you as just a passing phase Elijah was going through. A dalliance, nothing more.

He certainly knew how to poke at your insecurities about your relationship.

"So, tell me," he asked as the two of you waited in the kitchen. "When will this little thing with you and my brother end?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

"Don't take it personally, sweetheart. You're not the first pretty face he's lost himself in," Klaus explained with a shrug.

"You don't think he's serious about me?" you questioned, trying not to feel hurt.

Klaus just shrugged and gave you a wicked grin. "Why would he be?"

"Because I love him, and he loves me," you replied, keeping your voice low. "It's been four years, and it's serious."

Klaus let out a bark of a laugh. "Four years is nothing in the life of an original. When will you stop living in this fantasy you've built in your mind? This will end and you will move on."

You were about to respond with a few choice words when Hayley came in carrying hope.

While your relationship with Klaus was contentious and you thought him to be cruel and cold. There was no doubt that Hope loved her daddy with all of her tiny heart. She reached out to him, and he happily took her into his arms.

"There's my little one," he cooed, holding her close. "I love you, my sweet girl."

He began to place kisses all over her, and the three year old giggled loudly.

You had baked the cake for her, and placed a number 3 candle in the middle.

"Let's light her up!" you announced.

The cake was placed on the dining room table, and Elijah stood by you. He slipped his hand in yours and squeezed.

"I want auntie y/n to light it," Hope said.

You smiled wide and kissed her on the head.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice soft.

You lit the candle, and everyone began to sing as the little Mikaelson happily ate a slice of cake, messily covering herself. You laughed, taking a cloth to wipe her little face and hands. Elijah watched you with adoring eyes, you were such a loving soul and he was so lucky to be the one to call you his own.

The cake was enjoyed by all and soon it was time for gifts. Hope was handed a large package by her father, and she eagerly tore open the paper.

You were cuddled up to Elijah, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Thank you, my love."

"For what?" you asked, glancing up at him.

"For being here. It means a lot to me," he told you.

You looked back up at Elijah, and kissed him lightly.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you told him.

Hayley helped Hope unwrap the gift from you and Elijah. It was a wooden dollhouse, and it was a miniature replica of the compound, complete with a little Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, and Hope.

Hope hugged the dollhouse to her chest. "I love it!"

"We made it ourselves," you said with a smile.

"Look, daddy!" Hope squealed. "Auntie Y/N and Uncle 'lijah got me a house."

Klaus gave you a tight smile, and you looked at Elijah. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and held you close. This only seemed to annoy Klaus more, but he turned his attention to his daughter, and the gift that she had received.

"That's amazing, little love. Now, why don't you open the rest of your presents?"

"Okay!"

The evening winded down, and eventually Klaus and Hayley took Hope upstairs to get her ready for bed and the rest of the family retired to their rooms. You had left the dining room table a mess, and wanted to help clean up.

You had picked up a few discarded wrapping papers, when Elijah's arms came around your waist.

"Don't worry about that, my love," he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck. "Leave it, we can do it tomorrow."

"You're sure?" you asked, leaning against him.

"Very," he whispered, taking your hand and leading you towards his bedroom. "I have other plans for you."

"Oh?"

"Mmm," he replied, nipping at your ear. "You know, I've been thinking of you all day. All the things I'd like to do with you."

You flushed,  biting your lips and smiling shyly. He never failed to make your heart skip a beat when he looked at you with that seductive gaze. He never had to force it either, his stare was simply alluring and attentive, it pulled you into its grasp like a siren's song.

Elijah shut the door, and the moment you turned around, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. His hands held your hips tightly, pulling you against him. He kissed down your jawline, and down your throat.

He pushed you gently onto the bed, kissing down your neck and inhaling the smell of your skin, pulling your clothes off as he went along.

His love, his entire world, right here in his arms. If he were a more possessive man, he'd keep you in this room until his love was imprinted in your very bones.

He kissed you softly, wanting to take his time and express how deeply he cared for you with each touch. He moved down your body, worshiping your skin with his hands and mouth, and the soft sounds that escaped you only urged him on.

His bliss was quickly broken by the sounds of his brother yelling for him at the top of his lungs- an unnecessary use of volume, considering everyone had supernatural hearing.

You reached down and cupped his face, drawing his attention back to you.

"Please don't," you whispered, a pleading look in your eyes. "Stay,"

Elijah's breath left his lungs. You were not the clingy type, in fact you were rather understanding and independent; letting him go and do whatever it was the family needed, always supporting him.

He should stay, finish what he started with you, love you, the one he can't live without. But there was clearly something going on downstairs, his family needed him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I'll be back."

"Sure," you said flatly, pulling away. You didn't quite meet his eyes as you turned on your side, facing away from him.

You were clearly upset, but he didn't have time to be swayed by his emotions. He leaned in to give you a quick kiss, but you turned your head away.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, stroking your hair.

You didn't respond, and he had to leave you there, curled up and angry. He felt a deep pang of regret, but the thought of his family's safety was at the forefront of his mind.

As soon as Elijah left, you let your emotions come to a boil. It hurt how he was constantly running away to deal with his family. It hurt you when he put them over you, their arguments over little things always dragged him in. It made you feel undesired, and second best.

You had no doubt he cared for you, and you did believe he loved you. But did he truly love you the way he loved his own family?

No, not really. He was always holding back, never showing all of himself. He wanted a relationship, but not a true partnership. Not with you, anyway.

Your insecurities bubbled to the surface. The way Klaus acted around you, like you didn't belong, he always treated you as if you were an outsider. Perhaps he was right, that it was a fantasy, that you should move on.

It didn't matter that you were with Elijah. It didn't matter that he called you his love.

He could love you, but not be in love with you. And maybe he wasn't. Maybe this was all a lie, a ruse. 

Just too good to be true.

Klaus was pacing around the courtyard, clearly worked up and ready to take it out on the next person who walked through the door.

"Is it necessary to yell?" Elijah asked, his voice calm and collected.

"I had to make sure to get your attention, since you've been so distracted lately," Klaus snarked, a pointed look on his face.

Elijah let out a sigh, this wasn't the first time they've had this conversation. He was growing tired of Klaus' attitude. "What is it that's so important?" he asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

"Y/n is a distraction," Klaus began. "You are blinded by her, and you've become weak and weakness will get us killed." He was speaking quickly and with anger. "You are no longer the man that I've known for a thousand years. You have forgotten where you came from, what you are, and who you are meant to protect."

"Are you suggesting I cast her aside?" Elijah questioned, his voice cold.

"Yes, exactly," Klaus answered, his expression unchanging.

"No," Elijah stated simply.

"She acts far too familiar, and is clearly not one of us," Klaus continued.

"She has proven herself time and time again," Elijah countered. "What more does she need to do?"

"I don't want Hope getting attached to someone that isn't family," Klaus said.

"You can't control who Hope gets close to," Elijah snapped, his anger finally rising.

"I can certainly try," Klaus replied, his tone icy. "And I will. Because you've allowed this woman into our home, our family, and now she's acting as if she belongs."

"She does," Elijah said, his voice steady. "You just have a hard time accepting that."

"If you really care about her, then you will do what is best," Klaus replied, his expression changing. "We both know what happens to your dalliances, they come to tragic ends. I'm trying to spare her from that, brother."

"This isn't some fling, Klaus," Elijah growled, his eyes flashing with rage.

"No, she's just a girl you enjoy fucking! And now Hope is calling her auntie, and she's acting like she's Hope's mother-"

Elijah laughed coldly, his brother was so painfully transparent, his paranoia endless and ever growing. "Is that what this is about? You're afraid of her taking Hayley's place? That I would take yours? Have you officially gone insane?" he mocked, his anger at a breaking point. "Have my actions in the last few years not been clear?"

"She will not be welcomed here once you've tired of her. Once she's gone, Hope will ask for her, and I will not allow that," Klaus stated, his voice rising. "You will have broken a little girls heart because of some stupid infatuation."

Elijah's patience with his brother had worn thin. He had to remind himself that Klaus had suffered so many losses in his long life, that his paranoia had grown into something monstrous. But in times like this, his brother could be utterly cruel, and it was impossible to see him as anything but.

"It's not some stupid infatuation," Elijah seethed, his hands clenched into fists. "I love her, and that's something you will never understand. She has been good for me, and has done nothing but support us. She's not a threat, and you know it. This is the problem with you, you want everyone to suffer as you have."

"That is not what I'm doing-" Klaus began, his voice rising. "She's not one of us, and will never be. You just keep her around as a trophy, to remind yourself that you are capable of caring for another. She doesn't belong here, and it will be her undoing."

Elijah lost his control and snapped. He grabbed his brother and threw him against the wall. Klaus' head hit the stone and cracked loudly. His face contorted into an expression of rage, his eyes flashing gold. He moved forward and punched Elijah in the face, sending him stumbling back. He rushed at his brother and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tightly. Klaus' anger grew, and his grip tightened.

"Enough!" Hayley screamed, grabbing Klaus' arm and pulling him back. She looked between the two brothers, her eyes wide. "Why are you two fist fighting when my daughter is trying to sleep?!"

Klaus' eyes were wild, and his face was covered in blood, Elijah looked the same, and neither was ready to back down. The only thing stopping them was Hayley's presence. She stood between them, and looked at Klaus. "What did you do? What could you have possibly said to him?" she demanded.

"Y/n isn't family, and never will be," Klaus spat, glaring at Elijah. "I have to protect our daughter."

"Our daughter? You're unbelievable, Klaus," Hayley said, shaking her head. "Go. To. Bed. Both of you," she commanded.

She grabbed Klaus's hand, and dragged him away. Elijah sighed, rubbing his forehead. He looked up and saw you on one of the upper balconies with an unreadable expression on your face.

Had you seen that entire argument? Did you hear the awful things his brother had said about you?

He rushed up the stairs and met you at your bedroom door. You had your bag in your hand, and he knew immediately what was happening.

"You can't," he told you, shaking his head.

"I'm not welcome here," you whispered. "I have to go, Elijah."

"You are always welcome here," he said, reaching for you. "Please, let's talk."

"We have talked," you told him, pushing his hand away. "I've heard everything I needed to hear, Elijah. You keep choosing them over me. It's always your family first, and I understand that, but you have to see how it hurts me. I can't just keep coming second in your life."

"You aren't," he whispered, trying to draw you close, but you gently pushed him away. He felt his heart shatter at the action, and he knew he had lost you. "I want you, I choose you. Don't do this, my love."

You pushed past him, unable to hear anything else he had to say at the moment, you needed space to think, to figure out what you wanted. If this was a fight you could win. "Goodbye, Elijah," you said, giving him one last glance.

He stood there, and he was frozen. How could this have happened? He thought that he had made you understand that this was permanent. That you were forever.

But he had failed to show his love properly and he had to fix what he broke. You were his greatest love, his everything, and he couldn't live without you. He was nothing without you. So he would do whatever it took to bring you back.

Because if you were gone, so was he.

You were staying with Marcel, the only person who understood what it was like to be in the Mikaelson shadow. He wasn't thrilled that Elijah had hurt you, but he did understand that relationships weren't always easy, especially with the Mikaelsons.

He poured you a stiff drink, and let you wallow.

"I shouldn't have gone," you muttered.

"It's Hope's birthday," he pointed out.

"But I should have known better than to get involved like that, it only makes Klaus jealous," you sighed.

"Klaus is a notorious asshole, and Elijah is...well, he's not good with his emotions."

"That's putting it lightly."

You drank the whole glass in one gulp, and poured yourself another.

"I don't know why I thought that he was serious," you grumbled.

"He's serious, but he's also scared," Marcel replied. "It's a lot easier for him to push people away, then have the chance to hurt them."

"It's a terrible feeling, wanting to be a part of a family that doesn't want you," you admitted.

"I know the feeling," Marcel replied, sitting down next to you.

"He told me he loved me. He told me that we were going to spend forever together. And yet, his family still doesn't accept me." You looked up at Marcel, your eyes filled with tears.

"It's just Klaus, the rest of them adore you," he told you.

"How do I get Klaus to trust me? I'm not trying to take his daughter," you insisted.

"Just be patient, give him some time," Marcel advised.

"I've given him four years," you said. "And he's not willing to accept me even a little."

Marcel nodded, and handed you another drink. "Don't worry about Klaus, he'll get over himself."

"And Elijah?" you asked.

Marcel frowned. "That's not my area."

"Yeah," you said, nodding slowly. "Me either."

You and Marcel had a few drinks and talked the night away. By the end, you had almost completely forgotten your heartache, and were simply enjoying the company.

Marcel had fallen asleep, and you were dozing off when your phone buzzed. You opened it and saw a message from Elijah.

We need to talk.

You sighed, and sent him a simple reply.

Tomorrow.

You were far too exhausted to deal with his bullshit right now. You tossed your phone on the coffee table and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up on Marcel's couch, a blanket thrown over you. You stretched, and grabbed your phone, heading into the kitchen.

Elijah had texted you back.

Meet me outside, I have a car waiting for you.

You frowned. He was sending a car for you? You quickly responded.

Why are you sending a car?

A response came instantly.

It's a surprise.

You shook your head, but smiled a little and texted him back.

Fine, give me 10 minutes.

Hurry, we're on a tight schedule.

You showered, and got dressed, grabbing your bag, and heading out. You gave Marcel a quick goodbye, and hopped into the town car.

Elijah was sitting there, and smiled softly.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning," you replied.

He looked you over, and you were surprised by the intense gaze. You blushed under his scrutiny.

"What?" you asked.

"You're beautiful," he said softly. "And I'm sorry, for all of this. I never meant to hurt you, or make you feel unwanted."

You shook your head. "I know you didn't," you said. "And it's okay."

"It's not," he told you, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, and he pressed a kiss to your palm.

You flushed, and looked away. "Where are we going?"

"The airport," he replied.

"What? Why?" You were completely confused.

"You are right, I'm not putting you first, and I will not allow that anymore," Elijah replied. "And to prove it, we're going somewhere, just the two of us."

"Where are we going?"

