#so it was just me fighting against settling. if i had to compromise i wanted it as close to what was in my mind as possible

[nanaslutt]

have this idea stuck in my head for days

tojis obviously would be very opposed to the idea of subbing but hear me out, when you ride him and it just becomes too much, he would definitely let out little whimpers and be so embarrassed :((

I am SO into this.

Contains: fem reader, switch?reader & toji, dom!toji, nipple play, riding, backshots, soooo much dirty talk, daddy kink (i had to), lots of pet names for reader, pullout method used (shocker), praise, degradation, established relationship, toji is whipped for reader, face slapping, squirting, passing out during sex briefly (he stops)

MDNI

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Your thighs are burning from supporting the rapid pace of your bouncing. Chastizing your aching legs silently, calling them ungrateful in this current situation.

Toji never let you take control. He hardly let you even ride him, and when you did he he often set the pace for you by fucking his hips up into your cunt. Toji like the dominance he had over you, loved seeing you go drunk from his length alone. There was nothing inherently wrong with his preference. Sex always being very satisfying with him.

But could couldn't deny that there were times when you wanted to see his facad fall apart. Growing wetter at the idea of him submissive underneath you.

You tried proposing the idea to Toji, but he shot it down down faster than you could even finish getting it out your words.

"There is no way I'm gonna be your bitch, sorry sweetheart." He delivered the news to you shortly, ruffling your hair in the process.

You argued back, "Cmon Toji, 's not like I'm gonna fuck you with a strap or something." Pouting when his large palm finished messing up the hair atop your head.

Head turning to stare at you with lidded eyes, disbelief plastered on his face at the mention alone of you fucking his ass with a fake cock.

Arguing back and forth for a while before settling on a compromise you could get behind. "Jesus christ girl, if this is so important to you, ill let ya ride my me or somethin."

You smiled, triumph filling your body at his proposition, "but if you don't fuck me right, I'm taking over." He stated flatly, making you roll your eyes at his overconfident tone.

Bringing you back to the current situation. Toji's large frame was sprawled out on the matress beneath you, large cock snug in your cunt as you bounced up and down. The pace you set didnt even come close to his usual speed, but you were just getting started.

You were so determined to make him eat his words, and show him how good submitting even just a little, could feel.

Pausing your bouncing for a second, his rough voice cut through the hot air, "Already done?" he smirked, tone having i told you so, laced all throughout it.

You lean back, hands bracing right above Toji’s knees as you plant your feet on the bottom of his abs, resituating yourself.

just you wait old man.

You stayed silent, giving him a small smile as you started thrusting your hips against him, sliding his hard cock in and out of your walls.

The new angle made his breath hitch, your cunt feeling so much tighter in this position. Toji's tip was being forced up against your tummy when you fucked his cock into yourself.

Trying not to lose yourself at the feeling of him directly hitting your sweet spot, realigning your brain to focus on your goal.

He licked his lips, jaw opening slightly, groaning unabashedly at the feeling of you deliberately clenching your cunt around him.

"Feel good daddy?" you teased, confidence filling your voice when his eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head. The older man’s hips fighting the urge to fuck into up you, trying to respect his pretty girlfriend’s wishes for the time being.

"Sure does cute thing, makin' me feel so fucking good." Grabbing the entirety of your ankles in his palms, using them to ground himself.

You catch him off guard, leaning forward swiftly and hooking your feet on the insides of his thighs, grinding your hips deliciously against his pelvis, providing your clit with mouthwatering stimulation in the process as it bumped against his hard pelvis.

"Fuuuuuck," he grit his teeth at the arousal knotting under his abs, his cock being rubbed against your walls delectably, making him feel lightheaded.

You braced your hands on his pecs, scratching your nails over his stiff nipples intentionally.

His reaction even catching himself off guard as he fucking whimpered. Body jerking when you repeated the process a couple times. His big hand coming up to cover his mouth, face turning crimson under his fingers when you picked up your hips again, pulling out till the tip was just inside before slamming them down roughly.

"H-aah," He breathily moaned, "You like it when I play with ur nipples daddy?" you whined with a smile, fingers coming up to the pretty pink buds, rolling them between your fingers.

His hand pressing harder over his mouth doing little to conceal his whimpers. You never would have guessed he was so sensitive here, never letting your sly fingers get close enough to test it.

“Can feel you twitching inside m-me” you moan out, pace of your hips finally matching the one he’s used to.

Watching his eyes repeatedly roll back in his head while he tried his best to suppress the whines that threatened to fall from his lips, making your clit fucking throb.

Abandoning one of your hand toying with his nipples to grab at his wrist, pulling at the hand covering his mouth, “Toji ‘s okay, w-wanna hear you.”

He feels the tips of his ears heat up, embarrassed that you had to comfort him like this. Usually having to be the one to console you when you were struggling to adjust to his length. He didn’t appreciate this reverse in your respective roles.

Dropping his hand onto you thigh and gripping hard, making the veins in his hand pop, he looked away from your eyes, “S-shut up.” he groaned, lip tucked snugly under his teeth.

Not letting his words get to you, thoroughly aware he wasn’t used to letting himself feel like this, you spoke again, “Sounds ur makin are getting me so f-fucking wet.” you praised.

Veins popping in his forhead at this as now you sounded a little too much like him, “That’s enough of that,” he quickly flips you over, roles falling back into their rightful place as he started pounding his cock into your cunt from behind, pressing the weight of his hard body against your back.

“Think you can talk to me like i’m some submissive slut? huh?” he growled into the shell of your ear, tongue darting inside, licking around in your ear.

“Tojiiiiii,” you whined at his mean hips, disappointed he had cut off your fun. Still fairly happy with the progress you made in allowing him to get used to being more submissive around you if he wanted, but still missing the slightly more domineering position you held moments ago.

“Cant believe you made me embarrass myself in front of you like that.” thinking back to moments ago when you quite literally had him whimpering under the assault of your hips and sneaky fucking fingers.

“Gotta put you back in your place,” he whispered darkly into your ear.

“N-not fair,” you moaned in retaliation, voice getting cut short as he painfully forced his cock deep into your walls, kissing your cervix with the deep angle.

“I think you had your- fun” he emphasized the last word with a thrust, “want me to admit it felt good when you rode my dick, huh? thag what you want?” Deep voice moaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting his dick like you were trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“Think it was pretty obvious when you made me fucking whimper.” he spat, biting down on your hear and pulling it between his teeth before letting it go.

Leaning his body up and taking a strong hold on your hips, gripping them hard enough to almost guarantee to leave nasty bruises.

