#wanna kiss him and absolve him of all sins

[holbrookism]

boyd crowder has bewitched me body and soul

[roanniom]

i can’t stop thinking about virgin! eddie being so embarrassed about coming after like 3 seconds and he keeps apologizing and says he wants to make up for it😩😩

Okay for You

Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV / unprotected sex, uncertainty but it resolves

“Jesus fucking Christ, holy mother of fucking god,” he’s stuttering as you lower yourself down on him. His fingertips dig into the meat of your hips so hard you can most certainly count on bruises tomorrow. He’s a lot to take but it feels good as you sink down, giving him a wincing grin.

“Didn’t know the town satan worshiper was so religious,” you tease, lightly sliding the tip of your index finger up and down the naked expanse of his chest in the shape of a cross. “Do you wanna be absolved of sin or do you wanna cum?

“Fuck, you can’t just–,” Eddie bucks up into you harshly and you laugh. Your laugh gets brighter when you notice the furrow in his brow and the desperation in his eyes.

“Choose sin, Eddie. I know you wanna cum.”

“Quit talking about cumming, I’m gonna fucking bust,” he whines out. You roll your hips, once, twice.

“Cum on the dark side, Eddie. We’ve got pussy.”

You’re straight up giggling at your own absurdity and at how far gone he is in under a minutes. His eyes roll back in his head and his mouth drops open in a heady groan, hips stuttering upwards as he spills deep inside you. You ground your hands on his shoulders and bear down on him so that he feels fully encased and snug through his orgasm.

Eddie, it turns out, is fucking beautiful when he cums. Pink tinges the high points of his cheeks, getting darker around his ears and flushing crimson down his neck to his chest. His wet lips are open as he gasps down air, eyelids shut tight against the intensity of his release.

It takes him a minute, but the second he realizes what’s happened, his hands are off your thighs and covering his face in mortification.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“That good, handsome?” you ask smugly, not quite noticing the tonal shift yet.

“No its…well yeah but I didn’t…that was too…fuck I’m so sorry.” When he finishes rambling he sits up and pulls his hands from his face, revealing an almost teary eyed expression. Your eyebrows shoot up in response.

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong?” you ask, suddenly a lot softer, your hand curling around his forearm to pull him so he stops biting at a nail.

“I just blew my load in 0.5 seconds like a fucking virgin.”

You stare at him for a second before breaking out into hysterical giggles. He looks affronted at first, but as you keep laugh the corner of his mouth quirks a little.

“What?”

“Eddie, you are a virgin,” you clarify, though you immediately amend it. “Were a virgin. I kinda expected it, to be honest.”

Eddie huffs a laugh but sits a bit straighter. He’s still inside you, growing soft, but you like the closeness so you don’t get up just get.

“What? You didn’t think I’d be a mind blowing lover?” he asks and your glad he’s back to making jokes. You shrug.

“You’ve got a big dick, so you’re not that far off to begin with. If we work on your stamina you could be blowing my back out in no time.”

You watch him short circuit as he stares at you and you definitely don’t miss the way his dick twitches inside of you.

“Yeah?” he asks. It’s hesitant. You lean forward and give him a kiss that answers all his questions - bruising and wet and probing and dirty - and his lips chase yours when you pull away.

“You’ll be Fabio in no time,” you promise with a cheeky smile.

“I wanna make you cum,” Eddie replies earnestly. His hands are back on your thighs, smoothing up and down. “I’m so fucking pissed I didn’t make you cum. ‘M sorry.”

“Eddie, don’t be sorry,” you reassure him. You go to kiss him again and he melts, mewling desperately and leaning into the affection. It turns you on so much that this scary, beautiful man is putty beneath you. So much so that you feel yourself growing needy and snake a hand down between you to start playing with your clit.

The friction causes you to squeeze around his rapidly re-hardening cock. He jolts at the feeling.

“What’re you…?” he breaks away to ask you, eyes trailing down to your ministrations. “Oh fuck are you…are you touching yourself?”

“Mhm. You’re making me feel good, Eds. I kinda have to,” you confirm with a chuckle. He watches you for a moment before he slides his hand down your abdomen tentatively.

“Can…can I do it?”

You’re panting a bit at this point. Worked up again from the lack of satisfaction the first time around.

“You wanna?” you ask, kind of hoping he’ll say no so you can get yourself off before he cums prematurely again. You can feel his hips beginning to cant lightly, teasing you with the pressure.

“Please,” he practically whispers and you can deny him so you pull you hand away. What you aren’t expecting is for him to grab it and wrap his lips around your wet fingers. Your eyes blow wide and your pussy clenches around his cock, making him groan around his mouthful.

“Eddie…” you say quietly. He blinks at you before pulling your fingers from his mouth with a pop and reaching down to press his own circles into your clit.

It’s juuuuust off. Another millimeter and you’ll feel great. You roll your hips to try and get him where you need him, but unfortunately the slide of his cock inside of you distracts him, making him freeze up and moan. So you take matters into your own hands, literally, grabbing his wrist and pulling at him so that he’s on the right spot.

“Yeah? Right there?”

He’s seeking genuine reassurance, but your brain hears the questions as dirty talk, making you roll your hips again.

“Fuck. Yeah. Yeah right there.”

You begin grinding on him in earnest while he continues to play with you. After a few moments you grab his free hand to bring it from your hip to grope your breast. His eyes practically bug out of his head.

“Oh wow,” Eddie says.

You want to laugh at how easy he is. But it’s starting to feel really good, and you’re so pent up at this point you decide just to chase it.

“Say something,” you breathe out. Eddie looks confused.

“Like…like what?”

“Just - fuck. I don’t know. Talk dirty.” You’re doing your best not to ride him fully, because you can see the way all of his muscles are starting to tense. You hope that by giving him a task it’ll distract him long enough so you can cum.

“Uh you’re…you’re just like…so fucking beautiful—,”

“Eds,” you let out a frustrated chuckle. “That’s not dirty talk—.”

“So f-fucking beautiful on my cock,” he continues as if you hadn’t interrupted him. “Want you to cum. You’re so wet, bet you need it so bad.”

Well shit.

Recently de-virgin-ed Eddie had found your weakness and it’s condescension. Your pussy squeezes him and you let out a moan that has him grinning through a hiss.

“You need it, huh? Just desperate to cum, huh baby?”

Baby is a new pet name and you love it. You nod and his finger picks up it’s pace on your clit, his other hand following your earlier lead by playing with and tugging at your nipples.

“Need it, Eds.”

“Oh I need it, too, baby. Shoulda happened the first time, but I need you to feel good now, ok?” There’s a sincerity behind the lightest layer of teasing. He can’t really tease fully. Not when he’s on the brink of cumming again as it is.

But the laser focused eye contact he’s locked you in is doing plenty for you.

“Ok.”

“Ok,” Eddie repeats in a hum. His free hand goes to the back of your neck and pulls you down to him so he can grace you with a wet, sucking kiss. He bites your plush lower lip and lets his free hand tighten in your hair.

“Oh god, Eddie,” you whimper against his lips.

“Fuuuuck, I’ve been waiting to hear you like this,” Eddie groans.

You’re basically just cock warming him at this point with a little humping mixed in. But you’re really impatient at this point, so the constant roll of your hips is taking you further than it usually would.

Eddie’s free hand slides from your hair down your back to grab a a handful of your ass. He guides your gyrating hips up and down your cock just that much more and now you’re panting.

“Eddie,” you whine. “I’m close.”

“Holy shit. Seriously?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows shooting up. Clearly shocked.

“Yeah, handsome. You’re fucking me so good.”

You both know it’s an exaggeration. But you’re impatient to cum at this point and eager to praise the beautiful man beneath you. He preens and licks his lips.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so good, baby. Wanna make you feel so good. Please, just let me baby. Wanna…oh fuck…please.” He’s rambling at this point and you know he’s close. You bring your hands to either side of his face, framing his jaw.

“Look at me, handsome,” you breathe. You’re so close at this point. His hazy eyes find yours.

“Baby…” he says, eyelids fluttering. He looks just so absolutely destroyed - that’s what ultimately gets you. That this man is losing his damn mind over you but holding out as long as he can so you feel pleasure.

That pleasure washes over you in that moment, along with a cry of Eddie’s name. You collapse over him and cling to him as your pussy spasms around his aching cock. It blows Eddie’s ever loving mind to feel your body reacting to him so strongly. His last bit of resolve snaps like a fucking twig and suddenly he’s clutching you to him and fucking up into you.

“Baby-oh fuck. Baby, yes. God.” He’s gasping and panting and then his hips are stuttering. He goes still, cumming inside you for the second time tonight.

You’re so full. Two loads of cum and his already oversized cock. But even better is how he holds you. Big arms surround you and keep you grounded against his body, even as twitching aftershocks rock him.

It’s a few moments before you’re properly able to do anything other than relish in the feeling of his overwhelming presence. It’s the persistent ache in your muscles that spurs you into action.

“Eddie…I’ve gotta move…”

“Oh fuck, sorry!” He’s quick to release you, letting you peel yourself from his sweaty skin and gingerly climb off of him. Before you can move any further he jumps up. “Wait let me just…”

He’s back in a moment with a wash cloth - warm, you notice in the back of your hazy mind. He lightly cleans you up, missing the heart eyes you direct his way from the sheer gentleness of his movements.

Eddie is so caring. So sweet and bumbling and eager and awkward and you can’t help but beam back at him when he sends a smile your way. He settles back on the bed with you hesitantly.

“Was that…was that okay for you?” he asks.

“I should be asking you that,” you counter, slapping at his arm. He’s having none of it, though, instead grabbing you and pulling you into his arms.

“Well I fucking came twice so I don’t think it’s really a question, baby.”

“Hmmm I like when you call me baby,” you coo. You’re a boneless mass of gooey feelings now, encased in Eddie’s arms. The skin around his eyes crinkles and his dimples deepen.

“Oh yeah? You like being my baby?” You don’t miss the way his flush gets deeper but you relish in the newfound confidence in his voice.

“I love being your baby, Eds.”

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[slaasherslut]

Sinners Paradise

Summary: Bo sees you as nothing but a filthy sinner in dire need of absolution, and he will do what it takes to give it to you.

Warning: smut, oral (male receiving), religious imagery, religious themes, daddy kink, dacryphilia, over stimulation, facial

2.2k Words

Bo strode through the large doors of the Ambrose church. Eyes scanned the room for any sign of you among the backs of the heads of the wax figures as he adjusted the black suit jacket that covered his shoulders. 

The note you had left him in his garage was still clutched in his hand.

"meet me in the church at 4:30. wear your usual church clothes."

He glanced down at his watch to double check he had the right time before shoving it in his back pocket. He was right on time. It was just a matter of if you were here already waiting for him or if you were yet to arrive. Bo was absolutely clueless as to why you wanted to meet him here. You weren't exactly one for religion, that much was obvious, but you wanted him to wear his church clothes that he usually wore to deceive outsiders. So it's possible there were plans of tourists being there he just wasn't in the loop on since he was pretty busy most of the day. Maybe you wanted to put on a show of being the concerned townsfolk for them. That wasn't uncommon, seeing as you have been involved in the family business with the Sinclair boys for a while now. You never physically got blood on your hands but you were no saint by any means. Being a woman meant that for some reason people trusted you more, felt safer with you, more apt to follow you blindly. Well, until they realized you were just lining them up like pigs for slaughter.

"Y/N, darlin'!" His voice called out as the notes echoed around the walls. He still couldn't see you but your sweet giggle let him know you were here.

"Took you long enough!" Your voice surrounded him as you stepped out from behind the wax figure of the pastor placed near the altar at the head of the church. Once his eyes lock with yours, you share a sweet smile which he reciprocates, striding up to where you stood next to the wax man.

“I don’ know what yer talkin’ ‘bout. I'm on time, you're the early riser here.” As he approaches, you raise a hand out for him to take. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss to your knuckles.

"Why'd yah drag me all the way out 'ere, Darlin'?" His hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tousling through the styled hair at the base of his skull. 

“Just wanted some one on one time with you is all.” A blush erupts over your cheeks.

Bo chuckles. “And you thought the best place for that would be in the fuckin’ church?” It's like he knew what you were thinking, he always could. It's like he could read you like an open book. You were always open to him, for him.

“Quite an interestin’ spot for you to get taken in but sure, i’ll indulge your little fantasy.” His hands come up to rest on both of your cheeks before rubbing one of his thumbs down to your lips. You immediately take it in your mouth and wrap your plump lips around the digit, running your tongue along the underside. The residual taste of his hard work day on his hands assaults your taste buds.

"Little one, you reek of nothin' but the foulest sins." His voice was a husky erotic whisper. He withdraws his thumb from your mouth and trails the mess you left behind down your jaw and to your throat. His hand gives a soft squeeze which causes your breath to hitch and your thighs to constrict. 

"Wanna absolve those sins of yours, darlin'? Yeah? Then suck daddy's cock."

As soon as those words left his mouth you dropped to your knees, hands immediately going for Bo's belt. Your hands shook with anticipation as you unbuttoned his dress pants, pulling down them along with his boxers in one tug halfway down his toned thighs. Bo's half hard cock bounced before your eyes as it was sprung free from its cage. You held him at the base, steadying him so you could spit on the head of his dick and work it down his shaft with your hands. You looked up into his waiting eyes as you jerked his cock to its full stiffness. 

"C'mon sugar, I'm gettin' impatient." Bo smirked as he looked down at you, one hand tangling itself at the roots of your hair. "Open those pretty lips of yours an' take the flesh of God down your fuckin' throat."

You didn't want to keep him waiting any longer as you popped the head of his cock in your mouth and gave it a good hard suck. A low groan rumbled from deep within his diaphragm as he finally felt the heavenly sensation of your warm mouth on him. You swirl your tongue around the head of his dick a few times before kitten licking the pre cum he was leaking, your eyes never break contact with his. His chest heaves with each lick. You can see the anticipation in his face as you finally give in and inch your mouth down on his cock. He lets out a quiet moan as his head hits the back of your throat. You stay in that position for a moment, swallowing around him. Your eyes well up from the intrusion. You pull his cock almost all the way out of your mouth to give yourself a minuscule amount of oxygen. You bob your head on him, the sound of Bo growling and baring his teeth at your actions fuels your movements. You begin to move your mouth faster on him.

You're confused as he pulls you off of him and takes a step back, losing your balance and tumbling forward on your knees. Your hands fly out to brace yourself against the rough wood. Bo holds his base tightly in his hand. He felt so close to cumming but he wasn't quite ready yet, he still wanted more from you. He nods his head in the direction behind you and smirks. 

"Get your sweet ass on tha' altar, Darlin'. I wanna worship this sweet body o'yours."

You rise to your feet and jump up to sit on the altar behind you. The back of it is littered with candles that were half burned from years of use as a facade. Bo strides up to you, you pull your legs up so your feet are flat on the table, giving him a little taste of what's up your skirt. Which is nothing. Your legs spread as he walks in between them. His breath hitches when he sees your already wet, naked pussy. His hands glide up your legs, stopping at the top of your thighs and giving them a harsh squeeze. He leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your flushed cheeks. 

"I'm a lucky man, Darlin'. Bein' between these thighs of yours is like heaven." His voice was a low drawl that went straight to your loins. 

He felt the way your lower half clenched at his words, his chuckle echoed around the room. Bo gave you a single, harsh wet kiss as he pressed his hand with spread fingers against your rib cage. He pushed you back so you were laying on the altar. The lewd image of you spread out for him in a place so holy made his cock ache for you. Bo wanted nothing more than to make you quake under him, the only thing that would make this unholy experience better would be if he deflowered you. Committing such a vile act in a place such as this. In the place where his first tricks upon tourists are played, in the place where his mothers corpse was in a coffin just a few feet away. Neither of you cared though. He pulled your body closer to the edge of the table and began lazily rubbing the head of his dick up and down between the lips of your soaking wet cunt.

"You don' have the devil in ya yet, sweetheart, but yah will." Bo smirked as he slowly slid his cock inside you, not stopping until his pelvis was pressed tightly against you. An involuntary gasp escaped the both of you as you felt your walls stretch to fit tight around his girth. He sucked in a breath as he began rolling his hips to wiggle himself deeper inside, gently prodding at your cervix each time. His movement caused the small patch of hair just above his cock to rub against your clit, giving you a jolt of pleasure with each roll.

"Fuck- sweetheart, s'fuckin' tight." Bo groans as he feels your walls tighten with every roll of his hips. He throws your legs over his shoulders and without warning begins harshly thrusting inside of you. He's given you ample time to adjust to his size, and now he's going to give you the absolution you desired. Your clit is feeling amazing and Bo is fucking you so incredibly deep. He always hits the parts inside of you that make you cry and squirm on his large cock. You feel like you're being torn in half while Bo continues his assault on your ruined cunt. Tears are streaming down your face as you babble incoherent words. His cock is too much for you with how overstimulated you've become in such a short time and he knows that. 

A smug grin tugs at Bo's lips, groaning at your pathetic lack of self control.

"Y'look so pretty when you cry on my cock, baby."

Bo loves watching the effect he has on you when hes inside you and you go absolutely dumb on his cock. The boost to his ego creates an almost godlike pride in his chest.

"You gonna cum for me already, Darlin'? Gonna cum on this cock?" Bo drawls out, but is just met with a dumb, fucked out look across your face and a mess of babbles and groans.

"Fuck, you just squeezed me s'good, baby. I can tell you're close." 

You know that Bo feels like he's about to burst too. His thrusts get more erratic in an effort to make you cum before does. Groans more frequently tumble out of him. With a few more thrusts you're creaming all over his thick cock. You can't help but squirm as you work through your orgasm. His thrusts never waver. He fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. The over stimulation is unbearable at this point. Your moans reverberated off the church walls like a choir song as you came down from your intense orgasm. 

Bo continued his assault on your raw cunt to chase his own high. He thrusts himself inside you a few more times until he feels the impending pleasure taking hold. He pulls himself out and hastily jerks himself off, pulling your limp form off of the table and collapsing onto the floor to face him. Your knees hit the wooden church floor with a harsh smack. The bruises that were sure to form on your knees being a shocking reminder of the vile deeds that were committed on such holy ground. He stands over you, light emanating from the window behind him creating a false halo around his head and shining through his now sweat ridden hair. He looked like an angel from a renaissance painting. Powerful, glorious, holy. But this was no angel, this was Bo Sinclair, and this was the closest thing you would get to being the devil's little whore. 

The hand that wasn't pumping his cock came down the side of your face, giving you a few quick slaps to your cheek.

"Open tha' pretty little mouth f'me." He was so fucking close he could barely keep himself contained. Bo thinks you look beautiful like this- eyes rolled back, breathing heavy, tongue lolled out between your pretty lips. The sight is enough to make his core explode, the only thing missing is the cum he wants to cover your face with.

He throws his head back and a loud groan of your name emits from deep within him. He strokes his cock as long, thick ropes of cum cover over every inch of your fucked out face. Looking back down at you to watch as his seed covered your beautiful features. The movements of his hands slow as he rides out the rest of his high. Both of your chests heave and bodies pulse. Bo had never cum so hard in his entire life, he felt like he had been wrapped in eternal bliss. Bo chuckled.

“Amen Darlin’. Now let's get ya cleaned up wit’ some o’ that holy water over there, yeah? That's no way to be lookin’ in a church you little whore.”

☾ notes: This was a bit longer than my usual so it took a bit longer to come out, plus i needed this to be perfect. im actually so proud of this one. i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

The Wedding Night

Word count: 4900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Jack running his filthy mouth; mentions of virginity and defloration; mentions of lack of experience; gorgeous lingerie; one light spanking; fingering/F receiving; oral sex/F receiving; oral sex/M receiving; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; breeding kink; mentions of anal sex; mentions of blowjobs/gagging; mentions of sex toys/dildos; alcohol; marijuana

@quica-quica-quica - My love, this is what my brain did when we talked about me writing something for you that was "Xtra filthy Whiskey with a little fluff" ... You can drag me off to horny jail now, LOL. My work here is done! :D

A very special Thank You to @babypedrito for beta-reading and absolving me of all of my horny-jail sins.

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"Are you nervous, honey?"

"No, I don't think so... well, maybe a little. Will it hurt?"

"Oh darlin' I hope not. I'll be real gentle with you."

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The wedding had been elegant and fun and a little flashy, just like Jack.

The sheer number of guests had been stressful, but you had been blissed out all day, letting Jack spin you around the dance floor as many times as he could at the reception. You didn't want to start your wedding night exhausted, so you and Jack had opted for a mid-morning ceremony followed by a lunch reception. Statesman had splashed out for all of the liquor and an open bar, but you had been so busy greeting your guests and smiling for pictures that you hadn't had time to sip a full glass of champagne, let alone eat anything. The minute you and Jack arrived at your honeymoon suite, he had placed an order for room service and given you orders to eat, shower, and take a nap.

God, you loved that man. He was sassy and stubborn, but he did take excellent care of you.

When you woke, the last of the evening sun was streaming through your balcony doors. You stretched and yawned. The bed was empty, so you wandered out into the sitting room. Poor Jack was half-undressed and passed out on the sofa in front of a muted football game, the TV remote rising and falling on his chest as he snored softly. You shook his arm gently, "Baby?"

His dark eyes popped open and he smiled at you. "Hey, darlin'. Did you get some rest?"

"Yeah, Jack, I did. Thank you."

"Well I can't have you all tuckered out before we even get started. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me." He winked at you.

You smiled at him and fluttered your eyelashes. "And are we going to get started soon? I'll need to change into my wedding night ensemble."

He sat up and grabbed your arm, pulling you down onto his lap as you squealed.

"Do you have to change? You look just fine as you are, honey."

You laughed. You had napped in an old undershirt of Jack's and nothing else except your wedding and engagement rings. You cooed softly at him as you rubbed your hand against his chest. "But Jack, baby, I bought it just for tonight. We only get to do this once, and I wanted to make it special for you."

He scowled as if he wanted to say no. You decided to pout your lower lip out just a little and sweeten your voice. "Please, baby? Please let me wear my special lingerie for you. It's my first request as your wife."

He pretended that he was giving in resentfully. "Alright, darlin'. If it'll make you happy."

You kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Oh, Jack. I think we'll both be very happy." You stood up off his lap and he swatted your bottom playfully.

"Now, now. None of that." You shook one finger at him playfully. "Just give me a few minutes and you can go lie down in the bedroom while I get ready. I'll meet you in there."

You bounced into the bedroom to grab what you needed, then locked yourself in the bathroom to freshen up. You heard Jack groan as he stretched and got up from the couch, soft footsteps moving to the bedroom. You caught your own eyes in the mirror and grinned. This was going to be so good.

It didn't take you long to get dressed, because your wedding night "ensemble" consisted of just three pieces. You had purchased an ivory-white babydoll nightgown with a big satin bow centered between the lace cups. The gown's skirt was billowy and entirely sheer, and the satin-ribbon hem hit you just at the top of your thighs. The back featured a slit from the band all the way down, forming a flyaway opening. There was a matching ivory lace thong with an open crotch, and you had found coordinating ivory marabou slippers with a kitten heel to tie things off. You were dressed in two minutes. All that was left was a quick touch-up of perfume and mascara, and a few deep breaths.

You opened the door a crack and called out to him. "You ready, baby? No peeking!"

"I'm not peeking."

You poked your head out to see Jack sitting against the pillows on the king-sized bed, hands dutifully placed over both eyes. You slunk out the door and stood at the foot of the bed, tucking and tugging the last tiny adjustments to your outfit. You put your fists on your hips and smiled at him. "Okay, you can look now."

Jack pulled his hands away and you saw his eyes take a half-second to refocus on you. When they did, his jaw dropped. He gave you one long look up and down, and you giggled and spun once to give him the full picture.

"Baby doll," he bit his lip and looked hungry. "You look good enough to eat. You did all that for me?"

You laughed. "All what, Jack? There's hardly any material here."

"Don't I know it." He whistled, long and low. "You want me to leave it all on or rip it off of you?"

You gasped and giggled. "You know I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I'll have to let you decide."

“Oh, baby girl... ” he shook his head and got up off the bed. “I don’t know if I can be in charge of such an important decision.”

“Well then, let’s just play it by ear and we can decide later.” You cocked an eyebrow at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Because I am eager to get started.”

He smirked at you and tilted his head. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s one of the benefits of being Mrs. Jack Daniels. Now that you’ve made me an honest woman, I finally get to see what all the fuss is about.” You smiled shyly. “Unless, you don’t want to?”

“Now hold on a minute darlin’. You know I’ve been looking forward to tonight.” He kissed you. “I just want to do it right, that’s all. I wanna do right by my wife her first time.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “I know you do, baby. I trust you.”

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"No, I don't think so... well, maybe a little. Will it hurt?"

"Oh darlin' I hope not. I'll be real gentle with you."

You smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jack held you tenderly, taking his time and working your mouth slowly open before plunging in with an eager tongue. The kiss was nothing new to you. You and Jack had kissed like this hundreds of times… but now you were husband and wife, and it was your wedding night.

You let yourself melt into Jack’s embrace, and when the kissing got so good that you moaned, he smiled against your mouth. He moved his lips to plant kisses on your cheek and jaw and neck, murmuring to you in his low, gravelly drawl. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, and then released a breathy, “Yes, Jack. Yes, I’m so ready. Can we please go to bed?”

He pulled back. “Well, I need to know you’re really ready. We only get to do this once.”

You considered for a moment, biting your lip. “I do, I want to. But I’m a little nervous. Can I have some champagne? Just to relax.”

He nodded. “Okay, just one glass though.”

“Thank you, baby. I just want to relax a little bit, not get drunk or anything. I want to remember tonight for the rest of my life.”

He kissed your forehead. “Me, too darlin’.”