"Italy, we're going to spend a month on the Amalfi Coast." he said, a soft smile on his face.

"A month?" You asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.

"Yes," he nodded, and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. "I've been neglectful, and I need to remind you of how I feel about you.

"Eli, you don't have to do all of this."

"Yes, I do," he replied. "You deserve the world."

He had rented a private plane, and had arranged everything. You were incredibly impressed that he managed to pull it all off in the span of a night.

You sat beside him on the plane, his hand intertwined with yours, and a soft smile on his face. You couldn't help but relax, the last couple of days had been so tense, but you couldn't stay mad at him, and a romantic getaway was exactly what you needed.

As the plane took off, Elijah reached over and brushed your hair out of your face. You lifted the arm rest and cuddled up against him, resting your head on his chest. He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You missed this, the way he was so attentive, the way he was gentle with you.

"I am sorry, for making you feel second best," he said, his voice low and full of regret.

"I know," you said, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "It's okay, your dedication to your family is part of what I love about you."

You looked up at him and kissed him softly.

"Let's not dwell on the past," you said. "We have a whole month to make new memories."

"I am going to spoil you so much, my love," he said, kissing your nose.

The flight was nearly twelve hours and you immediately fell asleep when the plane leveled out. When you woke up, the sun was starting to set.

Elijah was reading a book, and had his free hand resting on your hip. You smiled, and snuggled closer. He put the book down and looked at you, his eyes soft and full of affection.

"Good morning, or rather evening," he chuckled. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," you yawned.

You looked out the window, and saw the city below. It was like something out of a dream, colorful houses all stacked up, the sea sparkling as the sun set.

"Welcome to Positano," he said.

"Elijah," you whispered, awe in your voice.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's magical," you gushed.

"Yes, it is."

The plane landed, and a car was waiting. Elijah had rented an entire villa for the two of you. It was stunning, with a view of the ocean, and a private beach.

You walked through the villa, looking at all the art and antiques. It was very much Elijah's taste, and you could see yourself spending a month here.

The moon was out and it cast a soft glow over the sea. Elijah took your hand and the two of you walked down the stairs to the beach.

The sounds of the waves gently lapping on the sand soothed you. You walked down the shoreline, your hands intertwined.

"You didn't have to do all this, you know," you said, leaning against him.

"I know, but I wanted to. I needed to. It was a selfish thing, really," he replied, wrapping his arms around you.

Up ahead you saw something on the beach, it was too dark to make out, but it looked like a bunch of neatly shaped debris.

You walked a little closer, and you could make out the shapes. It was a heart, surrounded by lit candles, and flowers. The words "I love you" written with rose petals on the sand. Suddenly a bunch of twinkle lights were turned on, and the whole scene was lit up.

You turned around to ask Elijah if he had done this, but the words died in your throat. He was kneeling on the ground, a ring box in his hand.

"Y/n," he began, his voice soft and loving.

"What are you doing?" you asked, a bit breathless.

"I should have done this a long time ago," he said. "I should have married you years ago, but I was afraid. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to give you everything you deserve."

"Eli-"

"No, let me finish," he insisted, and continued. "I've spent centuries on this earth, never truly belonging anywhere. Always searching, never finding. Until I found you. My home, my heart, my family."

You were crying, tears streaming down your face. You couldn't really process what was happening, here was the man of your dreams, pouring his heart out, telling you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

"You are my world, my everything. And I want to spend eternity by your side," he said, opening the box and showing you the ring.

The ring was absolutely stunning, a large ruby surrounded by diamonds. It looked antique and must have been worth a fortune.

"I found this ring almost five hundred years ago, right here in Italy. I knew that when I finally found the right person, I would give it to them," he said, smiling up at you.

"You can't be serious," you said, not intending for it to sound as harsh as it did. You were in complete shock.

"I have never been more serious in my entire life," he replied, his voice firm.

"What will your family say?" You asked, worried about Klaus’ reaction.

"Niklaus can go fuck himself," Elijah grinned. "As for the rest of them, they will be thrilled."

You nodded slowly, letting the words sink in.

"This is insane," you whispered, unable to stop staring at the ring.

"Is that a yes?" He asked, looking nervous. "Will you be my wife?"

"Yes," you breathed, and he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, as though it was made for you.

He stood up, and kissed you. You threw your arms around him, your fingers tangling in his hair, kissing him back with every ounce of love you had for him.

"You're my family, you're my home," he whispered, spinning you around. "And I vow, from this day on, you will always come first. I love you."

"I love you too," you murmured, cupping his cheek. "With all my heart."

He pulled you close, kissing you deeply. You lost yourself in his embrace, in the way his hands felt on your body, his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth.

You both stumbled to the villa, tearing each other's clothes off. Your back hit the wall, and Elijah pushed your skirt up. His hands found your thighs and he squeezed the soft flesh, lifting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed along your neck, leaving little marks in his wake.

"My fiance," he muttered against the flesh. "My darling love."

"I like the sound of that," you moaned.

"Then you're going to absolutely adore being called my wife," he grinned, moving his lips down to your breasts.

His kisses turned bruising, biting at the flesh of your tits. He was rough with you and you relished it. It was like he was finally unleashing his feelings, letting out all the love he had for you.

You tugged on his hair, bringing his lips back to yours, hungry for his kisses, drunk off of his affection.

"Bed, Eli," you murmured, but instead, he picked you up and carried you into the shower.

He set you on your feet and turned the water on.

"We are covered in sand," he grinned.

The steam was rising as the water heated up, and the moment it was hot enough Elijah pulled you in with him. You squealed as the warm water washed over you, cleaning you off.

The water was the perfect temperature, a delicious warmth, but not as delicious as the feeling of him pressing into you, pinning your front against the tile.

He reached up, taking your hands and pinning them to the tile wall.

"Keep your hands here," he commanded, pressing a kiss to the back of one.

You nodded, a small moan escaping your lips, he kissed his way down your back. He ran his tongue down the length of your spine. Soft and gentle, teasing over the top of your ass. His hands ran over your legs, and he bent you slightly, opening your cheeks to reveal the most intimate part of you.

"Beautiful," he murmured, before lapping at you.

Your knees nearly buckled as he pressed his face into your flesh. His hands spread your cheeks wide as his tongue dipped into your core. The way his mouth touched every part of you left you dizzy with need. Your thighs clenched, your clit pulsing, ready to be touched.

But you did what he told you, and kept your hands above your head. The porcelain felt cool on your heated skin and he tugged you closer, your hands moving further down as your body was pulled back. His tongue darted into your center, teasing around your hole, his saliva coating you, trailing up, finding your puckered hole, and slowly circling the muscle.

"Elijah," you whimpered, gasping as his tongue worked you open.

He slipped a finger into your dripping cunt, working it inside, pulling it out and sliding it up, moving to replace his tongue on your tight entrance. He swirled around your asshole before pushing the pad of his finger into your tight heat, his mouth sucking on your ass, soft moans escaping him, vibrating against your flesh.

You struggled to keep yourself upright, your hands against the wall, bracing yourself, wiggling against him. The warm water of the shower cascading over you, the sensations were too much and not enough. You were panting, your head tilted back, eyes closed, as you were overwhelmed by his touch.

He pulled back and stood up, kissing along the back of your neck, he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?" He murmured in your ear, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes," you breathed, arching against him.

His cock was hard, trapped between the two of you. You ground against him, rubbing yourself on his length, desperate for the friction.

"How much more?" He asked, a smirk in his voice.

"All of it," you said.

"Right here, up against the shower wall?"

"Yes, Elijah, please," you begged.

He hummed and reached between the two of you, taking his length and teasing your core with it. He loved making you beg for him, and he loved hearing the desperation in your voice. But you were now to be his wife, and he was going to take care of you.

He eased himself into your center, groaning at the tightness of you, how good it felt to be surrounded by your warmth. You moaned as he pressed inside of you, the thickness of his cock filling you.

He placed his hands on top of yours against the wall, intertwining your fingers.

"I love you," he murmured, his hips moving against you.

"I love you," you moaned, rocking your hips with him.

He took his time with you, savoring the feeling of your body. He had almost lost you, and he needed to remind you how much you meant to him, how he cherished you.

His slow, languid movements were torture, the heat building inside of you, his thick cock rubbing every inch of your pussy. You moved together, the two of you in sync.

Your orgasm started to build, a slow burn deep within. You had never been so turned on, or so loved, the way he held you, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.

"That's it, baby, come for me," he encouraged, his hips picking up the pace.

He could feel the change, and he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. His thrusts became harder, more purposeful. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, and he sucked the tender flesh.

Your walls clenched and you fell apart, coming undone for him, moaning his name, over and over. He smiled against your skin, he could stay buried inside of you forever, and never tire of the way you made him feel.

He turned off the shower and pulled you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. He laid you down on the bed, his body on top of yours.

"I can't wait to make love to you every day, for the rest of our lives," he smiled.

"That's a long time, Eli," you teased.

"Not long enough," he smirked.

He took your legs and spread them, kneeling between them. He guided his length into you, and pushed all the way in.

He groaned, loving the way your body opened up to him, the way you felt like home.

"Elijah," you gasped, your hands reaching for him, needing to touch him.

"I love the way you say my name," he smiled, leaning down and kissing you, his tongue licking into your mouth.

He rocked into you, slowly, the feeling of you was addictive. You were his drug and he would never be able to get enough of you. He pictured all the ways he would make love to you, the ways he would please you, worship you.

"My beautiful girl," he groaned, his body on fire, his desire burning, and it only fueled his need.

His hips snapped against yours, and you gripped the sheets, the pleasure coursing through you. Another orgasm was building, the feeling of him deep inside of you, the way he looked at you with such love.

"Come with me, my love," he pleaded, his hand moving between the two of you, finding your clit, his fingers gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.

He was so close, and he was determined to have you come with him, to fall apart for him, together.

You whimpered and moaned, your hips lifting to meet his, chasing the feeling, knowing it was so close. He pressed his lips to yours, and the dam broke, crashing over the both of you.

You came together, moaning, his cock twitching as he emptied inside of you, your walls clenching and milking him, taking everything he had to offer.

You collapsed, boneless, spent, completely and utterly satisfied. He smiled at the sight of you, blissed out and glowing, your hair wet and splayed out over the pillows. . He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.

He laid down next to you, making sure to keep you close. You curled into his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

"So, tell me more about this wedding of ours," you grinned, holding your hand up to look at your ring.

"I'll arrange everything, don't you worry about a thing," he said softly, nuzzling your neck.

"Is that so? I don't get any input?" you teased, turning to look at him, your lips brushing against his.

"I mean, you can make suggestions, if you'd like," he smirked, his hand running along the curve of your hip.

"Hmm, well, I do think we should get married in Positano," you smiled, and his eyes lit up.

"It’s perfect here, isn't it?" he mused, a soft smile on his lips.

"I want it to be a small wedding," you said, tracing patterns on his chest. "Family and close friends only."

"Of course," he replied. "I want it to be something just for us."

The two of you talked until the early morning, dreaming up your future together, and making plans for your wedding. It would be a simple affair, a celebration of your love, in a beautiful location, with the people who cared about the two of you the most.

The month spent in Italy was something out of a dream, the days filled with long walks on the beach, picnics in the gardens, and nights filled with dancing and drinking. You made love in the most luxurious beds, and in the most unorthodox places, including the rooftop patio one night. You even made it a bit of a game, seeing who could find the best spots to fuck in. Elijah always won, and was very proud of himself, you loved seeing him so carefree, so happy.

There was no talk of his family or what was going on at home. It was like you were in your own little world, just the two of you. But it was time to return home, the news of your engagement was something you both wanted to share in person.

When you entered the compound, Hope came running up to her favorite uncle, Elijah scooped her up in his arms and spun her around.

"Uncle ‘lijah! Auntie y/n you're home!" she grinned, and you smiled at her, ruffling her hair.

"Have you been behaving for your mother?" Elijah asked, carrying her towards the courtyard, letting her tell you both all about what she had been up to while you were away.

"I see the trip did you both some good," Klaus said, walking towards the three of you. His eyes darted to the ring on your finger, the red ruby catching the light. "Is that what I think it is?"

"What is?" Hope asked, looking confused.

"I asked aunt y/n to marry me," Elijah told Hope, smiling sweetly at her.

"You did?" She exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Yes," you nodded, laughing at the excitement.

Hope hugged Elijah tightly, and Klaus looked at his brother, a hint of a smile on his lips. The sight of his daughter so happy warmed his heart.

"Well, I wish you both every bit of happiness," he said, giving you a tight smile.

"Thank you," you replied, knowing his words were sincere and it was probably the most enthusiastic response you would ever get from him. It was progress and that was enough for you.

Elijah put Hope down, and she took off running, the news of your engagement clearly something she was very excited about. You could hear her yelling the news as she ran through the compound. Rebekah was the first to appear, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Congratulations!" She beamed, and you hugged her back, her enthusiasm contagious. "I better be a bridesmaid."

The rest of the Mikaelson's slowly came and offered their congratulations. Hayley and Freya both hugged you, Marcel shook Elijah's hand and Kol gave you a warm smile. Hope was thrilled, talking a mile a minute about all the ways she was going to help with the wedding.

"Can I be a bridesmaid?" she asked, her cute little face pleading.

You knelt down so you were at her level, taking her hand. "How about something even more special? No one else at the wedding is going to have such an important job."

"What is it?" She asked, her face completely in awe.

"Will you be my flower girl?"

She squealed and jumped into your arms, squeezing you tight. "Really? Yes! I'd love to!"

You laughed and hugged her back.

Elijah watched the scene, a warmth in his chest. You were his family, his home, the missing piece that had made him whole. He had finally found the love he had been searching for.

You caught him staring, and walked over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He kissed the side of your head and let out a contented sigh. You were everything he ever wanted and so much more.

"I can't wait to call you my wife," he smiled.

"Neither can I," you said, your lips meeting his, sealing the promise, always and forever.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #49 - Appreciate]

"When Jungkook shows you his appreciation."