Toji pulled you back on his dick, your fingers gripping into the sheets for dear life as he fucked you like he had a personal vendetta against you.

And right now he did.

“God this little pussy is sucking me in so good.” his scared mouth forms a grin feeling you gush around him.

“Toji ‘s too m-uch” wining at the stretch of him still. Trying and failing to warn him of how close you were.

He pulls your hips back against him harder, shutting you up. “Nahhh you can take it.” he replies.

“Fucking- take- it” fucking his words into your body with each thrust, massaging your walls expertly with his girth. Your cunt pulsing around him unexpectedly as your orgasm crashed over you suddenly.

Transfixed with the cum squirting out of your pussy while he fucked got through it, “Oh yesssss, squirt all over me baby,” he encouraged, helping the cum spray out of you by rubbing his fingers back and forth across your clit,

“Fuuuuuck, oh-my-god” your voice squealed through it as little spurts of your arousal kept dripping out around his length.

The sheets underneath your body were fucking soaked, not having time to feel bad about it before you black out, limbs collapsing limply against the sheets, losing consciousness and the intensity in which you just came.

“Ahhh shit, heh” toji giggled, stopping his thrusts and burring his cock deep inside you before he leaned over your body. He slapped your face with his rough fingers a couple times before your eyes rolled back into place in their sockets.

Gaps and whines finding your tongue when you came to, tears falling down your face at sheer intensity of your orgasm. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked, keeping himself still, buried to the hilt while he waited for your answer.

Giggling when you nodded, stupid head unable to form any coherent words. “Attagirl, thought I killed ya’ for a second, that woulda’ been a new one.” laughing at his sick joke, while he kissed the side of your face.

“Think ya can keep going?” he asked, concern peeking out through his words.

Hearing you whimper out a quiet “mhmm” next to his chiseled face, he got back into position, pushing your back down into a mean arch as he started his pace up again.

“So good to daddy baby, promise i’ll make it quick.” staring down at you with admiration in his eyes as he thrusts recklessly into your cunt.

Words being a lot more literal that he thought, as he was only a couple thrusts in and already started feeling his balls tighten. Feeling the cum traveling through his dick, getting ready to give his load to you.

“Nggghh, gotta stop suckin me in like that, makin me think you want me to fill you up.” he groaned when your overstimulated pussy tightened, protestesting at his cock’s incessant thrusting.

Mind barely registering his words but your sweet voice slurring out, “yessss gimmie ur babiesss, cum inside me tojiii” anyways.

“Dangerous words doll,” he laughed feeling his cock react strongly to your words, “Maybe another night tho, pretty head doesn’t seem screwed on just right, right now.” much to your dismay he was pulling out soon after.

Jerking his cock quickly, hot ropes of cum decorating your ass while he groaned into the air, moaning your name full of pleasure while he came down.

He tapped your ass a couple times, signaling you to relax, body immediately obeying as your arch dissipated, flattening against the bed on your stomach, groaning at how sore your pussy felt.

He collapsed down on the bed next to you, pulling your abused body onto his sweaty torso, cradling you in his arms.

Feeling toji softly kiss your head while he whispered praises into your ear, mind slowly drifting off into what would be the best night of sleep of your life.

When sex got rough with toji and you fell asleep right after, much like now, he always made sure to wipe you clean. Never failing to wake up under his soft sheets, sticky mess cleaned off your body, slick between your thighs gone without a trace like it was never there in the first place.

Toji might be a rough man, not great with words, appearing intimidating and gruff to most, but he loved you and you really felt it with the little things like this that he did for you.

Rhythm of his stroking lulling you into dreamland, waiting until your breaths to evened out before he spoke, “felt kinda good to be under yer mercy like that, kid.” mumbling his confession into your hair before he situated you into the sheets next to him, standing to gather the supplies to clean you up while you slept like a baby, completely oblivious to his words.

#toji my beloved #sub toji soon? #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji smut #toji x you #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #dilf toji #toji fluff #toji fic #gojo smut #geto smut #choso smut

[deargojou]

【 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 】

You pressed your hand gently against Megumi’s forehead, frowning at the intense heat radiating from his skin. His normally porcelain complexion was flushed pink across his cheeks, and his eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“Your fever still feels really high,” you murmured worriedly, brushing his dark bangs back from his face.

Megumi gave a small nod, the slightest grimace crossing his face at the movement. “I’ll be alright. Don't worry about me too much.” His voice was hoarse and lacked its usual composed strength.

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “Of course I’m going to worry when my boyfriend is sick. Now hush and let me take care of you.”

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but quickly shut it at the stern look you gave him. Even in his weakened state, he knew better than to argue with you when you had made up your mind.

You had only been dating Megumi for a few months, but you cherished every moment together. Beneath his stoic, aloof exterior lay a kind heart and fierce loyalty. And though he was always composed around others, you delighted in slowly coaxing him out of his shell.

While Megumi had initially been shy about intimacy, your patience and affection eventually helped him open up. You lived for the small smiles he would give you, the way his pale cheeks would flush when you complimented him. He was still easily flustered by overt shows of romance, but you found it hopelessly endearing.

Now, as you tenderly cared for your ailing boyfriend, you were reminded of just how vulnerable Megumi allowed himself to be with you. He obediently swallowed the medicine you gave him to bring down his fever, though he insisted he could feed himself the hot soup you had prepared.

You just smiled knowingly, recognizing the subtle, prideful streak in Megumi. Compromising, you allowed him to eat on his own but remained close by in case he needed assistance.

After eating what little he could manage, his energy was spent. You helped him change out of his sweat-dampened shirt into a fresh one, taking care not to look directly at his bare torso―though the tempting glimpse of smooth, toned muscle made your face grow warm.

Once he was settled back against his pillows, you placed a cool cloth across Megumi’s burning forehead. He released a small sigh of relief at the sensation.

“How are you feeling now?” you asked softly, gently sweeping his bangs off his face.

“A bit better, thanks to you,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered at even that small, precious smile. “I’m glad. Try to rest, okay? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

His eyes drifted closed, though you could tell he was still fighting off sleep. You began carding your fingers lightly through his hair, soothingly massaging his scalp. After several moments, his breathing grew slow and even, his body relaxing into much-needed sleep.

You gazed down at his peaceful sleeping face. Megumi worked so hard taking care of everyone else, but was reluctant to rely on others in return. It made you happy to be able to care for him while he was vulnerable, proving he could depend on you.