You sat on the bed as Jack went out to the living room to retrieve one of the “his and hers” champagne bottles that Champ had sent over, and two champagne flutes. He popped the bottle open and poured two glasses, then sat next to you on the bed.

“Cheers,” you said as you clinked your glass against his. “To us.”

“To us.” Jack sipped his champagne and wrapped his other arm around you, rubbing lazy circles into your back with his thumb. You loved his thick fingers and strong hands. You had seen what they could do with a dangerous whip and lasso, and you trusted him utterly with every part of your body.

When your glasses were empty, you felt a little looser, the edges of your nerves just barely blurred. You smiled at him and handed him your glass to set down on the bedside table. “I’m ready.”

He tucked his head down toward you, slotting his mouth over yours for a deep kiss. “Okay, we’ll get started. Lie down on the bed for me. Scoot back a little.” Jack stood up and faced you.

You lay back and scooted up so that your feet were flat on the bed. The hem of your nightgown slid up and pooled across your hips. Jack kneeled down on the plush carpet and stroked your leg with one strong hand. He lifted one foot and kissed the inside of your ankle softly. You shivered, and he repeated the action with your other ankle.

“Can I take these off?” He tapped the top of one slipper.

You lifted your head to look down at him. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess you should take them off.”

“Ain’t nothing to be sorry about, honey. You look amazing.” He slipped them off gently and tossed them theatrically over his shoulders, making you laugh.

“What should I do with my hands?” You wanted to know if you should be doing something other than leaving them palm-side down on the bedspread next to your hips. It felt stiff and awkward.

“Just relax,” said Jack. “You’re doin’ fine.”

You nodded, laying your head back down as he resumed stroking your shin.

“Can I touch you?” He slid his fingers a little higher, grazing the inside of your knee.

“Yes, please.”

He ran his fingers up to the inside of your thigh, sweeping your skin with a soft touch. Each graze of his fingers set your skin on fire, and you felt your anticipation build. You were getting wet; you could feel it, and you knew that it would help with what was coming next.

Jack paused his touch at the outer band of your thong, just at your pelvic bone. “Do you want to leave this on or take it off?

“I don’t know. Um, it’s crotchless, does that make a difference?”

“Not right now, but if it gets uncomfortable we can take it off.”

“Okay, just leave it on then... and thank you.”

“For what?” Jack stroked your lace-covered mound slowly. Little sparks of electricity flew everywhere, buzzing outward from wherever his fingers touched.

“For taking such good care of me. Especially on our wedding night.”

“Oh darlin’, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he drawled. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life. I love you.”

“Oh Jack,” you sighed. “I love you, too.”

“I’m going to touch you between your legs now. Just breathe and relax, okay?”

“Okay.”

You felt Jack’s fingers stroke down over your clit and pet you softly there through the lace before moving down. He hooked a strap of the open crotch with his finger and pulled it to the side. The pad of one thick finger paused at your outer labia and you bit the inside of your mouth nervously.

“You ready?” Jack sounded calm.

“Yes, please, baby. Please touch me.”

He answered by spreading your outer lips open and rubbing a line gently up and down over the inner labia, spreading moisture as he went. You were practically dripping for him. He pressed one finger against your opening and applied gentle pressure, letting your slick do the work of guiding his fingertip inside. You felt his thick finger enter slowly, and when it was finally all the way in you exhaled.

“Is that okay, darlin’?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Yes, you feel so good.”

“Okay, I’m going to put another one in. You tell me if it’s too much for you, honey.”

“Yes, Jack.”

He pulled his finger out to the tip and you felt its neighbor join it. The pair pressed into you again, slower than ever. You felt so good, all of your nerve endings sparkling, the wetness growing and growing as Jack worked you open. You could do this forever.

“How are you doing, honey?”

Your voice came out half-whisper, half-gasp. “Ohhhh, Jackie. I feel so good.”

“You sure feel good down here, darlin’. Makes me want to taste you.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, ma’am. If you give me the go-ahead, I’ll eat you out like a Sunday dinner.”

You laughed, and more tension left your body. “Okay. Yes, please eat me… Wait, can I call it that?”

“If you let me do it, you can call it whatever you want.” He chuckled. “You ready?”

“Oh yes.” You flung your arms up over your head and stretched. “I’m ready, baby.”

Jack left both fingers inserted and used his free hand to open the straps of your thong wider. You felt cool air hit your clitoris and you shuddered. Then Jack’s warm lips met your intimate center and you moaned.

“Oh, Jackie. You feel so good. I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.”

He pulled back, sounding almost plaintive. “You said you wanted to wait until the wedding night, darlin’. I was just followin’ orders.”

“Well I’m glad we’re doing it now.”

“Me, too.” He kissed your clitoris again and you gasped. The contact sent sparks racing up your spine. Your legs shook and threatened to close around his head.

“Keep ‘em open for me, darlin’. I want to see this pretty pussy as I taste it.”

You shifted your feet a little further apart. “Is this good?”

“Oh, it’s good, honey. You should see yourself, all spread out for me on our weddin’ night. If I’d known you were going to look like this, I would’ve married you the day we met.”

You lifted your head to look down at him again. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you gonna eat me?”

He didn’t answer, but plunged his tongue out to flick your clit . Your hips bucked and he pulled his fingers out gently. He reached up and tugged at the front of your thong. “Can I take this off? It’ll be easier access.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

He hooked the side straps away from your hips and you lifted your butt to help him slide it off. He threw it to the side and wrapped his strong grip around your thighs as he lowered his mouth to you again.

His kisses and licks were urgent, an open-mouthed assault on your tender and swollen pussy as you writhed and squeaked. His iron grip on your upper legs kept you anchored to him, even as you shifted across the bedspread. You had no sense of time passing; it could have been seconds or minutes later when you felt your orgasm build until you thought you were going to snap.

“Jack! Oh fuck... Jack, I’m gonna come. I’m coming for you now!” Your moans and shouts didn’t phase him, he just kept licking and slurping at you as your pussy throbbed and clenched around his tongue. He slowed his pace just a little as you climaxed, and kept holding you tight as he kissed you more gently, bringing you down with him as you finally relaxed.

You came back to yourself after a few moments, your breathing slowing into something more normal. Jack lifted his head and relaxed his grip on you. “How was that, honey?”

“Oh, Jesus, Jack,” you gasped. “For chrissakes. I think I saw stars.”

He chuckled and stood up. His face was wet from nose to chin, mustache slick, hair mussed and eyes twinkling. He was absolutely wicked. You couldn’t believe he was finally yours.

You sat up and hugged him around his waist, resting one ear against his tummy. “Ohhh, thank you, Jack. That was absolutely wonderful.”

He petted your hair as you squeezed him. “You’re welcome, baby girl. Do you feel good?”

“Yes, Jack. Oh, I feel amazing.”

“Do you want to try now?”

You pulled away and looked up at him, eager to try anything he wanted. “Try what?”

Jack took a half step back and shed his suit pants, then his undershirt and briefs and socks. You watched as he undressed, taking in the sight of his strong arms and hands. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, growing bigger by the second. When he was naked he gave himself a few lazy pumps and then cupped your chin with his free hand. He looked deep into your eyes with that calm, authoritative manner of his.

“You just kiss it around the tip a little and then open your mouth, darlin’. I’ll show you what to do after that.”

You grinned and nodded up at him. “Okay.”

You looked back down at him, at his fist wrapped around the base of his hard, dark cock. Every pump of his heart was sending more blood to his erection. The head of his penis was nearly maroon, and you wanted more than anything to give him the release he had given you so freely.

You leaned forward hesitantly and placed a few soft kisses to the sides of the head, next to the slit of him that was growing damp. Tiny pecks turned into softer smooches, and Jack waited patiently while you got your fill of the experience. The sensation of his velvety skin on your lips was enticing, and you found yourself moaning and drawing out the kisses for longer and longer.

Finally Jack tapped your shoulder, indicating you to stop. He brought his large hand up to cup your chin gently. “You ready, honey? You can open up if you’re ready to try.”

You nodded and opened your mouth obediently, as wide as you could, tongue hanging out. Jack laughed gently.

“Relax, darlin’. You don’t have to unhinge your jaw. Just open up like you’re going to take a taste of something delicious, ‘cause you are.”

You relaxed, letting your mouth close a bit. Jack placed the tip of his penis just inside your lips and took his hand off your jaw. He let it rest on your tongue and then he slowly slid it from side to side as he shifted just a bit deeper.

“You can suck on it if you want, real gentle.” Jack’s voice was encouraging, his drawl low and husky.

You closed your lips gently around the head and gave one experimental suck, like a lollipop. Jack pumped his fist up and down gently, “That’s it, darlin’, real slow and soft.”

You switched between soft sucks of the head and open-mouthed licks, feeling awfully pleased at the huffy breaths and moans that were coming out of Jacks’ mouth above you.

“God, honeybee. Is this your first time giving a man a blowjob?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed.

“Well, darlin’ you’re doing just fine.” Jack brought his free hand to cup the back of your head. “Are you ready to go deeper?”

You flicked your eyes up to him, giving him a wide, innocent stare as you pulled off. “Deeper? How deep does it go?”

“Oh, all the way, darlin’. I think you can fit all of me into that sinful little mouth of yours.”

You looked from his dark eyes to his penis and back again. “Are you sure? I won’t choke on it?”

“Oh, no. I’ll be gentle, honey. We’ll go real slow and get you used to it.”

You nodded and opened your mouth again. Jack placed the head of his penis back on your tongue and you closed your lips gently around it. He removed his fist and then placed both hands on the sides of your head.

“Go slow, honey.”

You looked back up at him to see that he was gazing at you tenderly, enchanted by the sight of his cock disappearing into your soft mouth. He grinned softly at you. “Just go slow.”

You closed your eyes so that you could concentrate on it. He held your head gently between his big hands as you relaxed your jaw and throat, trying to take him as deep as you could. When the head hit the back of your tongue, Jack held it there and moaned soft praises to you.

“Oh baby girl, you are just perfect. Look how I fit in that sweet little mouth of yours.”

You glowed at his praises and pressed just a bit deeper. When the head hit the back of your throat, Jack made a soft hiss and pulled himself out.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Did I do okay, baby?”

“Oh honey, yes. You did great, but if we keep doing that I’m not gonna last long, and we won’t get to the main event.”

You giggled. “Okay, where do you want me baby?”

“Why don’t you lie back on those big pillows and just relax, darlin’.”

You scooted up to the top of the bed and lay flat. “Like this?”

“Yes, darlin’. Just like that, pretty as a picture.” Jack knelt on the bed and crawled up to you. He reminded you of some jungle cat stalking its prey. He was going to devour you.

“Do I need to take my nightgown off?”

“Only if you want to, but it won’t get in my way.”

You nodded. “Then I’ll leave it on, I like it.”

“That’s fine with me, honey. Are you ready for me?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, Jack. I’ve been waiting so long. Please.”

He lay next to you and stroked you from hip to breast, cupping you through the lace before running his hand back down. He lifted the hem of your nightgown and pressed two thick fingers to your entrance. “You’re still so wet for me, but I have lube if you need it.”

You shook your head, “No, I think I’ll be okay.”

He assented. “Alright, but if you need it, you just say so and I’ll stop.”

“Okay, baby.” You cupped his jaw and kissed him deeply. “I love you, my husband.”

His face broke into a soft smile. “And I love my wife. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.”

“To find a virgin for your wedding night? Something special to deflower, that no one else has ever touched?”

“No, just to find you.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Even if you weren’t a virgin I’d still love you, still be the luckiest man alive to have you on my wedding night.”

Tears sprang to your eyes at his tender words, threatening to overspill. “Oh, Jack. I love you so much.”

He continued caressing you with his fingers. “I love you, honey. You think you’re ready for me now?”

“Yes, Jack, please please please. Right now.”

“Alright.” He shifted up to hover over you. “Just open your legs and relax your hips. I’ll be extra gentle.”

You did as he asked, releasing one slow breath out through an o-shaped mouth. He pressed the tip of his penis to your opening, then looked at you one last time with eyebrows raised for permission. You nodded and said, “Go ahead.”

He pressed in slowly, stretching you open. He felt so big and hard and glorious as he slid between your walls. The wetness in your core provided so much glide that he got all the way inside before you even realized it. He bottomed out and stopped, holding himself up on his arms to look into your eyes. You could feel your own slick mixed with Jack’s saliva drip down between your cheeks.

“Are you alright, darlin?”

You smiled, “Oh, I’m more than alright, Jack. My husband just took my virginity on our wedding night.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’m going to start moving in and out now, but if you need me to stop, just say so.”

You nodded. Jack started easing his hips in and out, and you could feel every steel inch of him sliding in and out. You felt another orgasm starting to build. “Oh, Jackie, I think I’m going to come for you again. Can you touch me down there?”

He shifted back to his knees and reached one broad thumb to swipe your clit. “God, honey, you’re so wet for me.”

You barely heard him as the room started to get fuzzy. You felt the dam threaten to burst, and you managed to gasp out, “I’m co-” before you bucked your hips again and came hard, clenching around his cock as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. You should see yourself. That greedy little pussy is trying to eat me alive. I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I go faster?”

You moaned, “Oh my god, yes. Go for it.”

Jack took his finger off your clit and pumped just a little faster. “Oh fuck, baby girl. Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside, Jack. We’re man and wife now. You can fill me up and I’ll give you gorgeous babies.”

“Oh honey, I just want to fuck you and watch you get so round. You’re going to be pregnant before you know it.”

“Yes, Jack! Yes!”

“You gonna have my babies? You want all of me?” His words were exhaled in rough gasps. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. You won’t be able to get rid of me, you gorgeous girl. Gonna carry a part of me around with you for the rest of your days.”

You felt one more impossible rush of slick dripping from your pussy at his words, and you simply moaned, incapable of speech.

Jack suddenly fell onto you, face buried in your neck, and you felt him thrust hard and then stop. Something hot was releasing inside your pussy, and you whimpered and stroked the back of his head.

“Oh, Jack. I think I love you.”

He groaned into your shoulder, the words muffled. “I love you, too, darlin’.”

---

“Jesus Christ, Jack. That was amazing.” You took a sip of your champagne and passed the joint over to his side of the bed. “That was better than that time in Cancún!”

Jack laughed and choked on his toke, then passed it back to you. “God, I loved Cancún.” He took a long drink of champagne. “Was that the time I fucked you so hard the neighbors called the cops?”

You giggled. “No, that was that shitty little hostel in Amsterdam while we were on assignment, remember?” You took another puff and thought while you held it in, then you blew out a long string of smoke. “No, wait, it was Belgium.”

“That was fun.” Jack grinned to himself. “Remember Italy?”

“Which time? The yacht off the coast, or that blow job outside the Colosseum that one time at 3 a.m.?” You passed the weed back to him.

“Oh, Christ, honeybee. I forgot about the Colosseum.” He took a long toke and another thoughtful sip from his glass. “But that yacht was fucking amazing. I was balls-deep in you under that blue Mediterranean sky. God, you were so sexy in that little swimsuit you were wearing. Made me wanna marry you right there.”

“Aw, you old softie. You’re such a sweetheart.”

He handed the roach back to you to finish. “Remember L.A.? You looked so good gagging on my cock in that bathroom, mascara runnin’ all down your face. I almost felt bad it was a convenience store. I should have taken you back to the hotel first.”

“No way! That was hot. I had that plug in my ass all day, and you did me just fine when we got back. I couldn’t sit right for three days.” You threw your head back and laughed, nearly upsetting the bottle of champagne and the Altoids tin full of joints sitting on your lap.

Jack reached a hand out to steady the bottle. You fished a fresh joint out of the tin and closed the lid. A thought occurred to you as you lit it.

You exhaled and turned to him with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Jack. I should’ve bought my vibrating panties. Maybe we can run out tomorrow and buy a new pair.”

“Nah, they never get you off right. You said they move around too much.” He took the joint from you and drained the last of his champagne. “How about a new vibrator instead?”

“Okay, but tomorrow night it’s your turn to be the virgin.”

He exhaled a huge lungful of smoke and passed the joint back to you, waving his hand to indicate he was done. “Alright, but you have to promise not to be gentle. Can we do college professor and failing student?”

“Mmmm…” you thought for a moment. “Yes, but only if I get to spank you.”

“You got it, honey.”

You leaned over and kissed him. “God, I love my husband.”

He smiled at you and took your empty glass. “I love you, darlin’.”

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Proposing Permission

Summary: You and Sonny have been together for a year but your idea of celebrating is slightly different than his. Set during S18 - roughly November 2016. Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: None, except fluff...and maybe suggestive hints here and there ;) Words: 2479 AO3 here

Technically part 13 in the Changes verse, but can act as a stand-alone, too!

“Mom!” you exclaim as soon as you hear her ‘hello?’ on the end of the line. “You'll never guess what just happened! – Wait, how'd you know? – He did? Of course, he did!” you laugh happily, flashing a bright smile up at Sonny who sits beside you on the sofa.

Sonny would give you the abridged version of the events that led up to this moment later, but at the time, things went a little like this:

-x-

“Uh, Carisi? Where are we going? The turn-off for the I-87 South, is that-a-way…” Amanda turns her body towards the traffic junction that passes by. She then whips back around to stare at her partner in the diver’s seat, a disgruntled look on her face.

“I need ta make a detour,” he states, eyes never leaving the highway.

“But we’re on a case!” she protests, growing irritated.

“Yeah, but we did what we came upstate to do. Got some answers, relayed them to Lieu. Technically, we’re off duty right now.” Sonny taps the wheel with his thumbs, trying to avoid his partner's gaze.

But Amanda Rollins is not one to concede so easily. “Tell me where we’re going, Dominick,” she drops her voice to a stern tone, eyes boring into the side of Sonny’s head.

Sonny lets out a nervous breath and says your name. “Remember how her parents live upstate? Well…” he reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, producing a velvet box. Amanda gasps and nabs it from his grasp. She flips the little box open, finding a ring. “I wanna propose,” admits Sonny, “but I wanna ask her folks first.”

Dragging her eyes away from the box, Rollins frowns. “It’s twenty-sixteen, Sonny…you don’t need parental permission anymore.”

“I know, I know,” dismisses Sonny. “But that’s how my pa did it, and, she’s really close with her parents. It seems right to ask ‘em first.”

Amanda smiles in spite of herself. The gesture is very much a ‘Sonny Carisi’ thing to do. So, she cracks a joke instead. “What’re you gonna do? Salute her dad and say: ‘Requesting permission to marry your daughter, sir!’”

“Rawllins,” he groans, trying to act annoyed while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do what you gotta do, partner,” she winks before turning her attention back to the box. “This ring is gorgeous!”

-x-

The drive was absolutely beautiful. Being October, the further away from concrete Sonny and Amanda drove, the denser the colourful forests became. It was picture perfect and Sonny’s only wish was that you could have been along to see it too.

Pulling up to your childhood home, Sonny leaves Amanda in the passenger’s seat. Afterall, this detour had to be relatively quick to prevent Lieu from breathing down his neck about it.

As Sonny makes his way to the door, his legs are a little wobbly and his pulse is racing. He has met your parents before and they adore him, yet, as he waits for his knock to be answered, his nerves get the better of him. This is a huge step and he hopes that they believe him worthy of it.

Then the door clicks open to reveal your mother. “Sonny!” she exclaims happily, but immediately her face falls. “Is everything okay?” In hindsight, an unannounced, unaccompanied visit does seem a little concerning.

Clueing in, Sonny immediate puts your mother at ease. “Yeah, yeah!” he reassures with a smile. “Work brought me upstate and I, uh, I wanted ta ask y’both somethin’ while I was up here.”

“Of course, of course!” Your mother ushers Sonny into the house before giving him a giant hug. Just as she releases him your father walks into the room, coming over with a large smile and firm handshake.

“Sir,” greets Sonny with a nod.

The three of them then take a seat at the dining room table; your mother unsurprisingly offers Sonny everything in her fridge. Once satisfied that he’s not lying about not being hungry, she continues. “So, son, what’s on your mind?”

The Italian swallows nervously. He looks to his fingers, thrumming them on the table top while his right knee bounces anxiously. Finally, he begins to speak: “Well, as you know, your daughter and I have been together for a while now and, we love each other very much. I love her very much.” A grin begins to break out on your mom’s face, her intuition giving her a good idea of where the conversation is headed. “And I, uh,” continues Sonny, “well, it seemed only right for me ta ask the two of you first. I w-wanna ask her ta marry me.”

Suspicions confirmed, your mother squeals with delight, grabbing onto your father’s arm and giving it a loving squeeze.

“I got a ring already and everything, if ya wanna see it,” Sonny adds quickly as if it will reenforce how committed he is to you. He pulls out the box once more and hands it over to your mom.

“Oh, Sonny,” she sighs looking up to your boyfriend. “She’s going to absolutely love it.”

“So, I, uh, have both your blessings then?” His blue eyes dart nervously back and forth between your parents.

Finally, your dad chimes in. “Of course!” he exclaims happily, his voice choking up ever so slightly. “You’re a good man and I couldn’t imagine my girl with anyone else.”

Sonny’s stomach does a somersault as he is immediately flooded with relief. “Thank ya!” he leaps to his feet. Your parents stand with him, both delivering their future son-in-law a squeezing hug. Parting, Sonny reluctantly explains that he can’t stay and that he must be getting back to the city.

“Alright, hon,” your mother coos. “Let us know what happens. Your secret is safe with us for now, but we’ll be waiting anxiously by the phone for the happy news!”

“Will do,” beams Sonny before he heads back to the squad car. Your parents wave him goodbye until he’s out of sight.

-x-

It’s your anniversary! One complete year of you and Sonny (finally) getting together! But…the universe really didn’t care about that. Nope! Because a faculty meeting was called on the one day where you didn’t have classes to teach. It ran from midday and into the evening and there was no possible way of getting out of it either. You loved your job, you really did, but today was supposed to be for you and Sonny. Nothing fancy, of course, but you had planned a lazy morning, followed up with cooking together and turning it into a romantic evening celebration.

“Uhhggghhh!” you groan, hanging your head and slouching your shoulders.

Sonny places his warm hands on your arms, grinning. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” You can feel those blue eyes shining down on you and, the next thing you know, a finger is gingerly tilting your chin up towards his. “I ain’t mad at all, okay? Shit happens. Jeez, how many times have I hadta cancel a date with you ‘cause I got called in or hadta work late?”

You bunch your mouth at the corner, frustrated. “I know, but it’s our anniversary and I was looking forward to spending all day with you!”

“So was I, but we can still make the most of it.” He kisses you on the nose. “I’ll go ahead ‘n make dinner and then when ya get home we can celebrate.”

“You sure? It was supposed to be a team effort. I can just grab some takeout on the way home –”

“Nonsense,” Sonny grins. “Besides, my cookin’ is way better than any takeout in the city.” His words make you laugh. “There’s that beautiful smile,” he beams, sweeping the hair back from your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, doll. Now, go on before you’re late ‘n try not ta fall asleep.”

You give Sonny a sweet kiss and make your way to the door. Before exiting, you flash a sultry look over your shoulder at your smiling boyfriend. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, babe. It’s just a shame you have to wait so long to see what’s underneath this dress.” You slip out the door before you’re able to see the sign of the cross Sonny makes in attempt to absolve himself of his sinful thoughts.

-x-

The journey back home never felt so exhausting. Maybe it was the fact that the meeting seemed to drag on forever, especially when all you could think about was curling up next to Sonny. Your feet ached in your pumps and you cursed your wardrobe choice. Though, you were still new at the college and thus wanted to make a professional impression.

Once you finally reach your floor, a distinct cooking aroma floats down the hallway. Your stomach grumbles, knowing exactly which apartment is the origin and eager to taste what smells so delicious.

Opening your door, you are greeted by your wonderful boyfriend and his smiling eyes. He’s dressed up in a crisp shirt and slacks. “Welcome home, sweetheart and happy anniversary!”

You smile up at him and step into his outstretched arms. His attire seemed a bit formal, but you weren’t complaining. The way button up shirts hugged his arms and torso always made your face flush and heart beat a little faster. Those same arms also fit perfectly around you when he held you close.

As you begin to withdraw from his embrace however, you notice just how much Sonny is perspiring. “Babe, you alright?” Your brow knits with concern. “You’re sweating a bunch…”

Sonny quickly averts his gaze and turns towards the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” he gives a dismissive wave. “The oven’s been on all day.”

You know him well enough to tell that something is not quite right and his half-hearted answer gives you reason to follow him and press the issue. But as you round the corner, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by an elaborate display.

Sonny has gone all out. A hearty meal sits steaming on a table set for two, a single rose in a crystal vase resides at the center, and he’s even arranged some of your candles to provide low lighting. The sight of it all leaves you feeling as though your heart will flutter right out of your chest.

"Sonny," you whisper, hand over your heart. "You didn't have to do all this." You then peer up at him with glassy eyes.

"I wanted tonight to be special. Just you ‘n me celebrating a whole magical year of being together.”

Closing the distance, you lean up and place your lips tenderly to his. Sonny bends forward, deepening the kiss. You run a hand tenderly up the front of his shirt feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your fingers. Sonny reaches to cover your hand with his, grasping it carefully and reluctantly pulling it away. Breaking apart, he smiles, "Food's gonna get cold, doll."

The two of you sit down to a quiet, romantic dinner, clinking glasses in a toast to your relationship. But Sonny still has beads of sweat forming along his brow. "Babe, are you sure you're alright?" you point to his forehead. "It's not that hot in here..."

He swallows thickly, looking away. "Yeah...I'm just a little nervous is all." Sonny then focuses on you with big, blue eyes.

Yours narrow in confusion. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? It just us here...

Sonny flashes you shy smile before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. He stares at it in contemplation as he runs his thumb lovingly over your knuckles.

