#until i missed another one from him 45 minutes ago. this time i was like okay; i’m home alone; let me just call him now and get it over with

[fingertipsmp3]

I have no proof or anything but I’m pretty sure this man, who called me twice and left two messages, is now rejecting my calls

[adollrable]

Under the same moon.

✧ summary: where it's your birthday and your boyfriend is on a mission far from home.

✧ cw: female reader x leon kennedy (re4r), fluff, just him being a cutie pie and the boyfiest boyfie ever (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿

✧ wc: 1387

a/n: I'M SCARED, this is my first time writing something COMPLETELY in english so... if something looks kinda silly forgive me 😞 english is not my first language but feel free to give me feedback!

my birthday was two days ago and i kinda want it to write something so, if someone is reading this on their birthday, happy birthday!!! 🤲🏻

11:45 PM. You were pacing around your apartment. Brushing your teeth, doing your skin care routine, pulling out the softest cotton sheets you have at your disposal.

You looked at the calendar that sat on the nightstand next to your bed, your eyes drifting towards the next day's date. Your birthday.

You weren't that excited, the printed number that indicated your day of birth wasn't marked with a red marker that circled it. The date Leon would return was.

Originally, your boyfriend's absence wouldn't interfere with your birthday. He would be with you on your special day. But you thought back to the call you had with him a few days ago, with him trying to get a signal to tell you that he couldn't make it on time and that he was really sorry.

You understand. It doesn't bother you, but you wish he was by your side now.

His job was complicated, and he explained that he couldn't tell you much from it. As far as you know, he's in Spain, rescuing someone. You don't know who, but it must be someone important.

11:55 PM. Five minutes to midnight. Five minutes until another return to the sun happens for you.

You laid down on your bed, covered by the sheets that hugged your body. You took the pillow that Leon usually uses and wrapped both arms around it, seeking comfort to avoid missing him so much.

Tomorrow would be just another day. Sure, your friends will congratulate you, you will receive calls from your family at extremely early hours of the morning, and you will repeat "thank you, I appreciate it" like a broken recorder for each call and message.

Gifts don't matter, much less a cake, or a party. The only thing you want is for the love of your life to return soon and you can be together.

Rolling between thoughts, you were able to fall asleep.

12:00 PM. Finally your birthday.

Your cellphone vibrated with every message that one of your friends or your family sent you congratulations. The light from the device breaks into your not-so-deep sleep, since not even ten minutes had passed since you closed your eyes.

Sheet off you, you stopped hugging the pillow and with a soft grunt reached for your phone, checking notifications with squinted eyes.

You lowered the brightness of your cell phone because of that annoying burning in your eyes and now with more comfort, you wandered around the notifications you had, until one caught your attention completely.

Leon ♡: "Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much."

A smile began to form on your face, and without hesitation you unlocked your cell phone to answer him.

Thanks, Lee :( I miss you and I love you

You weren't expecting a response, after all, he must be busy, right? In Spain it must have been your birthday hours ago, but he still bothered to wait for it to come where you are.

Leon ♡: I miss you too, how have you been?

You didn't think he would have time to respond, but you also didn't want to spend three days without hearing from him, so you took advantage of the opportunity.

I've been fine... I haven't done much, just work and back home :( how about you?

Leon ♡: Tired, but all good. Missing you most of all the time. Tell me, have you done anything interesting?

Does missing you count? :[

Leon ♡: Yeah, it counts, sweet thing. I want to tell you something, okay? But let me call you first.

The fact that he was going to call you made you feel good, he may not be with you on your birthday and he is supposed to arrive days later, but one call is enough to lift your spirits.

You were going to answer but your screen lit up with your boyfriend's contact name and the buttons to answer or hang up the call. You pressed the green button and put it on speaker, placing your phone on your chest with a smile. "Hi..."

"Hello, birthday girl." His voice... You could spend hours listening to him speak, even if he was talking about the most boring topic in the world, you would pay attention from start to finish. "How's my baby doing?"

You giggled, there really wasn't much to say, your birthday had started less than an hour ago, "No crazy, exciting party... My friends have congratulated me, as has my family. My parents must be asleep at this time, so I guess when they wake up they'll call me."

"Yeah, they must be resting at this time, huh. You should, too. It's only because of your birthday that you stay up so late." He answered and you could hear his smirk over the phone, making you blush slightly.

"Of course not... I can sleep late whenever I want." And even if you wanted to, you know it's not possible. Once you get home from work and settle into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you fall deeply into the arms of Morpheus. It's hard not to sleep well when you have a giant boyfriend pillow. "I can't sleep without you here."

"I know, baby, I know... I can't sleep without my sweet girl hugging me like a damn teddy bear." He chuckled and you did it too. Both of you fell into a small silence, it wasn't awkward, it was comforting. "Hey, baby?" He began, as you settled into the sheets.

"Mhm?" You asked, as you looked at the moon through your bedroom window. Her brilliance seeped in and was strong and radiant.

Watching the moon always gave you a certain comfort, knowing that no matter where Leon is, both of you will always be under the same moon and firmament of stars.

A laugh came through the speaker of your cell phone, the same laugh that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Did you see how beautiful the moon is?"

You smiled, humming a small "mhm" in response, before adding, "Yeah... It's full and very pretty. I wish you were here to watch it together."

Leon let out a small sigh, "Yeah, me too, what if you ask the moon for that?" You chuckled this time. It was a silly thing to do, but, why not?

"Like a birthday wish? But if you know it then it won't come true." Leon could hear the pout in your voice, and he smiled to himself. "Maybe there will be an exception this time." He murmured. "Come on, babe. Do it."

With your eyes closed, you let out a sigh, wishing with all your being that Leon could be by your side as soon as possible, and after a few seconds, you heard him speak, "Did you do it?"

"Yeah, I did... Time to wait I guess." Your gaze met that radiant crater that was seen in its maximum splendor, until something began to click in your head.

"Did you see how beautiful the moon is?" There is supposed to be approximately six hours between your location and Spain, so it was impossible for Leon to see the moon shining in its entirety, but you tried not to give too much thought to the matter, since the moon can also be seen during the day, although at lower exposure.

But if he talked about the moon... And how big it looked... That could mean that maybe he...

"The stars look very bright too." He added after.

"But, you know what I think is more bright?" He began, while his footsteps were heard on the cement, signaling that he had begun to walk.

Until he stopped.

"The brightest thing I'm going to see is your face when you look out the window."

That made you get up from your bed, phone in hand while with clumsy steps thanks to the sheets rolled up between your legs, you reached the window and realized everything.

He is here.

And when he saw that look light up on your face, he knew that the moon was nothing compared to how radiant you looked. "Hey, birthday girl."

It seems like the moon was the perfect alibi for Leon to sneak in and surprise you.

Or simply the moon heard your wishes, and fulfilled them on your special day.

a/n: OKAY... I'M STILL NERVOUS I PUT THIS ON THREE DIFFERENT GRAMMAR CHECKERS BUT I'M STILL AFRAID i suck at writing tbh but this idea was scratching my brain and i thought Hmm why not SO!!! i hope y'all like it :] i appreciate likes and reblogs annnnnd comments i love comments!!! feel free to give me tips to be better at writing or something THAT'S ALL BYE-BYE 🤲🏻

[avenging-fandoms]

i know this will sound too weird, but can i request something for sin hours? where y/n is also a singer and she meets harry at the studio, they're both tired but end up having some... fun? LMAO i'm so weird (btw, i love your work and hope you're fine!)

*you know the faint moaning in 'cinema'? just.. you'll see*

**kinda long.. bear with me. i love this fic

*it's smut. if you don't like it, that's okay! i'm sure there's other great harry fics. if you aren't 18+ FUCK RIGHT OFF

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You had just flown in from Japan that morning, but you couldn't turn down the opportunity to work with Harry Styles. Harry never did collaborations on albums but you two wanted to work together.

The building was nice, and outside stood Harry with a few other people. You hop out of the car with a smile, Harry's arms immediately opening and you couldn't help but squeeze him a bit. "I have loved you for so long, this is a dream."

Harry grabbed your shoulders and bent down a bit. "I have been obsessed with you for a long time, your lyrics are amazing." He compliments you and you can't help but blush. Harry flashes a smile before introducing you to the people outside. "Shall we begin?"

The session was supposed to start at 8, but you guys didn't officially start until 9:45. You all got caught up talking about deep things, adventures, advice. It was like you had known these people for years and you had just met them an hour ago.

When the session actually started, it was like magic as you two worked with one another. Correcting or changing something the other does politely, so many compliments and singing harmonies together.

"Yn, get in there with Harry and sing the harmony with him." You open your mouth to speak, but you just stutter. "You did it out here, go ahead."

You head into the room as you gulp and Harry holds out a pair of headphones. He counts you two down and the music starts, the both of you singing, enjoying how you sound together so much you can help but sing the whole song with him.

The audio ends and you let out the biggest yawn. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just flew in from Japan this morning and did not get as much sleep as I needed when I got home." He holds the door open for you and you thank him quietly.

"I completely get it, I just came back from Greece." You sit on the couch and he sits next to you with a bit of space, listening to you both singing. "That sounds incredible," Harry looks at you and grabs your thigh. "You are incredible."

You inhale sharply, your lips becoming dry as you open your mouth. Your tongue pokes out slowly and he watches. "Thank you."

Harry winks and looks away from you, standing up. "Let me sing what we have for 'Cinema.' It's just the beginning?" He asks and you couldn't answer, you had no idea was 'Cinema' was.

The music started to go and he started to sing. You watched as he sang, closing his eyes softly, moving his mouth to the side sometimes. "If you're getting yourself wet for me, I guess you're all mine."

You move a leg over the other and lean forward, hand over your mouth. That was so fucking hot.

An hour later, a few people had to leave, then 20 minutes later everyone else left, you and Harry saying you're going to stay to record some more.

""Cinema' is quite the risqué song, Mr. Styles. I love it." You smile as you sit on the stool. Harry smirks as he closes the door, standing in front of your microphone.

"It's missing something though, don't you think? Especially in the beginning." He moves next to you, moving his stool behind you and you lick your lips quickly with an excited shiver.

"Yes.. but.. what were you thinking?" You ask quietly, looking up as he towered over you. His hand holds your cheek softly, inhaling slowly with a smile.

"I want something faint in the background. A noise. And with the lyrics in the song.." His lips kissing your neck softly, your hands immediately grabbing the back of his biceps and whimper.

"Harry.."

"Something like that, yeah." He chuckles and pulls away, laying you back against the stool. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Yes, oh god yes please." You beg and he moves his microphone next to him by your head. His fingers pull up your shirt a bit, pushing into your sweatpants and into your underwear. Your hips move in the air as you tried to get his hand closer, but he didn't move.

"So responsive. Do you like being touched?" He leans over you, hips in front of your face with his hard on pressing through his sweatpants. You drop your jaw and pull the waist band down and moan when his dick is exposed.

"Do you?" You ask, spitting in your hand and stroking him slowly, moaning as he slides two fingers into you. You moan and shake your hips, moving them against his hand. His palm rubs your clit as you do, your hand moving faster as your orgasm approached quickly. "Fuck me, Harry."

"Are you sure? I don't have.. I'm clean."

"Me too. And I'm on birth control. Just please fuck me." Harry picks you up over his shoulder, putting you on the couch and pulling off his hoodie, to which you took off your shirt. Harry kissed you and held your breasts in his hands, twisting and pulling and flicking your nipples as he pushes you back against the couch.

"I need a taste." Harry hums, disappearing between your legs and immediately moving his tongue all over your pussy. You gasp and grip his hair, rolling your hips and shaking. "So fucking delicious." You pulled him in for a kiss, Harry locking his arm under your knee and bend the other one. "Put it in."