When he awoke a few hours later, the flush had faded from his cheeks somewhat. But upon seeing you sitting dutifully by his bedside, a new bloom of pink blossomed across his pale skin.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, sounding quietly surprised.

You gave him a soft smile. “Of course. I want to make sure you recover properly.”

You reached out to feel his forehead again. “Mmm, still a bit warm. Are you feeling any better though?”

“Yes, much better thanks to your diligent care,” he said again.

You grinned. “Well, aren’t you quite the flatterer when you’re sick and defenseless.”

His blush deepened at your playful ribbing. Even now, after months of dating, he was easily flustered by your affectionate attention.

“Here, you should eat a little more,” you said gently, handing him a bowl of rice porridge. “This will be easy on your stomach.”

Megumi accepted the bowl with quiet ‘thanks’ before picking up the spoon to feed himself again. After a few bites, however, his arm drifted down weakly to rest.

Wordlessly, you retrieved the spoon from his slender fingers. Scooping up a small amount of porridge, you brought it to his lips.

His eyes widened slightly, “I… I can manage,” he protested half-heartedly.

“Shh, just let me help,” you insisted with a smile. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t spoon-feed my sick darling?”

At the open display of affection, Megumi looked utterly flabbergasted. But he obediently parted his lips, allowing you to feed him the porridge.

You weren’t sure if the renewed flush to his cheeks was from embarrassment or his lingering fever―likely both. But you relished being able to care for him so tenderly.

Once he had eaten his fill, you helped settle him back against the pillows once more. As you gazed down at him, you couldn’t resist reaching out to caress his cheek.

“You’re going to spoil me rotten if you keep this up,” he murmured, though he nuzzled ever so slightly into your touch.

You smiled, heart brimming with love for this boy who tried so hard to hide his softer side from the world. “Good,” you whispered. “You deserve to be spoiled sometimes.”

His gaze softened, his hand coming up to cover yours against his cheek. The simple intimacy of the moment made your breath catch.

“Get some more rest,” you eventually managed, reluctantly pulling your hand back. Already you missed the warmth of his skin.

Megumi’s eyes drifted closed again, his body relaxing into the mattress. As you watched over his sleeping form, you hoped he knew just how much you cherished him.

#ღೋ𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊. #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x y/n #megumi #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #jjk fushiguro megumi #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi scenario #megumi imagine #megumi fanfiction #megumi fic #fushiguro megumi x female reader

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Boobies!

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary:Your Stevie gets to spend some quality time with you and his girls.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Steve Harrington is a boobs guy, Titfucking, Mentions of pornography, nothing else that I can think of (unless you think there’s something I missed, in which case; shoot me a message so I can tag it)

Word Count: 1521

Author's Note:I had this idea bouncing around my head for a while, and so I thought I’d get round to actually writing it. 

Simply put, Steve Harrington was a boob kind of guy. In his eyes, all boobs were good boobs. Big, or small, it didn't matter to him. 

You suspected as much to be true, because anytime you'd fallen asleep with him, he would end up spooned so close to you, holding you safe in his arms, his hand finding their places to settle over your boobs. Just feeling the soft weight of your tits in his palms was somewhat relaxing for him.

You also had your suspicions confirmed last summer, where you had decided to wear a tank top, to avoid wearing any unnecessary layers. That was the day that you had to fight for your boyfriend’s attention almost anytime you wanted to talk to him. His brown eyes cast down, towards your chest, eyeing the exposed cleavage, and enjoying the subtle bounce and jiggle of your boobs anytime you talked excitedly about anything.

It was on a lazy Sunday evening, on the rare occasion that you weren’t working at the movie theatre, and Steve had a day off working in Family Video. You were laying closely pressed together on his bed. 

More often than not, the free time you spent alone with Steve was in his house. He’d told you many times that it was very rare for his parents to be home for any length of time. Whilst the thought of Steve’s parents being happy enough to leave that boy in that big house all by himself, made your heart ache, you were glad of the privacy it afforded you. It was so much better than the alternative. That time where Steve had been hanging out with you in your bedroom, and your Stevie couldn’t keep his hands to himself. The sudden knock and opening of the door by your mother startled you both enough to quickly pull away from your impromptu makeout session. It wasn’t that your mother didn’t like or approve of your relationship with Steve, oh no it was quite the opposite actually, she adored how kindly he seemed to treat her daughter. However, she wasn’t quite ready to see her daughter and her boyfriend in such a compromising position. Between seeing your slightly out-of-breath state, and Steve’s ruffled hair and glazed over expression, it didn’t take a genius to piece together what had just been happening. After that awkward encounter, it just seemed better that you spent your time at Steve's place.

You were laying on your back, whilst Steve laid down over you, his arm wrapped protectively over your waist, his head resting gently on top of your chest whilst your fingers ran softly through his mess of shaggy hair. 

“...Mmm your boobs are soft..” he mumbles against your chest “..and so pretty too..” 

That’s when you suddenly feel the tugging of Steve’s hands at the hem of your oversized t-shirt (technically it was his shirt, but after he told you how much he enjoyed seeing you in his shirts, you took it upon yourself to wear his stuff more often.) His eager fingertips try to work the shirt off your body to have access to your naked tits, knowing you didn’t ever wear a bra if you were home.

Taking the hint, you sat up to arch your arms up and take off your t-shirt, flinging it off to the corner of Steve’s room. 

Steve seized this moment to begin to leave kisses over your tits. His pink lips, pecking all over the soft exposed skin. His kisses begin to inch closer to your nipple, before he wraps his lips around it, bringing it into the warm wet heat of his mouth, sucking it gently before releasing it from his mouth with a pop. Then his lips lead a trail of sweet kisses from one breast to the other, making sure to give equal attention to the other nipple.

All the while you let him indulge in his love affair with your tits, your fingertips scratch and tug at the soft brown strands of hair at his scalp.

That's when the idea struck him. Remembering something he saw in one of the x-rated tapes from the adult section at the back of Family Video that he'd taken home with him after a particularly long shift. Footage of a man sliding his dick through the softness of some girls' boobs. That evening Steve came harder than he ever had before. His cum dripped over the knuckles of his closed fist, and the only thoughts on his mind was of how he wanted to try that with you.

“Hey…Uh.. Honey?” Steve spoke up, tilting his head up to look at you.

“Yes, my love?” 

“There’s something I wanna try with you, would you be down for trying something new?” he started, the idea of how to go about asking you formulating in his mind.

“Well what is it, Stevie?” you teased gently.

“I wanna fuck your tits” he blurted out, thinking it  would better if he just came out with it, rather than skirt around the subject.