Biting his lip, he shifts those gorgeous eyes back to yours. "We've been through a lot in a year, doll," he begins. "And last summer I never knew how my life would change when you walked through that squad room door. I never knew that I could love someone so completely until I fell in love with you. My whole heart is yours and -"

"Sonny!" you release a sweet laugh. "You don't owe me a speech! I know how much you love me, silly! And I hope you know how much I love you too."

Suddenly, Sonny seems a little terrified. Had he rehearsed this or something?

"Just hear me out, ‘kay?" he implores following a shaky breath.

You smile softly and squeeze his hand signaling for him to continue.

"Believe me, doll, I've never felt more loved by anyone but you. I love waking up with ya in the mornin' and fallin' asleep together at night. My heart skips a beat thinkin' about a future with you. So, I guess that's why I'm sweatin'."

All of a sudden the warmth of Sonny's hand disappears. He shifts to get up from the table, slipping his fingers into his pocket. Then you realize that he's getting down on one knee. Your heart begins to thunder in your chest and a gasp catches in your throat.

Sonny's eyes lock onto yours as he produces a velvet box and opens it. There sits a white gold ring topped by a dainty solitaire diamond. Your eyes immediately rim with tears as you hear Sonny softly speak your name. "Will you marry me?"

A large smile erupts upon your face and you instantly blurt out a "yes!"

Sonny's expression changes to one of pure love. He delicately slips the ring on your finger and quickly rises to capture your lips in a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he effortlessly scoops you up. "I'm so happy," you speak against his lips, eliciting a tight squeeze from your fiancé.

Fiancé! Sonny Carisi is your fiancé! The man you love with your whole heart. You've always believed that it isn’t the ring on their finger that make two people married – that’s at least how committed you feel towards Sonny – Yet now, you couldn’t be happier to make what you share official.

"I'm so happy too, doll! I love you! I love you! I love you!" Sonny reciprocates in between swift kisses to your cheeks, nose and lips. Then his eyes darken and he bows his head towards your neck, nibbling and suckling at the sensitive skin that resides there.

You sigh, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. God, is he good at this! But then, your mind comes back to reality and you gently, albeit reluctantly, push him away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” you chant, tapping your hands lightly on his chest.

Sonny pulls back but his eyes still hungrily flicker to where his lips were focused mere moments before.

“I have to go call my mom! She’d kill me if she knew I didn’t tell her right away.” You watch as Sonny smirks. “But then I promise we’ll celebrate properly…after all, you still haven’t seen what’s underneath this dress.”

-x- 

Fluffy enough for ya? Heehee

Tag list?  @barbasbodaciousbeard @teamsladsandgents @adarafaelbarba @caracalwithchips @averyhotchner (let me know if you want to be added/removed)

[chadillacboseman]

Could I please request game Liu Kang, Kung Lao and Scorpion from the past meeting their older s/o and their kid, who is apart of Cassie's team.

OOOOOOH

Kung Lao is like....holy shit future me has got GAME? And Liu is like "Someone....someone had a child with you??"

Asks incessantly about how you met each other because he doesn't wanna screw up the chances of it happening again. Asks at least once if he can kiss you because, hey, it's not cheating, it's literally him.

You whisper to his current self that it's a good thing you two didn't meet when he was this age because you would have killed him.

Liu Kang is in awe of you- he wonders how on earth he could have met someone so perfect in his life. And kids??? He has always wanted children, and seeing them right there is sending him through the roof with emotion. They're perfect. You're perfect.

He asks his current self how- how did this all happen? He cannot risk fucking this up. Current self claps him on the back and says "don't worry, you can't mess it up."

Excitedly runs to tell Raiden about it like the child at heart he is.

Past Hanzo has a hardened heart, full of rage and vengeance.

When he sees his current self, absolved of all his sins and living a happy life with someone, he is overcome with emotions he finds hard to process.

Current Hanzo takes him aside- and he's just...in awe. There is no more hatred, no more death before dishonor attitude. Even his eyes are brown rather than ethereal white. Current Hanzo tells him of the rebuilt Shirai Ryu fire gardens, and how he married you there. How your children run the halls of the temple like he once did himself.

Past Hanzo looks at you and wonders how on earth you could love someone like him- but realizes that maybe you make him want to be worthy.

[dorindameddler]

les yeux sans visage: a playlist for lonely eyes (spotify)

1. spotlight - jessie ware // 2. shaking - hazel english // 3. savage good boy - japanese breakfast // 4. comfort edge - helena deland // 5. messy - serpentwithfeet // 6. pretty things - big thief // 7. be good - pom pom squad // 8. the eye - waxahatchee // 9. need your love - tennis // 10. cigarette - marika hackman // 11. home to you - cate le bon // 12. devil's spoke - laura marling // 13. eyes without a face - angel olsen // 14. fabric - half waif // 15. melt - nilufer yanya // 16. the last man on earth - wolf alice

selection of lyrics under the cut

spotlight

Do anything to make you stay/Do anything to start the day again/(Ah, ah, ah)/If I had everything my way/We'd travel back and forth and back again/If only I could let you go, if only I could be alone/I just wanna stay in moonlight, this is our time in the spotlight

shaking

When we are together/Do I drive you wild?/You're out of your senses/Easily beguiled/Pray for me/I want to commit sin/Waters deep/But I'm already half in/You're shaking/This is an awakening/You're shaking/I know it's a lot to take in

savage good boy

I want to be your man/I want to be your savage good boy/I want to take care of you/When everybody's gone/Want you to be the one that I come home to/The one that's up waiting/I want to make the money 'til there's no more to be made/And we will be so wealthy, I'm absolved from questioning/That all my bad behavior was just a necessary strain/They're the stakes in the race to win

comfort edge

You'll make it so/It's easy for me to get away from you/Without me having to tell you/Where I go and what I do/And all the while protecting and giving me security/I never have to doubt when I come back/You'll still be there for me/Give me comfort, give me edge/Make it easy, make me beg/Let me come for calm and peace/Never stop surprising me

messy

I've been sitting alone for hours/Waiting for you to bring your ugliest parts to me/I've been naming our thorns for hours/Hoping you'll treat them as kindly as you treated me/Oh, I've been thinking like a beast for hours/Wondering if you like the challenge of cruel men, me/After I glamour you for hours/Will you have the strength/The strength to extinguish me/Each time you deny my mess (each time)/You'll find yourself closer to me, closer to me

pretty things

Matthew, please do not regret/With your silk in my hand/And your heart in my sweat as you're/Lighting the end of my last cigarette/I will warm you/Warm youThese things that lonely ones do/Baby that's what I'm here for/I'll take care and make all your/Wishes come true/If you want to/Do you want to?/Don't take me for a fool/There's a woman inside of me/There's one inside of you, too

be good

Shine your light on me and then/I'm tapping on the glass again/Now I'm in love with everything I see/Because you know that I'm your pet/You left a note before you left/It said, "'Til then, be good and wait for me"

the eye

I leave my home, desolate but not alone/I have a gift, I've been told, for seeing what's there/And I will chase all the rain, put it down, call it paint/To possess something arcane, oh it's a heavy weight/We leave love behind/Without a tear or a long goodbye/And as we wait for lightning to strike/We are enthralled by the calling of the eye

need your love

I need your love/And I need your touch/Like I need a bolt of lightning/From the sky above/I've been thinking about you/Thinking about you/I can't escape you, oh

cigarette

Turn to the headlight glare/Cry and pretend you care/I love it when we make a scene/Something to talk about/Rather than fucking shout/Maybe we could go to sleep/And you tried to hold your tongue/But I, I yanked it from your grip/Bathed it in petroleum/Lit a cigarette and gave you a kiss

home to you

Home to you/Is a neighborhood in the night kitchen/Home to you/Is atrocity in the town/Home to you/Is an impasse under hallway ceilings/Home to you/I'm a cross hair, stubborn, dream loving/And it's home, to you, oh/Home to you, oh/If we meet/And they drink from borrowed cups/You read the room to me/All the changing of the light is torture

devil's spoke

I might be apart of this/Ripple on water from a lonesome drip/A fallen tree that witness me/I'm alone, him and me/And then life it's self can not aspire/To have someone be so admired/I threw creation to my king/Have the silence broken by a whispered wind/All of this can be broken/All of this can be broken/Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

eyes without a face

I'm all out of hope/One more bad dream could bring a fall/When I'm far from home/Don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone/It's easy to deceive, it's easy to tease/But hard to get release/Eyes without a face/(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face/(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face/Got no human grace, you're eyes without a face

fabric

Have I forgotten how to be alone? I blame you/Your colors in my mood, your body in my room/To be a bird and tuck my head into my feathered neck/Watch all the world turn black, wish I could live like that/But you keep breaking me apart/You keep making me a part/And I'm too tired to fight/Your fabric in my heart

melt

I bet your brain cells won't last/I bet they cling to the trash/I hope you melt on the way/Back to your place/Because the sunshine don't last/Help me take out the trash/And you were always too slow/I'll watch you melt

the last man on earth

Who are you to ask for anything more?/Do you wait for your dancing lessons to be sent from God?/You'd like his light to shine on you/You've really missed a trick when it comes to love/Always seeking what you don't have like what you do ain't enough/You'd like a light to shine on you/And every book you take/And you dust off from the shelf/Has lines between lines between lines/That you read about yourself/But does a light shine on you?

[etlunainmorte]

🎂 Surprise! 🎂

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Happy birthday, @shadowrosess ! ( Hehe, you thought I forgot? Nope! ) I wish you all the best and I hope you like my little gift for you.

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It has exactly been a week since Nero left. 

He told you it was for an undercover mission and that the one who commissioned him was someone from a neighboring city. Other than that, you knew nothing else about his mystery task. Well, you tried asking Nico but you never had an opportunity.

Of course, you trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly. Nero's just the sweetest person you've ever met. Despite your not - so - good first impression of him ( you first met him during the concert of your favorite band and he seemed so cocky back then ), you two actually got along well with each other. He's kind, caring, protective,... he's everything you could ask for in a friend. In fact, you two were so close that, a month later, you became more than just friends. It was, like, one of the best things that happened to your life.

But, he's not home, yet. And it's almost that one day. A few minutes left, actually. You kept wondering what's taking him so long.

Was he hiding something from you? Something he's not telling you?

You sighed as you collapsed on your bed. You tried to keep those negative thoughts off your head but, you just couldn't take it. You put your trust in Nero, and you wanted to keep on trusting him. He doesn't deserve your doubt, no!

After being such a nice lover to you, doubt was the last thing he deserved!

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest the moment you heard a noise coming from downstairs. It was almost twelve midnight, you're alone, and someone seemed to have entered your house!

Feeling your legs trembling with fright, you got off the bed, grabbed the hardest thing you could reach ( the stool next to your vanity table ), and cautiously went downstairs to see the source of that noise, which was totally not the best idea in the world.

Taking your cellphone from your pocket, ready to dial the emergency number, you turned around the corner and saw, in the darkness of the living room, two shadows moving about, arranging some things, and whispering to each other frantically.

"She would totally kill me for this, Nico!"

"She won't! Won't you trust what I say just for once, psycho?!"

The corner of your lips went up in a grin as soon as you realized who entered your home. Putting your phone back to your pocket and relaxing your shoulders in utter relief, you leaned against the wall and waited for them to finish whatever they're doing. You shook your head and stifled your laughter. It's a shame they haven't even noticed you.

"Ready!"

"I'm gonna open the lights now."

Click!

"AAAHHH!"

"HAHAHA!" You couldn't contain your laughter anymore as you saw Nero and Nico's shocked faces upon seeing you standing motionless there.

"SURPRISE!" You exclaimed. "Is what you wanna say, right?"

"(Y/N)?" Nero said, scratching the back of his head as his face and ears became red with embarrassment. "How did you - ?"

"You were making so much noise, for your information!" You told him as you showed him the stool you were carrying. "I almost hit you with this, you know?"

Nero chuckled. "You got me."

"So, can we properly do this thing now, or what?!" Nico yelled, annoyed that her plan was foiled.

"Okay! Okay! Sheesh!" Nero answered as he waved a dismissing hand at her. 

The two walked back to the middle of the room, standing in front of something ( it looked like a box with holes ) they were preparing earlier and concealed it from her view. Both clearing their throats and both looking so hilarious with such goofy expressions on their faces, they began singing. In all their tone - deaf glory.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday,... happy birthday to,... YOU!"

The two stepped aside and finally showed her the box they were concealing before. It did have holes in it. And what's more, it seemed to move on its own!

Which means - !

"You're kidding me!" You ran towards the box, and when you opened the lid, the brightest, cutest little thing greeted you with a small, yet energetic bark, and an excited wagging of a tail!

It was a puppy! The one you've been eyeing at in a pet store for the last month!

And he's all yours now!

"I can't believe it!" You happily exclaimed as you took the puppy from the box and carried it into your arms. "Nero, how did you know?!"

"I just know things." Came in your boyfriend's smug reply. Of course he has been carefully observing you! How else could he know?

"Hehe! See? Told ya she's gonna love it!" Nico grinned as she nudged Nero's arm with an elbow.

"Yes, I love him!" You answered as the puppy began licking your face. And with a huge smile on your face, you went towards your boyfriend and gave him a hug with your other arm. "Thank you so much!"

"Anything for my girl's special day." Nero answered as he held you close to him and kissed your forehead. He really missed you so much, and he's so happy you loved his surprise.

"Oh, but don't think your sins are absolved because of this!" You teased him as you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You still have some explaining to do! And you will tell me everything!"

"Okay! I will!"

"Are we gonna eat, or what?!" Nico questioned as she pointed at the foods she and Nero prepared on the table nearby. Your favorite foods.” I’m starving!"

Turned out the puppy was not the only surprise they had for you. And you were definitely surprised.

***

Up next, on Devil May Oneshot: Stargazing With You

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🎂🎂🎂

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[edwardsvirginity]

And now... I introduce my best friend to Eclipse! 

--0000000--

[riley’s first appearance]

Friend: who's that

mike?

(the rest of the commentary for the movie is under the readmore!)

--0000000--

[bella reciting the opening monologue: some say the world will end in fire…]

Friend: wow…drama queen

--0000000--

[Edward and bella in the meadow]

Friend: is this real or is this more of her crazy headspace

--0000000--

Edward: marry me

Bella: I have an English final

Friend: wow……. Rude

--0000000--

[Charlie grounding bella]

Friend: charlie…. is the only sane character tbh lmfao

he knows an abusive relationship when he sees one

--0000000--

[Edward sabatoges bella’s truck]

Friend:  Y I K E S

A B U S I V E

this is not romantic lol

--0000000--

Renee: I just want to make sure ur making the right choices for you

Friend: she's NOT

--0000000--

[renee gives bella the quilt from all their trips]

Friend: awwww

except she's selling out her fam for bloodsuckers

--0000000--

[all the cullens wait for Victoria in the forest]

Friend: is it whatshername

the redheaded bitch

--0000000--

Friend: i'm just gonna say….alice and carlisle are the only valid vampires

Me: whyso?

Friend: idk anything about jasper and emmett, edward is weird, who else even is there

--0000000--

Me: [pauses movie because a spider has appeared by my head and I’m freaking out]

[it lands on my laptop and I scream and close it]

Ok… we can resume

Friend: what happened?

Me: [explains]

Him: ? ? ? why didn't you kill it?!

Me: killing it requires getting close enough to touch it, and that's Too Close

i don't kill spiders

anyway

Him: what?!? lmfao

you don't kill spiders

Me: killing them is too scary

Him: i'd rather kill it and know it's dead than wonder where it is

wow

me: i just scream until someone else comes to do it for me

him: that's a lot to take in

--0000000--

[jake confronting Edward about being on their territory]

Edward: I was trying to protect u by not telling u abt Victoria

Friend: mmmm yikes

bella just needs to move tf back to florida

this is….Too Much

--0000000--

[bella goes to lapush]

Friend: tbh i like his pack

--0000000--

Leah: if ur here to torture jake some more u can leave

Friend: oooooh

burn

--0000000--

[movie introduces imprinting]

Friend: tbh i think that whole concept is insane™ and i dont get it

bc it like absolves you of your own…actions

& removes the other person's choice

it's really fucking creepy

--0000000--

Friend: also it would be soooo weird to be able to read people's thoughts

Me: i know it would freak me out

i would hate being able to hear everything my packmates thought

Friend: i don't need anyone else to know how horny i am

--0000000--

[Jacob arguing with bella about the cullens]

Jacob: theyre not even alive

Friend: "they're not even alive" y i k e s

--0000000--

[riley creeping in bella’s house]

Friend: man i'd be sleepin with a shotgun lmfao

& like 12 dogs

--0000000--

[Edward yelling at bella abt bella disappearing with jake]

Me: he’s so overprotective

Friend: she needs it tho

Me: because she's such a danger magnet?

Friend: um….yeah

& she is a fucking damsel in distress

she has no power of her own :((

--0000000--

Friend: he's so…ugly

me: Edward?

Friend: yeah ……….

--0000000--

[Jake appears shirtless]

Edward: doesn’t he own a shirt

Friend: “doesn't he own a shirt"

LMFAO edward voicing my thoughts

--0000000--

[Edward kissing bella before passing her off to jake, who immediately hugs her]

Friend: the way they …. fight with each other by using her body :|

--0000000--

Friend: what do native americans think of this?

Me: [explains]

Friend: so what is the redeeming quality of these movies exactly lmfao

Me: they’re… fun?

Friend: i guess

like indiana jones

racist trash, but fun(?)

--0000000--

Me: I hate his sideburns in this movie

Friend: don't think they're that bad

his whole face tho is not great

especially pale af

--0000000--

[nonconsensual kiss scene]

Jake: ill fight until ur heart stops beating

Bella: u wont have to wait for long

Friend: YIKES

--0000000--

[Edward and Jake fighting post-punch]

Jake: she’s not sure what she wants

Friend: Y I K E S

--0000000--

[Carlisle bandaging bella]

Friend: carlisle is so hot

i wanna marry dr. carlisle

the way he medicines everyone up…

wow

 [..]

edward is useless

seduce Carlisle

 [..]

edward's been alive 100 years and hasn't become a doctor??? c'mon

--0000000--

[Rosalie killing her rapists]

Friend: LM FAO

love that

W O W

that's a more interesting story than bella's LMFAO

--0000000--

[Rosalie trying to convince bella to stay human]

Rose: there’s one thing you’ll want more than Edward… one thing you’ll kill for… blood

Friend: ohhh….

SHE REAL

--0000000--

Friend: & also bella's assumption that Edward is That Great

she's 18….. she hasn't even TRIED college boys

 [..]

has she even had sex with anyone, ever?

--0000000--

Friend: Evil Dakota Fanning is ….. scary af

--0000000--

Friend: i'll say what i want about stephanie meyer being a fucked up mormon…. but her music taste is p good

Me: she didn’t do the soundtracks

Friend: ummm…i remember stephanie meyer specifically thanking Muse in her books

in the "acknolwedgements" section

 or did you, the twilight princess, not read that part

--0000000--

[graduation party]

Friend: I feel like there should be a twilight spoof..

where a high school girl has to choose between dating a furry and a goth

bc that's what this feels like to me

--0000000--

Friend: he freaks me out

the beefy one

--0000000--

[training scene]

Friend: jasper's kinda sexy too

well, everyone looks good next to robert :|

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: jasper was a confederate soldier?!?!??!

what?? lmfao

confederate vampires? thanks i hate it

--0000000--

Friend: didn't he have like a life and morals before becoming a vampire or

i mean i guess he's a confederate so maybe not but

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: he just listens to her lmfao

his Evil Mexican Bruja

--0000000--

[about Victoria]

Friend: she should just make someone sexy a vampire and fuck them tho

she has the power here

--0000000--

[about Jacob]

Friend: is there a REASON he never wears a shirt?

--0000000--

[Jake trying to convince bella she has feelings for him]

Jake: you can love more than one person… like sam, Emily, and leah

Friend: thruple!

that's the only resolution here

jacob & edward need to fuck each other and get over it

there's too much tension between them

--0000000--

Alice: you and Edward will have the house to yourself tonight

Friend: oooooo

Alice: you’re welcome

Friend: LMFAO

alice is a bro

--0000000--

Bella [immediately after the scene with Alice]: hey dad, I was wondering

Friend: hey dad… i was wondering. do you have any condoms

--0000000--

Bella: dad I’m a virgin

Friend: not for long….

--0000000--

Friend: but like honestly it's all so deeply unclear to me

he has like no blood, right?

HOW does he get hard

Me: he’s always hard

Friend: i don't think that's how that works

--0000000--

[Edward and bella in edward’s room]

Bella: I wanna ask u something

Friend: "can we fuck"

--0000000--

Friend: i feel like "becoming a vampire" is just a metaphor for "losing virginity"

--0000000--

[Bella tried to jump Edward]

Edward: bella…no

Friend: ???????????

they already kiss and stuff?????????

Me: yeah

i think he's worried he'd like. fuck her to death

idk… her vulva is delicate i guess

 Friend: they could do some Other Stuff

Me: yeah i know

edward is just…. too old school to understand anything but piv

Friend: fuck her to death…with his flaccid vampire dick

 [..]

this is so………Weird

?????????? sex is not a sin

--0000000--

[Edward talking abt how he would have courted bella in 1918]

Friend: ???????????? i dont believe that at all

people fucked in the 1800s

edward is a fucking weirdo

[Edward starts his grand speech]

Friend: Ew

this is…. a Lot

tbh it's Not Sexy that he can't adapt to a more feminist era

[Edward proposes]

Friend: this is…… a Lot

he Keeps Asking

[bella accepts]

Friend: she's only saying yes because she's horny!!!!

--0000000--

Friend: also….tbh it's sad that these vampires have to deny their instincts and have no control over themselves

like ….maybe they should just be euthanized

 Me: :O

Friend: is it fair to deny them their nature???

we don't force tigers to be vegetarians

what is the difference

Me: because… they're sentient and intellectual and can decide for themselves not to eat humans

Friend: i'm not sure i buy that

Me: you think they're not smart enough to make their own decision not to eat humans?

Friend: it seems like they have to be rehabilitated to deny a very natural instinct that they have no control over

are the cullens themselves a metaphor for mormonism?

 Me: yeah but carlisle CHOSE a vegetarial lifestyle… no one forced it on him

Friend: i guess

but at what cost

lmao

--0000000--

[tent scene]

Jacob: I am hotter than u

Friend: LMFAO

--0000000--

Friend: why didn't they bring more blankets?????

how fucking cold is it

Dumbasses

--0000000--

[Edward and jake arguing over bella]

Friend: idk bella….

i'd rather fuck a hot wolf than a freezing rock hard PussyDestroying Vampire

those wolves are HUGE…. huge dicks im sure

--0000000--

[Edward talking about how he doesn’t want bella to be a vamp to jake]

 Friend: i feel like they're Bonding

over their inability to control this woman lmfao

--0000000--

[jake and Edward fighting over bella]

Friend: bella is not that interesting? ? ? ?

--0000000--

Edward: if you weren’t trying to steal bella I might actually like u

Friend: wow

THIS is where they should fuck

t h r u p l e

look deep into each other's eyes

--0000000--

Friend: she'd warm up if they were having sex

--0000000--

[post tent scene]

Friend: she's not even wearing a hat rn

bella…what the fuck

--0000000--

[Edward and bella talking about being engaged, jake overhears]

Bella: it’s the 21st century

Friend: yeah, it is the 21st century…. marry them both

--0000000--

[bella asks jake to kiss her]

Friend: what the FUCK is happening

--0000000--

[bella and jake making out]

Friend: she's not even wearing anything warm

--0000000--

[battle]

Friend: carlisle…. kung fu master

Me: renaissance man

Friend: only breaks the hippocratic oath when absolutely necessary

--0000000--

[confrontation with riley and Victoria, Edward trying to convince riley to turn on Victoria]

Edward: think about it riley.. .you’re from forks… you know the area

Friend: "you're from forks… who would want that"

--0000000--

[Carlisle healing jake]

Friend: god…..my sexy, classy dad

… so smart….. so kind

--0000000--

Bella: I’m not normal

Friend: bella….you are SO normal

the reason every middle school girl read these books and thought they were like bella is bc you are just THAT normal

--0000000--

Edward: I guess we should start planning the wedding

Bella: no… something more difficult first… more dangerous

Friend: is she still talking about her virginity

[sunsetofdoom]

OTP Song Meme

Tagged by @a-muirehen, bless you

(Tagging: @comraderex, @swtorpadawan, @frozenabattoir, @pineaberry, @semper-draca, but only if yall wanna, obviously)

I realize that I haven’t talked about this very much- I’m trying, okay- but I’m shipping my SW’s second apprentice, an entirely made-up Sith Pureblood Healer named Khiru Enerae, with @comraderex‘s EXTREMELY adorable Twi’lek Inquisitor twink, Katabi. 

(I don’t even have any pictures of Khiru, my SWTOR subscription ran out so I can’t make Purebloods lmao.)

But there sure is a playlist for the sarcastic healer made entirely of broken glass, who needs to tie his lovers’ wrists so they can’t touch him. Plus a playlist for him with his idiot, self-destructive, hyperactive, slutty punk Twi’lek who keeps getting stabbed god dammit Katabi do I have to strap you to the medical bed-

I couldn’t like.... not have a playlist to listen to while I don’t write.