You smile and grab his dick, sliding his tip up and down your pussy. "Fuck.." You throw your head back and Harry moves his dick against your clit, and you could cum just then. Harry got impatient and did it himself, the both of you moaning.

"How far is too far with you, Yn? Kink wise." He asked, moving in and out of you slowly. You bite your lip, holding his chin and pushing your thumb in his mouth, pulling him towards you.

"Show me what you got, Styles."

Harry picks your hips up off the couch and fucks you into him, your hands holding desperately onto his arms. He slowed down and flipped you over, pulling your hips up and holding your wrists behind your back as he fucks you roughly.

"Fuck.. fuck.. Harry.." Your fingers tried to grab anything, but he had a tight grip with just one hand. The other hand laid hard smacks on your ass, then gripping your hair tightly and forcing your head back.

Harry let go of your hands and held your hip, twisting your hair around his fist. You sit up and Harry pulls out of you, the both of you on your knees as you kiss him roughly. You sit him down on the couch and push his legs out, sitting on his lap and moaning as you slide onto him.

"Your moans are just as pretty as you sing." He whimpers, kissing your neck as you bounce on him. You lay back and hold his knees as you continue to bounce your hips. Harry's thumb rubs your clit and your moans harmonize together, your orgasm quickly approaching.

You sit up and grip the hair on the back of his head, biting his jaw and collarbone. "Can I leave marks?"

"I wish you could, but all my outfits expose my neck and chest." He throws his head back and closes his eyes. "Where can I cum, sweetheart?"

"In me." Your arms wrap around his neck and he laughs.

"Are you sure? That's very risqué." His nails scratch down your back and thrusts his hips up. Harry's mouth kisses down your chest, moaning against your tits as his nails dig in your skin.

"Come on, Harry. Come on.." You smile, brushing your hair out of your face. Your fingers trace his features and watching as he cums, smiling slowly as you hear him whimper your name.

"Did you..?" You shake your head and his eyes widen, now pushing you back against the couch and wrapping his left hand around your throat, ring and middle fingers on his right hand quickly fucking you.

You gasp and hold onto his arm for dear life, moving your whole body and screaming his name. "Good girl, good job." He breathes, pulling out of your slowly and kissed you gently. "Wait here."

You laid on the couch with a bright smile on your face, Harry coming back a few minutes later with towels. "Towels? At a studio?"

"Sometimes I get sweaty when recording, I just get really into it." He shrugs, spreading your legs open delicately as he cleaned you up while humming.

You sigh contently and close your eyes, Harry continuing to hum as he kissed your thigh, your hip, your stomach. You smile and move your head, licking your lips. He kissed your chest, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, your lips.

"I'm going to need more studio sessions with you."

[muldermuse]

Thinking about two sinners today and wondering what would happen if Glenda called while gator was at readers house in the middle of them having sex

🙂🙂I’m completely normal about this🙂🙂i wrote this in like 20 minutes because I couldn’t think about anything else🙂🙂

(Also I know that’s Steve Harrington but I needed a pic of the chest- for myself ❤️)

18+ only!!!! Nsfw below the cut and mdni

part of the two sinners verse. read more here!

His body is slick with sweat, his chest hair curling with the beads clinging to his body and you can feel small drops hitting your back from his over exertion. You’re bent over your couch with your hands together at the bottom of your back. You both had time to spare today so you’d teased each other whilst undressing until you were both naked. Gator has one hand holding yours together and another pushing your face into the couch. He’s changed the speed and force of his thrusts into you to keep you teetering on the edge and every time you’ve begged him to keep doing it exactly as he has been, he’d slow it right down or remove himself completely- watching your legs kick out as he smacked your ass for being ‘ungrateful for his cock’.

It feels like he’s a predator toying with his prey and this is one of Gator’s favourite ways to fuck you after getting slightly too intimate with you. He wants you to submit to him and beg him for more. Whenever he feels like you have some semblance of control over him; he’s eager to set you right. You’re so close to cumming and he can feel it by how tight you’re getting. You’re not even speaking coherently anymore, just mouth agape moaning into the couch and trying to plead with him to let you come through earth shattering moans. He nearly cums when you look up at him, your face a flushed pink and your eyes filled with tears at how good he’s making you feel. You whimper a small please and he immediately pulls out of you. 

“S’not happenin’ yet, babydoll” he slaps your ass harder than he has all night. He scrapes his nails over the reddened skin, smiling at the marks he’s littering on your used body. You make a noise somewhere between a groan and a cry as your legs gently tremble. Then his phone buzzes- again. It’s Glenda.

He should have been home 2 hours ago but you’d begged him to come round for what should’ve been a quickie and he couldn’t say no. As soon as you started undressing him, he should’ve called Glenda to let her know he’d be a few hours but he tries not to think about her when he’s near you. She usually calls him once or twice when he’s late but this is the fifth time she’s called. 

He doesn’t even want to open the 45 text messages she’s sent him. 

He sits down on your armchair, completely ignoring you as you struggle to stand up again due to your shaking legs. You look, and feel, completely fucked out. Your throat is hoarse with moaning, you can feel the bruises starting to form on your tits from the bites Gator had left and you notice your ass feeling hot from the spanking you’d recieved. Whilst Gator is staring at his phone unsure of what to do, you straddle him and place hot, pleading kisses on his neck. 

“Gator, baby” your voice comes out rough and husky, “y’gotta lemme cum baby please, I’m so fucking close please”. His cock is still hard against your stomach and you can see how flushed the tip is with beads of precum slipping down his length. 

The phone rings again and you stare at each other. He raises his brows at you and tells you sternly to “be fuckin’ quiet”. 

“Hey honey, sorry I missed your calls. Just nipped outta town to get some stuff for ya”. He answers so nonchalantly and it honestly does impress you how good he is at lying. He chats to Glenda as if he wasn’t fucking you over your couch mere minutes ago. He’s text Glenda before when you’ve been together, you’d been on your knees sucking his dick when he replied to her that casserole would be great for dinner. It occurs to you that he might leave after the phone call and you’re that desperate to cum that you’ll probably cry yourself to sleep if he doesn’t make you finish. Or call round Jenson or Jax to finish the job, you know that would really upset Gator. 

“Yeah no- that sounds great…no… I’m not trying to end the call! Okay tell me, what happened at the bookstore today?” He looks bored until you lick softly at his neck and you can taste the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue. Gator grips your hair in his fist and pulls you off him; shaking his head at you as he releases your hair. No fucking way are you letting Saint Glenda ruin your chance for an orgasm so while she drones on about whatever boring thing happened today- you maintain eye contact with Gator as you spit on his cock. He grabs your ass as he continues the conversation with Glenda, you’re unsure if this is a warning or encouragement. 

You presume the latter. 

You slide the head of his cock through your slick folds and each bump over the clit makes you bite your lip to suppress your moans. Before Gator can end the phone call or try to pull you off him, you sink down onto his cock. Your mouth hangs open as his eyes roll back and the sight alone could make you cum. Your hips grind lazily, conscious not to make a sound that would alert Glenda to the fact that Gator is lying through his teeth about where he is. Your hands reach behind you and hold onto Gators knees so you can basically just use him to make yourself cum. 

It’s all getting too much, you can feel his cock hit your g spot with every rotation of your hips and the coarse hairs at his base are skimming your oversensitive clit. You’re getting hotter, the room is quiet with only your soft breaths and Glenda’s tinny voice down the phone. Gator’s big hand grabs your hip and his desperate eyes meet yours- he’s going to cum. You’re in control again now and if that wasn’t enough to send you over the edge; hearing Glenda talk with no idea how good her boyfriend is making you feel does it for you. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you cum hard on Gator’s cock. His eyes slam shut and his neck strains as he cums inside you. A shuddering breath slips out as your cunt pulses tight and wet around him.

“Gator honey, is everything okay? Y’sound a lil outta breath there”. You have to fight the urge to laugh as you ease yourself of Gator’s spent cock. He mumbles some answer whilst you try to climb off him but he grabs your arm before you can.

“I’ll probably be another hour or so hon, just leave my dinner on the counter- yeah? Worked real hard today so I have an appetite”. He hangs up without acknowledging Glenda’s ‘I love you’ down the phone. Instead, he pushes you onto the couch and eats his cum out of your pussy. All the while, his girlfriend is making sure his meal is perfect for him at home.

[sooguru]

AVIDITY

©sooguru

[⌗synopsis ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚] halfway on your journey to freedom, suguru finds another way to dominate your very soul, an addictive drug that leaves you feening for more.

[⌗cw ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚] DARK CONTENT - stalking , peeping tom , masturbation (f) , wet dream.

chapter 02

─── ⋆⋅𝜗𝜚 FREE. i was free from that brute of a man.

weeks had passed since that gathering in the restaurant..weeks after the near kiss i shared with suguru. after a long day of work, i came back home only to discover that the house was completely empty. my husband nowhere to be seen, his clothes packed away and drawers empty. on the dining table laid the divorce papers i gave to him months ago. the same ones he refused to sign.

i was elated. if that was even a good enough word to describe the joy i felt. i let out a gleeful scream, happy that we can finally go through with the divorce.

oh what a dream.

i made a mental note to call my lawyer tomorrow morning, texting nanami to say that i won’t be in tomorrow. the divorce would be quick considering he fact that there was a mutual agreement. i’d be a free woman soon. i went to bed happily, having the best sleep.

the next morning, i was on the phone with my lawyer, telling him everything. i started to strip out of my negligee, only wearing a thong underneath. i talked to my lawyer the entire time, about to say something before i noticed a flash in my peripheral vision. it was dark and gloomy, rain coating the pavement street. i didn’t hear thunder so i decided to investigate.

i put a robe on, moving closer to the window, squinting as i noticed a figure standing by some trees. i wasn’t sure what they were doing until i noticed a camera in hand, another flash erupting from the small camera, my eyes widening as i shut the curtains. i changed into a vest and shorts, heading downstairs.

“creep”

i huffed, going back to talking with my lawyer, focusing on my divorce. i wish i could’ve called suguru but he would’ve been working so i knew i couldn’t. instead i spent the day doing the necessaries, my lawyer and i creating a date to go over everything in person when it wasn’t pouring down rain.

once that was over, i spent the rest of the day celebrating. toji was out of the house, living with his coworker i presumed, and i was finally getting my divorce. what a great day. later on i decided to order food, getting a burger and fries along with a milkshake.

around 45 minutes later, the food came, the high pitched chime of my doorbell alerting me to the deliverers arrival. however, my face contorted into one of surprise when i was met with the same man who plagued my every waking thought like a dangerous drug.

“suguru? what’re you doing here?”

i quickly let him inside so that the rain no longer soaked him, closing the door quickly. he smiled at me, holding out my delivery.

“i missed you.”

he said simply, placing the bag in my hands while taking his wet shoes off, stretching with a groan.

“when nanami said you won’t be in, i thought you had gotten ill from drinking too much last night. how could i not come and check on my favourite person?”

i blushed at his words, leading him into the kitchen.

“favourite person.?”

i whispered, nibbling on my bottom lip, feeling a sudden wave of shyness.

“well it’s very kind of you to visit me suguru, i just had personal matters to attend to”

i leaned against my kitchen counter, taking out my food from the bag, trying to ignore the steps suguru made, getting closer as closer behind me, his breath grazing the hairs on my ear.

“y/n”

he said my voice slowly, his nose pressing into my hair, inhaling deeply, taking in my scent.

“did you miss me like how i missed you?”