“Okay, I’m down, how do you want me?”

“H-how do I want you?” the fact you were even entertaining this idea had his head spinning and all the blood rushing straight to his dick.

“Yeah like, would you rather I sit up and you like..thrust between them? Or I can lay on my back and you can straddle my chest and then I can push my boobs together.” You explained brazenly. 

“Can I straddle your chest please?” he asked sheepishly.

“Sure!” you said as you got yourself comfortable, laying back on Steve’s bed.

Steve pulled off his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick bobbing slightly. 

Steve spat into his palm, and dropped his hand down to give his cock a few firm strokes, pumping his fist over the length of himself till he was fully hard.

He reached over to his bedside drawer where he kept a small bottle of lube, exactly where he’d left it from back when he’d watched that damn video.

He uncapped the bottle with a click, warning you how it would probably be cold on your skin, before he squeezed a generous amount between the valley of your breasts. He didn’t miss the way your body shivered as the cold gel hit your skin.  

 He also squeezed out some into his hand, thrusting into his hand a few times to cover his dick too.

Hovering over you with his cock in his hand, he leans forward, placing his cock between the valley of your breasts. He takes each one of your breasts in his large hands and gently squeezes them together. You notice his hesitancy and so you place your hands over his and to reassure him that you’re more than willing to do this, and to push your boobs together tighter around his steadily leaking cock.

Then he starts thrusting his hips forward. It’s different to what he was expecting, not a bad different certainly, the softness of your skin, slick with lube, feels so nice. His thumbs find themselves rubbing over your nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks. 

“F-fuck…” Steve stutters out with a moan, his head swimming with lust as he watched his cock slide between your breasts. 

“I wanna taste you, Stevie” you say as you stick out your tongue, just enough so it catches on the tip of his cock as it pops through the top of your cleavage. Your tongue lapping the beading drop of pre-cum gathering at his sensitive tip.

“God..Honey.. Fuck..that’s feels so good..your’re so good for me” Steve groans out above you, his hips continuing to thrust between your breasts. “Love your tits…they’re so soft..you look so gorgeous like this, honey”

His thrusts start to become sloppier and as he chases his high.

“Babe.. I’m so close… ” his breath coming out in ragged pants.  

“Cum on my tits, Stevie…please..” you whine for him, squishing your boobs tighter around him and using them to help jerk him off.

With a few more thrusts, and the soft weight of your boobs working against his sensitive cock, Steve comes with a deep guttural moan, painting your collarbones with his spend. 

Steve carefully swings his body to come and lie next to you, his own chest heaving with gasps, and his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his cock softening against his stomach.

You take this opportunity to swipe your finger through the cum Steve spilled on your chest Popping your finger in your mouth, you moan at the taste, sucking your finger clean.

Steve who had been trying to catch his breath, watched you with lust-glazed eyes

“Honey, you can’t just do that..s’not fair, you’ll get me going again” he chuckles dryly.

“What? Too tired, Harrington?” you tease playfully.

“Never. For you I’ve got all the time in the world” he smirks as he makes his way down your body, settling in between your thighs.

“Now... Let me return the favour” He says with a cheeky wink, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Oh. You were in for it now.

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[hitomisuzuya]

I spent hours on this. I love the idea of Xiao having a heat cycle. Smut. Rough floor fucking. Poor baby is so pent up that he deserves to be taken care of until he is spent.

Finally, the aura around felt settled enough that Xiao felt he'd done enough for the night. Liyue was safe for another night thanks to his tireless efforts. Sighing, he leaned against a tree .

Xiao was exhausted for so, so many reasons. It had been a week since he'd witnessed her masturbating to thoughts of him. All week, he'd been pushing thoughts of her in lewdly compromising positions while he fought monsters, making it hard to focus.

And he was in heat. Denying lustful urges while he was fighting was taxing on him in ways he never imagined.

It was difficult for Xiao to admit that he couldn't take it anymore. He remembered her telling him one time that it was okay for him to be selfish about some things.

It was now that he was choosing to be selfish.

Disappearing in a cloud of Anemo, he was outside her house in an instant. He was relieved to see that her bedroom light was still on, his eyes widened when he saw her laying on her stomach on her bed, wearing only a flimsy tank top and boy shorts. It made his mouth water, she was laying there so open to him for the taking.

Not wanting to startle her, Xiao knocked on the window a few times, climbing through when she got up to slid it open.

"Xiao? What's the matter?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern. He looked so tired. "Are you hurt?'

"No, I'm not. Can you just listen to me a second?" He asked, stumbling forward a little to bury his face in her neck.

"Sure, of course.." she trailed off. Being this close to him was making her cheeks flush, his breath hot against her skin. She stroked the back of his head soothingly, making him nuzzle against her neck.

Xiao couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes when he spoke, "I'm in a heat, and I can't handle it anymore," he said bluntly, feeling a little embarrassed. "I feel so frustrated."

"Then let me help you," she whispered, stroking his hair as she reached down to cup his cock, stroking and rubbing her palm against it. It didn't take long before he was rutting against her hand, his breathing turning shaky as he panted.

"Xiao," she said, making him pick his head up from her neck to look at her. He growled when she stopped her ministrations, cupping one of his cheeks in her hand. "Tell me what you need. I'm here to serve you."

"Please," he panted, "I need a release." His cheeks were flushed, his golden eyes desperate. "I feel so hot." His eyes lulled closed, sighing heavily with short lived relief as she took his cock out of his pants. She squeezed it, rubbing her fingertips into the precum on the tip.

The way Xiao's breathy pants were giving way to needy whines as she pumped her hand along his cock was making her feel wet. It stunned her that Xiao was seeking her out in this way, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure he felt good and was spent.

It didn't take long for him to cum in her hand. Wrapping an arm around her, all it took was a few grinds for him to be hard again. When he felt her dampening panties against his cock, he felt himself reeling.

Hesitantly, Xiao leaned in to harshly bit her lower lip before he gripped her shoulders, pushing her down on her knees. " Open your mouth," he commanded gruffly. Holding onto the back of her head, he pushed his cock against her lips.

He shuddered with pleasure when she swirled her tongue against his tip, stroking along his length. When she rolled the pads of her fingers along the veins popping up from stimulation, Xiao couldn't help himself. Growling, he thrust into her mouth, bottoming out against her throat. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you indulging yourself to thoughts of me "

She let out a startled noise before she coughed, which vibrated along his cock. He paused, giving her time to breathe through her nose, watching the way drool pooled from the corners of her mouth when she started sucking. He quivered, moaning when she flattened her tongue along his cock, dragging it over the veins.