All Time Low- Bad Enough For You (Khiru to Katabi)

I wanna be good to you, But that’s not your type So I’m gonna be bad for your tonight I’ll misbehave if it turns you on; No Mr. Right if you want Mr. Wrong I’ll tell you lies Since you don’t like the truth I don’t wanna be bad I just wanna be bad enough for you

Ingrid Michaelson- Missing You (Katabi to Khiru)

So take me in your arms Tell me all your secrets in the dark I don’t wanna fake it anymore And I don’t wanna be dramatic You’re in my head again I can’t get you out I try but you just never move I’m in his bed again feeling like a stranger When he’s kissing me I’m missing you

Mother, Mother- Calm Me Down (Both of the absolute morons)

All my life I hurt myself and cut myself Put myself through living hell All so I could feel what I felt When you took me in  Absolve my sins With your flesh and skin Use your skin 

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Only the One you Love, Part 9 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Angst / Romance / Smut / Fluff

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Warnings: Graphic Smut, unprotected sex, some tense strawberries meant for human consumption, a mighty thirst, your author breaking the 4th wall, and omg two Y/Ns collide. Those who have read all three series in this universe (All His, I Give Up, and 2am) will find parts of this chapter particularly significant.

Only the One you Love[M]:  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

There is power in panic.

Panic makes people stupid.

Mass panic has the ability to turn a single rational human being into an animal incapable of rational thought -- when panic is introduced into a group of people; formerly rational human beings are capable of trampling over each other to reach the exit of a burning building. Panic makes a once smart person, a damn imbecile.  

Panic has the ability to take what you thought would be a reasonably dealt with situation like oh, an accidental kiss on the lips -- something that could be just a slip but definitely nothing to lose your mind over. It could have been something to be absolved with an apology — oh, sorry I drank a little too much and got too excited; sorry I lost my mind for a moment; sorry it felt so normal and comfortable, I forgot who you were for a second, I don’t know what came over me — when panic takes ahold of that situation, sometimes things can get much, much worse.

You swear to god, you used to be normal.

But panic had turned you into a dumb, instinctual animal and they were all watching you with their shocked faces and Kyungsoo...Kyungsoo was absolutely frozen with it. The shock of it.

You had just kissed him on the lips after winning a stupid drinking game and you did it with witnesses. S.M. employed managers were here. Staff members loomed along the edges of the room with drinks in hand and thoroughly scandalized looks on their faces — mouths agape in unison like a television church choir silenced by the mute button. They were watching and they were forming their conclusions and oh christ you were done for. Their conclusions would be the end of you. There would be an investigation. There would be lawyers. There would roll your head along the wooden platform after the guillotine was pulled to the ground by the gravity of this mistake.

You felt the fear course through your chest and — oh god oh god — was that the taste bile on the back of your tongue?

Somewhere inside your panicked mind, in the same space that clawed and shoved bodies out of the way as flames licked and climbed the walls behind your back, sat your imagination pouring through the books searching for the solution to this mess — oh god, you would be fired. You would be sued. You’d never get to keep another dime of your own paycheck and you’d be blacklisted from any and every translating job you ever applied fo — somewhere inside the panic grew a plan. A terribly stupid and horrible plan.

Inappropriate personal relations with idol group members.

Personal...personal.

The panic was powerful. You were out of ideas. You’d remove the personal part.

If Kyungsoo’s eyes had been huge when you pulled your lips away from his, they nearly fell right out of his head when you clapped your hands in front of your face in faked, over the top, vomit inducing celebration of winning that stupid game, his eyes, they shook and trembled in confusion when you spun away from him and grabbed the nearest human body that happened to occupy the space of earth beside Kyungsoo. This new person, another member of your inept band of idiots hereby assembled and crowned as the winners — another member of the Singles, with his eyes unblinking and his face frozen in genuine surprise — you pulled that boy down, your hands yanked on warm cheeks until your lips made contact with his lips and you smacked loudly and dramatically before you shoved him away, a maniacal laugh bursting from deep within your lungs.

You sounded possessed. Perhaps you had been. Jongin gasped and fell down onto the couch behind him and covered his mouth with the flat of his palm.

Sehun stood beside Jongin and he watched your approach. You didn’t have time for reservations. You didn’t have time for the furrow of Sehun’s eyebrows or the hard-line set of his lips at watching you whirl around the room placing your lips on whoever the hell crossed your path.

This was a farce. You were halfway through with it and then you could die in peace and Sehun resisted so much less than Jongin did. Sehun, for the love of god, he actually leaned into you and you felt the slightest purse of his lips against yours when you did it; when you kissed him — you were a fool. You hadn’t meant it. You were an asshole. You knew it was wrong. You knew it was the worst sin against him with how you knew he felt about you and yet, you were desperate. You pushed against the warm firmness of his chest and you felt the grip of his hand over yours. You opened your eyes to see his own brown eyes searching yours for an explanation.

“This is how we celebrate a win...the uhh European way, ha ha ha—” you lied through your teeth with a bright and cheerful smile on your face. If you smiled widely enough, would he believe it? Would they all believe the bullshit you served?

You didn’t even want to turn and look at any of the others, least of all Kyungsoo, who was a witness to the spectacle you were causing. You didn’t want to move on to Chanyeol who had actually taken a step forward with his arms extended and a cheeky smile on his face — he waited for his kiss. He welcomed it and your body resisted — actually resisted that step into him. Your stomach felt queasy and your hands were beginning to tremble as voices began to speak up behind you.

“That surprised me! I was wondering what the hell was going on.”

“But I guess that’s how Europeans are.”

“It’s a different culture after all.”

“They even have nude beaches in France.”

Oh, the lies upon lies. Oh, you hoped they would just buy it and move on while simultaneously never ever, ever mentioning it to you or anyone else ever again. Ever.

Chanyeol’s smile was too wide and he invited too much for you to give in comfortably. Not on the lips, you just… hadn’t you done enough? He was a member of the Singles team. He was part of this joyous celebration in which you reveled like a maniac. You wondered if you could get away with a swift high five for him when he leaned in and puckered his lips with a giggle. You could smell the liquor coming off his breath with the laugh and you aimed low, hitting the tip of his chin with your loud ceremonial smack and you were pushing him down roughly in mock laughter. You didn’t care about the look of mild disappointment that flashed across his face as he sat down hard on the sofa beside Jongin who only stared off into space with a shell-shocked expression on his face.

Oh god, sorry Jongin  -- Your guilty mind screamed at you --  He was a casualty of your lies. The room was spinning and your head was overheated. The party crowd had erupted into a noisy brouhaha; half accepting of your weird celebratory ways, half peppered with murmured disagreements on how you should behave while living in Korea, regardless of the other places you had been and it seemed like maybe, just maybe this group was drunk enough to blindly accept your rouse.

You wanted to run. You wanted to hide away forever and so you grabbed your empty drink glass for an excuse as you bolted -- a mumble about getting a refill tossed toward anyone who might still be paying attention to you. Your glance around the space was met with two pairs of deep brown eyes who indeed seemed to be paying very close attention to you.

You wanted cold; You wanted all of the cold everything you could have. It felt like your entire head was on fire. You wanted ice.

You also wanted a shovel and a deep hole, maybe even a heavy rock to set on top so you never ever had to come out again in this lifetime.

Inside the kitchen, you found the fridge and opened the top freezer compartment and you leaned your entire head deep inside. The chilly air coming from the freezer felt like salvation and you could feel its spindly fingers touching lightly along your burning cheeks. The cold felt amazing enough to let out a low groan into the empty space of that hotel room freezer. Soon enough, your groaning turned sour as your short-term memory flashed your most recent public disaster like movie replay and you wanted to die all over again. Not even the cold of the freezer could help this. What a disaster you were! You had just kissed 4 members of Exo; well, 3 and kinda Chanyeol, in front of everybody and they were no doubt out there still talking about what a goddamn mess of a human being you were. You stomped your legs hard into the floor below you and wished for this night to be over.

“Well…” The deep timbre of a familiar voice spoke behind the open freezer door, “that was...different.”

“Shut up,” you moaned into the cold empty space, “I want to die. Oh my god.”

“Chanyeol was into it,” Kyungsoo teased behind the door and you pulled the freezer closed tightly around your head, aiming to block out the noise or possibly suffocate yourself to death with it.

“Oh my god...Chanyeol…”

“Jongin’s face though--”

“Oh my god...Jongin...”

“Anyway they’re starting another game. You wanna go back out there? I think there might be some members of Exo that you haven’t kissed yet.” His tone was playful but it was also dark. And you definitely sensed a bitter flavor just under the layers or his jokes.

“Kyungsoo, do me a favor,” you spoke from well inside the freezer, where you considered taking up permanent residence. You felt the contrast of the heat of his body as he leaned against your flank, having rounded the fridge to stand close to you for super secret whispers about the multitude of sins you had committed in this life.  

“Hmm-” he hummed a response against your ear. Was he crawling into the freezer with you now? Would he join you in hell’s fiery furnace?

Was he upset that you had kissed nearly all of Exo? Would he tease you about this for the rest of your lives? Would he bring this up at random moments like during an anniversary dinner in a quiet restaurant — would he laugh at you for permanently scarring Jongin? Would the best man’s speeches all mention the time you tried to hide your relationship by drunkenly smooching everyone in the room?

“Smash this freezer door against my head until I lose consciousness.”

He didn’t laugh at your attempt at assisted suicide but you felt the softness of his hands connecting to your body at the waist; slowly slipping a pathway up your sides and his fingertips brushed too far forward; brushing against both sides of the cups of your bra. What was he doing at a time like this? How could his touch be so liberal after everything that had just happened? You dropped your arms some but still refused to extract your head from the freezer.

“I would do anything for love,” he cooed into your ear; his words fighting through the hum of the freezer compressor that clicked on and worked overtime to cool the entire kitchen now for as long as you had the door opened. There was something strange brewing the slowness of his hands and in the deliberate path they took as he touched you in a way that was definitely inappropriate for this party filled with so many people.

“But I won’t do that,” just as soon as the second line was out of his lips, his hands attacked as round determined fingers hooked under your armpits and sunk in with curved and pointed digits, aiming to tickle you out of your frozen hiding spot.

It worked. You curled in, jumped, and squealed in surprise at the sudden attack and your elbows were flying as he quickly wrapped his strong arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides and embracing you into a tight back-hug in the process.

It was shocking. It was very, very close contact and while there were no other party-goers in this kitchenette right now, this wasn’t exactly a private space to be playing around quite so physically with him like this. You heard his rapid and labored breathing mixed with the staccato giggles that vibrated through your back and you stopped fighting for retaliation as soon as his arms encircled you.

The surprise of the embrace cooled any fiery response you had to his tickling attack and you stilled your bones long enough for his laughter to quiet and for his posture to change and shift into you as he leaned himself against your back and inhaled a breath from somewhere beside your ear.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he whispered into your ear and the warmth of his breath brought with it the lightest scent of alcohol as it passed by your nose. You turned your head toward his words, too transfixed by the closeness to push his hands down from where they held you, a band of muscles and bones and skin just below your breasts. “How many times will you have to kiss me to make up for kissing all of them?”

This felt unfair. The whispers. His hands were warm and he opened his palms over your ribs as the edge of his thumb ran lightly over the bottom band of your bra.

What was the alternative? You fess up and lose your job and every bit of respect you had earned in this industry. Behind you, where he leaned against, you felt the concentrated warmth that collected and pooled just behind the curve of your ass and he didn’t even try to hide it by angling his hips or shifting himself away from you.

Besides, you didn’t see him coming up with any grand schemes to clean up that mess back there. He was just as frozen and shocked that it happened as you had been.

Yes, yes. You know. It was your fault. You were the goddamn fool who kissed him in the first place, but was he really going to hold onto you in the kitchen like this? Was he really breathing that way into your ear and inhaling, too slowly and too deeply, the smell coming off your hair like that? When you felt the tip of his nose brush lightly along the nape of your neck, you were certain that a spark of electricity jumped along the molecules in between. The cells of your skin jumped and vibrated with the jolt and the residual tingle left you feeling chilled enough for goosebumps to form on your limbs. Nearly every bit of skin pulled and tightened and reacted to him and your body reacted too. Warmth spread and danger built. You had to stop this. This was unsafe. This was the kind of reckless behavior that would destroy lives.

You gave a little shove with your shoulders and his grip around you gave immediately. His arms slid down and away at a suspiciously languid pace and you took a single step away from his body heat. You did a half turn, not quite ready to commit to this and face him head-on.

You placed your palms flat on the countertop in front of you and caught his eyes that watched you without a word spoken on his parted lips. His breathing though, you could see the evidence of it, labored and heavy as his chest moved up and down and he was watching only your face. You felt on fire again, except this had nothing to do with embarrassment.

You honestly didn’t know what to do. Aside from pushing his arms away from you; from breaking the contact of his skin to yours so the electric current could no longer pass between your bodies, you were out of ideas on what your next move should be. What you were certain of, was that you were in some sort of definite and immediate danger of falling back into his arms again; if your footing wasn’t sure and careful, you might just trip and he would be the one to catch you.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, but your drinks had been well watered down all night. Kyungsoo had made sure of that. Perhaps he was drunker than he let on? Why else would he be acting this careless?

“Kyungsoo, we can’t be doing things like this here,” you exhaled through gritted teeth and laid a palm over your chest in an attempt to calm the racing heart you felt inside your chest.

“Things?” He angled his shoulders parallel to the counter as you were and lifted his hands to rest his palms flat over the countertop surface just as you did. “What things are we doing? I’m not doing anything. Is there something you are doing?” as he said it, his eyes finally left yours and he looked around the kitchen space. The sounds of the party goers around the other side of the wall grew noisier as someone laughed at something and someone else complained noisily.

It was a tactic. You knew this much from experience, yet you couldn’t just let him stand there and deny putting his hands all over you and sniffing your neck the way he was. Plus there was the other thing that you felt happening down south. The whole game he was playing made you roll your eyes and you turned to face him with your eyebrows raised and a challenge on your lips.

“Really? You weren’t doing anything?” You advanced and lifted your hands to lightly roll wandering fingertips over his chest and he took a step back with a light gasp for air. When you leaned in closer to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his face against your cheek you breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of his skin through your parted lips and you had to close your eyes as the light fragrance that he wore danced along your senses and made you lose just a little bit of the nerve you had gathered for this challenge. God, he smelled good.

Well.... this was a mistake. You felt more affected by this than vindicated and when you opened your eyes to look at his face his eyes were open and he was watching you with a darkness inside his irises that followed every little movement you made with your face. When you licked your dry lips his focus fell down to watch your mouth move and when your eyebrows trembled and shook, his eyes followed the dance they did; each time returning to look into your eyes, each time bringing even more heat to the surface of your skin than you had there before.

“You must be very drunk,” you said softly. Were you talking to him or to yourself? You didn’t feel that drunk but you were struggling with your self-control immensely. You wanted to be able to blame it on something outside of yourself. You could at least pretend.

“I’m not drunk at all,” he said softly, “but I’m having a very hard time keeping my hands off of you right now.”

Another loud sound erupted from the other side of the kitchen wall where the group was and you turned your head to look behind you. It was laughter again and you knew it was only a matter of time before someone had a reason to come into this kitchen for something. You knew it was only a matter of time. How long had you both been in here? Ten, fifteen minutes at most?

Long enough, that was for damn sure.  

The coast was clear. The noise was just laughter and something sounded like it fell in the other room but you couldn’t see any signs of anyone coming. This was bad ideas all around. You had to either leave this party or return to it, but whatever you did it had to be away from Kyungsoo because the temptation was too great for you to resist without causing yourself some sort of bodily harm. You’d made up your mind, steeled your resolve and turned around to face him again.

Only this time, you were even less prepared than he had been when you felt the warmth and the wetness of his mouth cover over your lips. You were a marble statue; frozen in time in vivid detail, even the waves of your skirt carved into stone by expert hands and you began to melt when his lips moved and he inhaled a breath of air from inside your parted lips.

More than alcohol, you tasted him; the softness of his lips molded into yours and the hard outline of his teeth sank into your bottom lip and pulled, coaxing you, begging you to come into him, making your once lucid mind go soft and blurry until an outside sound caught your ear and made you close up your mouth, step away from his lips and his demanding traveling hands and that sound -- shit, who? -- that sound made your eyes pop open and you spun like a top. A guilty caught red-handed top of shame and sin and humiliation.

“Haven’t you caused enough trouble tonight? Seriously...” The words were spoken through a harsh hushed whisper and there it was again, the burning in your skin that seemed to be your general trend tonight.

“Baek--” Kyungsoo exhaled and lifted a hand to wipe wetness from his lips.

“And Sehun?” Baekhyun’s face was pink and his eyes were hard with anger. He had his index finger lifted and he pointed it toward where you stood trying in vain to blend into the pattern of the hotel kitchen wallpaper. “Who’s going to tell Sehun about this snake?”

It took you only seconds of his hard glaring eyes to realize he was speaking only about you with his unrestrained anger.

“Just how many of my friends are you fucking around with?” His anger was surprising and you flinched when he slammed an empty glass down on the countertop nearly hard enough to crack the glass.

“Byun Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo’s harsh voice called out as a stern warning and your view of Baekhyun’s scowl was blocked by the black of Kyungsoo’s hair as he stepped in front of you.

“Speak to her that way again and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat,” he growled at the drunker, angrier man standing in front of him in this tiny kitchen. You had to crane your head to see around Kyungsoo’s head and when he caught your movement from the corner of his eye he shifted to block you further with an extended arm.

“You and I need to have a talk.” When Kyungsoo moved again it was Baekhyun’s turn to flinch and you caught the surprised whimper as Baekhyun was dragged by the arm rather roughly from the kitchen to the bathroom that sat just off the entryway to the living area and heads turned in curiosity to see the two men shove through the doorway together and close the door behind with a click.

You wrung your hands together, surprised to find them shaking. That look in Baekhyun’s eyes had held so much anger, so much disdain at the mere sight of you, what in the world had been on his mind to find you in this situation with Kyungsoo. How could he have jumped to so many conclusions about your character with so little information to go on. He obviously had very little to work with. He knew about Montserrat. He knew you and Kyungsoo had hooked up then, but nothing beyond that? Every single time you had visited Korea to see him, Kyungsoo had kept you at his home alone. You didn’t socialize with any of his friends. You didn’t meet anyone outside of Sunny, the dog walker. Hell, you hardly even saw the natural sunlight when you were there. The man had kept you sealed inside a tomb of secrets. Even meals were delivered; left outside the door with payment made through bank transfer as if a delivery man catching glimpse of your face would be the end of his entire world.

No wonder Baekhyun had been in the dark. Baekhyun must have thought horrible things about you; sleeping around with whichever high profile idol you could sink your teeth into; accepting favors from the youngest, most impressionable member of the group. The job promotion, the little treats and the gifts he gave you. You had been taking Sehun’s heart for a joy ride as you still, what? Used Kyungsoo for sex whenever you felt like it?

Baekhyun had no idea about the months of dating. Baekhyun didn’t know about the love. Baekhyun didn't know how he broke your heart. He didn't know how fragile you felt inside when you thought about the possibility of letting Kyungsoo back inside, where the vacuum created by his absence had pulled and pulled at the edges of your soul until the walls were so worn away, so thin that only a small gust of wind was all it would take to cave you in completely.

Baekhyun didn’t know shit.

You wished you could be inside that bathroom right now and hear the excuses from Kyungsoo’s lips.

You’d made it three steps toward the door, your curiosity building when the shaking in your hands had finally settled down and you wondered how much you would be able to overhear with your ear pressed up to the door when you heard your name from the opposite direction of the bathroom.

Sehun called you. Sehun’s face was pink and bright and he wore a nervous smile on his lips and he held a half-finished drink in his hands.

You’d long given up on your drink. You had no prop to hold in front of you for security. All you had was that nagging feeling in your mind and the dryness in your throat that you cleared away with a look down from his eyes that searched yours.

“Uhh--” Sehun scratched the back of his neck and set his drink down on the kitchen counter. You wish he’d keep holding it. Sehun reached for your hand and you felt your own pulse quicken when he did it. It was something he did often, yet the ghost of Kyungsoo’s hands still left their impressions on your skin and you wanted to pull your hand out of Sehun’s warm grip.

“Did you need something, Sehun?” You compromised with a single squeeze of your hand against his before releasing and you pulled your own hand out of his. A half-empty plastic water bottle that sat abandoned on the countertop was your excuse and you grabbed it, claiming it as your own and using that as your excuse.

“I was just, umm--” Sehun was fidgety. His hands wrung themselves together in front of his waist and he had a shift in his stance that couldn't seem to make up its mind as he rocked on his heels in front of you and didn’t actually continue speaking. Instead, he ran his hands through his hair and rubbed over the back of his neck again with a restless hand as he made a face that wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows over his eyes that closed up tight for a second.

A feeling was dawning. This was…

Sehun was nervous to speak with you and you could feel something coming. It felt like the moment of stillness in between; when the winds simply stopped and every speck of dust in the air drifted and settled to the ground right before they started back up in a new direction.

“I just wanted to know if you had a moment, I wanted to talk to you,” Sehun finally whispered and his fingertips had found the hem of your top. As he spoke, he kicked the toe of his foot lightly on the floor underneath himself and kept his eyes down on his fingers that rolled the fabric of your shirt between his thumb and index finger. “I have something I think I have to tell you.”

The dawning feeling grew into something greater and you received enough of it to identify and name it. This was dread. You watched the flood of pink in his cheeks as the dread flooded your mind and you physically shook your head in an attempt to dissipate it. It didn’t budge.

“Sehun, you don't...have to--” You must have just been terrible at this. There were no words coming that could help and Sehun took a step closer. You took one back and a wall was there.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Oh no. Not now.

You felt blackness then. Just cool, cold blackness that shadowed over your thoughts and your mind and -- and, no. No, Sehun. No, you can’t. You mustn’t.

The blackness in your mind had taken your words, what little you had left, and tossed them into the ocean. He’d finally looked up from his fingers and stilled the kicking of his foot and he looked into your expression which must have looked frozen in disbelief.

“No.” You whispered though it was under your breath. He was close enough to you to hear it and there was another tug at the fabric of your shirt. “You don’t,” you added -- whether it was just your own denial, or if you were trying to convince him of this, you weren’t sure, but your response made him inhale a breath and lift his head for a look around the room with no actual focus.

Your eyes traveled as well and you caught the curious glance of a few of his group members in your direction. Chanyeol met your eyes for a second and quickly let go. Junmyeon looked twice and took a sip of his drink for something to do. Were they all watching this? Did they put him up to it? Had they fed him the drinks and the courage to do it?

“Not think,” he said again, a little bit louder than he had spoken before, “I don't think it. I’m sure I’m in love with you.”

His certainty made you scoff the smallest laugh. There was no humor in it, but it escaped from your body and puffed out through your nose and you still shook your head back and forth.

“No, Sehun.” There was a frown on your lips as you said it and the frown was a reflection of the sudden and overwhelming sadness you felt inside your chest. You couldn’t help that, you felt sad. “You can’t.”

You reached for his hand, at last, pulling it off of the hem of your shirt and he looked into your eyes with his own dark brown ones that looked to be so full of determination and questions.

“Can’t I?” The question peppered out of his lips in a swift burst and his mouth hung open after the words were out and there was no trace of humor or amusement on his face. “Why can’t I?”

The questions were rhetorical. His eyes were watching you closely when you dropped his hand and he let it hang to his side.

“Why can’t I? Y-You don’t like me?” This question was much smaller and you saw the blue tint of hurt reflected in the brown irises of his eyes. “I thought -- I mean, we already get along so well, and maybe you could give me a chance?”

You’d never had trouble talking to Sehun before. The conversation flowed freely and easily like you had known him your entire life and had been friends for as long as you could remember. But this, telling him this -- this monumental secret of yours that wasn’t just your secret to keep but also Kyungsoo’s secret. Yet the pain in his eyes as he doubted his self-worth as if he wasn’t the most amazing, sweetest, kindest human being that you’d ever known in your life. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let him think that he was somehow not enough for you. You needed something. You had to speak.

“Sehun, I’m in love with someone else.

“And that’s not going to change. It’s not fair to you. You can’t love me because I can’t return your feelings.”

He took only a moment to absorb this. And like a sponge, he soaked in your words and even seemed to grow just a little more from what he had learned. He lifted and he straightened when he spoke.

“Well, who is it?” His posture had shifted with this new information and he narrowed his eyes in your direction. You still recognized that look of determination on his face and you wished he would turn that down just a little bit here, this wasn’t a new choreography he was trying to master or a fast rap he was learning, this was your life. You weren’t something that was so easily figured out no matter how many hours of practice he put in.

“Does that matter?”

“Of course it matters, what if he sucks? What if he works too much or drinks too much and doesn’t appreciate you. What if he’s not good enough for you? Why haven’t you ever mentioned him to me? You’ve told me so many things, how could you be in love with a whole entire person and not have mentioned him once? Does he really exist? Are you making someone up to let me down easy? Sorry, no room in your heart for Sehunnie, it’s already filled with whoeverthefuck.”

The embarrassment of the confession seemed to have passed because Sehun was going now. His words flew easily and comfortably from his lips like they usually did when you both got to talking and you watched his face as he asked his many questions that you had absolutely no intention of answering.  There was a moment though when the focus of his eyes caught on something behind you and turned your attention to meet what he saw.

The bathroom door was open and a suspiciously quiet Baekhyun walked away from the doorway. He looked uninjured at least.

“I can’t really tell you much, Sehun. It’s...it’s a difficult situation to explain.”

Kyungsoo’s focus was moving over the faces of the people at this party and he turned toward where you stood talking with Sehun before he lowered his chin and dropped his eyes. And he was walking now, moving to where you stood without watching you. You were familiar with this sort of body movement. He was coming to you without it being obvious that you were his destination.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t get rejected did you?” This question flew over your head with your focus on Kyungsoo as it was and your silence must have made Sehun assume your response.

“What kinda goddamned idiot — now I’m worried, honey, is he—” he raised a hand to wave over his own face, “is he...you know...okay? Like does he have something wrong inside his brain or maybe he’s blind?”