“of course i did..”

he grinned, letting out a small shaky breath as he mumbled out a ‘good’ as he kept smelling me. it would be odd if, one, i haven’t smelt him too, less overtly of course. and two, want him in between my legs giving me the best dick of my life. i let him do as he please, eating my burger happily while suguru’s nose grazed my neck.

he grinned against my neck, inhaling deeply, his hands shaking slightly, his eyes dilating, not giving into the urge of licking my neck, tasting my soft skin. i was too busy not notice all of this, pulling away to grab my milkshake.

i didn’t hear suguru move, but apparently he did, finding my divorce documents laying on my dining table, glancing at them before walking back over to me. as quiet as can be. i turned around, bumping into him slightly.

“oof- hi there”

i teased, looking up at him with a smile as i munched on a fry. i held one up to his lips, watching them part as he bit it, chewing slowly. he took a step closer, our bodies practically pressing up against each other as he leaned down, his nose grazing my cheek as he whispered.

“i didn’t know you were getting a divorce y/n.”

i looked to the side, nodding stiffly. i noticed the documents on the dining table and inwardly cursed myself for letting them just lay around,

“so you’re single?”

he questioned, his hands slowly sneaking around my waist. i hummed, realising where he was going with this. i nodded once again, my back arching slightly as my chest pressed against his, my glossy lips grazing his.

“haah…mr geto, aren’t you supposed to give freshly divorced women a chance to heal or something…”

i mumbled against his lips, looking into his eyes. my words earned a sly smirk, his hands gripping my vest, teasing me.

“i would if the woman in question ever talked about her husband. but mrs fushiguro..it’s rather surprising how i’ve never heard a single peep about your dear husband once in my months of working with you.”

he caught me red-handed, his lips grazing mine once more, our breaths mingling.

“you caught me..”

i whispered, my hands gripping his shirt, expecting him to kiss me. but he doesn’t. he inhales deeply, licking his lips as he pulled away, smirking at me.

“i’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”

with that, he put his shoes on and left. i stood there, shocked, a wet patch growing in my panties, my body feeling hot and flushed, my lips still parted.

“fucking tease..”

i grumbled, pouting as i finished my food, my mind clouded with everything related to suguru geto. i was undoubtedly obsessed. i walked into my living room, turning on the tv as i pulled off my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. sitting back down, my hands slid into my panties, rubbing at my clit, moaning suguru’s name, wishing he was the one touching me instead.

“please sugu..”

i whined, closing my eyes, throwing my head back as i played with myself, my fingers dipping into my sopping cunt, pumping my two fingers in and out, chasing my orgasm, needing some sort of release.

“f-fuck hngh ah!”

with my eyes closed, my body felt sensitive, desperately imagining it was suguru touching me. my back arching off the couch, a loud moan following. it felt like somebody was watching me, like a gaze burning straight into me. however, my imagination was running wild, using whatever i felt and twisting it to imagine suguru was the one watching me play with my pussy. showing him just how hot and bothered he got me. how badly i wished he’d just take me.

“sugu ‘m cummin-ghah!”

i creamed around my fingers, panting softly. the movie drowned out my whimpers and cries as i rubbed my clit with my cream, making my pussy a sticky mess.

“hmp..”

i huffed, pouting as i resisted the urge to send a picture of me touching myself to suguru. pulling my hand away, i slipped off my panties, heading upstairs so that i could wash my hands in the bathroom. once i came back down, i searched for my underwear, noticing that it wasn’t where i left it last. i looked under the couch, my ass in the air as i squinted, wondering if i accidentally kicked it under the large furniture. i gave up after a while, unable to see far under the couch, going upstairs and finding a new pair to put on.

i got back to watching my movie, eventually falling asleep on the couch, dreaming of suguru doing wickedly sinful things to me. it felt so real, as if he was really touching me. as if the grasp he had on my thighs while he ate my pussy was real. as if the gentle grasp of my neck while his cock pummelled into my drooling cunt was real.

it felt so good.

it was mind numbingly good in fact. my mind went blank in the dream, my orgasm so close. i let out a loud scream, the orgasm waking me up as i stirred, opening my eyes, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs.

the morning light greeted me, signalling that another day had arrived. however was i going to face him after having a dream like that. was i that touch deprived? i was like some horny teenager, desperate for some cock to relieve the aching pain between my legs. needy for one man, and one man alone. whining softly as my thighs clenched, grinding against nothing in desperation.

please sugu..i need you so bad..

[ladylooch]

Okay here is an idea for Timo and Emma

Somewhat angsty lol

So maybe life is really busy with the 4 kids and it’s been a little while where Em and T were able to have some time alone. So maybe every little either Timo does or the kids do sets Emma off and she is easily irritated and annoyed. Like maybe making lunch for the kids and they don’t want to eat what she has cooked or Timo is gone longer than he said and Emma missed her workout class. So Timo is like okay obviously you have some tension let me help you loosen up 🥵and so they run off during the kids nap time

By Emma’s calculations, she should be about to her cooldown right now in her pilates class. She should be sweaty, but relieved to have gotten a work out in with how crazy the family schedule has been this week. Instead, she is sitting on the couch, monitoring Logan and Liam as their play time borders on becoming a slap fest. 

Timo is still not home.

He was supposed to be home two hours ago. Emma keeps getting texts from him with updates. 

I’m going to be a little later than I thought.

Still going here, babe. Need a bit more time.

15 minutes or so and I’ll be on my way.

I just left. I’m getting home as fast as I can. 

Fuck, I’m so sorry!

Emma believes him. She knows those RPMs on that Mercedes of his are going to be roaring through the streets of New Jersey. She had asked for one thing this week. ONE THING from her now retired NHL player of a husband. It was to make sure that he was at home by 1:00pm so she could hit her pilates class. Emma knows he is doing hard work right now. He is getting more involved in his friend’s clothing company that he has invested in for years. Now, that Timo  has the time, he has been asked to be more of a decision maker. Timo is very excited about the prospect and Emma is supportive. But she has needs too. Very hot ones that have not been met by her husband in weeks. 

“Logan.” Emma murmurs, watching him start to pat at his brother. A string of words in Swiss German and English come bumbling out of his mouth with none of them being coherent. “Baby, no. Hands to yourself.” The twins, who practically came out holding hands, do not understand this concept. “Be nice.” Emma finishes. Another thing they don’t understand as two year old terrors. 

“Baby! I’m here!” Timo calls into the house before he looks around. His eyes land on his wife so close. “Oops. Sorry. I thought you would be upstairs.” He flips his wrist, looking at his watch. “Can you still make it?”

“At 1:45? No.” Emma snaps. 

“Okay. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Is there a later one you can go to… or…” Timo purses his lips at the irritation puling her eyebrows together. “No? Okay.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Um, how can I make it up to you?” 

Emma gives him props for the awareness and recognition and the genuine apology. But she doesn’t feel like she was asking for too much. One thing. In the millions of things that she has sacrificed for him in his career. Today she wanted one fucking thing.

“Make it on time tomorrow, please.” She says tightly.

“Yes, I will. Promise.” He comes to the living room. He kneels down by the babies then drops a big palm on each of the twins heads. “Hannah coming today?” 

“No, she is on vacation with her friends. It’s us against the kids.”

“Oh yeah, Tulum.” Timo grins. “Good mems, eh?”

“Mhm.” Em agrees. Timo craws over to her on the floor, literally on his knees. 

“I’m really sorry. You know that?” Emma nods. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, can you just yell at me?” Timo groans, putting his forehead on her thigh.

“No. I don’t want to.” Emma shrugs. 

“This feels worse.” 

“Than me yelling at you? Good lord. We needed therapy more than we knew.” She leans forward, cupping both his cheeks. She kisses him deeply, letting her tongue swipe along the seam of his lips. He sighs, reaching a big hand around to the back of her neck. They make out like that, touching tongues and soft moans to each other until they’re both worked up. Liam comes to smooch their faces, breaking them out of their trace as Logan comes too. 

“Gonna bend that sweet ass over my knee tonight. When all the babies are in bed.” He murmurs hotly in her ear so the boys can’t hear. Emma smiles at him as he settles into the couch next to her with Liam. Logan curls into Emma’s arms. His little feet go over to his brother and he starts kicking. Liam begins to do the same immediately.

“Hey!” Emma and Timo say at the same time, grabbing the feet of the respective twin in their arms. 

“They just had to be boys.” Emma chuckles, leaning her back into Timo. He wraps an arm across her chest, gripping her opposite shoulder to keep her close.

“The universe knew I couldn’t have three girls.” Timo laughs as Logan starts to gnaw on Timo’s arm. Emma cups his little chin, wiggling it so he releases his dad’s skin. Emma smirks at the sweet grin he gives her. He looks like a little dinosaur with his jagged teeth. 

“Yeah, that is probably true.” She finally responds. 

Two more Livys would surely put Timo in an early grave.

[lovinggreeniehours]

45 from the one word prompt? :0

45. panic

↳ renata × chrome

↳ i won't count but this is pretty small i think. 500 words or less. but don't take my word on that

↳ (hi avil :) ) okay originally this should've been longer and i plan to revise and fact-check this for proper posting in the future but the base idea was cool so here's the first draft i made a million years ago (and finished just now) ✨️ if the second half is kind of Lacking then it's bc it's 1am right now sorry hgdgjgdfhj

Chrome was a light sleeper. So he was especially worried to wake up in the middle of the night and find himself alone in his bed.

Half asleep, he grasped the blankets and pillows next to him, stomach churning unpleasantly as his waking awareness increased. In the space Arion should have been occupying were only wrinkled sheets and a scrunched up blanket. Surveying the room, Chrome could only confirm what he already knew. Arion wasn't there. He was alone with the ever so familiar, sinking feeling that everything was wrong.

Naturally, he bolted for the door.

Running through the empty hallways, his mind ran faster. Arion was there when he fell asleep last night. (Wasn't he?) And Arion wasn't one to get up from bed without good reason.

Chrome had to pause, realizing suddenly that he wasn't quite sure where he was going. The only thing he was certain of was that he hadn't passed by anyone thus far.

Did he get another anxiety attack? Chrome would've felt him leaving the bed then. Should have felt it. It didn't take a lot to wake him up, and Arion moved a lot when he was stressed. But it wasn't a completely unfounded assumption to say that Arion simply snuck out. He was always good at being undetected if he wanted to be.

But even then, why would he? Where would he go? Why didn't he just.. wake him up if he needed something?

As soon as he asked himself, Chrome already knew the answer. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

It was in one of the storage rooms where he lost momentum in his search. In the far back, he recognized a crates filled with ammunition. He'd found Arion in the crevices behind them a few months ago; He hadn't yet gotten his memories back, nor the carefully crafted self-assurance that came with them. A week into being a Strike Hawk and he was crying behind a stack of crates, overwhelmed by the faces and names and places he couldn't keep up with. Arion once shot himself on accident when they were cadets, and yet this was the first time Chrome ever saw him cry.

After the initial panic of being caught, Arion explained that the physical pressure made him feel more grounded. It was why Chrome bought weighted blankets.

Did he miss something? Why did he leave...?

But as he was closing the door behind him to continue his search, a voice cut through the silence.

"Chrome?"

He whirled around at the sound, his eyes meeting Arion's wide ones.

"Arion." Chrome exhaled, thoughts moving through his head faster than he could hear them. But still, it was as if a sack was dropped from his chest, propelling him forward until they were within arm's length. His hands gripped Arion's shoulders, as if to anchor him as he heaved out a sigh of relief. "You didn't leave base."

"Leave base?" Arion frowned. But as Chrome's hands reached him, he moved in kind, gently tracing fingers along his waist. "You're not sleepwalking, are you?"