Xiao relaxed a little, letting her set the pace, entranced by how his cock looked going in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head. He stroked her hair, pulling it back from her face slightly, gazing down at her with something akin to adoration. When she felt his dick throb and twitch in her mouth, she sucked more fervently, trapping it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

All it took was one grind of her mouth against his cock while she sucked for cum to spill into her mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, gripping her hair tightly and thrusting sloppily as he fucked her mouth through his orgasm.

Pulling her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, she pulled much needed air into her lungs as she wiped her mouth. Panting, Xiao collapsed onto his knees next to her. "Feel better?" She asked.

"Mhm, almost," he mumbled somewhat incoherently.

"So wait, you saw me.." Xiao cut her off with a kiss, pushing his tongue dominantly into her mouth as he yanked her tank top down, snapping one of straps. Being egged on by the primal instinct to possess her, he groped her breast, tweaking and pinching her nipple to harden under his finger tips.

The way she moaned made him want to hear it over and over again. Reaching down, he pushed her panties aside, which were soaking and clinging to her cunt.

Gliding his fingers between her folds, he coated his fingers in her slick, rubbing his thumb over her clit. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes and ears keenly focused on her sounds and expressions.

Ripping what was left of her shirt off, he smeared her arousal on one of her nipples before he leaned down to suck on it. Pulling her panties off, feeding off of her moans, he thrust his fingers inside of her. "Tell me when you are close," he instructed before finger fucking her in a way that made her back arch.

Her eyes expression melted into one that mirrored his own, her eyes lulling into a half lidded, fucked out expression. Her legs shook as she rolled her hips up to meet the ruthless thrust of his fingers.

"Ah-ah, Xiao, I'm close to--ah," she gasped with pleasure when he fingers hooked against the spongy part of her cunt, "to cumming."

Feeling her walls clench tightly around his fingers, he pulled then out, relishing in her desperate mewl as he rubbed his cock between her folds a few times before thrusting it inside of her.

Her fingernails clawed into his shoulders as she clung to him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder as his cock kissed the sweet spot inside her.

Xiao mindlessly pounded into her, bringing her to cum, clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. He was only sated when he spilled his cum onto her chest.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #xiao smut #xiao #needy in heat Xiao

[decolonize-the-left]

Real talk

You know it's funny, the way liberals sound saying "if you don't vote blue then you're allowing project2025 and fascism" sounds just like an abuser saying "it's not My fault I'm hurting you, you're the one who didn't wanna talk to me"

Like actually you could just vote 3rd party. That's an option. Like 63% of Americans would. Most. The majority would.

In fact!

Source

You know what this means?

It means now is the time if you've wanted a 3rd party president. Those are good polls for this early in the campaigns. 20% is a lot of votes.

For perspective: 33% would be the even divide between 3 parties.

Which means the only people in the way...are in fact Democrats. The singular people unwilling to sway from their shitty party.

The rest of us are fed up and are just waiting for an actually good candidate

"if it had votes" they say, holding the votes hostage. Not even all Democrats would have to vote 3rd party if RFK is gonna split republican votes too 👀 just the progressive Dems probably

Like nobody even WANTS Joe. People say it, social media says it, polls say it.

Why are y'all arguing if you meant it when you said "if third parties had more support, I would"

Now is objectively the best time to try risking it.

And before y'all something: Bernie started out by having events in peoples backyards.

You know who made him big? Fill stadiums?

Progressives. Leftists. Socialists.

So don't tell me that we can't do it or there's no chance of it's unrealistic when it's already been done before.

The only reason he lost is because Democrats scared voters with threats of fascism to settle for a conservative democrat. Cuz they said she had the "best" shot of fighting trump.

And you know what happened? She lost. And she wasn't even commiting an active genocide.

But you think that people will stay loyal to the party of the guy currently being referred to as Genocide Joe and Genocidin' Biden?

And Democrats (before at least) agreed on Hilary- progressives wanted Bernie but Dems wanted Hilary, you know? But even those people are now swearing they're never voting for Joe specifically, that they don't know Who to vote for but it ain't blue.

....and I see y'all still trying to push the same tactics and rhetorics expecting it to work the way it has before and no. Y'all can learn right alongside Israel that you're gonna have to step your propaganda game up for that. Cuz we aren't buying it. I'm even making this post half out of posterity to say someone called y'all out.

Wake the fuck up.

Anyone further right than Bernie Sanders does not stand a fucking chance; has no business running. This is me telling you, telling any dem listening.

Just like we meant it when we said we'd rather Not Vote than vote Hillary, I mean I'd rather not vote than vote Biden.

Please don't take this as an invitation to harass me or change my mind. You won't. You wont gaslight me into consenting to genocide. You aren't going to change a LOT of minds. People have watched that genocide play out on our phones for a month. Some of us have fundamentally changed as people and renewed our values and humanity.

And humanity is more important than comfort. Than Democrats.

And this year that won't be something we compromise.

Listen to yourselves ask us otherwise, do you hear yourself? And each time you ask, understand our resolve is stronger because it shows how little you care for human lives.

Understand that's why you'll lose the vote and election. Not because anyone split the vote by exercising their right to vote in a democracy, but because your party is undeniably supporting genocide and it disgusts us to even think about supporting that same party.

For those undecided:

Learn about Claudia de La Cruz. She supports Palestine and her party has organized events for BLM, for Palestine, against ICE, etc. They're politically active, aware, engaged, and on the ground. Most importantly, they have not ever funded or committed genocide. As far as I know they also actively challenge bigotry of all kinds meaning they also fight for women's rights, queer rights, and civil rights.

I think if we rallied behind her like we did with Bernie this would be a piece of cake for her to win. She just needs the voices of support online to get the ball rolling.

#Democrats #liberals #progressive #3rd party #Claudia De La Cruz #2024 elections #usa elections #presidential elections #voting #electoral politics #decol rants a bit

[bonefall]

in the nightcloud summary post- "They'd barely settled in before Nightstar and Crookedstar turned on them, attacking to try and drive them out AGAIN." is this a typo, or is nightpelt in charge of shadowclan during this attack?

Not a typo and also COMPLETELY canon! That is not a BB addition, that happens in the book!

Fire and Ice, chapter 30:

"Fireheart skidded to a halt, reeling at the sight that greeted him in the camp clearing. Last time he’d been here, in search of the scent trail that would lead them to the missing Clan, the place had been deserted and silent. Now the clearing swarmed with writhing, screeching, fighting cats. Onewhisker had been right—the WindClan cats were hopelessly outnumbered. A fresh party of ShadowClan and RiverClan warriors waited at the edge of the clearing, but WindClan could spare no backup group. The whole Clan was fighting, apprentices and elders, warriors and queens."