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: he is the best husband ever <3, he tells her all the reasons why she is the best <3, like i love him so much

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: this is based on anonie's request it may have taken me almost four months to get to it, but here it is JFADJSF tbfh it still fits thought because ogc!kookie appreciates women each day 24/7 365 😌 have fun besties, he's the cutest 🧡

You are eating lunch with your employees when Jungkook enters the restaurant. Dressed in a black compression shirt and white baggy pants. Quite frankly, he is the yummiest snack currently present in the room.

“Hey there”, he greets you and your employees with a big grin and a wave of his hand.

“Hey, Kook.”

“Hello.”

“Heyo.”

They greet him back. Marika, your cook, jumps up to get something for Jungkook but the latter stops her.

“It’s fine, keep eating. I’m not here for lunch.”

“Everything alright?” you ask him, leaning in when he kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, everything’s coolio”, he assures you, giving you an innocent shoulder rub as he talks, “wanna come to the studio after work?”

“Sure. Why?”

“Surprise.”

“Wait. Really?”

“Yeah”, he smirks playfully and steps back, “I won’t tell. See you later”, and with that, he leaves the restaurant again.

You watch him hurry back to his studio just across the street. 

Your restaurant and Jungkook’s tattoo studio are located by one of your town's main roads, but are separated by a calmer side road with parking possibilities and palm trees on each side. Jungkook eats lunch in your restaurant on most days and sometimes you visit his studio to bring him coffee. Jungkook also gets all the snacks and drinks for his customers from your restaurant and sometimes, you sweet talk your customers into checking out his studio. Truly, you and he are the perfect symbiosis. 

The rest of your shift is filled with excited anticipation. Jungkook’s surprises are always so special and sweet. You cannot wait to find out what the cute romantic has prepared in his studio. Or perhaps mister horny made the plan. No matter the outcome, you are down for it.

You close up at seven because it was a quiet day and you quite frankly, couldn’t wait any longer.

After checking the road twice, you cross it and then you are already at Jungkook’s studio. He drew the curtains and turned his sign to closed. On other days, you would use your spare keys to enter, but you never know. Maybe he is still working hard on the surprise. You wouldn’t want to ruin it. So you pull out your phone and dial his number. Calling him is honestly the only sure way to reach him. Your little chaotic introvert of a husband always forgets to check his messages. You are not excluded from this rule. 

“Are you here?” Jungkook’s picks up as expected.

“Yup, I’m here. Can I come inside?”

“No, I’m coming.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call ends, moments later the door unlocks and opens. Jungkook is still in the same clothes, but is wearing cologne. His masculine, clean scent hits your nose instantly.

“Wow, you smell amazing”, you greet him by burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook laughs, patting your butt.

“Hello to you too.”

You inhale vividly, “sorry”, you step back, “I had to. You smell so sexy.”

“I put it on for you.”

“Mhm, you’re seducing me. That shirt is doing the rest”, you say, rubbing his pecs aggressively.

Jungkook laughs, stopping you with gentle fingers around your wrist.

“You’re already horny and I haven’t even shown you the surprise yet.”

“Right. Sorry. God Kook”, you slap his pecs softly, “that’s what happens when you tell me you’ve got a surprise for me but then let me wait for a day.”

Jungkook laughs, “I just wanted to make sure that you’re coming over today.”

“I seriously need to know. What did you do?”

“Okay so”, Jungkook begins, taking your hand to lead you to the back of the studio. He locks the front door before that. 

Jungkook has his tattoo chair and office in the back. Another set of curtains shields it from the front area of the shop. 

Today, he has your favourite record playing and seems to only use the mood lights.

“As you may know, today is international women’s day and I wanted to do something special for you because you’re my woman.”

“Today’s international women’s day?”

“Yeah.”

“Crap. I didn’t know. If I knew, I’d have given my girls a little something.”

“Just do it tomorrow”, Jungkook assures you and gestures to the sofa, “now. Sit, my lady. I have prepared something for you.”

You let him sit you down, watching him hurry through the room. 

“What did you do?”

“Something”, he says, carrying a silver tray back to you. He bows, “for you, me lady.”

He prepared your favourite cocktail and some snacks.

“Oh? Gosh, thank you”, you accept them with a giddy flutter in your chest.

“Cheers”, he says.

“Cheers”, you say, clinking glasses with him.

“To women. You girls are so badass.”

“God, you’re cute.”

“Heh. Now, let’s get started”, he says and hurries to his notebook.

“That wasn’t the surprise yet?”

“No. This was just the starter”, he says, making you laugh.

“Okay then.”

“Are you comfy?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice”, he says and turns on his projector. 

“Ten reasons why you are a badass woman?” you read the title of the presentation he projects onto the wall.

“Read the subtitle too.”

“Hell yeah! You rock!!” You laugh. “God Kookie, what’s all that?”

“My presentation. Ten reasons why you are a badass woman. Okay so reason number one”, he switches the slides.

There are pictures of you and Bam. They are all candid pictures of moments where you had no idea that Jungkook was taking pictures of you.

“Oh my god, what is all that? Bamie, our Bamie.”

“Number One. You are the best mom ever”, Jungkook says and switches slides.

The new slide is filled with cute doodles of Bam, you and Jungkook with lots of hearts scared in between. Jungkook wrote in child-like letters the words “Best Mom ever!” to make it seem as if Bam wrote them. He even drew a doodle of Bam giving you a kiss on the cheek underneath.

“Oh my god, this is so cute”, you gasp, already feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“As you can see, Bam also participated. He wrote this”, Jungkook says, pointing at the letters.

“I’m so thankful for Bamie, wow”, you play along gladly. You have the best husband ever.

“Reason number two.” He switches slides. Pictures of you at the restaurant. They are clearly made with a professional camera and show you working hard. The editing and lighting makes you look so fucking beautiful. 

“Is that why you were at the restaurant with a camera once?” you gasp.

“Yeah.” He nods his head. “Reason number two. You are the coolest restaurant owner ever. You work so hard and built all of this from nothing.” He switches slides, reading the words he wrote. “Most hardworking queen!!” He even added doodles of him giving you various thumbs-ups.

“Kookie, god you”, you get out and stand up so you could hurry to him. You hug him, “you’re so cute.”

“Okay, but seriously though. You have to sit down again. I have so many more reasons to present.”

You laugh, “I don’t know if I can keep going. This is the cutest thing ever. How long did it take you to make this?” 

“A while. It was fun. Wanna see more?”

“Of course I do. Gosh, you.” 

After you settled again, Jungkook continues with the presentation. He shows off pictures you have never seen before and they each show you in such beautiful light. Pictures of you on your bike he took during various breaks you shared on your many adventures. Pictures of you with your friends laughing and smiling and hugging. Pictures of you at the beach partaking in various activities or lounging in the sun. Pictures of you in the garden, the house and on various dates. You weren’t even aware that Jungkook took so many pictures of you and how incredibly beautiful you look through his eyes. He follows up each picture slide with a slide of doodles and a cute handwritten message. And to make matters even more emotional, the reasons are so thoughtful. They go from light-hearted reasons such as “you tell the funniest jokes”, to serious reasons such as “no matter what happens, you always stand back up”. He knows you so well, allowing you to see yourself in lights of gold and glitter.

By the time Jungkook finally reaches the last slide, the tears run down your cheeks.

You sniffle and sob as you clap.

“Baby, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Jungkook gasps, hurrying to you as quickly as possible to cradle your cheeks and wipe your tears.

“This, this is the sweetest thing ever. I, I feel so appreciated”, you stutter, forcing a smile, “thank you so much.”

“God, sweetie”, Jungkook goes in to litter your face with kisses, “it’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m so happy you are. Fuck”, you chuckle, “you got me crying like a baby. This is the cutest surprise ever.”

Jungkook laughs with you, rubbing your cheeks.

“I meant what I said. I didn’t have to think a lot for my reasons because I already had them prepared. You’re seriously such a perfect person and even more perfect woman and I wanted you to see yourself the way I see you.”

You meet his eyes, squeaking out your words because he got you emotional.

“I feel so beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, my sweetie. Inside and out. Everything about you.” He smiles fondly. “I’m so happy to have you in my life. Seriously.”

“I’m happy to have you in my life”, you say and smile at him, “god, you doofus. If I knew that you’d make me cry so much, I’d have worn my waterproof makeup.”

Jungkook laughs, wiping the messy streaks under your eyes.

“You look pretty like this. Now. May I interest you in another cocktail and perhaps a relaxing massage on the tattoo table, me lady?”

“At the same time?” you joke.

He laughs, “I was thinking more of cocktails first and massage second.” 

“You are actually the cutest person ever you know.”

Jungkook grins and stands up to prepare another drink for you and him. Needless to say, you and he share the rest of this special day doing something incredibly wonderful. Truly, your husband will always make you feel so loved and in return, you love him eternally.

[jade-green-butterfly]

Just watched Trolls Band Together...ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!😍😍😍(SPOILERS AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!)

Oooh, my Harmonia...just got back from watching Trolls Band Together and my GOODNESS!!🤩✨🤩✨🤩Words cannot describe how amazed and engrossed I was into the whole movie!!💖💖💖Was it worth the seven month wait?😗TOTALLY!!😍😍😍It was absolutely fantastic, and I LOVED and enjoyed every single moment of it!!🥰

I was really getting into scenes, got quite a few laughs out of some scenes and was touched the wholesome ones~💕Branch's brothers were just as enjoyable on screen - John Dory still being my fave as he grew throughout the movie (LOVE Rhonda too!😁) Spruce/Bruce is such a lovable family man, Clay was (serious)ly awesome in his scenes and the tender moments between Floyd and Branch really got me...especially with the flashbacks...🥲 It was so great to see Grandma Rosiepuff again, though I do wish there was more feeling shown when her death was mentioned, hopefully the brothers will come to terms with it more in time...and Branch's bunker plan for them all, d'awww...~🥺So he DID build the bunker for all his family...😭 Viva was such an amazing character as well as she adorably bonded with Poppy (ooh, dear King Peppy, I know you were heartbroken at the time but c'mon...😅) and finally braved out of her comfort zone, and Tiny Diamond going through his big boy phase was real cute and funny😂Bridget and King Gristle were great too, it was lovely seeing them again along with the Bergens!😊 I had a feeling Velvet and Veneer were luring BroZone to them, they were such good villains with their goals and personalities but I am glad Floyd got through to Veneer in the end, and he saw the wrong he and his sister were doing, and came clean to everyone. And Crimp was a cutie and deserves better🫂(glad she got a hug from Poppy and stood up to Velvet and Veneer in the end😌) And it was also great to see some of the Snack Pack again too, including Prince D and especially my darling Cooper too, eeeee~!😍💗💗💗He looked so dapper!💝🥰 Speaking of Poppy, she was just as darling as ever~!😚I seriously LOVED her relationship and her undying love for Branch blossom so much here whilst supporting and fangirling for him all the way as they interacted, bless her~😊And that sweet BROPPY KISS!!🤭...🤩I was going 'YES!! FINALLY!!' under my breath, grinning from ear to ear in that moment~💙💖And that moment when I thought he was gonna pop the question during the performance during the end...hehe, maybe another time~😉But I certainly didn't expect *NSYNC to show up in their trollsonas near the end...what a twist!😮

The chase scene and perfect family harmony scene were truly epic and it really shows, it doesn't have to be perfect as long as we're altogether~💞💓All the locations of the brothers were stunning to look at, with Vacay Island and Spruce/Bruce's family, the creepy abandoned Bergen golf course with the Putt-Putt Trolls, and finally Mount Rageous - a whole lot of wonder to take in!💖Walt Dohrn, Gina Shay and the DreamWorks Animation Crew did such an fantastic job on everything!✨🌟✨And that huge BroZone hug...again, d'aaaaww~!😭

As for the songs...I'll be downloading the rest of the album now because they were all wonderful to listen to!🎧🎶Real boyband and 90's nostalgia~✨I know they're gonna be stick in my head for a long time, hehe!😆I have so many faves, especially all versions of 'Better Place'~😚

A greatly HUGE thank-you in a million to everyone Trolls for such a fantastic movie, which I wonderfully enjoyed all the way through, from start to finish!🌟👏👏👏🌟AAAHH!!💓💗💓I JUST LOVED IT ALL!! 😍🤩😍I give it a solid 9.5 out of 10!!😊👍✨Totally made my weekend~!🫶🥰

[lola-bunn1]

Hey could you please write a Neteyam x reader.

- The reader has strong feelings towards Neteyam and has openly expressed them to him throughout their friendship yet Neteyam has always been too busy with being a warrior or doesn’t realise he loves the reader because he is so used to her.

- Then one day another navi decides to flirt with reader and tries to court reader.

- Neteyam notices, gets jealous and they have an argument.

- Reader says “You had me once but you chose to let me go”, or “I wanted you from the beginning but now that someone else has shown interest you act like you have always loved me”.

- Neteyam confesses, apologises and the reader and him make up to become mates.

Your best friend, Neteyam might be the dumbest person on Pandora. You've had your ceremony a couple of days ago, and now you were on the hunt for someone to court you.

But what has been wrecking your mind is the fact that the only person you want to court you is Neteyam. You had been in love with him for years and hinted it many times, even one time, you directly said you loved him and he didn't even acknowledge it.

You were getting sick and tired of waiting for him to realize it.

Or maybe...

Maybe he did know, maybe he knew and just didn't see you the way you saw him. Maybe the reason he never said anything is because there's nothing for him to say.

He didn't see you as anything more than a friend.

It was obvious, how were you so stupid to think he'd like you?

Your parents have been nagging on you to pick someone already and you were done with Neteyam. You weren't gonna wait anymore, you're picking someone else just like he probably wants to.

One day your mother came to you, telling you a woman was coming to introduce her son to you, you were gonna deny meeting the boy. But then again, you had nobody waiting for you, so why not?

When they arrived, you were shocked as to who it was. Al'eyo was a boy you've seen multiple times but never really talked to.