He shook his head. "No. No, I'm not. I am perfectly awake."

"Did I wake you?"

"Not at all." He said, quieter. "..Why did you leave?"

Arion winced. "Oh.. See, Kamui knocked on your door, he needed help with something, and I didn't want to wake you up, so... I. I just helped him myself."

"Oh."

Arion leaned forward; close enough that all Chrome could focus on were the red of his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He murmured. "You look.."

Chrome tilted his head.

"..Intense."

Had he been that anxious? Now that Arion was right in front of him, the panic of a few minutes' past felt years away. And yet, what did he say earlier? Of course, he knew Arion wouldn't just up and disappear into thin air. They were past that. But waking up earlier felt as though the silence would consume him whole, even if they only have been sharing the room for weeks.

Logically speaking, Arion would not have left base.

As soon as he registered the thought, he let out another sigh. Arion wasn't going to disappear on him in the dead of the night. He knew that. What he didn't know was that his shoulders were still tense. His eyebrows were still knit together. His fingers twitched; tapping as if restless. As if itching to pull him closer.

Arion, though, saw all of it quite well. He raised his hand up to Chrome's hair, idly playing with the strands at the back of his hair as he pushed his head forward. Just until their foreheads pressed together.

"You sure you're okay, bud?"

Chrome nodded.

"You're sure?"

Chrome hummed in acknowledgement, a quiet smile slipping through the wall of worry.

"Mhm. I'm okay."

"Okay." Arion grinned back. A trill of panic returned to Chrome. He knew that look.

"What are you— AHH."

Before he could guess what had prompted the bout of mischief, hands had gripped the back of his knees, and he was pulled up from the ground into a bridal carry.

"Time to head back to the room then." Arion declared proudly.

Chrome's face burned furiously. But, as Arion had hoped, all signs of panic seemed long gone. Those things, they could discuss in the comfort of their room later. For now, he needed to focus on making Chrome feel a little better.

"You better be enjoying yourself." Arion winked playfully.

Chrome then covered his face with his hands, groaning. Cute.

"Must you do this out in the open? Where everyone can see?"

"They're all asleep anyway, it's fine!"

"They won't be sleeping for very long with how loudly you're talking.."

"Do you want me to put you down?"

A beat of silence passed.

"Just please hurry already."

"Okayyy."

If Arion held him a little tighter as he said that, he supposed Chrome wouldn't be able to notice.

[mayajadewrites]

Stained Red - Chapter Seven

Unexpected

The next morning, your walk to the office felt different. You didn't want up to any texts from Matt, you didn't know if he would be in the office this morning.

You stick to your usual routine though, and stop by Birch's Coffee for your usual iced latte.

Your scarf was covering your face, the harsh morning hair irritating your skin. Your eyes were glued to your phone, trying to get your mind off of Matthew.

As you walk into the coffee shop, you hear someone say your name.

Finally looking up from your phone, you swear you see a ghost. There's no way this man was in front of you right now.

He repeated your name, walking towards you.

"Mason?" Your eyes follow his movement. "I - when - why are you here?"

"I didn't know I had to let you know when I came back to Hell's Kitchen." Mason smiled, sipping his hot latte. "I'm not surprised I found you here, though."

Mason was, well, who you thought was the love of your life. You thought you were going to marry him, have the nice house, white picket fence, and all the children.

Until he randomly broke up with you one day and your entire world shattered within an instant.

"I'm sorry, but seriously - when did you come back?"

"A couple of days ago. I got a new job and they just so happen to be located in Manhattan. So here I am." Mason extended his arms, smiling.

He is your "picture perfect" man. Brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes, muscular, smart, and usually kind.

Mason has commitment issues, though.

The feelings you've kept at the bottom of your stomach resurfaced as anxiety. You really thought that this man was your endgame.

"Do you wanna sit for a little? I have about 45 minutes before I have to head to work." Mason smiled, gesturing towards a small table.

Against your better judgement, you said yes.

"I read your latest novel. I've actually read all of them." Mason smiled, sipping his hot latte. "You're only getting better and better."

"Thank you. I'm working on my latest piece now, though I'm having trouble starting it up."

The way Mason makes you feel is so different from how Matt makes you feel. Matt feels comforting, safe, and like home. Except right now Matt doesn't feel like any of those things. You don't even know when the next time you'll speak to Matt will be.

Mason makes you feel young again. Spontaneous.

You and Mason chatted for about a half hour before you decided to cut it short and start heading to the office. Your iced latte was finished, but you wanted another one anyway.

"Let me buy you your latte. I know you're thinking about getting another. You espresso-fiend." Mason smiled, grabbing your cup and swiftly throwing it in the trash. Without an answer from you, he went to the counter and ordered your usual.

One thing about Mason is that he knows you like the back of his hand. To be expected after years together, but knowing he has seen every crevice of your body, knows all your emotions, and can read your face like a book - leaves you feeling unsettled.

"Thanks, Mace." You smile, grabbing the drink from his hands. Your fingertips gently brushed along each other and you swore you saw sparks.

"Do you still have the same number?" Mason pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I do. You know I hate change."

"Perfect, have a good day today. Try to get some writing done." And Mason was gone.

Upon your arrival at the office, you see a note taped to your door.

I miss you.

You took the note down and unlocked the door to your office, throwing the note in the garbage.

One thing about you is you do not make the first move. The first real move.

A note? What are we in high school?"

You wanted Matt to be waiting at your office door was white roses and an apology.

But you just got... a note.

As you were in the midst of a writing storm, your phone buzzed.

Mason: Working hard or hardly working?

You: You're interrupting my writing. So, working hard.

Mason: Good girl.

Fuck.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you flipped your phone over, pushing it to the end of the table.

Buzz.

Mason: It was a delight seeing you this morning. I've missed seeing your bright eyes first thing.

You: You're ok too, I guess.

This was always the dynamic with you and Mason. He is very good at showing his emotions since he wears them on his sleeve.

However, you - not so much. You would much rather show your feelings with actions. Even though you're an author, words sometimes don't work for you.

Matt says you have a way with words, but you don't know if you believe him.

Matt.

Matthew Murdock.

I wonder what he's doing right now.

[flythesail]

Holiday prompts!!! Going with

45 - Is that my scarf?

74 - Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?

85 - Yeah, I've never made a pie before, but how hard can it be?

do any or all or whatever your heart desires! ❤️🦝✨

Thank youuu!! Starting with #45 but I might have to come back for the others haha. For you <3

Also on ao3

It's late when they make it out to Fernwood. So late they probably should have waited until tomorrow, but Nancy had never been one to wait. 

The snow crunched under their boots, more ice than snow in the places the snow began to melt and then refroze with Horseshoe Bay's temperamental weather. 

Nancy's flashlight caught on the bark of the trees, bare branches, and tracks in the snow from her footsteps earlier today. 

"It should be somewhere over here," she said, stopping in a small clearing. She shined her flashlight around a large fallen log. 

When the map was created, the tree was still standing. This tree was half-decayed and frosted over with a sheet of ice. But if they could find the tree, they could find wherever it was Earl Dorsey hid that box over half a century ago. 

“Nancy,” Ace said, his sigh coming out as a frozen puff. “There are hundreds of trees in the woods. It could be any of them.”

“Yes,” she said, the beam from her flashlight waving across the snow as she gestured with her hand, “but it was also in a clearing about the size of this one.” 

“And how many other clearings are the size of this one?”

Nancy spared him a glance. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his coat, and his hat was tugged down over his ears–strands of his hair poking out the bottom of it. 

It wasn’t like him to complain. Out of everyone, he was normally the first to say he would tag along. Often times he didn’t even say it. Where Nancy went, he went too. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked, shining the flashlight toward him. She was careful to keep it lower so it wouldn’t shine in his eyes. “I thought you liked the woods.”

Somewhere off in the distance, a branch cracked, snow falling with it. 

Ace shivered. “It’s cold.”

A small smile flickered across Nancy’s face. “That’s it?”

“You’re not cold?” 

Nancy shrugged. She hadn’t really noticed. The box was all she could think about, so it never occurred to her just how low the temperature had dropped tonight. 

“Come on,” she said, walking toward another clearing. “This will only take a few more minutes.” 

Ace trailed behind her. “You’re really not?” he asked. 

Nancy stopped suddenly, and Ace bumped into her. “This scarf is pretty warm,” she said, turning to him. 

His gaze dropped to the collar of her coat, where red yarn was just barely visible. 

“Is that my scarf?” he asked. 

“Maybe.” Nancy shrugged, turning to head further into the woods. 

“I asked you if you knew where it was, and you said no!”

That was technically true. He did ask, and at the time, the scarf was nowhere to be found. Eventually, of course… Nancy found it in the mudroom, buried under the other winter apparel they dropped at the door before heading inside the house. 

But by that point, Ace had been missing his scarf for so long, she figured it deserved a new home. 

And it was warm. Knitted by Rebecca with the best yarn you could get from the craft store. Soft and cozy, so unlike the scratchy scarf Nancy normally wore throughout winter. 

Nancy stopped again, shining her flashlight up and down a particularly wide tree trunk. According to Earl’s granddaughter, he had carved his initials into the base of the tree too. But with so many years having gone by, the odds of his initials holding up to weather and the growth of the tree alike might not be great.

Ghosts and supernatural entities were Nancy's typical domain, but business at Nancy Drew Investigations was slow over the holidays, and if searching for a buried family heirloom was what kept the lights on at Icarus Hall—so be it. 

She turned to Ace, who was now bouncing on his heels in an attempt to stay warm. 

“Do you want your scarf back?” she asked, reaching for the end of it under her coat.

He shook his head. “You keep it.”

“You sure? You seem a little cold.”

At least that got him to smile. "Then you'd be cold." 

"Maybe I'm just more suited to winter than you." Nancy walked around the perimeter of the tree. "How did you handle it when you were an Eagle Scout?" Winters were practically eternal in Horseshoe Bay.

Ace stopped near a different tree, clicking on his own flashlight to examine it. 

"I was first to earn my fire-making patch." 

Nancy's flashlight flickered, and she smacked the side of it with her gloved hand. 

"So if I ever need someone to start a fire, you're my guy." 

"Depends. What are you setting on fire?"

"You're the one who's cold. Does it matter?" 

The beam of her flashlight grew steady again, and she moved to the next tree over. 

There, just at eye level, were two faint letters. 

E.D. 

"Found it!" she called. 

Ace joined her at the tree. "Nice." He shined his flashlight over the letters. "Now what?" 

"Well, the ground is too frozen to dig anything up. We'll have to come back next week." 

"Nancy." 

"Come on," she said with a laugh. She grabbed his hand to pull him along with her. "I'll give you your scarf back." 

He shifted so his arm was around her. Now tucked into his side, Nancy realized she had been cold. 

"I don't believe you," he said. 

"I mean… I wouldn't mind keeping it." 

"I wouldn't mind having it back either." 

Nancy glanced up at him, catching a flash of his smile even in the dark of the woods. 

"Then I guess we'll just have to share." 

Two weeks later, one more box was under the tree on Christmas morning. 

**********

Ryan picked it up, checking the tag before handing it over. 

"For you, Nancy," he said. 

She took it, careful with how she removed the wrapping paper. It clearly wasn't from Ryan. He was terrible at wrapping, and Carson was more of a gift bag guy. 

Nancy snuck a glance at Ace. He was sitting on the couch, and casually took a sip of coffee. His face gave away nothing as he watched her from over the rim of his mug. 

When the paper was all removed and set to the side, Nancy lifted the lid from the box. 

"Cozy!" said Ryan, peering into the box. 