Sehun’s expression looked quite serious as he asked you this ridiculous question and it brought a small chuckle of surprise from your lips.

“He has his moments, Sehun.”

“Who does?” Kyungsoo had reached Sehun’s side and looked up at the taller man who sported a deep frowning pout on his face when he saw Kyungsoo approach him.

“Hyung,” Sehun whined, “I got rejected.”

Oh god. He wasn’t about to tell him, was he? You felt a very sudden and definite need to change the subject immediately but you were too slow. Kyungsoo lifted an eyebrow and his eyes pulled in your direction, landing squarely on your face for a good five seconds before he looked back up into Sehun’s face.

“Did you?”

Sehun was nodding his head in big dramatic sweeps and you kinda wished Sehun hadn’t had as much to drink as he did because he seemed to have forgotten that you were still standing right here.

“She says she loves somebody else. Someone with really bad eyesight.”

This had Kyungsoo fighting a smile and you bit down on your lip to keep from laughing outright and Sehun looked in your direction for a moment, his eyes on you but his gaze never quite reaching deeper than a superficial glance. After a moment his focus sharpened and he inhaled a short breath. It was a gasp, a small one.

“Stop me if I’m just...drunk, but that friend of yours, the one with the ex that wasn’t...that wasn’t you was it?”

All traces of the smile you battled left your face and Sehun’s eyes widened when he noticed the change.

“Wait a minute so that means…” he extended a finger at you and held the point before dropping it to scratch lightly at his temple. There was a little head shake before he turned to Kyungsoo with a sharp inhale of breath.

“Do you know who it is? Maybe you met him at the eye doctor. She won’t tell me anything — what if he’s terrible — I have a bad feeling—”

“You drank a lot, Sehunnie,” Kyungsoo raised a hand to place over Sehun’s shoulder and began to rub slow pacifying circles over his back.

“I guess you don't know anything,” Sehun mumbled and his eyes closed for a moment as the alcohol seemed to catch up with him, “you would tell me if you knew anything. I know I can trust you, Hyung.” Kyungsoo’s hand paused its rubbing and you noticed the clench of his jaw as he looked away from Sehun’s eyes. Sehun did not notice the pink tint Kyungsoo’s ears took on. Sehun did not notice shift and the fall of Kyungsoo’s focus as he closed out the light and he did not say a single thing to Sehun that resembled any kind of real honesty about this whole mess and Sehun’s blind faith in his friend remained untested, for now.  

“Them.” Sehun came back to life suddenly and his eyes were wide as he lifted a finger to point across the room to the sofa where the other members of Exo seemed to be lost in a heated debate that involved sharply pointed fingers and some intense whining and foot stomping by Kim Jongdae as members laughed and clapped their hands. “Those jerks told me to confess and now look what happened. I was rejected and things will get weird.” Sehun turned his head to look back to where you stood behind him and you lifted your hand to rub over his back beside where Kyungsoo’s hand was rubbing.

“Nothing will get weird, Sehun. You can still come to my office anytime you want.”

“Can I come to your office anytime I want?” Kyungsoo was mumbling sarcastically and under his breath and you kicked your toe forward to hit the back of his knee, making his balance give for just a second, he stumbled and recovered in a single step and didn’t turn his head to look back to see the glare you shot in his direction.

The three of you were moving and Kyungsoo steered Sehun toward the group of men howling in laughter on the couch. As you moved closer to the group you could hear bits of their discussion and Jongdae seemed to be defending his honor vehemently. Or was he defending his dishonor?

“I am not a prude!” He stomped again and his fists banged against his thighs. He was standing in the center of the room and Minseok had a drink raised in his direction. He waited for him to take it after all the stomping was done.

“What is this? I’m not drinking this. I have to stay awake to call my girlfriend tonight.”

“Oh for the nightly bible sessions?” Chanyeol joked and Jongdae’s face whipped around in his direction.

“Don't mock my faith,” he warned and Chanyeol snickered into his hands. “We don't have bible sessions. We have a very normal, healthy, adult relationship.”

“Ahhhh -- I don't want to hear this,” Minseok said noisily and he pushed Jongdae’s hand up toward his mouth. Jongdae listened and took a sip of the drink Minseok had given him. He swallowed and winced as it went down and then looked back at a laughing Minseok with wide scandalized eyes.

“How much did you put? Is this all booze?”

Minseok was laughing too hard to answer but nodded his head and held on to his belly as he fell back into the seat he occupied, too drunk and too amused to respond with words.  

Jongdae huffed and set the glass down on the coffee table in the center of the room, clearly in protest of something.

“I won’t drink it. I can’t be the biggest prude in the room. Kyungsoo is standing right there he hasn’t even gotten to talk.”

“Sehun either,” Minseok piped up and you were a bit lost about what exactly this new game’s rules were now that you had actually stepped into the room.

You noticed the party was now completely comprised of the members of Exo with the addition of yourself now that most of the staff and managers had called it a night.

“What’s happening right now?” You leaned your head down to Jongin who was sitting in an armchair closest to you and he flinched hard and leaned away from you on instinct. He must have not seen you there and you nodded your head with an innocent smile to let him know you came in peace this time and not for his lips.

“Ahh, we’re talking about who is the least experienced… sexually. It’s Jongdae because he’s waiting for marriage, but he doesn’t want to admit it. So now there’s a punishment just because he’s being stubborn. Ummm--” Jongin was looking around the room now as he squinted at each member’s face, recalling their stories from earlier.

“--Baekhyun says he’s done it in a game arcade, but the arcade was closed to the public so it doesn’t really count and it was just a blow job so that’s kinda...you know...easy.”

“Like an arcade for kids, Baekhyun?” Sehun sat forward and looked judgingly at Baekhyun with his question and Baekhyun lifted his hand to count out on his fingers.

“Okay, like I said. The arcade was closed...so no kids. And two, it was just a blowjob and she swallowed … so no mess.”

The group of men groaned out loud with this new addition of way too much information and even you found yourself reaching for a freshly poured drink from the coffee table to hide the grimace on your face.

“And Chanyeol has a list of hotels. Just a bunch of hotels. He knows the dates and the names of the hotels and probably even the room numbers, so we all know he’s legit. Still...not very exciting,” Jongin said; his finger lifted to point at the next in line of the group.

“Umm, Me. I’ve done it in the dorm. Most of us have, for obvious reasons. Junmyeon too -- dorm.”

“Yixing isn’t around much but he’s not exactly quiet when he is, so...dorm,” Minseok was speaking again from the sofa, “I mean, it’s you, Jongdae.”

“What about Minseok?” You asked, suddenly curious as to why he was not in the list of possible suspects.

He heard his name and he turned to look in your direction.

“The kitchen pantry at my parent’s house during a dinner party. Party guests, my entire family, and some members were present.”

Someone was coughing in the room. Minseok spoke his piece with such a calm expression on his face that you found yourself gasping and staring at the audacity of the quiet man sitting across the room stating such facts without a bother in the world about it. Someone had choked on their drink and was trying hard to get the liquid out with bits of words thrown in between the hard hacks.

“Wait--Wait,” Sehun held his hand to his chest and sat up straighter to try and recover from swallowing his drink the wrong way. “The dinner party I attended? The one where you punched that guy in the face?”

Minseok did not answer with words but lifted his drink into the air with a single lift of a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and a tiny smile on his lips. He then took a sip of his drink and turned his focus on the two newest additions to the conversation.

“So...Sehun and Kyungsoo. Wildest places you’ve had sex. Otherwise, Jongdae drinks it.”

“Mine’s dorm too,” Sehun said with a glazed look over his eyes, “but, I mean, I guess I haven’t gotten my story yet, right? I wonder when I’ll get my own.” He looked straight ahead, still in that daze and you didn’t quite understand what he meant by his little question to himself.

He sounded drunker than he did before but most of the room was in a similar state by now.

All eyes turned to Kyungsoo who sat on the arm of the sofa beside Sehun, sporting a relaxed posture with his arms over his chest and an unbothered expression on his face.

“Kyungsoo?” Minseok called his name and Kyungsoo’s eyes sharpened on the older man who sat across the living room, clearly waiting for his answer.

“Look, he’s gone quiet,” Jongdae said quickly and you could hear the hope in his voice.

“He’s got nothing...maybe less than nothing. I’ve at least done some things...but Kyungsoo --” Jongdae’s wishful rambling was interrupted when Kyungsoo opened his mouth to speak.

“Movie theatre,” Kyungsoo said. You couldn't stop the reaction your body had to the words he spoke and the memories of that night with him flooded through your mind the second he said it. You felt hot all over. You felt cold too. It was a strange and simultaneously unexplainable contrast of feelings. You lifted your hands to cover tightly over your own closed eyes and you wished you could close out the world for the night. The inhale of air he took told you that he wasn’t done talking and you kept your hands over your eyes to keep the world dark for a little while longer. “Uhh...open for business, during a regular showing of a movie. Empty house, but...uhh...a public place.”

“What the fuck,” Jongdae cursed out loud and the room grew light again when you uncovered your face. Mouths were open and eyes were glued to the man who had finally stopped talking, thank God. Kyungsoo was staring ahead of himself, not looking at anyone specifically and you, like the others, watched his face in shocked silence.

His face was passive and he was motionless until you saw his eyes move and he looked up and to the left, to where you sat, staring at him in disbelief. Kyungsoo looked into your eyes and he securely held the eye contact with you. You felt like someone had lit an enormous fire inside of this hotel room and that fire had swallowed up all of the oxygen. You could not seem to make yourself breathe with him looking at you like that and the longer it went on the dizzier you felt.

After a spell, someone slowly clapped their hands. It was Chanyeol. He gave a small round of applause and their faces were changing as they shook their heads and celebrated this ridiculous game that didn’t even have any damn rules to it.

Jongdae was reaching for the drink on the table and he downed half of it with a loud cough and gagging sounds before inhaling again to down the rest of it.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” he mumbled between drinks and the interest in the game vanished with the last swallows of the alcohol in Jongdae’s glass.

You watched the drunken men grouping off and many of them hovered around a whining Sehun who complained about you rejecting him. You thought it probably wasn’t very polite for you to be standing right beside him when he did it, so you got up and wandered out onto the balcony of the suite which was accessible through the bedroom.

Much to your astonishment, you were quickly joined by a single member who you hadn’t at all expected to be the one to follow you out.

“Hey, uh...could we talk for a moment?”

You spun in place to face him and you could see that he had closed the sliding glass door behind him when he came out. He didn’t make any moves to where you stood though and even lifted his hands in place with a small yet sheepish wince on his face.

“I think I owe you an apology,” Baekhyun began with a steady and level voice and you gripped the balcony railing with both of your hands as you looked out over the night lights of the city. There was quite a bit of sincerity you could hear on Baekhyun’s voice and you were finding it hard to keep up the eye contact as he spoke to you. “I misjudged you. I jumped to conclusions about you that were uneducated and unfair and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

It was odd. The wind was blowing and it was cold on your skin and you had to wrap your arms over your stomach to keep from shivering and it was odd -- this man, apologizing to you with such a clear and level tone; such carefully selected words, they held so much power and you found yourself feeling the chill of that wind just a little less with each new word from his lips.

“I didn’t know...that he...that he broke your heart, like that. I didn't know any of it,” he said in a whisper and you bit down lightly on the inside of your cheek when you looked into his eyes. “I hope things work out,” he added with a small smile on his face and a puff of a tiny laugh. He lifted his fist into the air, giving a little shake as a salute of his positive wishes for you.

“Alone...or together with Kyungsoo… whatever you decide to do -- I hope things work out for you.”

“Thank you, Baekhyun.” The sincerity in your words was a reflection of the warmth you felt inside your chest and you saw his smile widen when yours did. It was amazing really, how quickly this person seemed to change in front of your eyes and suddenly you felt that much lighter. Baekhyun knew the truth. Baekhyun believed in you. He might even be on your side every now and again. Kyungsoo had told him everything and suddenly, and remarkably, the air inside your lungs felt lighter. The breeze that chilled you before, refreshed you now and you inhaled deeper as your smile widened.

“Or even, Sehun,” Baekhyun said suddenly and you could hear the laughter on his voice. “I mean, he’s just got the most ridiculous crush on you, you know I had to mute your name in the group chat because he just--” His eyes widened and he lifted a hand into the air, making a blabbering mouth with his fingers to mimic the way Sehun must have gone on and on about you to his members.

You laughed and shook your head. “I’ll have to talk to Sehun,” you said with a little bit of that sadness from before surging through your heart at the thought of coming clean to one of the greatest and most genuine friends you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. You hoped and wished that his faith in you wouldn’t be destroyed. You prayed that the hurt of concealing this from him would not run too deep into his beautiful heart.

Baekhyun’s phone was ringing somewhere inside his pocket and his smile vanished as he searched his pants for it. When he found the phone you watched the smile reappear and multiply and reach his eyes as he quickly swiped and put the phone up to his ear.

“Baby!” he shouted -- actually shouted into his phone and you jumped at the volume of his excitement. “Oh, sorry, sorry,” he immediately whispered when the response of the caller must have chastised his noisiness.

“Ohhh, is she asleep?” he asked, his voice much quieter now. “I didn’t wake her did I?-- Oh good. Can we switch to video? I want to see her.”

Baekhyun pulled the phone away from his ear and his eyes were glued to his screen with the most genuine look of pure elation you had ever seen on his face. After a second you saw him reach up to cover his parted lips with the palm of his hand and his eyes sparkled as they reflected the light of his phone screen.

“I can’t believe this. She’s so beautiful, I love you so much. I can’t believe we have a baby now. You know, I actually think she looks like me.”

A...baby? A what? The reflection of the phone made the wetness in his eyes shine and as if he suddenly seemed to notice you standing there beside him, he jumped when his eyes found yours, but his smile did not falter or shrink any. The happiness you saw on his face was meant to be shared.

“Look,” he breathed out through his parted lips and turned the phone around for you to see the screen. “Baby, this is my friend. She’s the Exo translator I told you about, actually...no I told you some bad things, but she’s cool now. I just didn’t know the whole story. It was Kyungsoo’s fault, don't hold it against her.”

On the phone screen, you saw the smiling face of a woman who held something small, cradled in her lap. Something small and something furry. It was a baby, but not the human kind. She was running her fingers lightly through the hair of a sleeping puppy who kicked and twitched as she dreamed and you waved a little hello to the woman who, if you really looked closely, bore a striking resemblance to yourself. Perhaps you were just imagining that.

It was a bit awkward meeting someone for the first time over a grainy cell phone video call so you gave your genuine support and congratulations on the couple adopting a brand new puppy to raise together and wished everyone the very best. Baekhyun gave a quick handwave to you as you left him to his phone call with his girls and you returned to find a way to get back to your hotel room for the night without attracting too much attention for yourself.

Your arrival back into the party did not go entirely unnoticed. A single pair of brown eyes caught ahold of yours the moment you stepped foot through the bedroom doorway and they did not let go of you even when you kept walking past where he sat on the arm of the sofa with his hands fisted together in his lap over his extended legs with ankles crossed. Someone behind him was playing music on a phone and a few munched on snacks set out on the tables.

You remembered the busy day and how you skipped lunch for work. Remembered how you made it back to your room only to be called away again as soon as your shoes were off and all at once the thought of leaving this place without having grabbed a bit of any of the food that had been ordered for the afterparty made you feeling just a bit empty.

Displayed out on the dining table was a spread of little sandwiches. Adorable triangles with colorful fillings and trays of assorted fruit too. Your hotel room could wait. You were hungry and the food was only half consumed by so late at night. You were sure it would only be thrown out if you didn’t have a bit.

You grabbed a plate and looked closely at the sandwich triangles, wondering what that bright pink stuff might be and whether or not you would be judged for disassembling it if you didn't like it. The fruit was safe. It was easy to load up onto your plate and you grabbed a single sandwich to at least smell closely.

While you busied yourself, you could feel it. The eyes of someone watching you. You knew if you looked up you would only become even more aware of it, yet the pull was so strong you could hardly even take spooning bits of melons and strawberries onto your plate without spilling any of them.

The feeling nagged and annoyed and you had to, you just had to give in. when you looked up, your suspicions were rewarded and justified in an instant when you found Kyungsoo watching you closely from his stubborn spot in the living room.

It appeared that he was waiting for you to look up because the moment you did you saw his hands move. He lifted a palm and rubbed it over his own belly and he frowned his lips dramatically for effect. Then he lifted both of his hands together and lifted his shoulders. It was a plea. Feed me too, please, I’m so hungry, boohoo…

It was so adorable, you wanted to spit in disbelief but you just rolled your eyes instead. And still, you turned back to the food and loaded up more sandwiches and fruit. Plenty to share.

You had failed to bring a second fork and your oversight was obvious the second you sat down and speared a strawberry. You felt the warmth of a human body that sat down beside you; resting his arm over your arm and he leaned in close to you with a casual parting of his own lips. And he waited.

“Are you serious right now?” you mumbled as you eyed the fruit on your fork. He did not move except for the twitch in his bottom lip that told you that yes, he was serious and he wanted that strawberry.

“This one is mine though. Look at how red it is. It’s the sweetest one I just know it.”

“You don't want to give me the sweetest one?” he asked softly with a definite pout on his lips and you looked from his face back toward the bright red berry that had tempted you so. The power in his pout was immeasurable. All you could do was shrug and sigh in disappointment and you leaned the fork toward his face. He could have it. There would be other strawberries.

Kyungsoo opened his mouth and the fork went inside and you watched as he used his teeth to bite into the big strawberry, carefully leaving a good solid half of it on the fork. He was chewing now and you felt his hand around your own as he pushed it back to you.

“You’re right, it’s very sweet,” he said and you looked around the room for witnesses to this. Minseok and Jongdae were singing a song. Baekhyun was gone; still outside on the phone probably. Sehun was asleep on Chanyeol’s shoulder and Chanyeol was texting on his phone. Jongin and Junmyeon were both gone as well and you could hear the sounds of a video game in the bedroom.

You popped the fruit end of the fork in your mouth and enjoyed the sweetness of the moment that you had shared with him. The rest of the meal was shared in silence.

But it was a silence that had a bit of heft to it. You found yourself drawn to him whenever he moved. When he bit down or when he chewed you watched his lips move, his jaw move on the side of his face or you would catch the moments when his tongue would dart out and lick his lips. He seemed to be eating slowly. As if he were somehow aware of your weird fixation on watching him eat and he was drawing it out for you. You had to be crazy. Maybe you were. The thought brought a tiny laugh to your lips and you covered it with a little cough.

He glanced at you when you did it and you quickly swallowed down the sandwich you had just taken a bite of with as innocent of a look on your face as you could manage.

The calm exterior was difficult to maintain when he lifted his thumb to brush over your lip, pulling away some bit of filling from the sandwich you had just bitten into and you held your breath when he stuck his thumb inside his own mouth to clean away the mess with his soft lips and his wet tongue and not a trace of a bashful blush or a nervous smile on that pretty face.

You couldn't even taste anything anymore. You ate just to fill your hungry belly and when you felt the first signs of fullness you pushed the plate away, giving him full access to finish every bit of food he wanted and you were standing up from that spot in your own little fire pit of hell in favor of the much safer kitchen for a fresh bottle of water to quench your thirst.

Kyungsoo followed you into the kitchen and you could see the abandoned plate of food left behind on the countertop as he passed you by. He hadn’t touched any more than you did after you left and you watched from the corner of your eye as he opened the fridge for a bottle of water; the same as you had done.

While you tried your best to avoid his eyes as you sipped, Kyungsoo was the opposite; and so very brazen about it. He uncapped the bottle and tossed it away to clatter along the granite surface. He lifted the bottle to his lips and pulled the liquid inside his mouth. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and all the while he watched you. All the while you burned on the inside and the water you drank didn’t touch it one bit. You tried, you really did. But it was impossible to keep your eyes off of him.

“Are you ready to leave yet? I could walk you to your room.” He had come closer, just enough for the low whisper to reach your ears. You felt your cheeks burning and you wondered how much of a mess you looked. You certainly felt a bit of a mess when you paid close attention to the reaction your body was having to his closeness. Closing your eyes didn’t help it. The deep inhale of air you took into your lungs didn’t help it either.

“What’s that face for?” He was looking at you too closely and must have noticed something about your shakey self-control. “I’m going to my room, and you are going to your room. We’re just going to our separate rooms, right?”  

Sure. Right. That’s exactly what was happening right now. Just a couple of people heading to their hotel rooms for an uneventful night of sleep and deep relaxation and not a bit of sexual tension or longing looks or tempting inner doors with locks on them that could be opened with the easiest of flicks of the wrist. Hell, you were positive his lock wouldn't be locked at all. The door was probably still wide the fuck open and all you had to do was open your door and suddenly those separate hotel rooms weren't so separate and how on earth would you survive this?

Did you want to?

Ugh. Fuck.

Fuck it.

Just fuck it.

Fine, if he wanted to go to sleep then you would go to sleep too.

Let’s all go the hell to sleep.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go.” you forced a casual tone to your lips and took several large steps from the kitchen, around the long counter and the wall that had given the illusion of privacy so many times tonight and you shouted out a quick goodbye to the three conscious people who were still around. They gave little waves and Minseok bowed his head at your departure. Kyungsoo grabbed the overcoat he had arrived with and slipped a face mask over his ears and hardly a goodbye to the group members who were really just like family to him by now.

“Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol shouted as he made his way through the suite, “don't forget we’re doing the aquarium tomorrow. You said you wanted to come too,” he prodded and you heard a quiet agreement from behind you and you were gone. Your feet carried you swiftly down the hallway, away from that door, away from the group of people you had been working very closely and very stressfully beside for many days and you settled into a pace that had no effect on the mood that coursed through your body.

Kyungsoo fell behind; following the same hallways and pathways as you did and even stepping into the open elevator beside you when you waited with the button pressed to hold the doors and his eyes stuck to you like super-glue, watching you silently and refusing to drop even when you failed to keep up the intense level of eye-contact that he did.

In front of your room, you found your door key and placed it into the lock of your door. Kyungsoo had his inside his hand and did the same and you watched your lock turn green at the same time as his did.

“Goodnight Kyungsoo,” you said with your hand on the door handle. You’d already pushed the door open and stuck a foot into the space but something inside of you still lingered back. His lips pulled into the smallest grin with your farewell greeting and he did not say anything. He hadn’t even pushed his door open yet and you wondered if he would have to unlock it again.

“Will you be going right to sleep?” You weren’t quite sure what the point of this little talk was, but there was a war happening inside of you and your sense of propriety and decency was fighting the lust and desire that had been having its way with you since the kiss in the kitchen.

He didn’t answer with words but slowly, he shook his head back and forth and the smallest puff of air left his chest through his nose. It was the sound of mild amusement at the ruse you put up.

“No, baby, I’ll be up,” he finally said and you could hear the lock of his room engage again with a click.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. So many functions of your brain had stopped working.

“You let me know if you need me.” He added and he’d already pulled the key out again to unlock his door, pushed on the handle and was through the door without another word spoken to you out in the exposed openness of that hallway.

You pushed through your own room door and stood in the dark silence that awaited you on the other side of the click of your lock.

You were aflame. Your skin burned and prickled and you couldn't shake it with any of the self-calming exercises you tried while standing in the dark in your hotel room with the biggest temptation hidden somewhere deep inside your room and hardly any reasons at all to even attempt to resist it.

Was he waiting for you to open your door?

Despite the damage to your own sanity, you kept up the facade and you turned on your lights and puttered around your room getting ready for bed. A quick shower and teeth brushing. Changing into your comfiest oversized sleep shirt and even taking the care to follow your simple skin care routine and you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed with your eyes glued to the closed door.

That closed door.

It had a voice of its own and it had been calling to you for the entirety of your nighttime routine.

You recognized the seriousness of your next move tonight. You understood what opening that door would mean.

And you sat with your spine straight and every one of your fears and apprehensions laid bare in front of you on the floor below your feet. You deliberated and chewed over them and they laid there rather lifeless and flat and after a half hour of genuine consideration, you began to bargain and compromise with yourself.

He loved you.

You loved him.

The fear of reliving that pain had once been the strongest and deepest wound and now…

He loved you and you loved him.

The fear was cracking around the edges. It had been for a while now but you avoided looking at it head-on for fear of its sharp talons scraping against you again.

But now that you sat down and considered it, it seemed to have lost a lot of its bark. That pain that had been so all-consuming hadn’t killed you. On the contrary, it seemed to have made you stronger. You learned to stand up for yourself a bit. You didn’t just take it when people called you bad names or said things about you and you never once had to go it alone. You had friends who you loved and who were on your side.

Maybe being scared to love again was something worth overcoming. Maybe you deserved to feel loved and to give your love to the person who you wanted.

Your empty bed had a force of its own and it practically repelled you from it. The pull to that door was stronger than anything you had ever attempted to resist in your entire life and your legs pushed you up and forward without hardly any effort at all to move your body.

Your hands found the door handle and your fingers flipped the lock. The sound was noisy and felt like a warning called out to the heavens that you had lost this battle. You had given in to the pull of his heart against yours.

It took you another moment of deep breathing to steady yourself enough to turn the handle and when you pulled the door open you recognized the look of the black hollow that existed on the other side of your door when there was no other door closed; there was only the open invitation to his room. There was only the blind acceptance of whatever you chose to do and he hadn’t even knocked or texted you to coax or convince you to move in his direction. He merely left his door wide open and waited for you to come to him when you were ready.

You pulled your door open and your eyes took a second to focus on what you saw on the other side; in his room. It was not completely dark. The bathroom light was on and the door left ajar. There was just enough light for you to catch his movements. He was seated in a chair and it faced the door you had just pulled open.