Your mother talked to the woman while you two went out into the forest to talk

Not to your knowing, another boy was getting intel on what was happening

"Bro!" Lo'ak yelled as he went inside the tent, Neteyam stopped helping his mother and turned to him

"What is it?" He asked

"Someone went to visit y/n."

"Uh...okay?" He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what use this would bring him

"No, you're not getting it." Lo'ak grabbed Neteyam by the shoulders, "Someone went to visit y/n to court her!"

"What!" Neteyam and his mother said

"Who is it?" Neytiri asked

"Al'eyo" Lo'ak answered

"Oh, that's nice" Neytiri smiled, "I know his mother! He's a very nice boy, he'd be perfect for her!" She exclaimed, she truly loved you, "Right, Neteyam?" She said, her smile faltering when she saw the look on his face

"Did she say yes?" He said, clenching his teeth

"Not yet, they went out to talk I just walked past them"

Neteyam left in a hurry to look for them, he froze when he saw Al'eyo walking past him alone with a smirk on his face, Neteyam grabbed him

"What's wrong? Mad I stole your girl?" He laughed and Neteyam was about to attack him until he saw you walking around nearby

'Stole your girl' Neteyam kept repeating Al'eyo's words in his head

You said yes, no...it can't be, right?

"y/n!" He called out and you turned to him

"Yeah?"

He grabbed your hand and went to an empty spot in the forest

"What's going on?" You asked

"What's going on? What's going on with you!" He said

"What?"

"I can't believe you" He shook his head

"Can't believe what-"

"I can't believe you actually are going to court him."

"Court who!"

"Al'eyo!"

"I...wait, are you jealous?" You furrowed your eyebrows

He looked away from you

"No." You said and shook your head

"What do you mean?" He looked back at you, confusion in his eyes

"No, Neteyam! You do not get to act like this! No!" You yelled

He sighed, "After all the time we've been friends don't tell me-"

"You cannot! You cannot act like this-"

"Act like what?!" He snapped

"Act like you've always loved me!" You yelled

"But I have!" He responded

"No you haven't! You-I spent years suffering with the pain of loving you and you never noticed! The second someone else takes the place you clearly had no interest in, you suddenly love me?! I'm sick of you, Neteyam-" You tried to walk away but he kept getting in your way

"Get away from me! Stop!" You said, yelling at him and trying to push him out of your way but he didn't budge

You hit his chest, trying to get him to go away until he grabbed your wrists and forced you to look at him, tears blurred your vision as you cried on his chest

You didn't cry because you were just being dramatic. You cried because of the irriation he's caused you. You cried because of the anger you've had all this time. All the bottled up feelings spilling out of you.

"Please, y/n. I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise. I'm so sorry" He said, hugging you tight as you kept crying, "I don't know how I was so stupid to never notice your love for me."

You didn't say anything, you just melted into his arms, after some time, you stopped crying and finally were calm. You didn't realize how long he's been holding you. And he didn't complain, not at all. He wanted to hold you forever if he could.

"y/n?" You heard him mutter

You hummed in response

"Please tell me, did you really agree?"

It was quiet for a moment, until you finally answered, "No, I'm supposed to give an answer tommorow."

"And what is the answer?" He asked, worry consuming him as he waited for your response, "Will you say yes?" He whispered

You looked up at him, "Why would I say yes when I have you?" You said, and a smile rose upon his lips

"Good, now I can freely kick his skxawng ass when I see him again."

my writing has been so ugly recently i hate this sm

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Handsome Stranger

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.4K

SUMMARY | You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in, and that's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, a few mentions of Y/N.

REQUEST | @ccbsrmsf1 Maybe Tony and Sunshine are at a party, and they pretend that they don't know each other and seduce each other at this party and flirt a lot, resulting in very hot sex afterward

SMUT | Dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), fingering, begging, spanking, hair pulling, nipple piercings, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare

A/N | Carol, dear, dear, DEAR Carol, I cannot even begin to thank you enough for the idea of this fic! Your brain is made of pure gold, and I was very excited and horny while writing this! Thank you for the idea, the proofreading, and the perfect GIF to match; eu te amo 3000! 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | Roleplaying

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Tony is sitting on the couch, giving Paxton a milk bottle since you're working late tonight. Hudson and Orion play in their playroom at Howard and Maria's house. At the same time, Maria prepares dinner, and Howard watches TV, making the atmosphere in the Stark household very peaceful and relaxing.

"Dad, remember when you and Mom helped me ask Sunshine to the spring dance all these years ago?" Tony suddenly asks his Dad, his brow quirked as he looks at Howard, nodding in response.

"Well, I was hoping to surprise her with a night out together, just the two of us, and I was hoping you could give me some ideas as to what to do on said date night," he says with a sigh. He's thought of countless ideas, none good enough because he wants this night to be remarkable. The two of you don't get too much time with just you and him, so he's planning on making it a night you will remember for a long time.

"How about getting a drink at a bar or a party? I know that may sound boring, but there are countless ways of making the night more interesting," Howard says, and Tony nods as the gears in his brain start turning, trying to think of the perfect idea.

"I think I have a plan; now I just need to know what she thinks of it," Tony says with his lips curled into a smile. Not long after, Paxton is done with his bottle, and it's time to burp the little guy. That all goes smoothly, and as soon as he's getting a clean diaper, Tony can hear the door open, and your voice carries throughout the house with your announcement of your arrival.

"I'm home! Now, where are my two Munchkins?" you say as you walk into the hallway. You don't have to wait long for Hudson and Orion to run over and capture you in a much-needed hug.

"Welcome home, Mommy!" they say in unison, enveloping you with warmth and signature smells. You love your twins to pieces, and coming home to them is something you will never take for granted.

"Have you two been good to everyone today?" you ask your twins, and they nod furiously.

"Alright, you two can play some more while I find your Dad and Paxton," you tell them. With one big kiss on the cheek for each of them, they run off again, and you are surprised by Tony walking into the hallway with Paxton on his hip and a big smile on his face as he sees you.

"Hi Little One! Aren't you the absolute cutest in your Winnie The Pooh outfit? Oh my goodness, I could eat you right up!" you tell him as you take him from Tony and blow raspberries on Paxton's cheek that have him squealing and swinging his arms and legs in delight. Coming home to your bundle of joy is excellent and one of the many reasons you're looking forward to coming home each night after work.

"What about me?" Tony asks in a fake sad voice and a slight pout that you happily kiss away.

"I was cuddling my son first, but if you need my attention first, I guess I can make an exception," you tease him, and Tony perks up at your words.

"I always need your attention, Sunshine. Haven't you noticed that by now?" he says with a wink. He pulls you against his chest for a much-needed hug, and Paxton is more than happy to be included as well.

"I love you, My Love," and with one last kiss and a pat on your butt, he lets you go to the kitchen, your stomach practically rumbling as you greet Maria, who is just finishing dinner as you walk in. A large pot of your favorite soup is simmering away on the stove and filling the house with a delicious scent, and you can't wait to dive in.

"How was work today?" Maria asks as she envelops you in a hug. You let yourself melt into her touch, and her familiar scent makes you think of your own Mom. Ever since Tony introduced you to them, they have welcomed you like their daughter, and over the years, the bond you have has only grown stronger.

"It was good, but the last showing turned out to be longer than I had planned, so I'm delighted you could all wait for me to come home; I'm starving!" you tell her, and she nods before sending you off to the living room, where you let yourself plop on the couch next to Howard, Paxton now sitting on your lap.

"He's growing up so fast," Howard remarks as he looks at his youngest grandson, and you couldn't agree more. He's growing the fastest out of all your children, and his chubby features make him look adorable.

"Tell me about it! He's almost twice the height and weight the twins were at his age! It's unbelievable!" you tell Howard. However, before he can answer you, Maria lets you know it's dinner time, so you quickly rush to the dining room, finding your usual spot next to Tony and across from the twins.

"It smells amazing, Maria. Thank you all so much for waiting for me," you tell her before diving in. The soup is paired with different types of bread and has your mouth watering at the smell, so it is all gone before you can even think about it too much. Maria's cooking is impeccable and something you will never get enough of, so you're glad Tony has learned a thing or two from her.

"C'mon Sunshine, let's go take a shower together before anyone notices we're gone," Tony suddenly whispers in your ear when everyone is busy. You allow Tony to pull you away and up the stairs, leading the way to his bathroom.

"I missed you today, and I need my dessert now," he growls in your ear before shutting and locking his bedroom door, having learned his lesson years ago. His lips descend on yours in an instant, his tongue effortlessly finding its way into your mouth as you let him take the lead.

Soft moans escape your lips and are swallowed instantly by Tony, making them almost inaudible. That doesn't take away from the fact that this man affects you in a way you can't get enough of. Clothes are strewn across the floor as you enter the shower, turning it on to let the warmth slowly build.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, I've been aching to sink into your perfect, tight pussy all fucking day," Tony whispers in your ear, and it has goosebumps erupting over your neck. His hands are placed on your hips, where they dig into the flesh as he pulls you close to him, his erection digging into your lower back.

"Please," is all you manage to breathe out before Tony steps into the shower, pulling you with him before going down on his knees and hooking your leg over his shoulder, eyeing your pussy with a hunger that has you trembling in anticipation.

"Perfect," he groans before diving forward, and you have to steady yourself against the walls of the shower as he dips his tongue into your entrance before licking a stripe to your clit, making you moan loud as your head falls back.

The man is a master with his tongue, and he can coax orgasms out of you faster than you can even think about what's happening. As he suddenly sets a leisurely pace with his tongue on your clit, you allow yourself to melt into his touch, and the pleasure is building slowly but perfectly.

"Hmm, s'good," you murmur as you look down at him, his big, dark brown eyes looking up at you as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling softly before dipping two of his fingers inside your heat, making you moan loudly again.

"Fuck!" is all you can bring out as he sets a rapid pace with his fingers, the pads gliding over your sweet spot constantly and with the right amount of pleasure to build your orgasm quickly. Just as you feel the tension is about to snap, he adds one more finger, stretching you out for what's to come later.

"M close! Please, let me cum," you say to Tony, and he listens, giving you exactly what you want as his fingers set a brutal pace and his lips suck hard on your clit, the pleasure almost blinding as white spots start to appear around the edges of your vision. A string of broken moans follows a scream of his name as he carefully works you through it, ensuring you're not crashing when coming down.

"That's it, you're such a good girl for Daddy right now," Tony tells you between the kisses he places on your belly, through the valley of your breasts, and ending on your neck and jaw.

"Now, I want you to bend over and present your perfect pussy for me, because I'm going to fuck you so nice and hard you won't be able to think straight for the rest of the day," he tells you, and you let out a moan at the thought of Tony completely fucking you dumb.

"Yes, Daddy," you whisper before turning around and spreading your legs, giving Tony a perfect look at your sopping cunt, which he has opened up beautifully for himself to slide into. Grabbing the base of his cock, he lines up with your entrance before thrusting in with a smooth motion, making you scream right as he hits your G-spot.

"D-Daddy! That's it, fuck me hard," you tell him, and he doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers dig hard into the flesh of your hips, and he pulls you to him at a fast pace that has you moaning loudly, every thought in your head completely melting away as it's replaced by nothing but pleasure.

"S this what you wanted, huh? To be used like a human fleshlight? You do, huh, letting Daddy use this tight pussy whenever he wants for his pleasure? You're fucking perfect for me," he says through gritted teeth as you clench hard around him, and he lands a smack on your butt, shooting you forward with force as the pleasurable pain ripples through your body.

"M-more," you bring out, and he happily listens as he lands another one on the other side, too, making you clench on his cock once again. Then he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you back against his chest while his pace stays unaltered, still pounding into you from behind.

"Is this hard enough for you, huh? 'S my beautiful slut already going fuckdumb?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-Yes Daddy, just f-for you," you bring out between broken moans, and Tony's mouth curls into a mischievous smile as his fingers dip from your waist down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as the pleasure inside you builds fast, your eyes rolling back into your head.

"You close, Sunshine? Are you gonna cum for Daddy again?" he asks, and you nod, unable to even bring out any words anymore. He has truly fucked you dumb, just like he promised he would.

"C-cumming!" you managed to croak out right before the tension inside you snapped again; the pressure of Tony's fingers on your clit combined with the pounding against your G-spot have you seeing stars and trembling hard. If it weren't for Tony holding you up, you surely would have fallen over as he fucks you through both your orgasms.

You didn't notice Tony spilling his load inside you earlier as you were too wrapped up in your pleasure, and even though there's a slight disappointment rippling through you, it is quickly making a place for nothing but pure happiness as he pulls you close.

"You did so well for me, Sunshine; you're perfect for me," he whispers in your hair as his hands glide over your back, the contact you always crave after an intense session like this. Even though you both like soft, slow sex in the mornings, you tend to prefer the rough, kinky sex for the evenings as a way to destress, and Tony could feel this is exactly what you needed without you needing to say a word.

"M a good girl?" you ask with apparent tiredness.

"The best," Tony whispers as he carefully washes your hair. The smile that appears on your face has his insides heating up immensely.

"I love yoooouuuuu," you say, the last word being dragged out as you sway from side to side, the moment's pleasure still clear in your mind.

"I love you too, Sunshine, more than you'll ever know," he tells you as he washes the soapy bubbles out of your hair. After the conditioner has had plenty of time to soften it, he washes it out, making it very soft and exactly the way you like it.

"Alright, let's get you dried off and into bed because we have a big day tomorrow," he tells you, and you turn around, though it's not as graceful as you'd hoped, with your legs still feeling like jelly.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" you ask, and Tony's mouth curls at the corners at the sight before him.

"We're going to Bruce and Nat's party, remember? They're celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary in the Luxury Hotel," he tells you, and you nod in understanding.

"I forgot, 'm sorry," you tell him with a giggle, but he doesn't mind.

"S okay, Sunshine. You've got enough to think about, but tonight, you can just sleep and forget everything for a few hours. Tomorrow's a new day," he tells you, and you nod as you allow your husband to dry you off from head to toe. After that, he puts you in a pair of panties and one of his old shirts, which is about three sizes too big on you, before leading you to the bed.