Inside, lay two different colored scarves. One black, and one blue—the same blue as her Claw uniform from what seemed like a lifetime ago. 

"Who's that from?" Carson asked. He had a plastic bag in hand and was beginning to collect all the scraps of wrapping paper. 

Nancy ran her hand over the scarves. They were both soft, and she knew they would be warm too. 

She got up and joined Ace on the couch.

"Thank you," she said, leaning to give him a kiss. 

"You're welcome," he said, taking another sip of coffee. 

Nancy watched him, a smile playing about her lips. "Is there a reason you got me two?" 

He set his mug down on the coffee table, then put his arm behind her. "One for sleuthing. One for casual wear." 

"And so I give yours back?" 

Ace smiled, and Nancy laughed, moving to rest her head on him.

"I'll think about it."

[cosmicspacewidow]

Finding A Home Chapter 2

Summary: After landing the role of a lifetime In the film Black Widow 2, Cade Jones goes to LA where he meets Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen. During the summer they film the movie and Cade plays Scarlett's son but over time it's not acting anymore and Scarlett and Lizzie find the missing piece of their family, but not without a lot of bumps along the road. This story is set in a real world with real people mixed in with the MCU movies alternate universe that is also set in an omegaverse, so Alpha Beta and Omega dynamic as well as non-sexual age regression, abuse, and violence. This is a bad summery just give it a read if you want.

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson/ Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 5,979

Chapter: 2/?? (36 chapters posted on AO3)

Chapter Trigger/Content Warnings: Mention of Abuse, Violence, Non-Sexual Age Regression, and Bullying.

Chapter Summary: Cade meets Scarlett and Lizzie at dinner and of course it doesn't go as he expects.

AO3 Chapter LINK

ENJOY

Chapter 2: Overcoming Obstacles A Step Towards Trust

Scarlett’s POV

The last couple of months had been probably one of the busiest months in Marvel history. Immediately after the release of Endgame, Marvel's stocks dropped over 45% in less than 12 hours. The entire Marvel fan base all across the world was protesting the ending of the movie. Nobody was happy about the deaths deemed necessary for the story. 

After finding out that Robert Downey Jr, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evens, Paul Bettany, and I tried fighting Marvel very hard on not killing us off, it only enraged the fans even more. Marvel had not said anything about it until the ComicCon when they announced that The movie black widow was supposed to be released soon and it would be the last installment featuring The Black Widow. If people were mad about Endgame then this was nothing in comparison.

Disney's stock dropped again within 5 hours of the news, it was so bad of an overall loss for the company. Everyone at top levels was freaking out trying to figure out what to do. It was the next day when I got a call from my lawyer, Scott Harkin, and my management team urging me into an emergency meeting. 

In that meeting I was told that there were rumors of a second black widow in the works and the possibility of bringing the Natasha back from the dead. It was clear the new generation of viewers were coming into a realization of the power they had over these big tycoons like companies. My team and I came up with a contract and deal for what we were going to ask for if Marvel did end up coming to us. 

We were asking for better pay, benefits, safer set practices, more story and creative control on my part and no more than 12 hour days for everyone all terms including the full crew no exceptions. Before we could even leave the meeting my manager Claire had gotten a phone call from the executives at Marvel. They indeed wanted to start developing a second movie, and my team was firm on our terms and got every single one of them before signing on to another contract with the studio. 

Marvel was pushing this movie fast to bring back up their stocks and profit margins but it was  still a slow climb for them because fans were wary of the studio actually following through with the rumors of a new black widow movie. Marvel was just lucky to already have a script written years ago so it didn’t take long for production to get underway. There was some last minute casting decision but I'd been assured by Kevin Feige himself that this was going to an amazing cast and crew.

I was sitting around a large table that was filled with many people I'd like to call part of my family. There were a couple big wigs joining us tonight including Kevin Feige and the Russo brothers and the new director for the movie. Ben Canon or something like that. I'd never worked with him before and even requested the same director as the first movie, Cate Shortland, but there was a scheduling conflict Marvel wasn’t willing to work with. 

Other than that it was all people I’d call my pack Florence Pugh, Rachel Weiz, David Harbour, Ray Winston’s, Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evens, and Jeremy Renner. The main crew was all here except for our newest addition. I haven’t heard much about him other than he absolutely blew everyone away with his audition and fighting skills and really had a natural talent for acting. 

Kevin had explained to me that he was a great find and had said he was very unique and extremely shy and very new to the industry so I suggested we do a welcome dinner so he could meet everyone in a relaxed nature. 

We had all gotten settled at the table and we were all catching up with each other when the main door to the room opened and the host led a young teenager into the room. He looked nervous and I would have been too if a bunch of strangers were all staring at me like that. The moment was broken when Kevin stood up and made his way over to the boy.

“There you are! Everyone, this is Cadence Jones, he’ll be playing Anton Romanav, the son of Natasha.” Everyone said a chorus of hellos. The boy smiled and waved.

“Hi... you c-can just c-call me Cade.” He stuttered out quietly.

“Oh yea that’s right.” Kevin announced as he remembered something.

“Cade here has a bit of trouble speaking sometimes but I’ll tell you when you see him act you’d have no idea.” Kevin continued as he ushered the boy inside the room more to sit down. Each seat had a name place so his designated spot was in between me and Lizzie. I could tell Kevin's comment about him speaking embarrassed him by the way he looked down at the floor from the moment on. Once Kevin and Cade sat down the conversations at the table started back up so I turned to him and decided to properly introduce myself.

“Hi there, I’m Scarlett. It's nice to finally meet.” I said to him and he shyly smiled back at me and nodded as if he was saying likewise. 

“Oh my goodness aren’t you just adorable?” Lizzie said on the other side of him scrunching her nose up like she always did. I watched as Cade turned to her, blushing a little bit before ducking his head down in embarrassment. I gave her a look.

“What? He is?” She said with a shrug and a smile. Lizzie was the sweetest person ever. She was very soft and funny like a little puppy but when she needed to be it was like a switch flipped and a little pitbull would come out all bark no bite ultimately a sweetheart. 

“Babe, don't embarrass him like that.” I told her and she just laughed and shook her head.

“You’re right you play his mom it should be you to embarrass him right? I’m Lizzie Olsen by the way.” She teased and a small chuckle left Cade’s mouth. He pulled out a laminated card from his pocket and passed it over to me. I scanned the note and Kevin’s comment made more sense. 

It read in a nice and fun font with colored text, Hi I’m Cade I have an anxiety disorder called selective mutism. I am unable to speak in certain social situations. This is not a choice, it's an involuntary response, I’m not being rude.

“Can I pass this around the table?” I asked him so everyone can have a slightly better understanding of our new cast mate. He thought about it for a second before nodding.

I passed the card over to Lizzie and she read the card quickly too before passing it to Chris sitting next to her. He wasn’t in the movie and neither was Lizzie, ever since we started dating Lizzie and had Chris become besties even though I knew him longer and he was my friend first they were always together in their free time as of late. As the card made its way around the table nobody seemed phased except until Jeremy got a hold of it.

“How does that work?” He asked, looking at Cade. The boy picked with his fingers for a moment and was about to say something but it was Kevin who spoke up first. I felt a small growl in the back of my throat come forward as I looked at Jeremy. I knew him, we were friends, but he was an older guy and thought anxiety was for the “snowflakes” of America so I’d have to keep an eye out.

“I asked that very same question but I'll just send you the audition tape and I think all your questions would be answered.” Jeremy took that for an answer and we all fell back into a comfortable conversation. Everything was going well and about ten minutes later the waitress appeared with the appetizer and the drinks some people ordered when we first arrived.

“Okay guys are we ready to order?” I heard her ask the table, looking around no one was really paying her any attention except for myself, Cade, and Lizzie who were closest to her.

I was about to say yes that we all were ready taking control of the room but I noticed Cade beside me start to panic a bit, the stress on his face was evident looking around for a menu as his leg started to furiously bounce under the table. This is when I realized that he never got a menu in the first place.

“Actually, can we have some more time to look it all over? I think we’ve been too busy catching up so far but Umm Cade? Would you like to put in a drink?” I asked the waitress and then turned to Cade. I took my menu and slid it in front of him, flipping it to the back where the drink options were. I slightly pushed out some calming pheromones into the air to get him to relax a bit.

His shoulders relaxed a bit as he scanned the menu for less than a second before looking up at the waitress like he had something to say but it wouldn’t come out and then looked back down at the menu and shook his head. He was giving off the most anxious scent I've ever smelled in my life.

“Are you sure bud? You can just point which one you want or you can whisper it to me or something.” I didn’t mean to call him that, but he seemed nervous and I wanted him to feel comfortable. I could tell he had something in mind and I just wanted to encourage him however possible.

It seemed the waitress had picked up Cade's lack of communication and tapped him on the shoulder. She tucked her notepad in her apron and started making hand signals towards him. He brightened up and started signing back to her. They seemed to have a small conversation and then she grabbed her notepad and started writing.

“Okay one hot chocolate and a glass of water coming right up. I’ll be back.” She said before turning and leaving. 

“That was cool, can you teach me something?” Lizzie asked Cade. He seemed surprised but nodded. He pointed to Lizzie and then started to spell out her name with sign letters as he very quietly talked it out.

“L. I. Z.Z.I.E th-that’s  Liz-zie.” He explained his voice was soft as he spelled her name out but the two of us could hear him. Lizzie tried to copy his hand movements. He smiled and nodded as she practiced for a bit and then asked him to teach her more. He didn’t seem to mind but I knew he still hadn’t looked over the menu and the waitress would be back soon.

“Liz, why don't you let him pick out what he wants to eat first before he teaches you anything else?” I asked softly not trying to be commanding or dominatining the two, but trying to switch gears a bit.

“Oh gosh yeah sorry about that I get so excited sometimes.” She said to Cade he shook his head and signed something.

“I know that one he said it’s okay.” Lizzie said happily as Cade nodded to say she was correct.

I nudged the menu and he looked down at it for a minute. He seemed to just be staring at the first page not necessarily looking through it much like he did before with the drinks. His leg started bouncing again under the table and Lizzie and I both gave each other a look. Lizzie herself had anxiety so we both were hyper aware of the cues of anxiety.

Cade's POV

Dinner wasn’t going as horrible as I thought it was going to be but I was still highly stressed. I did relax a bit after Lizzie had asked me to show her some sign language. Not many people are so interested in finding ways to communicate with me so it was nice to see her instantly try. She seemed really sweet and Scarlett too. Being in their presence felt really comfortable just knowing them for less than an hour. However I got anxious all over again when Scarlett suggested I take a look at the menu and pick out my dinner. 

I didn’t feel that hungry as my stomach was in knots but as I looked at the menu again I knew I wouldn’t be able to order anything from here. It was written in cursive and even though I was pretty smart with the way the letters blended together I could never form a correct word and I never learned it in school. With all my moving between foster homes I figured that lesson was missed. I felt my chest tighten and my leg start to shake as I faked looking through the menu but Scarlett seemed to know what was up and questioned me about it.

“Are you okay?” She asked me softly and my nose was filled with a calming scent radiating off of her as I looked up quickly nodding, not even thinking about it before answering.

“I’ll be honest, I can tell that's not necessarily true, I’m a human lie detector.” I looked at her nervously, nobody could read me like that. 

 And it made me wonder Why did I lie? I felt comfortable with her and Lizzie and that was rare. Unlike most people they didn’t seem bothered by my anxiety or lack of speech. So I took a couple deep breaths to steady myself and I cleared my throat and I remembered something that Striker dad used to alway tem me. Bravery can even be found in the smallest moments, not just the big ones we see in movies,

“I-i can’t read cursive.” I said in a little voice dejectedly I was embarrassed to look at them so I looked back at the menu and the small cursive font it was in. 