And when you did it, when you pulled the door open you saw him pull his head up from where it had rested somewhere within his hands. He had been hunched over himself as he waited. Wishing, or praying, or merely testing every ounce of patience the man had inside of himself; you had no way of knowing, but he sat up and looked at you when you pulled that door open and then he was standing.

He hadn’t said a word, but his legs moved his frame and he closed the distance between your bodies. He took the steps and he reached for you with his hands. You felt the warmth of those strong arms when he wrapped them around your shoulders and he pulled you into his chest with a firmness and a desperation that mirrored the feeling that was surging through your entire body.

“Do you mean it?” He said against your ear and your hands cling tightly that to the fabric of his shirt. He pulled against you, lifting your face with his hands on either side of your cheeks and his eyes searched yours for your answer.

“I need...I need you to mean this. If you don’t mean it then turn back around and close your door.”

Your body felt out of your control and you watched his lips as he spoke. He held onto you so tightly and you felt like without the strength of his body you might just collapse on the ground.

“Baby, tell me you mean this. I’ll be okay if you don’t. It’s okay, I can wait for you — please say something. I need you to mean it.”

“Kyungsoo,” you found his name with your tongue and it tasted sweeter than any silly fruit you had ever tasted and his eyes dropped to your lips when you spoke. He was breathing hard through his lips and you could see the shaky resolve he held himself back with. It was cracked and broken and yet it still held.

“Soo,” your words were sticky and he was too close to you to make out his features clearly. His dark eyebrows, the flush of his cheeks and the darkness of his eyes, “Kyungsoo, I love you.”

The temptation he faced had been so great; you felt the softness of his lips, the lightest brush of them against your bottom lip when you said it and you gripped his shirt tight enough to rip the fabric if he dared to leave your arms right now.

“Tell me you mean this,” he breathed against the wetness he left behind with his lips on your mouth and you breathed in for the air to say it.

“I mean it.” And his mouth was on yours. The grip around your shoulders slipped and fell to your waist and tightened and he slipped a hand below your hips to pull your legs up and around him. His legs were moving and you were moving backward through the doorway that joined your two worlds and he carried you through the space until the softness of your mattress; the plush hotel bedding and pillows met your back and his mouth did not leave yours as he merely breathed the air he needed for his own life straight from your lungs.

Kyungsoo kissed you deeply and completely. Your reality had shifted from the upright you once knew and you fought between wanting to keep your eyes open to look at him and needing to close your eyes to feel him.

He moved over you and fingertips were pulling off layers of clothing until the heat from his skin sent electric currents directly into your own skin and he was everywhere at once. He touched you greedily; his soft fingertips not stopping in the same spot for longer than a few seconds he felt like a surveyor desperate to chart every square inch of your skin and his lips, the plush gentle kisses that peppered over your neck; pressing harder below the curve of your earlobe and the wet warmth of his tongue that sought out bits of goosebump covered skin to taste.

You felt too out of control; too affected by his every touch. Your whines and whimpers were the only sound in this entire room. In both rooms, the echo of the sounds that you couldn’t stop from escaping your lips bounced back to your own ears, an echo of yourself, reminding you again and again how good it felt to have him touching you like this.

His tasting journey over the expanse of your skin brought him southward and your hazy memory of Kyungsoo’s love habit was jolted awake when his teeth sunk hard into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You gasped out loud and his teeth gave way to his mouth that sucked just as hard as he had bitten, leaving behind what you were certain would be a deep purple bruise that would stay on you for days.  

The sting of the bite lingered and you had hardly a second to catch your breath when you felt the push of his hands against your knees, coaxing you to open your legs for him. You’d been bitten once and had closed on instinct, yet the strength in those hands was convincing and you heard a soft hum of approval from his chest that reached your ears when you finally opened. The sound pulled your eyes open; you had to look at him.

And his eyes, they feasted just as his mouth and his tongue had. He was looking at you with lazy blinks of his eyelids as his fingertips brushed lightly over the surface of your skin, he was touching, he was watching the way you reacted to his touches and when you squirmed below his touches, the corners of his lips pulled into a satisfied grin. It was maddening. He was only touching, he was being slow and patient as he did it and each sweep of his hand up your thigh brought his fingertips closer to the spot between your legs where the warmth had pooled and begged for something -- anything, why was he only looking, why would he tease so much when you already felt like you were on fire?

Couldn’t he just fuck you already and play with you later? You whined and you reached down to him with your fingertips, you found his short hair and your eyes met his dark ones and he watched you squirm with that same smirk on his face.

“What do you want me to do?” He said in a low voice that made your skin pucker and you groaned at this part. You always did. He wanted you to tell him what you wanted. He wanted to pull the words from your reluctant lips and you wanted him to just get on with it, but with the way he was watching you, with the way his fingertips left off just millimeters away from your most sensitive parts, you knew he was waiting for your words.

You knew it had to be torture for him. You could see and you could feel against your leg when he moved, the stiffness of his erection and with the way the tip reflected the bit of light coming from your bathroom, you knew he had only a few moments to last once he got inside of you. The build-up had already been too much.

“Please, Kyungsoo.”

This wouldn't do. It wasn’t enough for him, yet his eyes dropped from yours and slid down the length of you, past your heaving chest, your stomach, the space below your belly button where the unbearable warmth began and lower -- he looked between your parted legs and you saw him move lower -- seconds before you felt the tip of his nose bump against the mound of flesh and he pulled in a deep breath as he slipped the tip of his tongue out once, just once, to bump against your clit.

You opened your legs wider and you angled your hips down and he exhaled a hot breath from within his lungs - it flooded over the wetness between your legs and warmed you. Like he fogged up a window with his breath, he exhaled, again and again, refusing to go any deeper with his tongue no matter how much you writhed below him.

“Say it,” he whispered between your legs and you closed your eyes and opened your lips, too desperate now to hold back.

“Taste me, Kyungsoo. Eat me -- make me cum with your mouth,” your bravery was rewarded quickly but not before you pulled your eyelids open to see the satisfied smile on his face.

“Good,” he breathed out, and the tip of his tongue was slipping between your folds, “girl,” he said between the licks. “You are such a good girl.” he praised you quickly before his mouth opened up and you felt him lick the length of you, lapping up wetness and making such a sinful sound echo into your ears you would have blushed if there were any other sensations left for you to experience. As it was now you were already on fire.  

“Look at how wet you are for me, my love. Do you want me to suck on your clit? You know I would do it for you if you asked me to. I’d do anything you asked me to do.”

“Fuck, Kyungsoo.” it was too much. It was already too much. His fingers had slipped into the wetness between your legs already and you were having a hard time keeping any coherent thoughts active inside your mind, let alone being able to form any actual sentences like he was doing.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg me. ”

His fingers were inside, massaging and tracing patterns and you inhaled a breath and nodded your head quickly, an answer to his question.

“Yes, please, suck on my clit, make me cum, please.” Your words were short and staccato bursts and you lifted your hands to cover your face and most importantly your mouth because the sounds you could not help making were too much for your ears. What if, what if the neighbors complained? What if someone knew how much of a wreck you were in his hands?

“Don't cover yourself,” he said sternly and you knew it wasn’t a request. You dropped your hands to your side and gripped the fabric of bedspread beneath you and he dropped quickly down between your legs, placed his open mouth right over your center and you felt the brush of his bottom lip before you felt his tongue against your clit. And he pulled.

The suction of his mouth sent a surge of electricity through you and paired with the flicking movement of his tongue had your legs shaking and your hands in his hair. You squeezed and pulled, desperate to keep him there and you felt the build m-up in your spine; in your thighs; in your abdomen. You felt the surge as your nerves reacted and he didn’t quit; he didn’t let up and his mouth pulled with a purpose and you lost yourself to him. You lost all thought and you lost the desire to keep quiet.

When your legs fell down onto the bed and you loosened the tight grip of your fingers in his hair the tight connection of his mouth to your clit ceased and there was a scatter of wet kisses along your thighs. Your breathing was ragged and the world was dizzy and Kyungsoo was moving around the bed as you closed your eyes and savored the afterglow.

You lifted a hand to run over your face and found stray strands of his hair stuck between your fingers. Your breathing hadn’t a chance to recover when you felt his warmth beside you. You felt his hands on your face and he gripped you with that look of pure fire in his eyes.

“You,” he said and you felt his hand move down your neck, he reached your breast and squeezed down hard, “taste,” his eyes roamed a wild path over your face, “so fucking good.”

He leaned into you then; placing his open mouth over yours and you pulled his bottom lip inside your mouth and you tasted -- you tasted everything he meant for you to taste and he pushed his tongue deep inside your mouth; it brushed against your tongue and you swallowed until you no longer tasted yourself. You swallowed until you tasted only Kyungsoo’s kiss and he rolled onto his back, bringing you along for the ride, you found yourself on top of him where he laid, pressed into the pillows of your bed.

The position brought you in line with him when you straddled his waist and he sat up and griped you tightly around the waist and lifted, just enough; just high enough to adjust himself. Your legs were still weak and shaky from the orgasm moments before, but his grip was strong and tight on you. The trembling you felt must have been from you.

“I’ve got you, baby, shhh,” he cooed into your ear.

You must have whined. You must have shaken enough for him to notice how dizzy and how weak you felt because he wrapped both arms around you and lifted higher, bringing you up and over and you felt the tip of him, upright and needy, he slipped into your entrance and you fell onto him, giving in to gravity and to the unparalleled force of him. He filled you completely and the sounds he made when he did it were magic.

You found a rhythm. You found some strength in your thighs and he wasn’t usually one to make too much noise when he fucked you, yet there was something desperate that had built here. You heard the soft sounds he made, the grunts and groans and his eyes were closed as he pushed his hips up, pulling you down hard over his lap, he fucked into you with his lips hung open and that beautiful face transformed; he experienced you completely; with his eyes closed and his mind switched off, he was feeling everything you did and his eyes would open occasionally to look into yours and they rolled shut again when the sensations were too much. Because they were, everything was too much. You had been so spent already and yet you felt another chasm growing inside of you.

You gave in and moved your hips again, urging the feeling to crest. His hands gripped your flesh hard and fingertips dug into your flesh and the way he was trembling below you was telling. He was close.

“Oh god, baby, you’re making me feel so good,” he whined against your ear, “I need to cum inside of you.” His hands were firm around the back of your neck and he squeezed down as he pushed into you from below. “Will my sweet girl let me cum inside. Hmm, baby, please let me see that pretty pussy filled with my cum?”  

You were too gone to answer and you got through half a head nod of agreement when you felt yourself losing control again. Your legs were shaking and you tightened around him so much that you heard a gasp and a growl escaped his lungs and you were pushed; you were rolled over onto your back and he was on you without leaving you, he was pushing into you harder with stronger hands pushing your knees far apart as he fucked you.

“...so fucking pretty,” he said between pushes and your skin burned. The stimulation was already too much and you screamed as he shook and trembled between your legs and you felt shaking and heard the yell from his lips as his pace staggered and faltered. There was a burst amidst the tremble and you felt the spasmodic bursts inside of you as a new warmth flooded inside.   

There was a pause in his breathing and you held your breath to match. His screwed together eyes and his blissful face and those lips that held so much power and after a second you saw the movement of his eyes below his closed eyelids and his eyes opened and bounced from your face down and he was pushing up and off. He had a purpose in his movement. Your entire world was spinning and he was pushing off of you with his focus down to where your bodies still connected.

You felt the movement of his hips and he watched as he slowly pulled himself out of you and in the seconds where his breathing stopped again he watched and bit down on his lip with his heavy breaths still raging through his body. You felt it, the liquid leave you. You watched the look on his face as he saw and he gripped the spent tip of his dick and pushed again, a gasp and a wince on his face and it was all too much. The sight of yourself, filled with him. Filled with the evidence of the sex. Dripping out and spilling onto the bed below. He reveled in it and had his fill of the sight and it had consumed him just as it had you.

Kyungsoo was as overwhelmed as you were and you watched him sink with it, falling into the bed beside you. You reached for him and he reached for you and there were no more words spoken out loud.

There were small kisses and sweet touches and then he rested his cheek over your chest to listen to your heart; using you as a pillow of warmth and comfort. It felt so perfect and you would have wept had you not been so exhausted. There was a heavy sleep whose thick blanket was coating the both of you as your limbs tangled, heartbeats and breathing joined each other in a perfectly steady pace, and you let yourself drift. You let yourself give in to the love and security you felt inside his arms and you closed your eyes when you heard his breathing change.

You didn’t have to compromise or bargain or fight about any of it. You just closed your eyes and let it happen. You let yourself sleep and you let yourself love him.

Only the One you Love[M]:  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

[eclecticminded]

Confession

anonymous asked: Omg jonas edging the reader also #preacher kink also making the reader confess her sins???? Idc i just need smut with jonas!!!

Part Two

AHHHH! I wanna bone Jonas so bad. Like he’d be such a good one night stand. Or like a weekend fling. Let him scam your neighbors then bone him every night afterwards. ANYWAY!

Jonas comes to town and you decide to confess to the good reverend.

Warnings: NSFW !!! Sex!!!  Also I sexualize religion so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read.

Words 1135

A/N: I quote SVU in this and I’m not even a little sorry.

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After seeing the great “Reverend” Jonas Nightingale perform, you approached him on the sly. He was sexy as hell, had a mouth you wanted ot put to good use, and was shady as hell. Just your type. He was finishing up getting a couple more dollars out of unsuspecting victims when you caught his eye. Leaning against a tent pole, you looked out of place in a short skirt and cleavage abundant. He licked his lips like a fox going in for the kill and approached you.

 “I don’t remember seeing you in the audience miss,” he eyed you up and down like you were something to eat.

 “I snuck in late and stayed in the back,” you batted your eyes coyly.

 “Well whatever can I help you with,” Jonas stepped closer to you and dropped his voice so you had to lean in.

 “Listen I know you’re a crook,” you internally giggled at his wild eyed look.

 “I don’t know what you’re—“

 “I want to confess my sins reverend,” your fingertips traced the lace sticking out from your low-cut shirt, “Can you help me with that?”

 “I um I could maybe,” he looked from you to his sister Sam, conflicted.

 “Please reverend, I’ve been so sinful,” you took him by the wrist and pressed his palm against your bosom.  Sam was long forgotten as he pulled you out back to his makeshift confessional.

 “What do you want to confess to me,” Jonas took the only chair and with a wicked gleam in your eyes, you sat sideways on his lap.

 “Many many things,” you ground against him, “Many lustful things.”

 “Go on,” he cleared his throat and sprawled his large hands across your thighs, rubbing the hem between two fingers.

 “Last week I went on a date with a guy,” you squirmed and smiled at his growing erection pressing into your ass, “I didn’t like him but I let him finger me in the front seat of his car.”

 “Finger you huh? How,” his hot breath on your ear made you shiver.

 “Like this,” you made eye contact with him and slipped your hand up your skirt to finger yourself, two digits pumping in and out. When you pulled them out, they glistened, and Jonas brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean and growled.

 “He wasn’t very good at it was he,” his hand went under your skirt and squeezed your bare thigh.

 “Not at all,” you shook your head and pouted, “if I’m going to sin it should be worth it. Don’t you think reverend?”

 “Absolutely,” his fingers bumped your mound and he smirked, “No panties?”

 “No,” you purred and he slid two fingers inside you, working them deeper with each insertion.

 “Naughty girl,” he tsked and curled his fingers so they brushed against your gspot while his thumb bumped your clit. In response you buried your face in his neck and panted. He kept working his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, even adding a third. Your wetness continued to grow and your leg started to shake.

 “I’m going to cum,” you moaned and he immediately removed his fingers, making you suck then clean.

 “What other sins do you have to confess,” he roughly freed your right breast from your bra and pinched it harshly.

 “I masturbate almost every day,” you whimpered as he attacked the left nipple as well.

 “Even on Sundays,” he raised an eyebrow while rolling each nipple between his fingers.

 “Especially on Sundays,” you cooed.

 “Filthy,” he roughly jerked you so sat with your back to him, your legs on the outside of his. He palmed and pinched your breasts with one hand while the other returned between your legs. This time he entered you roughly with three fingers and quickly pumped in and out.

 “I’ve been so bad reverend, I want to be absolved of my sins,” you half panted, half moaned. Jonas took his time edging you bringing you just to the brink before he’d remove his fingers and make you confess something else. Time ceased to have any meaning; you didn’t know if it went on your minutes or days, all you wanted was your release.

 When Jonas had had enough, he removed his fingers and sucked them cleaning, remarking about how good your sin tasted. He made you stand and cupping each breast in one large hand, he sucked your nipples until they were hard and sensitive. A soft nibble to each and he leaned back in his chair.

 “How can I make amends reverend? How can I be abolished of my sins,” your doe eyes made his cock twitch and he stood up with clouded eyes. A hand on your shoulder shoved you to your knees; he briefly turned away and returned with a cushion before looming over you again. While staring you down with intense eye contact, he undid he belt and pants, dropping them to the floor and freeing his cock.

 “Get down on your knees, open your mouth and take communion,” he jacked himself while you got properly on the cushion. Obediently you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, he tapped the swollen head of his cock on it before plunging down your throat. Lazily he pumped in and out of your mouth, but even so you gagged and your eyes watered. As he grew closer to his release, Jonas let you take over. You expertly sucked the head and pumped his shaft, causing him to cum in your mouth. Seductively, you looked up at him, showed him his cum on your tongue, then swallowed every drop.

 “Your sins are forgiven,” Jonas winked at you while he put himself away. He helped you to your feet and kissed you with so much fire you almost didn’t hear Sam knock.

 “Jonas,” she called in, “We have a meeting.”

 “One sec Sam,” he groaned and released you.

 “What about me,” you snatched his hand and brought it to your dripping core.

 “Listen, I have to go to this meeting,” he was clearly torn, wanting to stay and get lost in you but knowing he had duties.

 “I understand,” you reluctantly dropped his hand and turned to leave.

 “Wait” he called after you and thrust forward paper and pen, “Give me your address.”

 “Why,” you were wary but did it anyway.

 “The meeting will only take an hour or so,” he gathered you in his arms and kissed you again, “Then I’ll come finish what I started.”

 “You promise? Don’t lie to me, I’m a big girl,” you weren’t sure if you should trust him.

 “Promise, I need a proper taste of you,” he winked and led you out of the tent. Sam rolled her eyes and tugged him towards the meeting while you headed home.

[misformarvel]

Three: the “ship” monster.

 Tom x reader x Harrison

A/N: I’m bac y’all. Don’t judge me.

Warnings: language, bad writing, mentions of sex.

I can´t make a summary. This is too much for me.

part II link

“Y/N! Harrison! Please here! Smiles on us, please!” Flashing cameras all along the way, crazy crowds screaming their names, journalists waiting for making the interviews before Harrison Osterfield and Y/N/L/N get into the theater for the release of their latest movie. They feel happy and lucky to share this moment.

“Guys! What a night to be young and beautiful!” the reporter greeted the movie stars making an opportune reference to the upcoming movie’s title. Y/N looked beautiful in her burgundy dress and by the way she walked through the red carpet it was easy to see that she knew it.  Haz looked dashing in his all-black outfit, but to be completely honest, when wasn’t he just gorgeous?

“We’re so glad to be told we’re young and beautiful. You know, this morning I found Y/N has some grey hairs” Haz teased following the cheeky attitude of the reporter. Y/N gasped and throw a little punch to his nearest arm. He pouted and she just stayed staring.

“Wow, so much chemistry! Tell me some of this is reflected on the big screen!”.

“Sure. I mean, when you have to play a role like ours, where you need to recreate such a special and tight bond, I think the best thing that could ever happen is to do it with someone you already have something special. For me, to be in this movie with my best friend is amazing, a wonderful experience”. Y/N was nervous but she could handle this scenario as a true professional. Harrison proudly nodded at every single word of her little speech.

“Guys, seriously, look at you, this can’t be just a friendship” the reporter was supposed to make questions about the movie and the feelings Y/N and Harrison had about the premiere, a huge event with a lot of important guests and fans all over the place. Instead of it, the woman was getting intrusive about their private lives. Not just that, she was feeding the “shipping monster”.

It was something inevitable. They knew it from the start. More precisely, Tom knew it from the start.

It was Tom, Y/N, and Harrison. Rising and shining, living the dream. In their early 20’s they have accomplished almost every goal they had in their lives. All young, beautiful, successful and with some money on their bank accounts. At least more money than they’ve ever thought. Tom was born for it, he always knew he’d be a famous actor, an artist. Is in his blood and nothing could stop him from reaching the top. Y/N was kind of forced to do it. Since she was a little girl, her mum put a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She must be “the best, the most beautiful, the most talented, the most beloved”. And she grew up being all that. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes the fame and people’s expectations on her were too much to handle. Sometimes Y/N crumbled, but there she has got Tom and Haz, to prevent her falling and help her to rise again, stronger and better than before. Haz was alright doing his thing. Performing was his passion and his most sacred dream, but he was alright as long as he could keep his friends close and his family proud. Is not like he wasn’t ambitious, he just felt he wasn’t ready to sacrifice his life as he knew it for something unknown and -as he knew in his deepest thoughts- as corruptive as the fame.

When Haz saw it with his own eyes something broke inside of him. He loved Tom as a brother and trusted him his life. And Y/N was always his weakness and his strength. All the time, every day since they met on Drama School. Tom played it cool, dated a lot, even tried to get his sister. Nothing really bothered Harrison. Not until Tom started flirting with Y/N. And it’s not like in almost ten years of friendship it never happened, but this time was different. This time Tom meant it, he didn’t want just to bed her. Haz worst fear was becoming a real thing because her flirtations were serious and intended. She cried so many times for Tom, but now she had the power to make him beg, and she wouldn’t waste that chance. So when Haz saw Tom and Y/N making out, it was hard, yes, but he was more concerned about how it would affect their friendship. He was sure Tom was going to get it and then made up a lame excuse to avoid any sort of commitment, and Y/N would be overdramatic for a couple of months but then she’ll start dating her next co-star and forgive Tom, as usual.

But Harrison ignored Tom was getting older. His younger brothers were married, Sam and his wife even had a little boy in the way. Even Paddy had a “serious” girlfriend. Tom was getting older and loner, and he didn’t like it. Yes, being a playboy was quite fun all of these years but he needed some stability, and the right person to settle down with was Y/N. His best friend. The only female that -apart from his own mother- has always been there to provide him affection and forgiveness when he needed it the most. She was home, and Tom knew it. So when all of his efforts to woo Y/N succeed, Tom decided to made it clear: he was all in. He wanted her, he loved and needed her. If he had to tell the world, he would.

So, the first person to be notified of their new relationship status was Haz. It wasn’t unexpected, after all, he was both Tom and Y/N’s best mate. They were a real thing. Tom was in love with her and this time he was determined to do not fuck things up. She never seemed to be happier. But then something strange happened. No one else knew it. For some absurdly ridiculous reason, Tom and Y/N made Harrison participate of their secret, not being allowed to discuss the fact his best friends were not just shagging but being in a “monogamous relationship”.

-”I’m ready to tell everyone Haz, but she’s not, and I respect that. So, if I’m her boyfriend and I can understand her, when it means “hiding” me, well, I think you should respect her decision too”.

Several times Harrison felt an urgent need to punch Thomas’ face but never like this one. It all sounded so fake to him. He was sure Y/N didn’t want to make their relationship public because deep inside she knew it wouldn’t work, or even worst, Tom would cheat on her and create a massive scandal, paparazzi following them everywhere.

-”Anyways we have to do something about, you know, your “ship monster”.

Harrison, as oblivious as someone can be of what his friend was talking about looked at Tom with the most confused gesture.

-”Yeah, I mean, I know we’ve always been very… how to say it, physically… well, uhm, demonstrative of our affection for Y/N”.

 -”What the fuck are you talking about mate”.

-”Oh c’mon Haz. I mean, no more PDA with Y/N, none of us. No more holding hands in public, no more hugs and temple kisses, no more going with her everywhere…”.

-”Tom I’m sorry but you’re not gonna tell me how i’m gonna be with Y/N, she’s been my friend for so long and people know we’re just friends. Why are you so insecure about it?”.

-”Because I was her friend too, and have been the same way with her, and no one ever shipped us”.

-”Seriously Thomas?” How old are you? 14?”. -Haz rolled eyes at his dark-haired friend. -”You know what? Fine, I’m not gonna hug her in public anymore. What’s next? You’ll control her texts, I guess”. 

-”You know what mate? Forget it. Anyways she has chosen.”

Deep inside Harrison knew everything was wrong, but he tried to convince himself that maybe Tom and Y/N could be happy together. Maybe Y/N could make Tom less of a dickhead, maybe he was ready to change for her.

It was 3:30 am. Another cold and muggy night in London. Tom was waiting for Y/N inside of his car. They arrived at the club together, along with Haz, but if they wanted to keep their relationship out of the spotlight, they couldn’t leave the place together without him. So Y/N was going to use the VIP exit and Tom would pick her up.

Harrison was standing by the bar, staring at Y/N while she said goodbye to some friends they met at the club. Friends was a nice way to call those fake dickheads that wanted to be around for the money and privileges of their positions.

The beautiful bartender handed him another tequila shot. It was the 10th, he could barely stand on his feet.

-“It’s about her, isn’t it? Don’t wanna play the creepy fangirl but I thought you guys were together”.

Harrison looked at her for the first time since he arrived. She was tall, not very thin, her auburn hair on a messy bun, but he could remember she had it untied, straight auburn hair long till her waist. She was all rosy cheeks and the dimple on her chin was just too adorable to be unnoticed. Soon some kind of excitement started growing in his stomach but it was killed instantly when his brain reminded the moment this girl said she thought he and Y/N were a thing.

-”Oh, I’ve fucked up, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I didn’t, I… I’m Maria, by the way”.