You let yourself fall onto the bed with a groan, the plush mattress catching you as you let out a yawn. As you crawl under the covers, Tony pulls on a pair of boxer briefs before getting under the covers with you. He is more than happy to call it an early night with you.

"Sleep well, Sunshine; I love you," he says, pulling you against his chest.

"Sleep well, Daddy, love you too," you say sleepily, and not long after, you're falling into a dreamless sleep, which is much-needed after the long days you've been making at work lately. Now, all you have to do is sleep in your husband's arms and not worry about anything for a few hours.

You're getting ready for Bruce and Natasha's anniversary party after another day of work, but today was going a lot better after the way Tony fucked you last night. The tension you were holding onto has completely melted away, and you almost felt like you were walking on clouds the entire day.

After searching for the perfect dress, you have found a beautiful red dress with a plunging neckline that you can't wait to show Tony. You wanted to keep it a secret until now, and you're standing in front of the mirror after slipping it on, admiring how your tattoos are highlighted beautifully, and the slit on your right leg is exactly high enough to show the names of your husband and kids.

"Are you ready to-" Tony manages to say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready, but his jaw is practically on the floor as you look at him through the mirror. His gaze wanders down but gets stuck on the neckline of your dress, as your breasts are shown off beautifully without being distasteful.

"I can tell you like what you see," you say as you turn around, and Tony doesn't know where to look. From your hair to your make-up and from your breasts to your legs, he wants to look at everything at once.

"Wow," he whispers as he walks over to you, a large smile spreading across your red lips. He is clad in an all-white suit with a black bow tie and black shoes, making him look elegant.

"You're not looking too bad either, My Love," you tell him as you close the distance between them, grabbing his hands before pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss. You felt like a princess already, but his reaction officially made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

"I wanted to bring up an idea, by the way. That's why I walked in here, but I got blown away by your beauty," he tells you, and your cheeks are heating in response to his words.

"What do you think of a little... roleplay during the party? Nothing extreme or weird, but I was thinking of maybe acting like we don't know each other, then flirting as we get to know each other, and one thing leads to another," he tells you with a wink, and you agree after a few short moments.

"As long as it ends up with me being fucked into the mattress one way or another, I'm okay with that," you tell him, and now it's his turn to blush at your words. He has always loved your filthy mouth, and your words go directly to his cock as he can feel it twitching in his pants.

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Sunshine," he says in a deep, lust-filled voice that has you clenching your thighs as well. Even after all these years, you are like a pair of horny teenagers together, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

Once you arrive at Natasha's party, your best friend immediately whisks you away. You have been very busy with work, so this is the perfect opportunity to catch up, and you'll happily let her guide you to the nearest bar.

"You look amazing tonight; it's honestly a miracle you even made it out of the house looking like this," Natasha said with a huge smile, and you nodded in agreement.

"It wasn't easy. I had to drag myself out of there before he could make his moves, but I did it," you chuckle as you shake your head because you know it's true. You never would have left the house if it were up to him.

"Bruce was the same; if it wasn't for our party, we would have never left the bedroom. He got me a Hitachi wand for our anniversary, and I can tell you it is AH-MA-ZING! Most intense orgasms I've ever had," she tells you without a single ounce of shame, and you love her for it.

"Those are amazing! And if I may suggest something, it is nice to use on him, too," you say with a wink, and Nat gives you a mischievous look.

"I might try it out later tonight," she says before turning to the bartender and ordering your usual drinks, which haven't changed since you were roommates in college. While waiting for the drinks, your eyes glide through the room, only to land on your husband.

You know what's about to happen when a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as he shoots you a wink with a champagne glass in his hand. As Tony slowly approaches you, you lean into Natasha, telling her to go with whatever's happening here, and she doesn't even question it for a second.

"You look beautiful tonight; one might even say you're the Belle of the ball," he says in a smooth, deep, sexy voice that has you clenching your thighs already. Your facade is already crumbling at just a few words, but you keep yourself together long enough to get through your thoughts.

"Well, if you think so, you might want to get me and my friend a drink," you respond, and he quirks his brow before agreeing. Nat looks at you with a raised brow as if she's questioning, 'What are you two up to now?' but she knows better than to ask.

"Here you go, Sun-" he says before swallowing the last word. This doesn't come as naturally to him as he had hoped, but he's also having fun and hoping you are.

"So, where are you two beautiful ladies from? I am sure it must be heaven because this is the first time I'm seeing two Angels here on earth," he says, putting on a slight New York accent as well, which he knows damn well has you going crazy within no time.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing? I'm from California, but my friend, Natasha, is from Russia," you tell Tony, and he grabs Natasha's hand to place a kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Natasha," he says before moving on and grabbing yours. Bringing your hand to his lips as his eyes ghost over the tattoos he has seen countless times, worshipped more times than he can count, and fantasized about since the moment he first saw them.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you as well-" he says with a quirked brow, wanting to know your name.

"Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he says before letting your hand go again, and you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties. The way he is doing this has you so aroused it is taking everything in you not to crumble right here and now, but it's difficult. Very difficult.

"May I have this dance?" he asks as he extends his hand out to you. You nod before placing it in his, the warmth of his hand feeling familiar and secure. The slow song playing is the perfect moment to catch up for a moment.

"How're you enjoying it so far?" you whisper in Tony's ear.

"I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, Sunshine. However, from the looks of it, I'm not the only one enjoying the way you look tonight. I've seen many eyes staring in your direction already," he says, and you can't help but chuckle. So that is the reason he asked you to dance.

"Sometimes you're too possessive for your own good, but it's okay. At the end of the day, you're the one I'm getting into bed with, and not all of them," you tell him, and he nods in agreement.

"But I believe I promised to fuck you into the mattress tonight, so how about we call it an early night and get a head start on that?" Tony whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, and you hum in agreement.

"Let's go," you tell him before pulling him to the room's exit and the hotel's elevators. It's a good thing you decided to get a room here to sleep because this way, you can have the most filthy, uninterrupted sex you've had in a long time.

As soon as the hotel door closes shut, Tony pushes you against it, his mouth immediately crashing onto yours as he peels the dress off your body, letting the fabric fall to the floor to reveal your bare breasts. The silver barbells adorning them are driving Tony insane.

"So fucking hot, Sunshine," is all he says before leaning down and cupping one of them, his lips closing around the other as he starts to drink from it. They're nice and swollen since you haven't breastfed your son since the morning, but Tony requested that you don't pump this time since he wanted to drink your precious milk.

As soon as the liquid hits his tongue, he groans, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you rut your hips back and forth to get some relief.

"Bed, Tony," you say, and he stops for a moment, but only long enough to allow you to get comfortable on the bed. As soon as you're ready, he's back with his mouth around your nipple, sucking in his cheeks as the white liquid he desires so much coats his tongue again.

"S'good," you moan out as you feel Tony's hand playing with the barbell on your other nipple, the sensitivity only heightening with every passing moment. Eventually, his free hand moves to his pants as he palms his hard cock, needing to relieve himself of the pressure that's building inside him.

As he does this, he keeps making the same rocking movements, and without warning, he cums in his pants, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he keeps drinking your milk.

"Fuck! Did you just cum, Daddy? 'S so fucking hot when you cum when you drink my milk," you tell him, and he nods as he keeps working himself through his orgasm, his cock getting very sensitive from the stickiness of the fabric.

"Good boy," you whisper as you lace your fingers in his hair and pull hard as he keeps drinking, his hand still working over his cock as he's getting hard again despite the overstimulation.

"Taste so fucking good, Sunshine, makes me fucking cum like a teenager when I drink from you. But I'm sure you love that, don't you?" he asks, and you nod with a wide smile.

"How about I make you cum when I drink from you, huh? Would you like that?" "Yes, Daddy, please make me cum when you drink from me," you beg for him, and that's all he needs to hear before his hand moves to your clothed pussy, his fingers effortlessly finding your clit.

"That's it, ride Daddy's fingers if you want to cum," he orders before latching onto your other breasts, and the feeling alone has your body rutting up against his hand. The sensations you're feeling are positively addicting, and you keep chasing your high until you fall over the edge with a loud moan and trembling thighs.

When he's done, he tells you, "Good girl," making you blush at the praise. If there's one thing you always love, it's being praised.

"Now, get on your hands and knees, and spread these legs for me so I can see that beautiful pussy of yours," he tells you, and that's about all the warning he gives before ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere to the side, making you gasp as the cool air hits your wet folds.

You're quickly doing as he asks, and he lets out a deep groan at the sight of your pink pussy and puckered hole. When you shake your ass a little to tease him, he's officially done for, and he gets undressed before sitting on his knees behind you.

"God, you're perfect for me like this, Sunshine. 'M gonna fuck a baby into you tonight; I fucking know it! Fill this pussy with my cum until it's dripping out, just breeding this cunt until you're round with my baby," Tony tells you as he lines up with your dripping entrance, sliding in carefully.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So tight around my cock, you like that, don't you? When my fucking monster cock is stretching out your delicious, hot, pink pussy?" Tony asks, and you nod.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it when you stretch me," you tell him as he bottoms out, a gasp leaving your lips from the force behind it.

"M not goin' easy tonight, Sunshine, will fucking ruin this cunt, because it's made to take it. 'S made for me to ruin as I use you as my fleshlight, pumping every drop of cum into it until it's dripping out and you're knocked up."

The combined moans, as well as skin slapping against skin, quickly fill the room, and Tony doesn't wait to set a ferocious pace, his balls constantly slapping against your clit as he fucks you into the mattress just like he promised.

"That's it, taking my monster cock like that! You're such a good girl for Daddy," he pants out as his orgasm creeps closer to yours since you're still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, and his balls keep slapping against your clit at the same brutal pace.

"You gonna cum for me? Yeah? Fuck, 'm close too, Sunshine, want you to fucking milk me as you cum. Want to fucking feel you squeeze every last drop of my cum-" is all he gets out when you clench, and every last bit of resolve Tony thought he had completely crumbles as he shoots his cum deep inside your pussy again, and you're milking him through both your orgasms.

"Fuck! I can't wait to see you pregnant again, Sunshine. Always so beautiful when you're carrying my child," he says when collapsing on the bed. Your body has given out, too, as you're flopped down.

"I can't wait either, Daddy," you rasp out. After Tony has cleaned up the most important parts, he carries you to the bath for a relaxing massage to soothe your sore muscles.

About three months have passed when you find out you're indeed very pregnant, and you can't wait to tell Tony, your Munchkins, and the rest of the family. Even though you're secretly hoping to have another girl, you would still be equally happy if you added a little boy to your family, too.

"Tony? Can you come here for a moment?" you say with a wavering voice as you're seated on the edge of your bed. Tony has just put Paxton down for a nap while the twins are at school.

"What's up, Buttercup?" he asks as he walks into the bedroom, but he quickly runs over when he sees the tears on your cheeks, worry instantly flooding his body.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks as he pulls you into his lap. You show him the positive pregnancy test. As soon as Tony looks at it, he knows what's going on; he's seen enough of them in his adult life to know what a positive one looks like.

"I can't believe it; we'll have another baby. Maybe it will be a Little Princess, just like you've been dreaming of, or a Little Prince to complete the family," Tony says as he holds you close, and you both let your tears flow freely.

"What do you think about the name Easton? It's suitable for both genders, and I love how it turns the kids' initials into 'HOPE," you tell him with a watery smile. He nods before capturing your lips with his.

"It's perfect," he whispers as he takes in this moment. You're pregnant for the third time with his baby, and he feels like the luckiest man on earth. That night, you tell Hudson and Orion about adding another brother or sister, and they couldn't be happier.

"Do you already know what it is going to be?" Hudson asks you, but you shake your head.

"No, but we have decided that their name is going to be Easton," you tell them, and you let both of them sit with their hands on your belly for a while, even though they can't feel the baby kicking for a long time.

"I can't wait to meet little Easton. I hope they're just as cute as Paxton," Orion says, and Tony nods.

"So do I, Babygirl, so do I."

"Can we FaceTime all our grandparents and tell them the good news? Can we? CAN WE?!" Orion asks excitedly, and you nod. You're too tired to do it yourself now, and their excitement is the perfect way to tell them.

Not even fifteen minutes later, both Howard and Maria, as well as Virginia and Jackson, are visible on your laptop screen, and you wave to everyone while your head is leaning on Tony's shoulder. Before anyone can even say hello, Hudson is already blurting out the good news, making you smile.

"We're getting a brother or sister!" he says, and all the grandparents cheer and share tears.

"Their name will be Easton," Orion says, and everyone melts at the beautiful name.

"We will all come to visit you soon, Buttercup because we cannot wait to see our little grandbaby grow in your belly," Virginia says, and everyone agrees. With that, you've officially told your family you're pregnant, and you can't wait to share it with the rest of the world, too. But that won't be for another few months.

Now, you can live in your little bubble as little Easton grows inside you, ready to be brought into the world. Until then, they will be protected by you and everyone around you, too, and that's all you could ever wish for.

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HEAD EMPTY, ONLY SILLY DEMENTED DEER MAN.

The last two episodes really got me over here pondering and shit. Didn't think my 2019 Alastor phase would make a comeback, but here we fuckin' are. Seriously though, what is his deal? I love that you can't quite make sense of him, but also I NEED to make sense of him.

SPOILERS AHOY.

Clearly he's somewhat emotionally invested in all this, that little (cute as fuck) scene with nifty the night before the battle showed us a sentimental softness in him, but he's also definitely cozying up to Charlie to use her powers for something big.

Something like breaking a deal he'd made, and I've got money on Lilith. That bad bitch seaside moment was too iconic, she's pulling strings and catching rays, living her best life.

But I need DETAILS, man. I wanna know what the stipulations of the contract are, I wanna know why it was made, what was gained and what was lost, if this deal gave him the power he wields in the first place. What does Alastor need to do to fulfill his end of the deal? I want the nitty gritty of it, man.