ShadowClan and RiverClan team up after Fireheart fetches them home, to try and drive WindClan out a second time. It's explicit how horrifying this is, how the battered clan is hopelessly outnumbered, and how the invaders have a backup reserve of reinforcements while WindClan is fighting tooth and nail.

He even sees a ShadowClan tom BATTERING Morningflower, a nursing queen who's trying to defend Gorsekit.

"Fireheart heard Runningwind yowl for help. The tabby warrior was grappling desperately with Nightstar, ShadowClan’s treacherous leader. Fireheart darted through the throng to Runningwind’s side. Without pausing to think, Fireheart leaped, grabbing Nightstar from behind. The black warrior howled in rage as Fireheart pulled him backward and sank his claws deep into Nightstar’s fur. He had fought side by side with this warrior only a few moons ago to help him drive out Brokenstar. Now he sank his teeth into Nightstar’s shoulder with the same ferocity he had used against the former ShadowClan leader."

I could talk about how interesting this battle is, and all of the little interactions between various warriors (my girlie Leopardfur gets another mini bossfight <3), but the bottom line is that this moment means a lot to me. I want to FRAME it in BB.

BB!Nightstar, at the end of the day, isn't principled. He is no radical. BB!Brokenstar is infamously overhauled, and the biggest part of that is that he's a reflection of Clan Culture. He's a manifested curse, which was only broken because BLUESTAR and her new philosophy are different.

If it wasn't for her and Fire Alone, the Clans were doomed to end the way that Ripplestar had seen born on the night of his death. Self-concerned and violent, blinded by their pride, ripping each other apart and letting the others fall one by one

But Nightstar just thinks Brokenstar went too far. He has no objection to honor, or the Warrior Code, you see. Stealing kits and driving Clans out of their territories is what's unacceptable. Not keeping what you already own; and certainly not the concept of violently winning land in furious battles.

He became leader because he appeals to the two "divided halves" of the Clan. Deerfoot the Rebel is too controversial for those who enjoyed Brokenstar's methods, but old, wise Nightpelt who only retired because of asthma, he's a good compromise. At first.

Power has a mind of its own. You know what Brokenstar did? He promised these cats glory. He let them fight how they please. ShadowClan HATES WindClan, they've been fighting for generations. Appealing to those cats means letting them do whatever they want, and what they want is MURDER.

So Nightstar keeps appealing to them, alienating Deerfoot and his group, causing him to appeal even harder to ShadowClan's other half. Thus, he ends up in the same position Brokenstar was in, with Downwind's blood on his hands, only this time... Runningnose holds a grudge against the little weasel who caused the death of his beloved leader, biding his time to clear the Clan of all the traitors who stood against Brokenstar.

He tried to make allies out of cats who were ALWAYS going to hate him. Power drove him towards becoming what he had previously opposed. In the end, he paid for it.

#BB!Nightstar #Better Bones AU #BB!TPB

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (24) - TORN

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence | smut

Warning: this chapter contains smit - fingering, nipple play and some Dom/Sub themes.

A/N: this is the last “happy” chapter it picks up from here leading to the final game, im so excited to have it reverse a little and have Chishiya being the one in a compromised position. It’s time for YN to shine. There’s not much plot to this chapter, but it is essential for moving the story along.

Ch. 23| Masterlist | ch.25

Chishiya had let you stay pressed against his body, only moving you both to the bed at some point, for the duration of your sleep. The sky was still dark when you woke up, head resting against Chishiya's stomach as he sat up reading a book.

“How do you read in the dark?”

He tutted, closing the book. “With my eyes.”

“Will you play with my hair?” You grumbled, still too wrapped up in the embers of sleep to fully understand your own request. You pouted at the long wait, snuggling into him further as his fingers came to brush your hair out of your face.

His movements were awkward, unfamiliar to him as his hand was stiff but still you revelled in it. Enjoying the touch, the affection you’d craved for so long. “You ask too much of me.”

That caught your attention, you snapped your head up, sliding to move away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop.” His words were firm, with a hint of dominance to them, you looked at him unmoving. “I didn’t say move, I said you ask too much of me.”

“Oh.” You chewed your lip, confused at what to do next. You figured it would be best not to push it so you settled for laying next to him rather than on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice strained.

“I- will-“ you gestured to your position on the bed, clearly you were lying down. “What do you think.”

“I didn’t tell you to move.” He says again and you slowly catch on, heat rushing to your cheeks as you shift to lay back on him, the same way you were minutes before. “You don’t listen well.”

“I never had to listen to others. Besides you aren’t exactly the most eager to explain.” You snort. “Not all of us operate on a 5 word basis.”

“Wow, you don’t listen and you talk too much.” You can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“Did you just wow me?” You laughed, unable to not think about the irony of someone like Chishiya saying wow. “Say it again.”

“You’re so annoying.” He sighs, pulling you to sit up. “Stop talking.”

“Say wow again and I will. You’re so sassy.” You joked, you saw him clench his jaw at that and for some reason, you could stop pushing. “Come on sassy pants.”

“Do you want me to lock you outside?” He deadpans, his lips in a tight line. “You’re impossible.”

“For someone so scary you sure as hell are afraid of a simpl-“ your words were cut off as he lunged forwards, lips colliding with yours. You fall backwards, the bed softening your fall. His hands instantly find your wrists, pinning them to your sides as he continues to kiss you. You try and fight back against him, not because you want him to stop but because you want control, You try to push your tongue against his, wanting to be the one to lead the kiss but your attempts are futile as he pulls back a little and bites your lip. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it. Stop talking, stop thinking.” He rasped out, and the tone of his voice made your legs go weak, You took a breath nodding.

He finally kisses you again after what feels like an eternity. This time you go plaint under his touch, happily accepting the kisses he divulges to you. Your lungs are begging for oxygen, your throat burning but you don’t push him away, much to your embarrassment you whine a little as he pulls away.

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips as he chuckles, shushing you. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You-“ your head is hazy, a feeling you’d never felt before. You probably wouldn’t voice it aloud but you enjoying Chishiya being that way, being a little controlling. “More.”

He shakes his head, sitting back on the back. “If we do more it will lead to something else.”

“Okay.” You say before really processing what he means.

He raises his eyebrows, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Stop talking before you think about things. There’s no rush.”