-”Nice to meet you, Maria. Hand me a beer and I’ll forgive you” Harrison made a weird gesture, like if he was a priest absolving her from her sins.

-”I don’t think you should keep drinking. Why don’t you call someone to pick you up, and we have a nice “bartender-drunk customer” chat till they come for you”.

Haz groaned while he rubbed his blurry eyes intensely. He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout his feelings out loud. He tried and he failed. He couldn’t stand their presence. Tom, all cocky, showing off she was his now, but never enough to others to notice. He flirted with her as he used to before but he also made a comment about the bartender’s hair and how it perfectly fall just above her fine ass, and that’s why his drowned-in-vodka-mind could remember it. And Y/N, Y/N was a fucking teaser, she was driving both men insane and she knew it, she enjoyed it. Maybe it was innocent. No, there was no way she was innocent. Harrison was too tired and too frustrated to even keep thinking about all of her advances through the night.

-”So… are you alright? Do you want me to call someone for you?”.

-”No, No. But can I stay here if I don’t buy you drinks?”

-”Sure, you’re Harrison Osterfield, you can stay wherever you want”. She laughed nervously as soon as she noticed how weird it sound, she just couldn’t help herself.

-”Ok, what was your name again? I’m awfully drunk, my apologies…”

-”Maria, I’m Maria”.

Clueless about the “new terms” of her friendship with Haz, Y/N start wondering if she did something wrong, something that could have made him upset. It was just another Friday night out. The three of them, nothing new. Except when her fingers brush against Harrison’s palm, inviting his touch to embrace hers, inviting his body to join hers on the dancefloor. He let go. He walked away and didn’t even bother to come up with an excuse. Of course, Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist almost instantly, dragging her close to him and dissipating all of her concerns. Y/N and her friends were dancing and drinking and having a blast, as every Friday night she was in town. It was a tradition, so Haz weird attitude wouldn’t stop her from having a good time.

-”What’s bothering you, love?” Tom asked while his free hand rubbed up and down her thigh.

-”Nothing, keep driving, wanna get home”. She mumbled against his neck, her sweet hot breath driving him eager, making him speed up the car.

Just another Friday night out. Another Saturday dawn lying in Tom’s bed, enjoying the warmth of his naked body pressed against hers. It was heaven and hell, all the same time. She was happy and satisfied but she knew it wouldn’t last. He was jealous and she knew it. But it was Haz, their best mate. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t publicly hug a friend or give him an innocent peck on the cheek without being romantically linked with him by the tabloids and the fans. It started so long ago, and it cost her and Haz so many relationships but they insisted on keep being friends. And Tom was responsible for it because he was the one telling them to don’t give a shit about what people say.

-”And now you can’t sleep. You’re getting me worried Y/N”. Tom raspy voice send shivers down her spine. She didn’t expect him to be awake, he always deeply falls asleep after sex.

-”Uhm, it’s nothing”. She turned around to face him. His features softened when her delicate fingers touched his face, tracing soft shapes on his cheeks and jaw. He looked so beautiful under the morning light coming through the window.

- “Lies” he murmured next to her ear, his strong arms rounded her as he snuggled trying to bury his face in her chest.

- “Okay, just because you’re my best friend. Not because you're trying to bribe me with sexual innuendos” his laugh as response encouraged her to open up. It was Tom after all. If someone could understand her it was Tom. “It’s Haz. I, I think he’s in love with me”.

Tom abruptly left the bed. Without a word he grabbed his pants and the first t-shirt he found on his way out of the bedroom. Shocked, Y/N wrapped herself in the sheets and jumped out of the bed to stopped him, confront him about his reaction.

She tried to find an answer in his eyes but they were darker than ever and filled with anger, making her feel little and miserable. In a single motion, Tom pushed Y/N away. Tears falling from her eyes, she tried to stop him from grabbing the keys, but Tom was implacable this time.

-”If you can’t stop thinking bout him not even when you’re naked in my bed after we’ve shagged, maybe you’re the one who’s in love with him”.

WOOOOO I don’t know when I’m gonna finish this but it’s obviously gonna have a part II. 

Tagging nice people I love. I’m scared about this one, It’s been so long since last time I wrote and posted something. I’m literally so nervous ... 

@tomhollandimangines @stephie-senpai @tomhollandxreader @spidergirlwanab @peeterparkr @lilyholland @fuckyou-imspiderman @hollanderheart @hollandharrison @arya-di-angelo @no-username9 @clairesrainbow @cringyholland @afilmbypeterparkr

[weatheredlawmoved]

i’m here (i’m not here)

Summary: Taako is watching Lucretia forget. (it should satisfy -- it doesn’t.) Notes: based on this post from @anonymousalchemist. anyway i wanna die.

It should satisfy and destroy him, in equal parts, that Lucretia can't remember where she's left her favorite sweater for the fourth time that morning, but all it does is make his stomach turn. Taako finds it resting on the back of a chair in the sitting room and hands it to her, brushing his fingers against her cheek to wipe away the tear she won't remember shedding. She looks at him and she smiles, a faraway thing that crumbles in Taako's hands.

He leans forward and kisses her forehead, because he knows better than to turn away from her in these moments. Her eyes focus on something distant he can't see, and she says quietly, “Is Magnus still outside with the dogs?”

Taako gives her a smile. “I think so.”

“Well, maybe you could tell him to come inside. I suspect he'll be hungry.”

Taako nods. “Sure. You go sit and I'll go get him.” He takes her hand and leads her to her favorite chair, rich blue and overstuffed, made by Magnus years and years ago. She settles and reaches for her glasses and a book, and after a moment, the rest of the world is gone to her.

Taako goes outside and stares at the empty shed that hasn't held a hound since Magnus passed three years before. He closes his eyes, and if he focuses hard enough, he can still hear the chorus of barking that erupted any time Magnus opened the gate to the enclosure he built all those years ago. Taako had stood in this same spot, leaning against the fence and feigning boredom.

“You don't think eleven is too many, big guy?”

Magnus had looked at him, incredulous. “What? No. Besides, most of these are going to homes once they're all trained up. Isn't that right, Noelle?” He knelt down and scrubbed the jaw of a dog bigger than she had any right to be. “You're gonna help some nice person in the city get across the street and do the shopping. And you'll be someone's best friend, won't you?”

Now he looks at the empty enclosure, and wonders if Lucretia would want a puppy.

When he goes inside, Angus is home, shedding his coat and mumbling to himself. The back of his hair is flecked salt and pepper, and he desperately needs a trim.

He turns and starts. “Damn,” he says. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“Dav couldn't be with Lucretia today. He asked me to fill in.”

“Gotcha.” He glances into the living room. “She okay?”

“She's okay.”

Angus sighs. “Every year since Magnus, it's just a little worse. And this year, it's like every month.” He shakes his head. “I'm worried about her.”

“Maybe it's her time.”

“Yeah.” Angus considers this. “Yeah, maybe.” He settles into a chair. “Can you get me a scotch or something?”

“Young man.”

“Don't. Start.” Angus holds up a hand but he's smiling all the same. Taako shuffles in the cabinets and pulls out a glass. “Hey, thanks for being here.”

“Whenever you need me.” Taako rests a hand on his shoulder as he passes over the drink. “You'll be okay tonight?”

“Oh, we'll be fine.” Angus tips the glass back and downs it all in one go. He winces and stands. “I'll get her some dinner and put her to bed. Thanks for helping.” He gives Taako a quick hug.

Taako holds him close, just for a second longer, and commits to memory the exact warmth and pressure of this moment. It has hit him several times before that he will have to do this time and time again.

Until he is all that is left.

Until he is the only one here.

Angus gives him a smile. “Night, Taako.”

“Night, Angus.”

And Taako goes into the sitting room and kneels by Lucretia's side, prying the book from her hands. She's dozed off, but she wakes now, and looks at him. “There you are,” she says. “We were looking for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.” She reaches out and cups his cheek. “Lup and I. Can't have one without the other.” She sighs. “I only ever wanted you to be loved. That's...that's all.” Her eyes seem focused and sharp for a moment, and Taako's chest aches with the memory of her. Young and fierce and talented, teaching him spells and learning incantations.

The moment passes. She glances behind him. “Where is Magnus?”

“Out for a bit. He'll be back soon.” Taako stands and leans down to kiss the top of her head.

Lucretia grips his hand.

They do not say another word, and Taako is sure the world would like to hear him absolve her of all her sins, but – he's no holy man, and she never really needed that from him.

Instead he helps her stand and puts her sweater around her shoulders before letting Angus bring her to the kitchen.

And if Taako closes his eyes, he can recall standing in this same spot, years ago, as she took in this place for the first time, and Magnus laughed and reached out and asked her to live with him, asked her to grow old here with him, his sister and his companion.

She had a smile, then, that could have absolved the entire world. And Taako thinks that's enough.

[agreateryesterday]

Stucky - ABO Fics

Omega!Steve

sweet child of mine

pray for the thunder to pass me by by icoulddothisallday

(Last updated July 11, 2018) *Finished* 8 chapters, One Shot

It had been nine years since Bucky had last seen Steve Rogers. Nine years and he’d mostly lost hope of ever finding his friend again. All he had to hold on was that last night, the scent of Steve’s pre-heat and the warmth of his body. Until Steve abruptly reappears in New York, eight-year-old daughter in tow.

Steve had made himself a promise, when Charlie was born, that he would be honest with her — that he would answer all her inevitable questions.

Anam Cara

The Life and Times of CLUB Members

Stay My Brooklyn Baby

Never Have I Ever (Been This Drunk)

From Dust to Dust and Age to Age by JokerzPrincezz

*Finished* One Shots

"Whether the world was burning or freezing or made of nothing but misery and pain, I remembered your eyes, that won’t ever change, sweetheart." Steve struggles to adjust, living an isolated life to protect what little reason he has to live. Everyone seems to forget that this change, this new body, the fresh horrors he sees at night, aren't seventy years old for him. For Steve, just last year he was a scrawny little Beta with only one friend in the world. For Steve, last week he stormed a concentration camp and saw horrors beyond compare. For Steve, yesterday he had an Alpha and a pack forged in blood and battle. Now he's got a shield and a new form and secret heats. Now he's got fear and isolation and PTSD, now he's got a body he doesn't know what to do with and a mind he can't control. It should come as a surprise to no one that the moment Bucky is revealed to him, he's ready to follow him till the ends of the earth. Where Bucky goes, Steve will always follow, and in return, Bucky will always piece him back together. And, God, Steve has just been living his life in pieces, scraps of humanity and normality just barely masking his never ending fear and loneliness.

CLUB opens in secret in 1925, it's changed locations many a time, and had many patrons and employees come and go through her doors. This is the story of her Fabulous Foursome. A group of remarkable men who support and love each other against all odds.

"Please be well for me, sweet thing, please be good to yourself while I can’t. Please, please, above all else, don’t go where I can’t follow. Stay home, stay there, stay my Brooklyn baby. I promise I’ll return to you soon. Love always, Your Bucky” In 1942 Steve Rogers experiences his second heat during his USO tour. While he sleeps, while he goes deeper into that terrible heat, something unspeakable happens. And his reaction changes his life, changes the way he sees himself. Seventy years later, he tells Sam Wilson the truth of that awful night and finds he must make a choice. Justify his actions and absolve himself of his sins, or spend the rest of his days wallowing in guilt and self-loathing.

The Avengers face down aliens, again, and Tony throws a party, again. The gang decides to play a round of Never Have I Ever, Thor brings that good booze so Steve is officially sloshed. Fun times are had, secrets are revealed. Nat and Steve have more in common than either of them realized.

"But Bucky was no normal man, he was perfection incarnate, carved from the same marble that had shaped Steve Rogers. He may well have been born of Steve’s own rib, pulled from Steve’s own heart. His perfect puzzle piece. His anam cara. Cut of the same cloth, out of dust as one and to dust together again in their end." Steve and Bucky talk about getting mated, their relationship and argue over who deserves whom less. (Spoiler, they're both idiots with self-esteem issues and they're perfect for each other.) The other parts of this series really are required at this point in the story.

Season of all things by Claudia_flies

*Finished* 4 chapters

Steve really isn’t sure about sharing with an Alpha but he is starting to run out of options. There are only six Omega boarding houses in the city and Steve has been kicked out of four of them. Or: A small town a/o/b AU that nobody asked for.

Please, Take Me by sobermeup

*Finished* 10 chapters

If Bucky has to describe Steve’s scent using words that would be logical when speaking to the sense of smell, he’d say things like spring, floral, or meadow. The distinctness of certain smells in Steve’s scent is weaker than it is for other people. The doctors say it’s because of Steve’s underdeveloped body, because of the sicknesses he has been riddled with during puberty. And yet, despite Steve’s anxiety and distaste of his smell, Bucky can’t seem to find something to dislike about his scent. He smells... happy. It also seems that Bucky can’t find the proper olfactory words to describe Steve’s scent. He can’t help but associate emotions with Steve, his scent, and his pretty body.

Welcome Home

Destined by eclecticxdetour

*Finished* One Shots

Reunited after a mission, Bucky shows Steve how much he missed him.

Steve Destines as an Omega and talks about it with Bucky.

no matter the distance, I’m holding your hand by suzukiblu

*Finished* One Shot

“Your body temperature is elevated,” the asset says. “And you stink.” “Of course,” the captain mutters, tilting his head back against the bed. “I make it through every other alpha in the twenty-first century just fine, but five minutes around you sets me off.”

The Daily Grind by notlucy

*Finished* One Shot

In a perfect world, the need to rut and an omega in heat would line up every time. Bucky's world is rarely perfect. Steve puts up with him regardless.

I'll Look After You by Milk_Tea_Fantasy

*Finished* One Shot

When Steve’s in heat, all Bucky wants in the whole wide world is to take care of him.

with his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs

constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you by spacebuck

*Finished* One Shots

Living with an alpha was usually … difficult. The last alpha he’d shared a building with, some asshole whose name Steve had forgotten almost immediately, had been pushy – scenting the entire building, walking up and down the hallway of Steve’s floor on regular days, let alone when Steve was in heat. After a week of the guy literally scratching at his door, Steve had packed up and left, and the landlady hadn’t blamed him – had even given him back his bond, though she had been entitled to keep it given the circumstances. The worst part had been when they had crossed paths as Steve had been preparing to move out. The alpha had leered at Steve, catcalled and coaxed, puffed up and made his scent that much more potent. Convinced for some reason that Steve would mate him just because of his designation. Fat chance. Steve had held his breath the last time they had been face to face, refused to look at him, thrown the guy’s hand off when he’d tried to stop Steve from leaving. Bucky though? Perfect. Fucking. Gentleman. And it drove Steve nuts.

“Nuh uh, you gotta get up,” Steve murmured, and Bucky grumbled, not moving at all. “Don’t give me that,” Steve chastised, and Bucky ducked his head, tucking back in against Steve’s shoulder. Dealing with Early Morning Bucky was always an exercise in patience, most of all at this time of the year. “Don’t wanna,” Bucky mumbled against his skin, and Steve felt the alpha inhale deeply, before he let it out on a rumbling sigh. “Why’s that, Buck?” “Warm.” Steve snorted at that, taking advantage of the inattention to the rest of his body to turn and face Bucky fully. A warm hand immediately slid down to cup his ass, and Bucky’s nose tucked in against his throat. “I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Steve snorted, wedging a knee between Bucky’s, pressing it against Bucky’s crotch. The hand on his ass shifted, dipping under his boxers to rest against skin, and Steve shook his head. “Nuh uh, you’ll be late for work. Again.” “Don’t care,” was the mumbled response, and Steve thumped a hand against Bucky’s chest lightly.

Give Me Your Love, Baby by KimchiAndPasta

*Finished* 11 chapters

Steve wants to have a baby but Bucky isn't so sure.

the pulse that rages for you

all things will unwind by miraclemoon

*Finished* (Last updated Oct 10, 2017) 4 chapters, 3 chapters

In the midst of a mission, Steve is caught in the middle of an enemy made gas that forces him into heat. AKA, an ABO pwp that no one asked for.

There were many things Steve didn't expect from the 21st century. Even after receiving the serum, when he was no longer bird boned and could actually consider himself healthy, he never exactly imagined himself getting pregnant. AKA, an ABO mpreg fic no one asked for.

Overdue by cuddleslutloki

*Finished* One Shot

Six years after he presents as an omega, Steve goes into heat in the middle of World War 2. The trigger? Sparring with his best friend.

Baby, Can You Dig Your Man by dancinbutterfly

(Last updated March 16, 2018) 28 chapters

After a run in with the Winter Soldier Bucky on the never-ending hunt for HYDRA, Steve goes into heat. Now he's expecting but impending parenthood seems like the least of his worries. Hell, if it were the biggest complication he had, Steve's life would be just swell.

You Are Scent-sational by LightningStriking

*Finished* 15 chapters

Alpha Bucky has spent the last three years in Russia, working hard to become as successful as possible. All in the hopes of winning the heart of his best friend, Omega Steve, upon his return. Yet when Bucky comes home at last he discovers the small, adorable Stevie he left behind has transformed into a giant golden Adonis, and Bucky knows he's going to have to step his game up to have the slightest chance. Commence plan: Woo Steve Rogers Into Falling In Love Before He Realizes What's Happening. Sneakily wearing Steve's clothes so the blond will continually be smelling, and smelling of, the Alpha, sounds like the perfect way to start.

Always by attackmybutt

*Finished* One Shot

Steve never expected to go into heat in the middle of fighting against the Winter Soldier and much less that alpha would help him get through it. - "You are thinking too loud." For a second he feels like laughing. To just let out all his frustrated emotions but he can't when he feels like crying and rolling over to bare his ass and wriggle it in Bucky's direction. Oh yeah, the heat was definitely beginning to sip through his body.

Unchained by LightningStriking

*Finished* 17 chapters

Growing up in ancient Rome where Omegas were nothing more than commodities, Stevanos was captured by the Empire and forced into slavery. Where he became the greatest Omega Gladiator that the nation had ever seen. However, rather than earning his freedom, this instead assured his place as part of an envoy sent to Egypt. But he was not delivering fabulous gifts to the Pharaoh. Instead, Stevanos was the gift. A physically perfect specimen demonstrating the might of Rome, and a pawn that might garner Egypt's goodwill. Pharaoh Bakari, the most powerful man and Alpha in all of Egypt, had little time for offerings from a far off nation. Yet when his eyes fell upon the gorgeous man whose golden hair brought to mind the great sun god Ra himself, Bakari found himself fascinated by the Omega who's body promised the greatest pleasure, and who's eyes promised swift death to any who dare touch him. Stevanos provides a challenge for a Pharaoh who has been denied nothing his entire life. Bakari provides a temptation that might be too great to resist. Caught in a web of desire where they are not simply Pharaoh and slave, or Alpha and Omega, but equals, can they both come out the other side whole?

The Nameless

The Named by dragonspell

*Finished* One Shots

They skitter around him, over him, through him. Ants on a hill. A cuff attaches to his arm, Velcro snapping in place. His other arm is opened up, the wiring and interior circuits poked and prodded. One ant makes a notation on a chart, quickly scribbling and moving on. They have no names. Like him, they are no one. Some would disagree if he said so. Some would grow angry with him. They would try to argue or punish him. In the end, however, he will go back into the ice and nothingness and when he awakes again, they will all be gone, names and faces erased with new ones having taken their place long ago. They will have had no meaning, no impact, no lasting legacy—no name. There is a faint hint in the air, a taste that tempts the edge of his tongue, makes something dead inside of him wish to stir again. He knows that it is due to the ants that scurry around him, but he does not know why. This is their sweetness that coils around him, possessing a distant echo that bids his dead flesh to rise. It is something that he should know, but he does not. (Or, Hydra has kept alpha!Bucky chemically neutered, but they cannot account for omega!Steve. Plays fast and loose with canon.)

Having just come back from his run, Steve looks like a picture in a magazine, T-shirt tight but sweat pants loose, the exercise barely affecting him beyond a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. He’s not even breathing hard, completely photo-ready. Steve’s the reason why Bucky is standing by the kitchen counter at seven in the morning when he would much rather be still in bed. After the first few days, when Steve finally would allow Bucky to be out of his sight for longer than five minutes, Steve had reverted to his set morning routine, slipping out of bed before dawn when all sensible people are still trying to sleep. It had taken Bucky two days to catch on and adapt to the new situation. Now, every morning, though he’s loathe to leave the bed that smells of him and Steve, Bucky rolls himself to his feet about an hour after Steve leaves to ensure that he’s by the door when Steve comes back. If he doesn’t, Steve will head straight for the shower to wash off all of the hard won sweat that Bucky would like to drown himself in. (Or, since being rescued, Bucky's relearning what he's missed. Steve goes into heat. Pretty much complete porn).

In the Jet to Russia by Cryo_Bucky

*Finished* One Shot

Steve goes into heat in the jet on the way to Russia at the end of Civil War.

My Angel by Rogers_Barnes45

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky met Steve when he needed someone the most. He wanted to be loved and cared for. So when the Alpha Dom came along and promised the Omega the world, Steve couldn’t say no. He had a bad past and Bucky wanted to help Steve move on, which is what he did and Steve couldn’t be happier.

it's gotta get easier somehow ('coz, i'm falling, i'm falling) by orphan_account

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha. Until he does.

Reassurance by Cryo_Bucky

*Finished* One Shot

Steve is afraid that Bucky doesn't want him anymore now that he's not the skinny little omega that he fell in love with, avoiding him and refusing to eat. Bucky shows him he's wrong.

Comics and Comrades by Pinkfrostdiamond

(Last updated Aug 9, 2019) 6 chapters

A fic about an omega comic book artist with an amazing service dog and an alpha who is head of the Russian Mafia learning to work through their past. Will love win? (Yes because these boys need a happy ending)

Blood and Honey by Claudia_flies

*Finished* 4 chapters

A growl. It makes Steve’s knees turn into jelly and his body clench again. With dawning horror Steve realizes what is about to happen.

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394

*Finished* One Shot

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman. No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

Unsuitable Breeding Stock by sarahyellow

*Finished* 8 chapters

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Steve is spitting out, furious. His face is going red, poor thing, and Bucky feels a twinge of guilt for having smiled. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging it. “Calm down, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s gonna be okay.” Bucky brings his omega home.

I never knew you... by Harry1981

*Finished* 4 chapters

Alpha, Beta and Omegas are known, but most of the population is made up of Betas. Alpha females are rare and Omega Males even more. But it doesn't really concern Tony Stark, who is a beta and everybody he knows is similar or either Alpha Male or Omega Female. Things become complicated when Steve Rogers, an Omega Male, more commonly known as Captain America, comes out of the ice and take reins of the team known as Avengers. It's not something bad, as per se. Just, why the hell is he obsessed with Tony? Natasha says it is not just him, but Tony knows that Steve Rogers has a special interest in him. What did he do to bear the weight of Mama Rogers, after all?

Anything you need (just knock) by Neonbat, polarRabbit

(Last updated May 4, 2020) 1 chapter

Knocked up, kicked out, and down to his last dollars, Steve moves into a new apartment. His neighbors range from awful to decent, and then there is 108. Bucky lives with his girlfriend Dot, happy(ish), and equipped with a plan. Marriage, eventually kids, all that good stuff. That is until an unmated, pregnant Omega moves in next door and calls all his future plans into question. After a rocky start, the pair form a friendship that gets gossip rippling through the complex. Between secrets, feelings, society, and a pissed off girlfriend, they have heaps of reasons to call it quits and wish each other the best but, that's not what friends are for. Are they?

[insert joke about pipes] by notallbees

*Finished* 2 chapters

Steve doesn't date alphas, or at least he tries not to. With a string of exes hanging around, Steve does the only sensible thing he can: pretends to be dating his hot alpha plumber. Unfortunately, Steve's plan has as many holes as his pipes. And no, that's not a euphemism.

Snowed In by DyslexicSquirrel

*Finished* 4 chapters

At 16, Steve Rogers knew two things: Bucky Barnes was his best friend and that he loved him. At 24, he hadn't talked to Bucky since the day before he moved to Colorado after his mom died and he thought he never would again, even when he moved back to New York City. Except Bucky showed up at his door and Steve ran to his parent's old cabin up state. It was probably a stupid idea to go for a walk when there was a storm threatening--he did it anyway. The last thing he expected when he got stuck in the worst snow storm that year was for Bucky to show up and rescue him, but maybe he should have because the alpha had been saving his ass since Steve was ten.

When the Brooklyn Boys Begin

If you care to know by fullarmorandahotfudgesundae

(Last updated April 26, 2020) *Finished* 11 chapters, One Shot

Steve just wanted to die in peace. An Omega without children, who couldn't have children, living for long after their Alpha was torn from them? Not happening, not even with modern medicine. So, having accepted his fate, why was he suddenly haunted by a hallucination of his dead Alpha? A really firm, tactile, weepy hallucination of his dead Alpha? Maybe he should just roll with it? (Bucky, for his part, just wants to know what the hell is going on and how he and his punk Omega managed to be alive in the twenty-first century. Oh, and also how to stop that little issue of the bond sickness killing his Stevie.)

In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, Tony really just wants to relax with Pepper and his new buddy, Bruce. Given that this is his life, those plans are interrupted by a Soviet-era myth and an unconscious Captain America. Sigh. His life was so hard sometimes.

Sarah by MMXIII

*Finished* One Shot

It's still dark when he blinks awake, early enough that there's no light filtering through at the edges of the windows, no traffic out on the street.