Speaking of deals, Alastor and Charlie??? I know we're probably meant to sweep it under the rug, Alastor says not to worry about it, it's not for Charlie's soul, the whole scene was just brushed aside...but what about the desperation he fucking reeked of?? He was beyond eager to make that deal.

Alastor held onto that information for months, waited for the perfect moment, when Charlie was backed into a corner and desperate, and he used that groundbreaking leverage for a favor. That could be anything! Like breaking a deal only someone with her power could, or, since he clearly likes playing the long game, it could be something far less definitive, easier for Charlie to get behind. Something like helping him make his next move.

(Then the next, and the next, and the manipulation continues--ideally, I'm sure. Narrative folly and character development will almost definitely nip that evil scheme in the bud.)

You gotta love that classic Alastor guile when he tells her it's not for her soul. What it really is is a foot in the door for him, and a show of good faith for Charlie. It's a chess move, and if Alastor is as conniving and methodical as I hope he is, it's the equivalence of moving a pawn.

But then he backs up that dubious display of altruism by introducing Charlie to Rosie and the cannibals. Would Alastor really implicate a close friend and her community for something he wasn't truly invested in? That's a genuine question at this point. It's pretty much confirmed in the song that Alastor is choosing to help Charlie, that he sees the potential in her, but again, for his own benefit.

Which brings us to the radio tower, post fight. The vibes I picked up were immaculate. He's incredulous, desperate, shaken and very clearly trapped in circumstances that drive him absolutely insane.

Alastor's all about control. I think back on his spiel to Charlie about maintaining that control with a smile, but even now, when Alastor is cracking under the realization that he doesn't have that, he continues to smile.

I'm really under the impression that Alastor literally cannot stop smiling. (I'm not counting the single-frame-debacle.) It's either that, or he's forcing himself to smile, desperately vying for some semblance of control in a moment where he well and truly has none.

Then there's the line, "Great Alastor Altruist died for his friends". It feels sardonic. Bitter, like he regrets putting himself in that position, but was it really a choice to begin with? Because he let himself get too involved, too comfortable, and realized that that sentimentality he'd developed has become a weakness?

I think he really was forced to protect Charlie and the hotel (it would explain the seven year coincidence, and Alastor appearing at Charlie's doorstep so serendipitously). This is almost cemented by the following line, "I'm hungry for freedom like never before, the constraints of my deal, surely you have a back door."

He almost died (again), for the sake of Charlie and her hotel. That's a helluva fucking thing for a being who's toppled overlords and held power like he has. No amount of entertainment is worth his own life, there's just no way he willingly pits himself against Adam for anyone's sake.

Assuming that the source of his power is also the source of his subjugation, and considering how Alastor openly strives for control--yeah, he's having a bit of a moment™.  

I do hope that there's some genuine conflict in him in regards to his relationship with Charlie and the gang. That everything he's doing isn't inherently selfish anymore, but he veils that 'weakness' under his perpetual guise of deviant mirth. Bonus points if he's tormented by the good Charlie brings out in him. He deserves the angst, the fuzzy-fucker (/affectionate).

Couple of side notes here:

Thoughts on the way Alastor's mouth is sewn up when he strikes the deal with Charlie? Was he made to smile all the time, is it just a design choice? Personally, I'm hoping there's some angsty lore there, like maybe it's part of his contract as some twisted joke, idk.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Alastor vs Adam smackdown extravaganza. Yes, it was rad as fuck. Yes, of course Alastor was going to lose. But the way it was handled felt like a bit of a disservice, Alastor's reaction felt ooc. But then again that could just be me projecting my perspective of Alastor unto the character.

ALSO, having a character who is well known for not swearing dropping some casual, outta pocket f-bombs was a bit trite. it's supposed to feel like a reward, y'know?

ANWAYS. Yeah. Good shit. I'm losing my goddamn mind.

[v3nusxsky]

I have been craving more smutty Lesso fics. Do you think you could maybe write Lesso x reader where lesso has had to hide feelings for reader until the graduate. so when they finally graduate lesso cannot control herself anymore and so pulls reader away to her office where she admits everything to reader and then shows them that she means it buy absolutely worshiping their body and showering them whith so much praise.

{I love your writing so much and I am just looking forward to seeing more lesso smut :) Don't worry if you don't want to write this. }

Can’t wait anymore

*Authors note~ I love Leo and I’ve missed writing for her. I do love all of these women I write for and I find them all inspiring. With my shoulder playing up I’m not so sure how consistent my posts will be but truly I love all you guys so very much and I’m so lucky to have your support*

Trigger warnings~ dom lesso, sub r praise kink body worshipping oral sex unknown mutual pinning thigh riding

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Watching you grow over your years at the school for evil Leonora found herself watching you from afar. You were of legal age when the school found you, but you still had to do the schooling in the appropriate pattern, you remained the oldest of your year and it wasn't hard to spot you in a crowded room. Leonora liked that about you. You weren't afraid to stand out and of course that allowed her many opportunities to push and help you grow as a person.

You were lying if you said you didn't find Leonora Lesso absolutely beautiful. She was your kind of perfect. You know she sees herself as this unlovable woman who deserves nothing but pain. Oh how you wished to show her how truly wonderful she is. Buy the little rule of no staff and student relationship exists so you waited and admired from afar until your graduation came. In no way did you think that Leonora would actually allow you to indulge in your private fantasies. But oh how wrong you were. Leonora was battling her own feelings for you.

She did her part for the graduation seamlessly, it wasn't obvious about her pinning or the way her eyes roamed your body as you walked the huge stage. But as soon as the graduation was over, Leonora took your hand and led you quietly from the great hall. You didn't know where too or why she was doing this now but if you were honest, you didn't quite care anymore. After all you were sure you could turn a trip to the doom room in your favour now.

But what Leonora did next shocked you, you were led to her own private chambers, something that no never had ever seen before apart from you. You didn't have much time to question it because the red head silenced you with her lips by slamming them onto your own. The kiss conveying the years of pinning and feelings she had hid away. You were quick to respond and try to dominate the kiss but submitted at the feeling of her teeth sinking into your puffy bottom lip.

"Y/n, tell me you want this, tell me you feel the same. I'm crazy about you pretty girl and I want you more than I want Evil to beat good" Leonora purred at you causing you to gulp and nod, "I always want you Nora." You again slammed your lips to hers as you threw your arms around her neck, truly wanting to get impossibly closer to her. "Gonna worship you my princess" Leo mumbled against your lips and smiled as she backed you against a wall absolutely adorning the gasp you let loose at your back making contact with the wall. She took advantage of that and trailed her kisses all down your neck before finding your pulse point and sucking hard enough to create a mark.

Your brain already in a haze, Leonora easily manhandled you to the bed where you where pushed on your back as she settled in between your soft thighs. From there items of clothing were slowly torn from your body and every inch of new skin was kissed and caressed with the upmost gentleness. It was slow and passionate, you found yourself struggling to focus on her words of worship as you soaked in the feeling of her touch. It was everything and more, than you could've dreamed of.

Soon enough you lay bare and Leonora was back to worshipping your beautiful breasts like the goddess you are, she would nip suck and swirl her tongue over the pert rosey buds. "Nora! I need you please I need you so bad!" You whined feeling so overwhelmed and desperate that you may actually combust if she doesn't fuck you soon. "Shhh you're so beautiful darling, I just want you to feel special love, I've waited so long for this" she murmured before kissing you again.

All of a sudden, you felt her bare skin minus her keeping her crisp white shirt and undergarments on. Her kisses trailed down to your thighs and they were decorated with her marks, the pinkish purple bruises contrasted with your beautiful skin, truly Leonora had never had such a pretty little thing in her bed but you were worth all of the waiting and more. And the moment you felt her tongue at your soaked foods you could've cried. "Nora" you mewled causing the red head to groan into your cunt at the sound and taste that was so uniquely you.

If there was one thing you were sure of was that the dean of evil was utterly amazing in bed, the way she was using her tongue was unlike nothing you'd ever heard of, god the way she made you feel and that talented tongue would haunt your dreams forever. Just the mere thoughts of an encore. Safe to say Leonora is truly magical and you are lucky to have experienced her like this. And the way you came harder than you ever had before, practically drenching her face as she shoved her tongue into your tight little hole in an attempt to get as much of your sweet reward as she could. Your walls spasming around her tongue as she tongue fucked you through your orgasm. "You look so beautiful when you come for me sweet girl."

She helped soothe you down from your orgasm with nothing but gentle words and touches, ignoring her own need in favour of loving on you. It was only when you were tugging her up to meet your lips that her soaked pantie clad cunt made contact with your toned thigh. "Oh fuck sweet girl, Jesus Christ" your whimpered before kissing you senseless. Only then you were overcome with the need to make her cum that you brought your hands to her hips to encourage her to rut against your thigh until she could no longer stay strong, seeing you underneath her was all she needed to cum undone, with your name on her lips. "Oh Nora you're gorgeous" you mumbled and trailed your hands from her waist under her white shirt to play with her chest. "Best graduation ever" you whispered lustily and pressed your knee into her centre again. You'd be here in her bed all day and night as long as it never ends.

Word count~ 1209

[fernandopiastri28]

quand c’est - part 6 ~ ln4 x op81

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Yet now at 24, he feels a shell of that aspiring kid. The one who truly believed he would be a world champion. That dream, the realness of it seems to have fizzled. Not just because of the diagnosis, but because he knows Oscar, he sees Oscar’s raw talent in his second year of racing. He saw it in Oscar’s rookie year too- and he knows he’ll never have that.

Warnings: sickness, illness, cancer

Lando wakes up, and he’s still sick. It’s expected- no one recovers from brain cancer in a matter of hours, but a part of him continues to believe this is some awful nightmare or a really sick joke.

It must’ve been a fair few hours since he’d gotten the news, because it’s already getting dark outside again.

Lando’s blurry vision slowly clears up the more he blinks. He tries his best to sit up, his arms not complying with him- heavy with the weight of being pierced with IVs and drips.

He leans over as best as he could, a slow calculated move. He checks his phone, calls and messages as far as he could see from his family and the other drivers.

Carlos: Landito

Carlos: Landito are you okay?

Carlos: Is Oscar taking care of you?

Carlos: Mierda

Carlos: You are in my thoughts and prayers. It was a bad crash.

Thanks for the reminder Carlos, Lando fucking knew it was an awful crash. An awful crash during an awful race from an awful driver. Just awful.

Daniel: Lando mate r u aluroght?

Daniel: *alright

Daniel: thinkin of u rn mate

Daniel: i hope you’re feeling better

Lando wonders how many people knew he was in the hospital. He wonders if Oscar had been calling anyone else beyond Logan to talk about how Lando was an insane man who had no care for his own health.

Max V: Hello Lando. I hope you are feeling well and are doing okay. Cannot wait to see you in cota you absolute weapon. You’ll be bonzer.

Max V: Daniel taught me that word. I think it is bonzer or bonza. Not sure

Lando smiles at Max’s messages, his body hurting too much to be able to laugh. Clearly the dutch man has been spending far too much with Daniel as his dialect was becoming more like the Australian’s each day.

Max V: Daniel is very worried for you, I am too.

He presses onto his chat with his mum, clicking to call her. He has 12 missed calls from her, no doubt about whether she knew about not only the hospital, but also the diagnosis. Oscar would’ve been on top of that.

It feels nice to hear his mum’s voice on the other end of the call, even if her voice was scratchy and hard to understand from crying. He asks about his sisters and brother, trying to skirt around the elephant in the room.

When the phone call eventually ends, he swipes his hand over Oscar’s mess of hair. It’s no longer that perfect swoop, more like how he remembered it being in Singapore a year ago, stuck to his forehead and falling down with the humidity.

It’s strange to think of anything about Singapore last year now. Strange to think about his first time being on the podium with his best friend. Strange to think about the ice baths with Oscar, playing padel with George, the feeling of being so disgustingly sweaty at the end of the race- but pure adrenaline and joy overpowering that discomfort.

Now he was left rotting away in a hospital bed, unable to do those same simple and ‘mundane’ tasks.

He misses George, for some reason, a lot.

And Alex, he misses the 2019 rookies group. He misses the beginning of his F1 career- where he didn’t have a care in the world and truly believed he was ‘exceptional’ for being at the top category of motor sports at 18.

Yet now at 24, he feels a shell of that aspiring kid. The one who truly believed he would be a world champion. That dream, the realness of it seems to have fizzled. Not just because of the diagnosis, but because he knows Oscar, he sees Oscar’s raw talent in his second year of racing. He saw it in Oscar’s rookie year too- and he knows he’ll never have that.

If there’s going to be a world champion of either of them, It’ll be Oscar, and it kills Lando that he has to be happy for Oscar knowing that.

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A nurse comes in every hour on the dot to either give him another round of either medicine or to note down how his body is reacting to the painkillers. To be fair, he does feel relatively good. His head doesn’t hurt, and he doesn’t really feel anything at all.

Oscar wakes up after a while and just sits with him, making some dry jokes in an attempt to make Lando laugh. He doesn’t laugh as much as he usually would, but that’s because he sometimes only catches every second word. He’s sure Oscar’s being pretty funny though, so sometimes he laughs for the sake of ensuring Oscar keeps talking.

Lando has energy for one thing, and one thing only- kissing. Oscar’s wary about that, cautious like a few little pecks are going to absolutely destroy Lando.

To Lando, he has already braced himself for the fact that he’s going to change with the effects of surgery and chemo- mentally and physically. Maybe future Lando won’t want to kiss Oscar as much.

And maybe he’ll get so ugly that Oscar won’t want to kiss Lando either.

But Oscar caves, as he usually does, and it’s so sweet, so perfect. They kiss, and Oscar laughs into Lando’s mouth when he makes a stupid one liner, not funny to anyone other than Oscar, who is the easiest person in the world to make laugh.

Well, when it comes to Lando. Otherwise, Lando takes the cake for that title.

It feels like being a teenager again, or what Lando imagines teenage romance would’ve felt like. He was too busy with F4, F3, F2 and then obviously all the prep for F1 to ever have enough time to consider having a relationship. But being with Oscar, kissing in a hospital room and quickly separating when a doctor or a nurse walks in is just like how it’s described in movies.