“But I want to.” You protest. Pushing yourself up so you’re sitting cross-legged opposite him. “Do you?”

“Not if you fight for control again.” He shrugs, something about the way he looks unbothered encourages the thrum of excitement underneath your skin.

“I won’t.” You promise, holding out your pinkie. “I swear it.”

“You and your promises. One day they are going to land you in trouble.” He tuts, you lay back, still able to see him even though he’s a little further back.

“Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to sit there?” You teased, reaching a hand out to him. “I’m getting bored.”

“Patience.” He leans down, his frame towering over you. “You’re always too doing things too fast, rushing.” Despite how harsh the words could sound they simply don’t, the smirk on his face only confirms he’s playing with you.

You can feel his breath against your lips as he lowers himself to you, within reach but still far enough that you have to lift your head to kiss him. The second your lips graze his , he pulls back a little further. “Chish-“

“I told you to stop rushing.” He chides, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What happened to your promise hm?”

“I-I am, I do promise I just want you to kiss me.” You can’t help but pout, he was being mean.

He let out a breathy laugh at that. “Close your eyes.”

You follow through instantly. You feel him move his hand over your hip, trailing the outside of your shirt before resting against your jaw. The touch disappears but you don’t panic as his lips come into contact with yours, this time you let him take the lead, kissing him back softly.

It goes on like that for a minute or so before he presses his body against you. Pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw to your shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asks, breathless.

You feel dazed as you look at him, you can just about muster a nod. “More?”

“More what?” He asks, his hand gently caressing your face. “Tell me.”

“Want more of you, with you.” You explain, your tongue feeling too heavy to move. “Now.”

He shuffles on the bed and ends up sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”

You crawl over to him, sitting beside him for a second before he pulls you into his lap, leaving you straddling him. “There, much better.” He hymns to himself.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his fingers slightly entangled in your hair. “Desperate.”

You didn’t even realise you’d begun to grind down on his thigh, you looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Is it making you feel good?” He whispers the question as he ticks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You look up at him through your lashes before nodding.

“Then don’t stop.” He shrugs, tensing his thigh underneath you.

You gasped at the light friction and found yourself being pulled back against him. This time his mouth latching onto your neck, you moaned at the suckling on the sensitive skin and you ground down, this time with a purpose. “S’ good.”

You knew he would be leaving a trail of marks along your neck but you didn’t mind, not as you felt your pussy slick up against his thigh. Before you could get too caught up Chishiya flipped you both over. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fingers..” you whined. “Want your fingers.”

“Still demanding.” He scolded, eyebrow cocked. “Is that how you ask?”

“Please?” You pouted at him, just wanting him all over you. “I want to feel you.”

“That’s good.” He smirks before pulling your shorts down, you lift yourself up from the bed just enough to allow him to slip the item off.

He brought his fingers to your mouth and without any prompting you parted your lips, letting the digits slip inside. You coat them in saliva, working your tongue around them. Chishiya watches with hooded eyes before clearing his through. “Enough.”

You instantly let your jaw go slack, his fingers trailing down your body before slipping between the folds of your pussy. You bite your lip stifling a moan.

Chishiya tuts at that. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers slide inside and this time you let out a deep moan, the sound echoing off the walls. “Fuck, faster.”

He doesn’t give you enough time to finish your sentence before thrusting his finger up, curling them around to graze over your gspot. “Such a demanding little thing but when my fingers are inside of you all you can do is whine and curse, adorable.”

“I-wa-want.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, his free slipped under your shirt, his fingers pinching at your nipples. Pleasure surrounded you, a pressure began building in your stomach. You lazily lifted your shirt over your tits, pulling your bra up with it.

Without a single word from you Chishiya began sucking on the sensitive bud. His thumb brushed over your clit and that was enough to send you tumbling over the edge into the cloud your orgasm brought you. Chishiya kept pumping his fingers into you through it, even as your moans turned into desperate whines. “Such a good girl.”

“T-Thankyou.” You stuttered.

He nodded, smiling at you. “Just take a breath, stay here, I'll get you some water.”

“But I thought you said-“You stumbled over your words, eyes wide as you watched him climb off the bed. on “You don’t want to?” Although it may have been a stupid thought you still felt sad by it, disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He shakes his head as he hovers in the doorway. “We don’t know how this world works and we don’t have condoms. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of pregnancy being achievable. I’ve got to do a grocery run later so I’ll see what I can find.”

That made sense. “Oh…okay.”

“Relax.” He chuckles, his footsteps quietening as he walks to grab some water. He returns shortly after handing you a small cup. “How do you feel?”

You felt…strange. Not sad but you wanted to be wrapped up in a blanket and , hugged. “Okay.” You lied.

He stood from the bed, walking over to the pile of clean clothes on the shelf handing you both underwear and a pair of his sweatpants. “Get dressed, I’ll read to you.”

You smiled at that, happy that he cared enough to make sure you were okay. “Thank you.”

“You lied when you said you were okay, Don’t do that again.” He’s firm and you can’t disagree.

You feel slightly disappointed with yourself that you messed up such a good moment.“Sorry.”

He huffs, grabbing your wrist. Forcing you to look at him. “What did you do wrong?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re apologising, so you’ve done something wrong. What is it?” He asked, expectantly.

You frown. “Nothing just.. I should have been honest.”

“You should have, you weren’t, next time you will be.” He doesn’t sound angry or upset and you find comfort in that.

“Okay. Next time I will.” You agree, hopefully, he will be just as honest.

The rest of the day passes quickly, Chishiya heats up a tin of soup for you to share before checking your wounds, declaring them okay, and then he sticks to his word- reading to you with you both snuggled underneath the covers.

He was touchy, much more so than usual but you didn’t comment on it, afraid that if you did it would stop. If he wasn’t rubbing your back he was playing with your hair, every now and again he would lean over and place a kiss on the back of your head. You marvelled at the touches, feeling truly safe and content for the first time since this whole thing started.

Soon enough the sun began to set and Chishiya declared he was going to go and find some groceries. You pleaded to go with him but he denied it, although your arm was getting better it wasn’t entirely there and he didn’t want to risk it.

You decided you’d spend the time making dinner, as nice as you could. You found some canned meat and vegetables in the cupboard along with a single bag of noodles. It would all do to put together a simple meal.

You got to work, boiling the water for the noodles, chopping up and frying the tinned meat and heating up the mixed vegetables.

You left it all to sit on the camping stove, wanting to keep it warm for his return.

You were just about to settle down and prepare some board games for you to enjoy after dinner when the door slammed open.