“I can read it to you or I could ask for the kids menu. I'm pretty sure that it's not in cursive?” Scarlett suggested and I felt myself perk up at the idea of a kids menu. They were easier with better choices and always so fun to color on.

I quickly remembered where I was when I felt myself slipping into a weird headspace where my brain started to go fuzzy and pushed that feeling down. It wasn't an unusual feeling but it was one i knew to always lead me into trouble with Kenneth and Joyce, sometimes I would find myself slipping in a more submissive and younger headspace than what I actually was. Kenneth would always say that it was the devil trying to take control of me. And that I had to resist temptations. It was usually easier to keep this side of me at bay but today I was tired, still in pain from the fall and very much overwhelmed so it was harder to resist. I could only imagine what it would be like to slip in front of all these adults I'm supposed to work with. I’d probably be fired on the spot so I shook my head and tried to pull myself up.

Lizzie’s POV

I watched as Scarlet offered to read Cade the menu for him or get a kids menu. For a second he seemed to brighten and relax at the sound of a kid's menu but then immediately shakes his head and looks down at his lap nervously before rubbing his temples. He definitely wanted that kids menu but was too embarrassed.

From the second I saw him walk in I felt a need in my chest to take care of him and watch out for him so I had a feeling his status might include being a little. Scarlett and I were both caregivers and it was widely known that when in the presence of each other caregivers and little could sense each other. 

I looked over to Scarlett who had seemed to be thinking the same thing I was. She didn’t say anything else to Cade. I just watched her get up and head out of the room. A minute later she came back and sat down. She placed a piece of paper and a box of crayon in front of Cade. He immediately lit up looking shocked at her. She was a Dominant Alpha like that, whenever she could tell someone she cared about wasn't going to speak up for themself she would naturally do it for them.

“Thanks.” He said before grabbing the crayons and opening the box. Just like any kid he had one track mind and coloring was the objective. It seemed he forgot about the original task which was to pick out some food. 

“Whoa there,” I said to him, placing a hand over the one he was coloring while getting him to stop and look at me. I gave him a little smile.

“How about you pick out what you want to eat first and then you can color?” I asked him, he huffed and pouted for a second and went to start coloring again. Scarlett stepped in and took the crayon out of his hand and flipped the page over to the food menu.

He let out a little whine, turning his pout over to Scarlett. Thankfully another five seconds and I would’ve caved and let him continue to color. His pout was too cute and she stood a better chance with him.

“Here let's look at the options and we can color in which one you want, okay?” Scarlett said to him he thought about it before nodding and looking at the menu with Scarlett. Each item had a little picture of what the food was so as they looked Scarlett read the menu off to him. He didn't seem too convinced but nodded to her.

“Okay so they have salad, meatballs, spaghetti, chicken nuggets, cheeseburger and grilled cheese? Which one sounds good?” He grabbed a yellow crayon and started to color in the grilled cheese.

“Good choice, grilled cheese is the best, Scarlett makes the best grilled cheese there ever is.” I told him and he smiled. He tapped the rest of the crayons looking at Scarlett for permission to now color.

“Yeah. Go ahead now.” She said to him and he smiled and turned to color in the rest of the food items. I got sucked into a conversation with Florence and Jeremy for a little while until the waitress came back in and brought Cade his hot chocolate and water before taking everyone's dinner orders. When it got to Cade's turn he got visibly nervous again he immediately dropped the crayon he was using and started picking at his fingers and he couldn’t get any words out, Scarlett stepped in and she grabbed the crayon he dropped and gave it back to him, turning his attention back to the page before ordering for him.

“He’d like the kids grilled cheese and a side of fries please.” Scarlett told her as he colored, the waitress wrote the order down and continued on. We all continued to talk and have a good time together and within no time our food was coming out and everyone dug in.

After finishing our food we all continued to talk and just catch up while the guys ordered a round of shots for the table. The waiter even brought one for Cade but I was quick to take it away from him. For some reason whenever people see a group of actors or celebrities they act like the rules don’t apply and I saw too many teen celebrities get into drinking and drugs because of it.

Luckily he didn’t seem to notice or just wasn't interested as he was working on a crossword puzzle on his menu so my small crisis was averted. Through dinner I could see him slowly getting more and more comfortable with everyone. I watched as he minded his own business and occasionally spoke if spoken to. 

After a while he started to look a little tired and was fighting sleep, eyes drooping and rocking in the chair every once in a while. It soon became more frequent and I realized what he was actually doing. As always Scarlett must’ve picked the same thing I was because she turned to him.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” She whispered to him he looked a bit shocked, a small blush creepy up on his face before he stilled his body. 

“Ah No.” he mumbled sleepily.

“Okay well if you do you can let me know. I can show you the way.” He just nodded and went back to his crossword he had not finished yet before he started dozing off. It was probably another 45 minutes before I noticed once again he started to fidget in his seat. 

He was resting his head in his hand now as his eyes started to droop. He seemed to have to finish everything on his menu so he was just quietly listening to the conversation. I looked at the time and it was already 10:24pm. I watched as Cades' eyes closed for a couple minutes and the boy relaxed. He looked peaceful, no anxiety whatsoever but the moment was ended by his eyes shooting open and his body tense. 

I was going to ask him what was wrong but I noticed Lizzie sniffed the air and then looked down at the floor and I followed her eye line to see liquid dripping from Cades seat to the floor. I looked back up at him just as his eyes might mine.

“S-sorry i’m… shit i’m sorry.” He whispered mostly to himself. He looked like he was either about to cry or have a panic attack, maybe both. I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him but he only shot up in his seat abruptly, causing the table to shake and knock over his water glass spilling over onto the two of us.

“Fuck.” He mumbled before running out of the room. I got up not too long after him excusing myself as everyone at the table looked confused except Lizzie. 

Scarlett's POV

I left the room but didn’t see Cade, the man at the coat check was still there talking with our waitress so I went over to them.

“Hi, excuse me?” I said to the two.

“Hi, is everything alright?” She asked me.

“Did you see a young teen run this way by chance?” She nodded.

“Oh yeah he signed for the bathroom.” 

“Ok thank you, could I get my coat while I’m here?” I asked, thinking he’ll need something to cover himself with that could work. 

“Sure thing!” The guy said as he took my ticket and headed into the back. He came back out with my jacket and a duffel bag and skateboard.

“Here’s your jacket and here is his stuff too if you’d like.” I took the bag and headed down to the restrooms but as I went a lot of questions started forming in my mind. Was he ok? Was this the kids first night in town? Where was he staying? Where were his parents?

I got to the restroom and instantly knew where he was. His scent was radiating and the soft crying coming from the family restroom was a dead give away so I knocked.

“Cade? It’s me Scarlett, I have your stuff and just want to see if you need some help?” I waited for a minute and the cries quieted down a little bit and then the door unlocked and opened a crack and I heard shuffling. I moved inside before closing the door and locking it again. He was sitting on the floor in the corner with his head in his knees.

I moved over to him getting down on my knees to try and be eye level with him.

“Hey you're okay, don’t worry it was just an accident. They happen all the time.” He shook his head but still didn’t look up at me but just started hitting his head with his fist. I grabbed his hands, holding them in mine stopping him from hurting himself further.

“Buddy I need you to take a deep breath for me?” I started taking deep breaths myself and placed his hand on my chest so he could feel my breath. Lizzie always told me that physical contact sometimes helped ground her when she was upset so I figured I could try that. It seemed to work as he tried to match my breathing. He was very uneven still but I could see it start working. 

“You’re doing great just like that.” I told him after five more minutes he was able to get his breathing under control and I was now sitting down leaning against the wall with him next to me with his head on my chest. A buzzing sound of my phone rang out slightly scaring him.

“It’s ok just my phone.” I told him and I pulled out the device. It was a text message from Lizzie saying that she had told everyone that we’d be heading out and taking Cade home since it was getting late. And that she was outside the restroom.

Focusing back on Cade, he was way calmer than before, basically asleep on my chest. He was still in his wet pants as a reminder as to why we were here in the first place.

“Hey.” I said softly running my thumb over his cheek softly to wake him just a bit. His eyes fluttered open looking up at me confused. His eyes looked very little in the moment and I had a feeling he was still dropping into a littler headspace. Making me wonder how young his headspace could drop. It seemed he was pretty young so I was really shocked that his parents would let him travel alone like this.

“Let’s get you cleaned up okay?” I asked him and he moved his head off of me, standing up as he shook his head as if to clear it. He stumbled a bit and I quickly moved to get up and steady him.

“It’s okay, just relax.” I moved him over to the toilet so he was standing in front of it for him to see if he still needed to go.

“Here take those off, try to go and I’ll find you something new to wear.” I told him he pulled off his pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. I thought it slightly odd he chose to sit and pee but maybe he preferred it that way. I turned and looked through the bag looking for a new set of clothes. I found a pair of pajama pants and went with those and pulled out a white t-shirt and  black hoodie too knowing it would be cold outside now. 

“Here you go.” I said handing him the clothes without looking. I heard him wipe and the toilet flush before some shuffling of him changing and then him washing his hands. Once he was done I turned to look at him and was met with a very sleepy looking kid. 

“Okay well it’s getting really late so how about Lizzie and I help you get home? Where are you staying?” He definitely wasn’t in the right headspace to be getting home so late on his own so I was going to make sure he did. 

We walked out of the rest room to see Lizzie standing outside of the door. She smiled softly at the two of us and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I didn’t miss how Cade looked surprised at the affection but quickly masked his face. 

“Are you guys ready to get out here, it's pretty late?” Lizzie asked mostly to Cade. He started to look nervous again and his breath started picking up. Lizzie was quick to react, placing her hand on his shoulders and looking him in the eyes. 

“It's okay, slow your breathing for me.” He nodded and followed her breathing calming down. With shaky hands he started to type something out on his phone. 

After a little bit of typing he held the phone out to us and we heard a voice read out his words.

“My contract said Marvel would set up a place for me to stay during shooting but I can find a hotel or something.”  The voice read out. 

“I can go talk to Kevin and see if they have anything setup for you.You guys can head out to the car and I’ll meet you there.” I told the two. Lizzie nodded and I headed back up to talk to Kevin. 

As expected Kevin tried to play it like he had no idea what I was talking about but I reminded him this same thing happened with Tom Holland when he joined the MCU and how much trouble they almost got into with him. After that Kevin tried to say he figured something out within the next couple of days, like the kid didn’t need a place to stay now, so I told him to forget about it and that he could stay with me. 

Lizzie’s POV

Scarlet handed me Cade’s bag and I led him out the back door and took him to Scarlett's BMW i7.

I helped him hop inside the back seat before climbing in the front passenger seat and turning on the car to get the heater going while we waited.

“So you like to skate?” I asked him, looking in the rearview mirror as he spun the wheel of his board and then I turned in my seat to look at him.

He nodded and signed Yes back to me with a smile.

“I like the look of your board, are you also into Space?” I was looking at the design on the bottom of the board. It looked like an astronaut was floating aimlessly in space but the cool thing about it was that he had a drum strapped to his chest and it looked as If he was playing in space.

Cade nodded again and smiled brightly looking down at the board for a second before he pointed at himself and then tapped the astronaut on the board and back to himself.

“Is that you?” I asked putting together what he was trying to express. He nodded again.

“Wow, that's really cool. So you're into space and skateboarding. ” I said to him and he seemed surprised I was showing interest so I gave him a little nudge and an encouraging smile making home start laughing a bit. A second later Scarlett opened the door and hopped in the car.

“What do we have going on here?” She teased looking back at Cade. He chuckled slightly and shook his head.