Before Oscar, he only dated Luisinha, which besides the off season and some weekends that weren’t race weekends, he’s never really had time with his partner to be like this.

He has as much of Oscar as he wants right now, has all the time in the world to kiss and cuddle and laugh and talk without having a hundred cameras in their faces.

Lando wants to stay like this forever. Forever adoring, forever adored.

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After a few days, the doctors rule him ‘well enough’ to be discharged, which isn’t even something Lando thought would happen. Clearly he’s got a lot about brain cancer to research, because he truly believed he’d be permanently hospital bound.

In reality, he’s only leaving to go back to Monaco and have the surgery there. If he had the surgery in Singapore, he’d be stuck there for months. As much as he likes Singapore- it’s not home, and it’s so humid.

The doctors that have been treating him in Singapore have been in contact with a set of surgeons at a private hospital in Monaco- discussing each precise detail to the tumour and the ideal route of how to remove it. Lando doesn’t listen when the doctors describe it to him, he goes to his happy place instead.

Miami, Florida- the 5th of May 2024

Oscar does listen on the other hand. He’s attentive, noting down each piece of information onto a little pocket book Logan had given the aussie for his birthday back in April. Where Lando zones out and goes spacey, Oscar remembers everything so he can explain it to Lando if he wants to know.

However, Lando does sometimes listen when they speak about the time after the surgery. It isn’t clear when he’s going to be able to race again as it all depends on how much of the tumour they’re able to remove and how his body will react to the chemotherapy.

COTA is completely out of the picture in terms of what he might be able to race in, and to be fair, the rest of the season is a wary grey area. Anything beyond Australia at the beginning of next year just seems too soon, as recovery from brain tumour surgery is 6-12 weeks, and that’s for normal activities- much less racing F1 cars.

For once, he decides to take that advice. Not listening to someone who was genuinely looking out for his health got him into this situation, badly bruised up from a crash on top of the existing tumour and cancer.

Oscar helps draft out an email from Lando to the McLaren team, explaining a situation they are already completely caught up on. Lando watches Oscar’s fingers tap across his laptop keyboard, using all the fancy jargon that Lando wouldn’t even know exists.

If he’s lucky and the tumour can be successfully removed, the doctors tell him he’ll return to his old self. He won’t have the headaches, the brain fog, the poor vision, the nausea. He’ll just be Lando Norris again- maybe slightly different, but better than now.

They don’t like to discuss what will happen if he’s unlucky though.

The bad thing about the tumour is that even though they are able to shrink it through chemotherapy if the surgery is unsuccessful, they’re not sure of the exact spread of it through his brain just yet. The MRI scan didn’t show the complete extent of the tumour, so they won’t know just how bad the situation is until they actually get in there for the surgery.

That’s the exact reason they’re pushing for it to happen as soon as possible- within the week ideally. Because the longer they wait, the more it spreads.

Lando’s had so many doctors and nurses tell him he was lucky that he crashed and ended up in hospital, as it was likely that the tumour would have remained undetected for a solid few more weeks, which could’ve killed him if he left it any longer than he did.

But Lando can’t help but think if he really was lucky, he wouldn’t be in this situation. He wouldn’t have a growing brain tumour, he wouldn't be in hospital, he wouldn’t be going in for surgery.

He’d be racing, he’d be on podiums- he’d be fine.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hello my fellow HADES enjoyer !!

*stole your asks now you have to answer 🔫*

1. Favorite God

2. Favorite character in general

3. Favorite Boon

4. Favorite weapon

5. Favorite song!!!

I will gladly answer all these questions because I cannot shut up about this game lmao

1. My favorite God is probably Hermes. I know he's a little different from the other Gods with his Boons and in the story line but I enjoy seeing him!

He's very fun and I love his design. Artemis is a very close second, though. I really love her teen vibes lol

2. It's so hard to just choose one ARGH

But it's Nyx. I love everything about her so much. She's also one of my favorite goddesses in Greek mythology and I think they did an excellent job with her.

Purple is my favorite color, and I love the night! She's my absolute favorite <3

Dusa is tied with her, though. Dusa is just the best. She works too hard and doesn't get enough recognition for it!!

I also really love her relationship with Meg :)

3. I absolutely LOVE Dionysus' boons. (Again, they're purple lmao)

But the fact that you get your enemies drunk is so hilarious to me 💀

Trippy shot is probably my favorite but I also love the drunken flourish. Especially when using Aegis!! (The shield)

4. This is a hard one....

The shield got me through game okay lol

It's just a perfect weapon in my opinion. You have a ranged attack, a melee attack AND you can block attacks!!

My favorite aspect to use is Chaos but Beowulf can be really fun if you get a good boon for your shot!!

If you're having trouble with the game, USE THE SHIELD!! mainly for it's ability to block. If you get divine dash on top of that, you're basically invincible lmao

But what I use the most are the twin fists. You can get in so much damage in such little time, it's an absolute blast!!

My favorite aspect is Demeter, the magnet upper cut is just SO GOOD!!! but I do use the aspect of Gilgamesh from time to time!!

5. Definitely "In the blood" I legitimately cried the first time I heard it.

It's absolutely phenomenal.

But, as every other Hades player, I do stop and listen to Eurydice sing "Good Riddance"

If I'm feeling a little softer, I love to put on "On the Coast"!!

It was truly a magical moment hearing that for the first time.

I'm waiting for your answers!!

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I wish if the ml writers really want the whole princess and knight thing they'd do it like Ariel from little mermaid especially since they both similar enough. 1) they're isolated 2) curious about the outside world 3) parents don't want them out. The whole meeting their love interest should just be a bonus, not become the whole personality like the writers did for Adrien in s4 and 5. :(

I have mixed feelings about the knight and princess thing. I'm big on messing with gender roles, so I like it in theory. I actually saw the art before I saw the episode that it's in and loved it because I thought that it was fan art. Then I realized that it was official art and I liked it a lot less because it didn't fit the story. Adrien wasn't a helpless princess. He was a knight, too.

Little did I know that the princess and knight art was apparently foreshadowing just how badly the writers were going to botch the ending.

Damsels in distress of any gender aren't a bad thing in and of themselves. It's perfectly normal to see a character get trapped and need outside help or to have a character start in a position where they have no power. The reason why Damsels in distress are so looked down on is a mix of the gender stereotyping involved and the way that they're traditionally written as having no agency. Adrien is, sadly, a perfect example of the second issue. He's the pretty arm candy who couldn't possibly help himself. He just needs to wait around and, one day, a big strong knight will save him!

This would make some sense if Adrien didn't have a miraculous, but he literally wields one of the two most powerful miraculous in existence. He has the ability to escape his prison when he's trapped in London. He just doesn't because he's a poor helpless maiden who needs someone else to save him, making us all wonder why the writers gave him a miraculous in the first place.

Let's compare Adrien to Disney's Cinderella (the 60's version, not the 2010's update which was somehow less progressive than the original). The original Cinderella does what she's told because she has no way out. She's a victim of prolonged child abuse with no wealth or personal belongings, very similar to Adrien at the start of Miraculous. But when Cinderella is given a way to magically get out? She immediately takes it, just like Adrien does. And when she's locked away with no way to escape? She still tries to get out! She bangs on the door! She calls for help! And when help comes? She grabs it, leading herself to freedom.

That's how you write a good Damsel in distress. You give them as little power as possible while also making them an active part of the story. They're someone who wants to change their reality, who might even try to change their reality, but who truly can't due to circumstances beyond their control. It's a very relatable situation for many people and why Cinderella is my favorite fairy tale.

For Adrien to fit this role, season five needed to take away his power and they honestly could have done that. When he learned that he was being shipped off to London, he could (and arguably should) have told Ladybug that he was being forced to leave Paris. This could have led to him giving up the ring for the safety of the city. A selfless, noble act that no one could fault him for. After all, it's not like Ladybug has other heroes that she could call on! If Chat Noir isn't around, then she could easily be screwed.

Then, when the final comes and Ladybug has to fight alone, it's not because Adrien is too weak and frail to fight off the nightmare dust that literally every other teenage character in the show manges to fight off. Instead, dust or no dust, he literally cannot escape his prison. He has to rely on Ladybug because he has no other choice. We could even see him trying to fight his way out, thinking of her all the while.

Instead, we get Adrien once again failing to use his love to win the day. Between Chat Blanc, Ephemeral, and this mess, I'm not sure what the show is trying to tell us, but it's nothing good. It amazes me that some people think things are going to get better for our poor kitty.

I mean, they might! This show has never been anything close to consistent about anything, so he could surprise us all next season. But it would still be a massive, unexpected shift and you're better off expecting more of the same.

[mecachrome]

Hi k, just wanted to pop in and say thank you for being such a ray of sunshine in the landoscar fandom. I always smile when I see a new gifset or doodle by you! Love to know if you have anything cooking in terms of fic for them? Or even recs tbh, what have you been reading? Hope you have a great day <3

anon you are too kind tysm !!! 🥺🧡

i'm a horribly slow/bad writer so unfortunately (or fortunately) i've only written that one fic... although i have been painstakingly working on 2 wips but neither of them are actually landoscar LOL T__T or actually they are but it's subtextual and ambiguous and complicated etc. etc.... anyway i'd love to share some recs :') !!! placing them below the cut:

fun fact my favorite narrative styles/tropes are outsider pov + mixed media/unconventional formats, which i feel will be made startlingly obvious with the following recommendations 😭

push to talk by anon: still ongoing but lichr my dream premise oat!!!!!!! i've been wanting to read raceengineer!oscar since i started shipping 814 like a year ago and this is THE perfect execution of their dynamic and the epistolary format in general. sooo funny and sharp and well-characterized.

so what are you waiting for? (it's your serve) by serve_cunt: tennis au, incredibly well-paced and plotted and i love how their dynamic developed in this one so much :'))) i also adore reading other-sport aus especially when the author translates it in such an engaging and dynamic and believable way, which user serve_cunt manages so effortlessly ! i love to feel the love for other sports... how can you not be romantic about sports et cetera

how to train your pendragon & wilde by debrief: just read the former last night, user debrief is seriously an expert of world building i don't even KNOW how they come up with half their plots and character details :') (completely in awe) i also adore wilde because i'm a huge sucker for wag aus & famous/non-famous secret relationships etc... secret relationship is actually my fav trope of all time. Anyway. they're just such a fantastic writer i can't recommend their archive enough !!!

prospects all in the whip by higgsbosonblues: again if it isn't outsider pov then what are we here for... kidding but i loveeee ambiguous narration and nortrell's friendship serving as the backbone of the plot / seeing the progression of 814's relationship through maxf's perspective, user peachbelleni also has an amazing fic with a similar premise but it's from last year so you might already know it??? anyway so fun and dynamic and just such a delightful read :')

roll two ones on the dice by anderstorpgrandprix: i'm sorry for being obsessed with tuva's entire Discography i cannot change TT___TT she is truly a master of striking comedic balance in her work and i am always left experiencing the full spectrum of human emotion after reading anything she writes !!!

turn of the tide by miamimaiden: arranged marriage/royalty au with such charming characterization ;__; i love the pacing of this fic and the usage of snapshot scenes ! also just perfect banter across the board

tried to keep it to fics from the past 2 months... perhaps you're already familiar with all of these but i am giving them another endorsement anyway :')

[myloveforhergoeson]

ash's august 2024 reading round up

find all the books and fics i read (or didn't read...) this month under the cut with a link to the synopsis and my reviews/ratings attached :)

this is just for fun! i'm not a professional, i just like to read <3

booklist:

The Au Pair Affair by Tessa Bailey (18+!)

• review: ugh. this book was so bad lmao. which does pain me to say because i historically have really enjoyed bailey's writing. and i was super excited for this one because i love hockey romance too! but something about it just felt... off to me. perhaps it was the mmc, burgess' protectiveness of this woman he met one time months ago or how much he thought about how they weren't right for each other or maybe i just didn't like him as a character in general. i also didn't like the fmc, tallulah all that much either; i just found her kind of... allowing herself to be a product of her own situations throughout the entire book. i am sympathetic to her previous bad experience with her ex boyfriend and how he treated her, but i also believe there are better ways to draw attention to the fact that "burgess is a strong, violent hockey player and she was abused by her ex, how could they ever be right for each other?!?!" like... does every woman in a hockey romance have to experience this in order to make this dichotomy known? i just would have liked some more originality on that front i don't know. i also think there was a huge missed opportunity for lissa, burgess' daughter, to have helped bridge the gap between the two adults. as tallulah becomes her part-time caregiver while burgess is away, the two of them really hit it off - i think they had the best dynamic in the entire book and i wish there was more about them and how seeing his daughter and the woman he liked getting along inspired burgess or something. but overall. just a pretty flat story to me. i didn't feel the chemistry, i didn't like how burgess treated tallulah like he owned her, and i didn't like that sooo many times each of them thought they weren't right for each other. why? because it was fucking true! there's a reason you're both feeling this! the best part of this book was the ending chapters where they attend the wedding of the mc's of the first book in this series. i was very excited to see josephine again, i loved her so much. the barnes + noble exclusive bonus chapter was literally the best thing in the book but doesn't make the book itself better in anyway as not everyone got to read it lmao

• rating: 2/5 hockey skates

fic list:

1. Assorted works of @selangkir <333

• Continuation of their Jo/Lucy fic!

MY GIVE A FUCKS ARE ON VACATION

i truly cannot get enough of jo and lucy and your beautiful mind... the dynamic these two have going is already making me giddy and i'm so obsessed with your take on this alternate universe where the boys leave instead of jo! the background you're spinning for lucy has also got my attention in such a grip, the scene at jett's party when she's thinking about her brother and how they used to have these kickbacks with all of his friends. the way we don't learn much about her family in btrtv left so much room for expansion, and i just love the direction you're taking it! AND of course the perfect continuation of our GTR au... god, the kendall and katie scene was so funny to me i love how Sibling they really are. the expansion work on kendall is just fascinating too and running a donation campaign on top of that?? augh! tysm for sharing your work w us <3 (and the private post you sent me with your wips... oh augh i cannot wait for what's in store in the future!!)