Fuck You... And Your Metal Peg Leg by jaybird6232

(Last updated April 26, 2019) 14 chapters

“Mother fu–!” Steve throws himself to the ground and covers his head, narrowly avoiding the cannon ball that plows through the ship’s wheel, destroying it completely. Steve scrambles to his feet, looking at the remnants of wood and nails with wide eyes, before fearfully turning his head to look at the ship. It’s massive, far bigger than he realized at first, and it clicks instantly in his mind that this has to be the High Captain’s ship. The Captain of the entire Hydra fleet is the one who is on a mission to kill them all. On the other ship, a tall, older man wearing a large topper sends him a smirk, whispering to a few alphas beside him and pointing to Steve. Oh shit, Steve gulps nervously, taking a few cautionary steps backwards and hovering his hand over the dagger secured on his belt. The man sends him a feral smile, nodding his head in Steve’s direction. The alphas next to him disperse, tucking their swords away and climbing the netting on their ship. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Always Yours by LilyInTheSnow

(Last updated April 20, 2010) 1 chapter

Steve is in love with his best friend, and the only Alpha he trusts, Bucky. And maybe Steve is an oblivious dumbass that doesn't realize Bucky's in love with him too. Though maybe he should've figured it out when he asked Bucky to donate sperm so he could have a baby and Bucky suggested they date for six months first.

Like Rahab by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 29 chapters

"Brother of Rahab, Father Elliot had called him. As Steve fell asleep, he dreamed of Nazis invading New York and an American spy with Bucky’s face hunting for a safe place to hide…" – intertwined, prelude. On December 7th, 1940, Japanese planes bombed Pearl Harbor. On May 8th, 1944, Nazi troops set foot in New York. On January 10th, 1945, Adolf Hitler was assassinated by a man now gone down in history as Captain America. Unfortunately, Captain America was killed after taking down Hitler, but his successful mission led to the Nazi invasion of the United States turning and the end of World War II. History recounts the legendary shot that took down Hitler, but it will always ponder why Captain America killed Dr. Johann Schmidt with the very next bullet. But before that, long before that, there was first an American sniper who needed a safe place to hide. There was first a prostitute turned spy who would take him in. There was first a strained relationship and a bittersweet reunion to be had, and when it was all over, there was then an escape to take place. After all, who would look for an American hero in Canada?

Be Mine, But Don't Make Me Ask by Apieceofurmind

(Last updated April 18, 2020) 33 chapters

Joseph waits his whole life for the perfect alpha son who will make him proud. The son who follow his father's footsteps and serves their country at war. And then, Steve Rogers is born. He is not strong, tall or muscular. But above all he is not an alpha. Betrayed by his own son, Joseph shuns him away. Enter James Barnes. Tall, muscular and strong. The perfect alpha. When Joseph saves his life on the battlefield, he asks him to marry Steve in return...

SOLDIER, KEEP ON MARCHIN’ ON, COME THRU LIKE THE SWEETENER U R by moonythejedi394

(Last updated April 13, 2019) 9 chapters

When Steve was seven years old, he found a mangey and half-starved cat in the alley behind his and his mother’s apartment building in Navy Hill. Despite being incredibly allergic to the creature, Steve had spent all of his allowance for that month on cat food and he spent the next few weeks nursing the stray back to health. The cat moved on after eventually, but a few months later, Steve found another one and the whole process started all over again. Bucky is another stray cat. Steve has no way of knowing what demons the Alpha carries in his head and he certainly has no way of knowing that Bucky won’t turn hostile on him, but Steve never learned his lesson to stop feeding strays. “This is gonna end badly,” Steve mutters to himself. So, as one does when one makes potentially catastrophic decisions that could and would backfire spectacularly based on how little self-control one has concerning bedraggled and sad-eyed stray cats and Alphas, Steve makes a cup of tea.

Captain America is more Alpha than Ares by LimaBeanie

*Finished* One Shot

The thing is nobody has ever even asked him about his status. Steve dealing with accepting himself and his designation. Alternatively all the times Steve had to come out.

A Scent to Fill the Lungs, A Soul(mate) to Fill the Bond by oceanfoamgreen

*Finished* One Shot

In a world where scenting one’s soulmate means that the onset of one’s first heat or rut is imminent, it is to be certain that meeting one’s soulmate can be extremely stressful. Or In the winter of 1937, Steven Grant Rogers scents his soulmate. In the spring of 1948, James Buchanan Barnes meets his.

I will not bow, I will not break by belovedbookdragon

*Finished* One Shot

Dystopian AU. The world's population fell dangerously low after a virus destroyed most of mankind's reproductive abilities. To combat the shrinking population, the Federation of Northern American States requires all children to be educated at government-run schools until the child presents. Alpha and beta children are sent to the military, omegas are sent to the breeding facilities. Steve and Bucky are separated at 14 and Steve will stop at nothing to get back to Bucky.

With a Love that Won't Sit Still

This Sudden Burst of Sunlight by dragongirlG

*Finished* One Shots

After buying plums from the market, Bucky returns to his apartment in Bucharest to find a small, half-naked Steve huddled on his bed. At first, Bucky thinks it's just a hallucination, but then he smells the honey-sweet slick in the air and comes to a shocking realization: Steve's presenting as an omega in heat, even though he hasn't been an omega in decades due to the supersoldier serum. Drawing on a mishmash of instinct and memory, Bucky takes care of Steve as best he can, trying to give Steve what he needs until Steve can safely be extracted from the situation.

In Bucharest, Steve gets hit with a weapon wielded by Black Panther that strips him of his serum mid-battle, turning him back into an omega and inducing his heat. He seeks out Bucky for help.

The Corset Prince by LeisurelyPanda

(Last updated April 8, 2020) 6 chapters

The year is 1836. James David Henry Buchanan Barnes, called Bucky by close friends and James by family, is an alpha, a soldier without peer, a skilled military commander, and a charmer. He has allies and friends on both sides of the political aisle in both the House of Commons and the House of Lords. By all accounts, he is the favorite to become King when his father dies. There's just one problem. Bucky is the Duke of York, not the Prince of Wales. His brother, known throughout the world as Brock, is the eldest of the King's children. He has all the charm of a feral Doberman. He inherited their father's temper and his overall tendency towards excess. Enter one Steve Rogers, a little known nephew of a new, powerful merchant and innovator recently appointed to the House of Commons, Howard Stark. Steve is young and innocent. His engagement to Prince James is sudden and it sweeps him into a world unlike any he'd ever imagined. The palace, for all the lights, casts many shadows. However, there is more to Steve than anyone suspects, including himself.

in the heat of the moment

on the nose

knot without you by Deisderium

*Finished* One Shots

"His time is upon him," Mrs. Rogers said solemnly. Bucky stared at her, taken aback and not altogether certain what she meant. It kind of sounded like she thought Steve was on the edge of death, but if that had been the case—again—she probably wouldn't have had a smile curving up the corners of her lips. "His heat," Mrs. Rogers said more bluntly. She was a nurse, after all. "Steve has presented as an omega." In which Steve presents very late as an omega. Bucky isn't supposed to go see him, but when has he ever done what he was supposed to do where Steve is concerned?

"Barnes," barked the sergeant, and Bucky jolted out of his thoughts. He strode forward to get his mail and was thrilled to see not only a letter from Becca and another from his ma, but an actual package from Steve. He took his treasures and retreated back to his tent. Inside the package was another bound in butcher paper and string, but much smaller than the shirt. There was a note tucked in the strings of this one too, but it was just a small square of folded paper. The note in the string was much shorter than the letter Steve had sent him with the larger package. It read in its entirety: don't open this unless you're alone. In which Bucky receives a sexy letter from home.

"I have to," Steve said stubbornly, even though Peggy hadn't tried to discourage him, not yet. "You heard Phillips," she said, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "He's probably dead." "There are a lot of men and women of the 107th who might not be," he said, and then, because she knew him too well: "He's my alpha." "He was." She wasn't trying to be cruel, he knew that; but he slapped a hand to his neck, where the mating bite used to be, and glared at her. "It's all right, Steve. I know a man with a plane.” In which Steve goes to get his man from the Hydra factory, and Bucky discovers that Steve's a little different from the last time he saw him.

Blossom like sunshine, nectar sweet as sin, the devil's drink has me pulled in by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 3 chapters

“Your son was said to be as beautiful as Brooklyn’s sweet apple blossoms,” Barnes said, and his lips lifted in another smile, then his eyes moved and Steve was startled by the intensity of his gaze. Barnes gave pause, long enough that Steve’s heartbeat picked up again. Then he spoke again. “But no blossom could compare,” he said. “Not even the most perfect of untouched flowers.” Steve felt his cheeks heat up; he blushed right to the roots of his hair, pulled back from his face by Wanda’s best braids. Barnes’s gaze somehow intensified even more as his gaze just shifted enough that Steve was sure he saw him blush that far. Barnes’s lip lifted at one corner by a hair. “I’ve never been gladder to have my expectations so far exceeded,” he concluded.

I Just Want a Friend by elliot_edison

*Finished* One Shot

Trapped in an unwanted engagement with an unpleasant alpha twice his age, omega Steve makes a plan to run away with the beta stable boy he befriended. Featuring a dirty-mouthed Steve, shy amnesiac James (spoiler: it’s Bucky). “Why did you—why am I—what do you want from me, sir?” James asked softly, looking down at his gloved hands. “What do I want? I want a fuckin’ friend. I want someone to call me by my name for once, instead of that ‘sir’ or ‘young omega’ bullshit. I want to be treated like a goddamn person instead of an object.” Steve was practically shouting, and then his face twisted sadly. “I just want a fuckin’ friend, James.”

Brambles and Bonfires by Lasenby_Heathcote, StarshipEnterprise

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky is an Alpha gone feral living up in the mountains. Steve is a lost Omega wannabe-hiker. Bucky, a creature of instinct, decides he’ll make the perfect mate to keep and breed, no matter what Steve has to say on the matter.

Back in the day

Making camp by Jokers_Wild

*Finished* One Shot, 2 chapters

Bucky returns home after working after a long day at work, finding Steve all curled up in the nest that they'd made in preparation for the Omega's heat. The Alpha can't help himself, not with how tantalizing Steve looks sprawled out in it and it's just so easy for the Alpha to get the Omega all hot and bothered. It's not his fault if he sets Steve's heat off early, its just something he's particularly good at doing.

Steve has saved his Alpha, they've made it back to camp and now comes the hard part. Talking about the change in their dynamic now that Steve is suddenly larger, stronger, and overall just more than his Alpha would have ever expected the man to be...But that's what you get when you sign up for an experiment to make the best soldier. Shame Bucky hadn't been there to tell Steve what a dumbass he was, he'll just have to do it now and if that leads to some great reunion sex that's fine too.

The last one

Meeting the Children

Another

Little Sister

Loki

Names

Domestic

Baby Stark Doo do by AngelynMoon

*Finished* 5 chapters, 7 chapters, one shot, 2 chapters, 2 chapters, One Shots

Captain America is an Alpha, Steve Rogers has always been an Omega.

In which Bucky Barnes meets his kids. Also known as that fic where Steve adopts the Avengers and Bucky's just along for the ride, as per usual.

In which there is another pregnancy for Steve.

The Avengers and Avengers adjacent meet a little Dream.

In which Steve adopts another kid and Bucky is still just along for the ride.

Bucky starts to remember names.

Tony has some thoughts.

In which Tony announces his and Pepper intentions to have a baby.

Start from the Beginning by omgbubblesomg

*Finished* 4 chapters

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating? Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to him by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 6 chapters

1917; James "Bucky" Barnes is born. 1918; Steve Rogers is born. 1936; Bucky Barnes bonds Steve Rogers. 1941; Bucky Barnes is drafted. 1943; Steve Rogers becomes Captain America. 1945; Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers die separately. 1972; the Winter Soldier is recovered by SHIELD. 2011; Captain America is recovered by SHIELD. 2012. The Winter Soldier is asked to care for Captain America during subdrop.

let me hold you close by icoulddothisallday

*Finished* 2 chapters

When Steve went down with the Valkyrie, he'd only just started to wonder if he might be pregnant. But there's no way a baby could have survived 70 years in the ice. Right? (We've all seen the stories where Steve's pregnant when he comes out of the ice, and through the miracles of the serum the baby is Okay. This is the story where the baby is Not Okay, but somehow still Okay.)

Who could ever love a Beast?

Surprise! It's an Omega! by alexisriversong

*Finished* 7 chapters, One Shot

Basically the Beauty and the Beast story with the Marvel characters. Mix between the various versions of the Beauty and the Beast stories out there.

Setting right after the end of the Beauty and the Beast AU, basically, the same plot as the movie but with alpha/omega/beta and the Avengers team. Not really necessary to read the first fic, but in some places might not make sense without reading that first.

For Your Own Good by MoonMated

*Finished* One Shot

Steve has to deal with life-altering consequences after tracking down Bucky.

easy love by moonythejedi394

*Finished* One Shot

In 1918, Joseph and Sarah Rogers welcomed their first and only child into the world. Joseph was the heir to Rogers & Rogers Medical Innovations and a very wealthy man. He had grown up in the high society circles of New York and as a high society man, he conversed with his peers about his son’s future before the boy was even born. With a good friend and business associate, George Barnes of Barnes Telecommunications, he struck a quite reasonable deal. George had one son already and a daughter on the way. His boy had the DNA markers of an Alpha and his daughter would likely be an Omega given their family history. They agreed that, however Joseph’s boy presented later in life, their families would merge with a marriage. Joseph’s son was named Steven Grant and his parents cautiously assumed by his fifth birthday that he would present as an Omega. At 16, he did. At 20, he married James Barnes.

innocence came screaming by moonythejedi394 (Some tentacle porn, but not overly “wierd”)

*Finished* One Shot

There had been no rain since the beginning of spring. The crops were dying. The river, what little freshwater they had on their island, was drying up. The village well was, too. They had made many sacrifices to the Great God of the Deep, and yet, the air remained dry. At last, in final desperation, the priests announced that a sacrifice of greater caliber was needed. “Only the sacrifice of a young, unbred Omega will turn away the Great Old One’s anger,” the high priest said to Steve. “You will honor your people.” Thus, he was left to die in the Great Old One's temple. The Great Old One, however, had other plans for him.

One Step at a Time (Like this?) by peachycinnamon

(Last updated Dec 28, 2020) 3 chapters

Will long lost friends be able to recognize each other? Be able reignite a flame and maybe make it burn into something else? Its their last year, and everyone is going to be faced with some kind of obstacle, the main question is, how will they deal with it?

Warming Up (To You) by Huntress79

*Finished* One Shot

Omega Steve is anything but happy about the week-long “company vacation” Tony has arranged for them all for Christmas, participation mandatory. He is lonely, he forgets to refill his suppressants before the trip, there’s a blizzard heading towards the resort – and on top of that all, he has to share the chalet with none else than his archnemesis, hot Alpha Bucky Barnes.

Compliance (The Knot Fic) by WhiteCeilings

*Finished* 2 chapters

It's not that Steve's alpha is cruel, he just doesn't consider himself his own person.

Of Feasts And Family by stevergrsno (noxlunate)

*Finished* One Shot

“Nothing?” He sounds almost… offended? Steve might not know the dude, but he��s pretty sure this random alpha sounds offended that Steve’s plans for Thanksgiving involve Steve, a frozen pizza, and watching the parade on tv. “That’s what I said,” Steve says, squinting at Sam’s list for a moment before grabbing two bags of marshmallows, “What, you’ve never had a nice boring Thanksgiving home alone with some Digorno?” The man makes a horrified noise and softly repeats Steve, “Home. Alone. Digorno,” in the way that people repeat something when they're expecting it to somehow change. In which Steve Rogers meets Bucky Barnes and somehow spends Thanksgiving with him the next day.

The Soldier's Omega by PandaFey

(Last updated Nov 16, 2020) 2 chapters

Bucky is back, but he's not the same. He doesn't know how to be an alpha or how to treat omegas, but Steve is willing to help teach him. Even if it hurts him in the process.

the Kept Boy

Into the Dark by moonythejedi394, Neutralchaos

*Finished* (Last updated Nov 13, 2019) 25 chapters, 18 chapters

Here is James Barnes, the most dangerous Alpha in New York. Rich, powerful, cocky and short-tempered, his only skill greater than his persuasion or intimidation is his marksmanship. Head of the Seyrbakov crime family, inherited over the heads of the late Aleksei Seyrbakov’s own sons, who he had deported when they attempted to murder him. Top of Interpol and the FBI and the CIA and probably the NSA’s most wanted lists, but there’s never enough evidence to bring even a parking ticket against him, as it has been for New York’s Bratva since the late 1910s. His company smuggles weapons, drugs, alcohol, tobacco, exotic animals, you name it, but you’ll never find a shred of proof. If land barons still existed, then Barnes – owning property in all the five boroughs, the state, the country, even on other continents – would easily be one. When you think of the Russian mafia, you think of Barnes. Here is James Barnes, gracing the scum and lowlifes of Brooklyn with his presence, and here is Steve Rogers, not-so-cheap yet consistently broke hooker, sitting on his lap like he belongs there. Very rapidly, that makes him the most dangerous Omega in New York.

After the traumatic events that marked six months in his and Steve’s relationship, things aren’t the same. There’s a nightlight in every room, set to automatically switch on after sunset. Neither of them can stand the sight of a rat. Bucky can’t go away on business trips and leave Steve behind anymore; he can barely leave his baby home for a day while he goes to work, he brings Steve with him more days than not. Neither of them sleep as much as they used to, and Bucky didn’t even sleep evenly every night before that. But it’s not bad. They have each other. And together, it’s so much easier to brave the things they fear.Starting with going into the dark.

Post: Part 2

[lunuanaki]

Your favorite ship. I'm talking about the one that gives you the butterflies and happy feel good feelings. Talk to me about that. I wanna know what your brain words say about it. :)

THANK YOU, SYN, FOR SENDING ME THIS MESSAGE WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD because probably they know what’s going to happen and they don’t want any part of it---  *glares at entire dash like that one picture of the assmad cartoon pig*

I’m going to cut this because it’ll definitely get long, but... if you wanna know what kind of ships I would throw myself in front of a ruby dragon for, you’re boutta find out... I’m gonna explain it for the unfamiliar as well, though. So I get to talk more. I don’t know how anyone on this website could dislike this ship. Fight me. Anyone who reads this and agrees gets the warm fuzzy feeling of my everlasting favour. 

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It’s Velka and Gwyndolin, is anyone surprised?! Nahhh... BUT LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THEM BC I BET YOU DONT KNOW EM?!For those unfamiliar with Dark S//ouls, Gwyndolin is the youngest child of the Great Lord Gwyn, God of War/Sun/Lightning, all that big noisy man stuff. Gwyndolin was born weak and fragile and corpse-white, so, realising he wasn’t much of a trophy child, Gwyn raised him as a girl. Gwyn’s rejection never quite sat well with him, though - he’s always been insecure about his appearance and how others interpret it. He hates being stared at, and has been known to kill servants who aren’t careful where they look. Actually, he’s not fussy about murder in general, but he does have a strong sense of who deserves it and who doesn’t.Gwyndolin’s talents lie in moon-related magic and archery. As an adult, he still presents as female, he’s still horribly weak in a physical sense, paper-white, and for unspecified-in-canon reasons, has six or eight snakes where his legs should be (he still has legs, but the snakes tend to boost him off the floor). I’m not going to link any images. Picture white silk, gold, delicate, intricately made bows and faintly glowing arrows, and a gold mask he hides his face behind that mimics the shape of the sun his dad is so obsessed with.His canon personality is cold and apathetic; this is no tragic princess to be rescued. Suggest as much, or try to cross him, and he will kill you where you stand, with a shot so fast you’d never see him draw the arrow, or raise his staff. He leads a covenant of followers who hunt down sinners. As proof that they killed for their master, these followers tear off their victim’s ear and bring it to his doorstep for his approval. He’s pure grace and moonlight, and the definition of the phrase “glass cannon”. He knows his place, and even though he will never be a true part of Gwyn’s family, at least to his father, he works to support them. You can kill him in-game; if you do, the sun will go out. It was an illusion. The sun went out in Anor Londo centuries ago; Gwyndolin has been maintaining the false image of its better days, as a comfort to visiting Undead, even though it must grate at his soul to do it. His title is Dark Sun. This is not his natural habitat. 

Velka. Velka is a name, and a concept. That’s all we get in-game. She appeared in the third game as a statue (that confirmed my headcanon appearance for her to be spot on). Her title is Goddess of Sin. She’s known for being sneaky, “eccentric witch”, difficult, changeable. Gwyn’s friendship with her was always rocky; she could see his pride and his self interest, and he knew she waited for the day he met her judgement. Flames help him; after the massacre of the dragons, if he ever knelt at her feet, it would be the last thing he did. If Gwyn is the sun, she is the darkness waiting for him to sink below the horizon. Her covenant are absolvers of sin, for a price, their faces covered to separate them from the material world. She has no concept of the Christian idea of sin, because that just doesn’t exist in Lordran. Sin is decided based on her moral compass - conflicting philosophies, like the Way of White, might claim she has none, because she sees no inherent sin in drinking, or sex, or gambling, as long as no ill intent or effect is there. She only wears black, silver, and that one splash of red, the wedding ring from the husband she outlived. She was human once; not a born Lord like Gwyndolin. That mortal vitality is still about her; she never had the luxury of living without the concept of death. Picture extremely long, thick black hair (that she’s famous for in game), crystal-clear lavender eyes, blood red lips, porcelain-coloured skin and purple dark circles, lace and velvet. Her mother taught her to scheme and spy her way up. Gwyndolin was naturally suspicious of her at first, as he should have been. But their covenants had a mutual interest, and she began to supply her list of unrepentant sinners for his covenant to hunt down. It became a bonding ritual, I think both of them enjoyed it more than they’d admit. 

Gwyndolin to begin to get. Jealous. Velka was known for spending nights with anyone she pleased, servant to knight, never getting attached to any of them. There were rumours that the crown prince of sunlight himself was on that list. Gwyndolin seemed to be the only one she wouldn’t look at in that way. Was that because of the way he looked? Did she pity or avoid him the way everyone else did, even after all this time? Every hour she spent with one of them was one she wasn’t with him. His own anger at her is confusing to him, because he’s never had any interest in anyone, male or female, not like this. It was, she said, because she valued him more than one of her throwaways. She paid close attention to him, enough to know he didn’t like to be approached like that, or looked at. Whenever people had shown interest in him before, he’d assumed they were mocking him. She didn’t want to make him feel the way they did, so she was content with the distance she stayed at, as long as she could pride herself on being the one he was most comfortable with. It was selfish, really, but she liked being his favourite, so she’d do anything to stay that way. Velka does not recognise the word love, because she’s never experienced it before, so she doesn’t use it, not yet.

When they finally stopped dancing around each other, her reputation for impropriety died, along with anyone who spoke about her like that in front of Gwyndolin. Gwyndolin is extremely possessive, and Velka, for once, finds she wants to be possessed. There’s still no power imbalance, though. With her support, Gwyndolin’s confidence can develop (she’s so proud of everything he does). With his favour, she can’t be sidelined as badly as before. They have to be careful as a couple, because it’s dangerous to be seen that way. Not because “Gwyn won’t approve of her”, but because between them, with their combined covenants, Gwyn’s distrust of her, and the growing unrest among Gwyn’s human subjects, they present a very real threat to the throne, and as if to prove their point, Gwyn will soon exile his own son and heir for less.

They’re like Morticia and Gomez, if all that overly romantic stuff were silent. Because they don’t need to say anything. Like the time he panicked over an instinctive murder of a wayward servant, and she helped him clean the blood off his hands and let him calm down alone when she wanted to kiss him until he remembered how much more important he was than such a silly mistake as that - to her, and who else matters? Or the time someone made an untoward comment about her at the dinner table and no one saw Gwyndolin draw the arrow, just the sight of it hit the speaker and kill them instantly. She only laughed as politely as she could, because he already knows how much she adores his overprotective homicidal tendencies, and he thrives off it. Her sense of justice has a blind spot that exists just for him, and she can forgive him anything.

There’s a little piece of lore in the game that says Velka sided against the gods in a war, and lost. The AU that could happen if they won gives me life. If they won, she wouldn’t have taken Gwyn’s place herself, she would have given it to Gwyndolin. They would make a terrifying but brilliant leader between them. The sun would set in Anor Londo for good, and Gwyndolin’s intelligence and clarity would get a chance to prove itself more useful than Gwyn’s brute force and genocide tactics. Gwyndolin isn’t much for titles, but you can be damn sure Velka would take it. If it made Gwyn turn in his grave to hear her called Queen, she’d insist on it, after the way she watched him treat Gwyndolin. As if he weren’t worthy of Gwyn’s pathetic legacy. 

Of course, as the series goes, in the third game, Gwyndolin is gone. Reportedly cannibalised by a cult leader and his apprentice while he was weak and sick. Velka’s verse for that revolves around her finding and saving him - whatever that means. 

If anyone stuck with me this long, please offer me emotional support, because I am compromised. I haven’t run out of words or feelings, I’ve run out of energy to convey them. These two are precious to me. Not only is there all this intensity and unrelenting devotion behind them, they take the usual framework for a hetero relationship, shatter it and piece it back together in completely the “wrong” order. Velka has some of the masculine traits, the forcefulness of her mannerisms, the proactively destructive one, however undercover it might be. Gwyndolin is the formal, delicate, princessly one, and has to be pushed to react badly. Both of them are beautiful, in totally opposing ways. You would usually expect the  female to be the sexually inexperienced one and the male to be the opposite, but that’s flipped on its head as well. And yet, the hyper-feminine one is Velka. Gwyndolin is androgynous, even in feminine clothing. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a pairing where each one adds to the others’ existence to such a degree as they do. I reject the events of the second and third games and substitute my own, because anything else is a waste of one of the best pairs I’ve seen in anything, ever. I don’t think I’ll ever top some of the threads I did with enasaliin with these two, honestly, I might as well log out and never come back. I have to go do some starters now. My heart hurts. ;-;