“He was just showing off his cool skateboard to me.” I boasted and he just shook his head again.

“Well that's cool. Can I see?” Scarlet said encouraging him a bit more and he showed her the board and she said it looked sick as heck causing him to laugh. I smiled huge and enjoyed the laughter Cade was expressing.

“Okay ok let's settle down a bit now. It’s late and we don’t want to get all wound up right before bed.” Scarlett reminded us. Sending a wave of calming pheromones through the car. I immediately relaxed as she did and watched as Cade did too with a small smile on his face.

“Ok fun police.” I joked as I settled down in my seat and turned to her.

“So where were we going?” I kinda forgot we still had to take Cade home.

“Well they didn’t really have any set up yet so I offered for Cadence to stay with us if that was cool with you?” She asked him looking in the rearview mirror. 

He quickly pulled out his phone and typed something out before he played for us. 

“It's okay I can find somewhere I don't want to be a bother.” The automated voice read out. He started to gather his things like he was going to leave the car but Scarlett spoke first.

“No you're not a bother at all. We have the extra space plus we’ll be filming mostly together anyway so it helps with scheduling and rehearsals. Don’t fight me on this one okay?” Scarlett turned on the radio and started driving towards our house not giving him any room to say much of anything else on the matter. I could tell her alpha was talking control now as she has a strong protective nature. We all rode in comfortable silence as the music played. 

About ten minutes into the ride I heard snoring coming from the backseat and saw Cade propped up against the window peacefully sleeping.

“He’s so precious, Scar.” I whispered to her, she glanced in her mirror to look at him and immediately smiled seeing him at peace.

“He is, isn't he? highly anxious too, I wonder what all that about. He’s too young to have to be worried so much.” Looking back at Scarlett she looked deeply worried. I could see the wheel turning in her mind. 

“And I’m just so surprised? What kind of parents send their 16 year old kid to LA on his own, like tell me that’s not weird?” She did have a point especially since the boy had so much anxiety and trouble speaking. 

“We’ll have to ask him about it sometime. See if we can get the full story?” I suggested.

“Do you think I went too alpha on him? Should I have let him get a hotel or something?” She asked me.

“ I don't think so, Scarlett, he is 16 he should be with an adult to watch over him at least. But if he is not comfortable with us we can arrange something else. ” She nodded in agreement as she drove. We were getting close to home so the two of us sat in silence for the rest of the ride. 

Once we got to the house. Scarlett didn’t want to wake the sleeping pup so she carried him inside and upstairs to the spare room we had. Once he was nicely tucked into bed, we left the room and headed to our own room across the hall and were quick to fall asleep too. 

I think I fell asleep for about an hour or two total before I was up again and couldn’t fall back to sleep. This was a regular occurrence for me. Sometimes with my anxiety I wouldn't be able to sleep no matter how hard I tried so I got out of bed and headed down stairs to the living room. I laid down on our huge sofa I had insisted on getting.

I grew up in a big family and we often spent time crammed together on our family couch watching television as we grew up. I still love a good dog pile cuddle session, in fact we had them quite often whenever our friends would come over for a dinner party or movie night. I turned on the tv and made sure the volume was down low before starting another episode of i love lucy. After watching a bunch of old tv sitcoms to help me build on my character Wanda for WandaVision i really got into I love Lucy. 

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Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by critics for being too bombastic, “vulgar”, and “self-indulgent”, came off as dull to my ears. But that was years ago. I recently decided to give Sibelius another shot and I’m starting to understand him better. In 1907, he met Mahler and the two of them had a conversation about the symphony genre. Sibelius said that he loved it for its “severe” style and the logical consistency of connecting multiple movements together via the motifs. Mahler shook his head and said “No, the symphony must be like the world; it should contain everything” and that quote is immortalized by Mahler’s fans and used to explain why his works are so great. But Sibelius’ comparative conservatism doesn’t produce old-fashioned symphonies. This symphony is unusual in the way that probably made me think of this one as boring so many years ago; it’s 45 minutes long but nothing actually “happens” until the last movement. Ironic considering how I’m a Bruckner fan and he is often criticized for filling his symphonic beasts with a whole lotta nothing. So I fundamentally missed the point of what Sibelius was trying to do with this work. He described it himself as “it is as if the Almighty had thrown down the pieces of a mosaic for heaven’s floor and asked me to put them together”. And so the first movement does act like a mosaic being crafted, or a puzzle being put together; it opens with the strings only, playing a pretty and simple chord progression, a three note melody from which the rest of the work springs, before the winds and brass come in with comments. It is the beginning of the sonata movement, but musicologists disagree on when the “second theme” comes in. Is it the long melody played by solo violins? No that comes too soon…is it the awkward modulating pizzicato? Is it the more energetic rush that comes right after that? In the repeat of the three note theme, the orchestra is more flushed out and decorated, like another layer of bricks over the foundation. In the middle, we get fugal-like passage that acts to heighten the drama. It takes us toward the last section, where the music is more flushed out and lyrical, building up again to a brass chorale over shimmering strings, until all of these little ideas come fully together into a shining coda, only to drift off into silence. The next movement opens with a timpani roll, and then a long ostinato on plucked bass. A melody crawls out of the bassoon, one that Sibelius wrote nearby, “Don Juan. I was sitting in the dark in my castle when a stranger entered. I asked who he could be again and again — but there was no answer. I tried to make him laugh but he remained silent. At last the stranger began to sing — then Don Juan knew who it was. It was death”. While this movement is more lyrical than the first, it is not as Romantically sentimental as you would expect. It is interjected with scherzo like string work and mildly dissonant brass. It ends up being an overall heavy movement, with some moments of optimism in what feels like a Beethovenian funeral march. The scherzo is upbeat with a capricious use of the strings. But in the middle of it we get a slow wind passage, which is a tombeau to Sibelius’ sister-in-law who committed suicide. Despite the tragedy, the music seems to stop, and take a new turn toward a budding triumph. The fourth movement bursts through with golden brass, and we get the sense of completion, that this is the moment the work was building up to. Here the music is allowed to raise and be fully expressive, overlaying of a powerful scale motif that drives it forward, and acting as the symphonic mosaic that Sibelius alluded to. He also said that this work is “a confession of the soul”. Movements: 1. Allegretto 2. Tempo andante 3. Vivacissimo 4. Finale: Allegro moderato

mikrokosmos: Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by…

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Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by critics for being too bombastic, “vulgar”, and “self-indulgent”, came off as dull to my ears. But that was years ago. I recently decided to give Sibelius another shot and I’m starting to understand him better. In 1907, he met Mahler and the two of them had a conversation about the symphony genre. Sibelius said that he loved it for its “severe” style and the logical consistency of connecting multiple movements together via the motifs. Mahler shook his head and said “No, the symphony must be like the world; it should contain everything” and that quote is immortalized by Mahler’s fans and used to explain why his works are so great. But Sibelius’ comparative conservatism doesn’t produce old-fashioned symphonies. This symphony is unusual in the way that probably made me think of this one as boring so many years ago; it’s 45 minutes long but nothing actually “happens” until the last movement. Ironic considering how I’m a Bruckner fan and he is often criticized for filling his symphonic beasts with a whole lotta nothing. So I fundamentally missed the point of what Sibelius was trying to do with this work. He described it himself as “it is as if the Almighty had thrown down the pieces of a mosaic for heaven’s floor and asked me to put them together”. And so the first movement does act like a mosaic being crafted, or a puzzle being put together; it opens with the strings only, playing a pretty and simple chord progression, a three note melody from which the rest of the work springs, before the winds and brass come in with comments. It is the beginning of the sonata movement, but musicologists disagree on when the “second theme” comes in. Is it the long melody played by solo violins? No that comes too soon…is it the awkward modulating pizzicato? Is it the more energetic rush that comes right after that? In the repeat of the three note theme, the orchestra is more flushed out and decorated, like another layer of bricks over the foundation. In the middle, we get fugal-like passage that acts to heighten the drama. It takes us toward the last section, where the music is more flushed out and lyrical, building up again to a brass chorale over shimmering strings, until all of these little ideas come fully together into a shining coda, only to drift off into silence. The next movement opens with a timpani roll, and then a long ostinato on plucked bass. A melody crawls out of the bassoon, one that Sibelius wrote nearby, “Don Juan. I was sitting in the dark in my castle when a stranger entered. I asked who he could be again and again — but there was no answer. I tried to make him laugh but he remained silent. At last the stranger began to sing — then Don Juan knew who it was. It was death”. While this movement is more lyrical than the first, it is not as Romantically sentimental as you would expect. It is interjected with scherzo like string work and mildly dissonant brass. It ends up being an overall heavy movement, with some moments of optimism in what feels like a Beethovenian funeral march. The scherzo is upbeat with a capricious use of the strings. But in the middle of it we get a slow wind passage, which is a tombeau to Sibelius’ sister-in-law who committed suicide. Despite the tragedy, the music seems to stop, and take a new turn toward a budding triumph. The fourth movement bursts through with golden brass, and we get the sense of completion, that this is the moment the work was building up to. Here the music is allowed to raise and be fully expressive, overlaying of a powerful scale motif that drives it forward, and acting as the symphonic mosaic that Sibelius alluded to. He also said that this work is “a confession of the soul”. Movements: 1. Allegretto 2. Tempo andante 3. Vivacissimo 4. Finale: Allegro moderato

mikrokosmos: Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by…

[dariaandjanelanefanboy]

Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by critics for being too bombastic, “vulgar”, and “self-indulgent”, came off as dull to my ears. But that was years ago. I recently decided to give Sibelius another shot and I’m starting to understand him better. In 1907, he met Mahler and the two of them had a conversation about the symphony genre. Sibelius said that he loved it for its “severe” style and the logical consistency of connecting multiple movements together via the motifs. Mahler shook his head and said “No, the symphony must be like the world; it should contain everything” and that quote is immortalized by Mahler’s fans and used to explain why his works are so great. But Sibelius’ comparative conservatism doesn’t produce old-fashioned symphonies. This symphony is unusual in the way that probably made me think of this one as boring so many years ago; it’s 45 minutes long but nothing actually “happens” until the last movement. Ironic considering how I’m a Bruckner fan and he is often criticized for filling his symphonic beasts with a whole lotta nothing. So I fundamentally missed the point of what Sibelius was trying to do with this work. He described it himself as “it is as if the Almighty had thrown down the pieces of a mosaic for heaven’s floor and asked me to put them together”. And so the first movement does act like a mosaic being crafted, or a puzzle being put together; it opens with the strings only, playing a pretty and simple chord progression, a three note melody from which the rest of the work springs, before the winds and brass come in with comments. It is the beginning of the sonata movement, but musicologists disagree on when the “second theme” comes in. Is it the long melody played by solo violins? No that comes too soon…is it the awkward modulating pizzicato? Is it the more energetic rush that comes right after that? In the repeat of the three note theme, the orchestra is more flushed out and decorated, like another layer of bricks over the foundation. In the middle, we get fugal-like passage that acts to heighten the drama. It takes us toward the last section, where the music is more flushed out and lyrical, building up again to a brass chorale over shimmering strings, until all of these little ideas come fully together into a shining coda, only to drift off into silence. The next movement opens with a timpani roll, and then a long ostinato on plucked bass. A melody crawls out of the bassoon, one that Sibelius wrote nearby, “Don Juan. I was sitting in the dark in my castle when a stranger entered. I asked who he could be again and again — but there was no answer. I tried to make him laugh but he remained silent. At last the stranger began to sing — then Don Juan knew who it was. It was death”. While this movement is more lyrical than the first, it is not as Romantically sentimental as you would expect. It is interjected with scherzo like string work and mildly dissonant brass. It ends up being an overall heavy movement, with some moments of optimism in what feels like a Beethovenian funeral march. The scherzo is upbeat with a capricious use of the strings. But in the middle of it we get a slow wind passage, which is a tombeau to Sibelius’ sister-in-law who committed suicide. Despite the tragedy, the music seems to stop, and take a new turn toward a budding triumph. The fourth movement bursts through with golden brass, and we get the sense of completion, that this is the moment the work was building up to. Here the music is allowed to raise and be fully expressive, overlaying of a powerful scale motif that drives it forward, and acting as the symphonic mosaic that Sibelius alluded to. He also said that this work is “a confession of the soul”. Movements: 1. Allegretto 2. Tempo andante 3. Vivacissimo 4. Finale: Allegro moderato

mikrokosmos: Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by…

[hushilda]

Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by critics for being too bombastic, “vulgar”, and “self-indulgent”, came off as dull to my ears. But that was years ago. I recently decided to give Sibelius another shot and I’m starting to understand him better. In 1907, he met Mahler and the two of them had a conversation about the symphony genre. Sibelius said that he loved it for its “severe” style and the logical consistency of connecting multiple movements together via the motifs. Mahler shook his head and said “No, the symphony must be like the world; it should contain everything” and that quote is immortalized by Mahler’s fans and used to explain why his works are so great. But Sibelius’ comparative conservatism doesn’t produce old-fashioned symphonies. This symphony is unusual in the way that probably made me think of this one as boring so many years ago; it’s 45 minutes long but nothing actually “happens” until the last movement. Ironic considering how I’m a Bruckner fan and he is often criticized for filling his symphonic beasts with a whole lotta nothing. So I fundamentally missed the point of what Sibelius was trying to do with this work. He described it himself as “it is as if the Almighty had thrown down the pieces of a mosaic for heaven’s floor and asked me to put them together”. And so the first movement does act like a mosaic being crafted, or a puzzle being put together; it opens with the strings only, playing a pretty and simple chord progression, a three note melody from which the rest of the work springs, before the winds and brass come in with comments. It is the beginning of the sonata movement, but musicologists disagree on when the “second theme” comes in. Is it the long melody played by solo violins? No that comes too soon…is it the awkward modulating pizzicato? Is it the more energetic rush that comes right after that? In the repeat of the three note theme, the orchestra is more flushed out and decorated, like another layer of bricks over the foundation. In the middle, we get fugal-like passage that acts to heighten the drama. It takes us toward the last section, where the music is more flushed out and lyrical, building up again to a brass chorale over shimmering strings, until all of these little ideas come fully together into a shining coda, only to drift off into silence. The next movement opens with a timpani roll, and then a long ostinato on plucked bass. A melody crawls out of the bassoon, one that Sibelius wrote nearby, “Don Juan. I was sitting in the dark in my castle when a stranger entered. I asked who he could be again and again — but there was no answer. I tried to make him laugh but he remained silent. At last the stranger began to sing — then Don Juan knew who it was. It was death”. While this movement is more lyrical than the first, it is not as Romantically sentimental as you would expect. It is interjected with scherzo like string work and mildly dissonant brass. It ends up being an overall heavy movement, with some moments of optimism in what feels like a Beethovenian funeral march. The scherzo is upbeat with a capricious use of the strings. But in the middle of it we get a slow wind passage, which is a tombeau to Sibelius’ sister-in-law who committed suicide. Despite the tragedy, the music seems to stop, and take a new turn toward a budding triumph. The fourth movement bursts through with golden brass, and we get the sense of completion, that this is the moment the work was building up to. Here the music is allowed to raise and be fully expressive, overlaying of a powerful scale motif that drives it forward, and acting as the symphonic mosaic that Sibelius alluded to. He also said that this work is “a confession of the soul”. Movements: 1. Allegretto 2. Tempo andante 3. Vivacissimo 4. Finale: Allegro moderato

mikrokosmos: Sibelius – Symphony no. 2 in D Major (1902) Of all the major composers I post and talk about, Sibelius is probably at the bottom of the list. And that, I admit, is because it took me a long time to appreciate him. Even this symphony, which was praised by audiences but panned by…

[cyncerity]

This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

…

Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

The mouth was hotter than he thought it would be, and way stuffier, too. He supposed the mask filtering and blocking out fresh air had something to do with that, but he didn’t have much time to deal with that before he started getting pushed around the damp, dark area. It took him a short while to realize that it was Wil’s tongue pushing him around. Tommy kicked at it a bit in discomfort, but Wil didn’t show any sign of stopping. Tommy thought about shouting to him before his rational thought kicked in; oh yeah, he’d probably have to be at least a bit damp for Wil to swallow comfortably. He stopped kicking.

He had no idea when Wilbur’s comfort in this situation became important to him. He also had no idea when the idea of being swallowed stopped being so overwhelmingly terrifying.

He soon found himself being drawn to the back of the throat, his feet entering the narrow fleshy passageway. He cringed a bit at the weird feeling before hearing a questioning hum from all around him. It felt like a huge concert where the bass boomed so loud you swore you could feel your heart vibrate. Tommy hoped it wouldn’t be that loud once he reached the storage area. “I’m good!” Tommy shouted in response, patting the now still tongue below him. After another hum signaling that Wilbur had heard him, he was quickly pulled the rest of the way into the giant’s gullet. He felt a gentle pressure from where he assumed the front of Wil’s neck was; ‘his fingers,’ Tommy thought. ‘Wil is tracing my way down with his fingers.’ The image of his luggage going down the throat crossed his mind, and he found himself mindlessly wondering what he looked like right now; if the lump he made was any bigger than his luggage. Or if to any passerby (not that there were any, he hoped) he would look inconspicuous, like some random piece of food that some random giant was eating, not a teenage boy that was probably going to be put on every missing poster and milk carton available within the next few days. That thought filled him with a giddy sort of relief. As much as people were aware that this whole swallowing thing was legal with the right permission, it still wasn’t a common thing to do unless you were one of the very few humans who had known a giant for years. No one would suspect Wilbur, just some random giant, to be housing Tommy. The plan was foolproof.

He was snapped out of his spiral of thoughts when everything around him suddenly got much louder. The heavy bass feeling was back, but this time it was in a steady, strong rhythm. Tommy realized he must have passed down under the collarbones and that he was now passing Wil’s heart, which meant he was almost-

He fell into an open area suddenly, much bigger than the mouth had been, and felt the ground below him and the walls around him vibrate with a loud gurgle. He paced around for a minute letting his eyes slightly adjust to the darkness (as much as they could, given the fact that there was no light whatsoever) before he saw a faint outline of his bags. He quickly made his way over and blindly searched for one of the flashlights he had packed. After a few more minutes of searching, he pulled it out and turned it on to reveal the pink, almost pulsating, fleshy walls. He heard a slight chuckle from above him and watched in fascination as one of the bigger walls of the pouch pushed in slightly, causing more, albeit less loud gurgles.

“I take it you found your stuff.” Wilbur said, and Tommy could hear the smile on his voice. “How could you tell?” Tommy shouted back, not knowing of Wil would even be able to hear him from there. There was another soft laugh as Tommy heard his phone vibrate from one of his bag’s pockets. He pulled it out to find it was image sent from Wilbur, showing that from the outside, there was a dim glow from his midsection, and an even fainter outline of himself. He laughed out loud, mostly in disbelief at the photo. There he was, barely a shadow to be seen through Wil’s organs. He was actually here; he’d actually done it, and that photo was undeniable proof. “Oh my god!” he shouted again, this time even looking up to the “ceiling” of the “room” as if that would help communication any better. “That looks fucking sick!” “No need to shout, child, I can hear you fine.” Wilbur responded. “I’ll tell you when you’re good to have the flashlight on or off; my family isn’t really ok with me doing these sorts of things, so let’s keep this between us, ok?” “Why not?” Tommy asked, now genuinely curious.

“Why should they? Think about this from my perspective; I just let a random teenager into my body, no background check or anything. For all I or my family know, you could be a renowned giant killer. Maybe you smuggled a knife in there and are planning to stab me from the inside out, i don’t fucking know. Of course, i don’t think you are, Tom, but it’s a hypothetical. I agreed to this with you because I like to think I’m a good judge of character, and you remind me too much of me when i was younger to not like you. But now I have to go about things way more carefully; I can’t fall, I can’t lay down without telling you first, I can’t store what I normally do, it can get a bit overwhelming, y’know?”

Tommy hadn’t even thought about that. How all of this was affecting Wilbur. He looked down at himself, placing a hand on his own stomach.

God, what is Wilbur feeling right now? Can he feel Tommy walk around? Can he feel him breathe? He had no idea how he would go about being entirely responsible for the life of an entire other person, but he was making Wilbur do it. He felt a little bit like an asshole now. “If it’s so much of a hassle, why do it? And why do it so cheap?”

“It’s…kinda complicated. A lot of it is to help giants and humans get along. I want people to see my species better, I want a human’s first experience with a giant to be good. I have a lot of human friends, so i like to think I know how to talk and act around you guys. But, my friends are another part of it. I, uh, you mind if this gets a little bit weird for a second? I’ve been told this can be a little bit of an awkward topic for humans.”

Well, that was a way to pique Tommy’s curiosity if there ever was one. “Go on, big man, and, if it makes you feel better, you made my first interaction with a giant go great.”

Wilbur laughed again, and he heard genuine happiness in his voice as he thanked him and then continued on with the explanation. “It’s just, uh, humans..taste good. Like, better than you’d expect. I read that it was something different about a giant’s taste buds or something, but humans taste good. Also, i generally just…like the feeling of having people in my storage. As weird as that may be.”

“What did i taste like?” Tommy asked, not a hint of concern or distrust coloring his voice. “…strawberries, maybe a bit of vanilla cream. Sweet, and a little bit bitter, like some odd mix of dark and white chocolate, all covering a strawberry.” Wilbur answered, and Tommy could practically hear the man licking his lips before he piped up again. “I’m so sorry, that’s probably weird to hear, I didn’t mean to go into that much detail, it’s just-“ “No worries, big man, I’m glad i was delicious enough that you’re getting embarrassed talking about it. Boosts my self esteem, and also gives me plenty to make fun of you for later.” He heard Wilbur laugh out loud, the joyful sound vibrating the chamber around him. “Alright, remind me I have to get some dirt on you eventually. But, as it stands now, I should probably get the fuck out of the human territory before I actually get arrested. I don’t know how human cops would do that, but i’m sure there’s some kind of procedure i don’t want to see. So we’ll have to stop talking for a bit here while I walk back to the giant side to get my car, then I can drive us home.” “Sounds good, Wilby.” Tommy said, and he could hear a snort of laughter above him, but no verbal response. Oh, this would be so much fun, Wilbur was so easy to tease. For the first time in a long time, Tommy was glad that that hell of a house never stripped Tommy of his Tommy-ness. That no matter the strain or fear or pain, his sarcasm and unique sense of humor remained.

As he felt the gentle swaying of his “room” caused by Wilbur’s walking, he gently sat to the floor and let himself bask in the reality that he was free. Sure, there was still a bit left to do to ensure that he’d stay free, but for right now, he was happy here with Wilbur; with this giant stranger who treated him better than his so-called family ever had.

He felt tears of relief and more than anything joy pour down his face as he sobbed quietly, trying not to alert Wil. He didn’t want him to think something was wrong when it was really quite the opposite. For the first time in so, so long, things were looking up. He was safe. He was cared for.

Tommy had never been happier.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

(Not my gif)

Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school. 

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

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 She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

***

“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.” Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

***

She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as  Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing  her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.