2. Assorted works of @ceruleanmusings :))) <3

• Big Time Audition - The Masons

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Blood Diamond; Year Three

as always, i ADORED your work this month... lord... i thought about big time audition - the masons for like an entire week. the way each girl is introduced and the way it fits them so perfectly had me feeling like i was there in the house with them, tracking through room to room to see what each of them were doing and how you chose to share them with the world. not only that, but micky watching james' audition literally made me fall out of my chair AHH! i just love them so so so much; the 10-12 blurbs were so wonderful. blood diamond year three was also an incredible work - i loved the direction of choosing to have it be purely conversational but it was still packed with so much raw emotion. the last line also felt like a sucker punch to the face i don't think i'll ever forget it.

3. Assorted works of @partiallypearl / @praetoravila !! <3

hold tight

but we're evergreen

her sense of style, it really rocks

jelisa kiss blurb

cause you got me, and baby, i got you

i tried not to face the truth

be my bad boy (be my man)

oh, i leave quite the impression

our human loneliness

show me your colors

ok.... the way i have been so olivepilled this month is just insane. i'm obsessed with her, i love her, she is my special perfect girl. thank you so much for feeding us with all this good olive content this month - i might die without it. everything about her story, from the introduction with her and her sister (wren... loml) and the first time she meets logan, to their ongoing friendship --> relationship dynamic has me SCREAMING. i love the story you are weaving and i'm so thankful to be able to see it unfolding in real time. she DOES leave quite the impression! the two of them make me illlll. ty for letting me send you a million lolive songs and tiktoks this month and thank you for letting me steal her for the wag au!! it will happen again (affectionately). and your lucy blurb was so captivating as well; your take on her life events leading to her arrival at the palm woods was fascinating. i love her so much! your writing only solidifies this hehe

4. Assorted works of @icegirl2772 <33 !!

• Take A Shot In The Dark Chapter 15!

We Do (But Friends Don't)

girl... you should have seen my jaw DROP at the end of this chapter... oh you got me sooooo so sosoo so good. i was throwing parties in my head... screaming... and then i was crying 😭 A DREAM??? so impactful to my health and wellbeing i stg. i cannot wait for the james and neil show down i am so ready for it... and the new addition of we do (but friends don't) was lovely. god i can't get enough of james and kaelyn!! <333

5. Assorted works of @inkameswetrust :)) !!! <3

The Windowsill

The Windowsill (pt. 2)

The Windowsill (pt. 3)

hiii bestie welcome to the reading round up... your kames fic had me screaming and crying and throwing up (affectionately) even if i accidentally started on the second chapter and not the first hehe. the dynamic between james and kendall is so sweet - james being sooo thoughtful and surprising?? hello?? i a puddle on the floor - and the dynamic you created between kendall and his family in the second edition was so cute. the knights are so special to me and i love that you chose to highlight them (even during kendall's james freak out) :)) the third edition was so cute as well! logan and carlos cutting off their conversation... teasing kendall about what happened... omg. the two of them make me so giddy and this fic is making me collect my own butterflies in my stomach hehe and the classic kendall fumble at the end had me rolling... tysm for sharing! i love your work!!!

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Vi vi vi I need to know immediately you saw a girl so pretty you FAINTED????

Re: the authors note on beloved- You canNOT say that you saw a girl so pretty you fainted and not tell us the story. Come on! Please 🥺(from @neil-kumiko)

be the violet

you are a young college drop out of twenty carrying around a mound of student debt and and an undiagnosed heart condition.

(This condition is called POTS, aka Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome aka Stand Up Fall Down Disease

What this means is that your body is unequipped to handle any disruption to its homeostasis without having a very petulant fit, dropping your blood pressure into the abyss, and removing all the blood from your brain. this is, as i'm sure you've guessed, not good. I'm sure you can see where this is going.)

so off you fuck to find someone willing to hire your squirrelly barely-medicated ass, and you wind up working in a Store, which we will call, for the sake of anonymity, Gollar Deneral. Gollar Deneral does not require any references nor physical aptitude confirmation, which sucks for them because they just hired the modern equivalent of a tight-laced victorian maiden with consumption

you are a cashier in this store (tho at Gollar Deneral, as I'm sure you are aware, that means you are an "everything" at this store). you are also autistic, and hate every brain-melting hell-screaming minute of this exercise in human restraint. to conserve even one or two of the veritable cutlery drawer of spoons it takes to do this job, you do not make eye contact unless strictly necessary

this will be your undoing

things that count as "disruption of homeostasis" to your shoddy meatsuit are what other bodies would describe as 'piddly little bitch tasks.' moving too quickly from one position to another, falling asleep too quickly, any amount of sweating or heat. this includes rapid increases in your heart BPM

you greet the customer but do not look at her. you finish scanning her items, briefly glance up for your customary microsecond of eye contact, and-

the room

starts

spinning

This, as you know, being me, is the alarm that POTS helpfully sets off seconds before disaster. "Sit down immediately!" says POTS, in the language of blacking out and your tongue going numb

Flutter flutter, says your heart, which in this body is a category five hurricane of an emergency

you see, this woman who has stopped at the register, is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. her hair is obsidian black and shot through with dark browns and silvers, making it look like a three dimension river of soil, an Oread in the flesh. Her skin is the warm gold-brown of patina-ed oak wood, and she's wearing a matching leggings + coat + hat combo in dark purple wool, looking like she stepping out of a fairytale.

And you, since you are me, are very, very gay.

she furrows her brows at your sudden slack jawed silence, because the thing about not having blood in your brain is that your brain does not work when there's no blood in it

"Are you okay?" she says, setting her bare hand on your arm.

Congrats!

You are now unconscious.

When you are done doing your very impressive washed-up-jellyfish impression on the floor behind the counter and come to, your boss is already standing over you, having called an ambulance for your gay ass before you rejoined the landing of the living.

And the Night Angel, the Mountain Siren, she slumps in relief ("a kind heart! truly the most perfect woman to ever live!" says the part of your brain that has become a blithering moron in the face of pretty girl) and smiles (soft!! benevolent!! moonstruck in her light you are!)

"I'm so glad you're okay."

She does not wait for you to respond before leaving, which is good, because you almost fainted again there, just a little, and now you're revisiting the problem with brains and lack of blood again, you know how it is.

The EMTs arrive, and you spend the next twenty minutes trying to avoid admitting that the reason you had the organic version of a blue screen of death because you were, literally, too gay to function

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review I

So in order to try and be consistent with this, I’ve kept a running Notes page open to keep track of my week.

As I mentioned last week, I don’t expect this every week, I am me. But I am going to keep trying to make an effort to support my fellow creators.

If there’s something you’ve enjoyed this week, please feel to reblog this and tag me so I can check it out and share 💙

Also, not that I feel it needs to be said, but this is a reflection of what I have personally read and enjoyed.

B x

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

New York Part I (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Conversations with a Movie Star | Chapter 1 by @gnpwdrnwhiskey Even if you’re not a fan of Dieter Bravo, the dialogue in this alone is worth checking out this opening chapter for this new fic. Ava is an OFC down on her luck after being fired, from her families paper no less, and has stumbled across the Bravo Inn… I’ll let Lellen’s writing do the rest

Stripper Jack Trilogy | P. III by @psychedelic-ink The conclusion of maybe the definitive trilogy of trilogies? I don’t think anyone had Stripper Jack on their 2023 bingo cards, but he’s earned his space and I won’t have any arguments on it. 

Hungry Hearts | Chapter by @atinylittlepain Not many Joel AU’s I’ll jump into, but Bruce Springsteen and Joel Miller? Signed myself the fuck up for that as soon as it was announced. The unfolding of Joel and Cherry's relationship in the summer of '86 against them running back into one another 17 years later is such a great dynamic. 

Fall Apart Again | Chapter 1 + 2 by @wildemaven Heidi spoiled us this week, with not one, but TWO chapters of her new Joel fanfic. I don’t think I’ve gotten so emotional over an opening chapter to a fic before like I did with this one! Then the second chapter? Just bury me now… but actually don’t, I want to see the end of this fic first!

The Layover | Chapter 9 by @goodwithcheese How did Megan describe her fanfics? Hallmark movies with smut? She's not wrong. This whole series so far has been a rollercoaster of emotions and keeps delivering each week without fail. Not only are you rooting for Reader + Frankie, but Jules and Santiago anyone? Or maybe just Jules herself because she's just the boss.

Late Night Texts | Chapter 9 by @mvtthewmurdvck I think it's safe to say it's fanfics like Late Night Texts that have got me back in my rom-com/hopeless romantic era. I don't want to give too much away if you've not had the pleasure of reading this - but it has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com set on the backdrop of the early 2000s and with Javier Peña. If you're like me and still trying to make your way through Narcos or haven't watched it yet - please don't let it stop you, you won't be sorry!

A Little FaceTime by @stardustandskycrystals I’m still thinking about this fic days later and may have gone back to read it again. Trust me, just read this - you don’t need an explanation or reason, just read it. Even if Javi isn’t your jam (wasn’t on my list before, that’s all changed now) - it won’t disappoint!

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

Decoherence by @prolix-yuy Westworld and Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels crossover, yes, please! It is also reminding me that I never finished season one and should do something about it…

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom This is a constant on my dash and on my TBR pile for a while with so many good comments - also getting into my Frankie era, so it’s perfect timing!

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Been waiting to savour this one! So you’ve got the Last of Us and you’ve got Triple Frontier, two of my favourite things… what happens when you mush them together? You get a wild ride through the outbreak with Frankie & Reader - I cannot wait to get into this!

Visiting by @ladamedusoif This is another regular on my dash and on my TBR that I’m hoping to get stuck into this week. A college AU of Mr. Ben from the SNL sketch. Fully fleshed out and on the backdrop of New England, I’m ready to get swept away with this promise of a slow burn.

The House by @gemmahale A Jack Daniels x OFC (Best Friend) series coming soon focusing on a long-lost friendship, an inheritance, and Jack sounding like the scallion he is? Cannot wait.

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@rhoorl’s announcement of their Triple Frontier AU, Delta Landscaping with mood board and logo! The residents of Tumblr won’t know what’s hit the neighbourhood when they roll into town! 

Thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey I will never look at baby hippos without thinking of Dieter Bravo

Everyone’s participation in the WIP poll tag game, it was so fun to see my dash just filled with so many creative people and so many amazing ideas! It was a neat peek into everyone’s draft folders!

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - FINALLY got to see it this week, and it did not disappoint. Have not stopped thinking about it since!

My rom-com era has returned, and I’m deep into embracing my forgotten love of a good rom-com. So far this week it’s been The Lake House, You’ve Got Mail & Always Be My Baby. Also it gave way to a Keanu Reeves appreciation post, come share your favourite Keanu!

This Week’s Song… Went waaaayyyy back for this one, an amazing album too - the Sterephonics are one of my favourite bands of all time 🩶

Hope everyone has a great Sunday & here's to a new week!

Please feel free to share your own favourites from the week or what you're looking forward to this week - not a tag game, so no pressure for you to share if you're not feeling it ❤️ xx

[didyoulookforme]

So for postman!Matty I think there is something to explore regarding the time they spend apart (working as a postman and/or tour) and how those reunions go, the type of tension that builds up and needs to be released etc.

yesssssss there’s absolutely a lot of tension and frustration that builds while he’s away :(

in this au, the 1975 is a way smaller band so the boys just tour in a van from city to city, playing to crowds of about 100-300 people at a time. this means that she cannot just join them for tour, unfortunately, as there’s usually limited space. but there are times when she’ll tag for a few cities and help them sell their merch because she is a music nerd and actually loves the material they make. she won’t admit it out loud to him, but she does listen to his stuff in her own time. always a sucker for a musician boyfriend. especially a hot, sexy, slutty one who worships her.

anyway, because she cannot go along with them, there’s definitely lots of sexual frustration pent up, especially for poor matty who cannot get off as much as he’d like to due to not being alone much lol. they will definitely have phone sex if there’s enough time and she also sends him photos as she’s actually a pretty skilled photographer (she comes from a design / art background). she will take rather beautiful images of her naked, or touching and pleasing herself, which just send matty off a cliff every single time because she’s the most perfect girl in his eyes. he definitely has them stored in his phone so he can look at her and not feel too distant. plus have some wank material. there’s also been times when she takes photos of him and them together, so those are the ones she looks at while he’s away. this is no secret as there’s definitely occasions when george or ross go to use matty’s phone and accidentally see the photos because dear mr. postman is not the smartest with digital technology and forgets to swipe away before he turns off the screen. roomie hann doesn’t even blink an eye at it anymore as he’s seen the prints which matty has next to his bed.

but yes, when he finally gets back, he doesn’t even go to his own apartment first because there’s no possible way he can wait another second without having her as he pretty much has a boner the whole day in anticipation. he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he wants and needs girlie asap. thus, lots of the times it ends up with them on the couch as the bed is just too far away. he could literally cum from just watching and feeling her tits again (thank god) because he loves them so much. matty also spends a WHILE going down on her because tasting her again after several weeks makes him get impossibly turned on that it’s no surprise he’s cum in his pants before. but he doesn’t give a fuck and she finds it incredibly hot that he can just let go and truly be himself around her.

they fuck like bunnies in spring for that whole day as if to make up for lost time. it not a gentle affair, either. it’s sweaty, fast, and messy because we know he has a spit kink. the amount of time he can spend looking at his spit drip down her tits is unreal. one of his favourite sights in this world.

there’s definitely a lot of bruises and red marks left on both of them, and she sometimes cannot help but take photos of his scratched chest, shoulders or inner thighs (and cum on his stomach) once done to add to her collection. and let’s be real, he’s an exhibitionist so he feeds off the attention and knowing that you like him enough to photograph.

needless to say, once he’s back, they spend multiple days together at a time as they’re both so incredibly down and horny for each other that it is sickly sweet <3