“Yn!” Chishiya pants, falling in the door, the overpacked backpack dropping with a thud.

“What- oh my god!” You scream, rushing over. You fall beside him, eyes wide at the open gash on his abdomen. “What the fuck happened!”

“I was getting food. Someone - fuck.” He hissed hands cupping the wound. “I need you to clean it up and stitch it.”

“I can’t-“Physically you can’t.

“I’ll die if you don’t. I’ll lose too much blood.” He chokes out, his breath shallow.

You took a steadying breath, you could do this. “How, what do I do.”

“Need you to” he bites his lip trying to quieten the sounds of his pain. “Get the first aid and alcohol. I’ll tell you from there.”

You scramble your way to the small cupboard bag that holds the items Chishiya listed. Your hands were trembling so you took a quick, deep breath, steadying yourself.

He had healed you countless times, now you’d do the same for him, the only difference?

You didn’t know how to save a life.

#aib netflix #murakami nijiro #nijiro murakami #alice in borderland #aib chishiya #aib #chishiya alice in borderland #kuina alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya x reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya smut #chishiya x you #arisu smut #arisu x reader #niragi smut #aib niragi #niragi x reader #kuina x reader #kuina smut #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya fanfic #chishiya x y/n #chishiya headcanons #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff #niragi fluff #arisu fluff #chishiya #niragi fanfiction

[justenjoythegossip]

CHRIS WILL BE JUST FINE…

A portion of Chris’ fandom is really mad at him for accepting to be part of a shitshow with such a problematic girl. And rightfully so. But it’s important to keep something in perspective: Chris is going to be just fine.

Stars have gotten away with much worse

I saw this article this morning about celebrities being involved in big scandals. https://www.buzzfeed.com/hannahmarder/wild-forgotten-celeb-controversies

There are many more that didn’t make the list and definitely could have. Even recently, Greta Gerwig’s partner left the mother of his unborn child to be with her. It’s awards season so of course, it has been buried. Same situation with Claire Danes’ sordid affair with Billy Crudup a long time ago. 

So many of these Hollywood folks are problematic and have gotten away with it and continue to get away with it. 

Their behavior range from the problematic to the horrific and criminal. 

Casey Affleck allegedly assaulted a woman sexually and settled his case out of court. He won an Oscar for Manchester by the sea anyway. If people are curious, look at how Brie Larson handed his awards. She knew!

According to Rose McGowan, his brother Ben Affleck would have told her after she had confessed to him that Weinstein (let's not even discuss him) raped her: “I told him to stop doing that”.  

Allegedly a former girlfriend of Fassbender pressed charges against him after he violently assaulted her. And I could go on and on. 

Many have done much worse than being in a PR relationship with someone problematic and have gotten away with it. So in the grand scheme of things, Chris will be just fine. His “relationship” with Abba will be buried and soon it will be a forgotten memory, only remembered by a small portion of his fandom. 

Chris’ darker side

Chris’ history is rather tame compared to all those super problematic people and or criminals that are still on the loose. 

But yes, he has made mistakes in the past like everyone else and he has done his fair share of problematic stuff as well. In his younger days, there were rumors of fights and being thrown out of bars. There has been rumors of drug use. There was that messy affair with a married costar during the shooting of Gifted. Also let’s not forget the more recent papwalk in London with Lily James during Covid Lockdown to clean her sniffing cocaine in the park. The pairing of Captain America and Cinderella was a good idea on paper but the execution was atrocious and tactless. It was already a sign of his team’s gross incompetence and miscalculation. There was also the leak of the screenshot of his phone. The d..k pic was all people talked about but some of the other pictures were even more problematic, not as embarrassing of course but more problematic.

Also Chris’ friends and family and Chris himself have trolled his fandom for years. A day before he left for Portugal at the beginning of this shitshow, he tweeted a pic of himself and wrote something like: “I love my fans and Dodger loves you too”. He then hopped on a plane and purposefully filmed a video for that teacher from his hotel room in Lisbon so that his fans (plants?) could place him there. And surprise surprise, there was some backlash on certain platforms and just afterwards he or his team tweeted a picture of him with a bald kid with cancer. It was actually the low point for me. Much worse than anything he did with Abba. I think the picture was 2 years old and I know celebrities use charities to make themselves look good all the time. But using the pic of a sick child for damaged control was as low as you can get. I am not sure he promoted Christopher’s Haven ever since. 

And of course, there are still the ongoing shenanigans with the Nazi sympathizing yacht girl…

But like Chris said in an interview the past year, the industry makes you do things you don’t want to do. Hollywood is indeed a snake pit where they sometimes force you to compromise yourself and play certain games if you want to be successful. That is part of the price to pay.  

He needed a change in his PR image

Chris was at a good place in his career after Endgame. Knives Out was a huge hit and Defending Jacob got good reviews. He seemed to have diversified but Covid happened and derailed a lot of stuff. Little shop of Horrors was canceled. He didn’t have Marvel to fall back on and he seemed to be at a crossroads career wise and PR-wise. He couldn’t remain the perfect internet boyfriend and play Prince charming waiting for the one forever. He had to evolve into more adults parts as well: husbands, fathers etc. 

This is probably why his team came up with this PR relationship and those kinda of weddings. Again it was a good idea on paper because it enabled them to change his image in a natural and organic way. But the execution was again as disastrous as it gets. Abba was not a good fit for him and she was not a good choice especially if they wanted to rebrand him as a family man. 

The question remains whether she is the only one who agreed to this charade. Indeed the contract’s terms seem rather drastic. She has never been able to even post anything about him (just his dog) or about marrying him. She has mostly hid for the past years and just popped up for PR events or reasons. And given the GQ event, it's likely she is not even allowed to speak in public. Remember the articles saying she was rude and refused to talk to the media. Who would agree to this kind of contract but a desperate clout chaser with little prospect? 

An artist’s career is full of ups and downs. Hopefully, once this is over, Chris will get opportunities to expand on his body of work with more diverse roles. I think Pain Hustlers was supposed to do that for him but even if he was rather good in it, the movie wasn’t. I do think he has the acting chops to do it. Whether or not he will get such opportunities is another question… I am not sure this shitshow would have helped him at all in that regard but time will tell.

[pininghermit]

A persistent Shadow (Part 2)

Pairing: Alucard x Werewolf reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to be one of them. Humans. Adrian had seen it. How you would mellow your voice, how you would smile at little kids running alleys. You were kind despite whatever the world condemned you to...you did not let it bargain your soul.

AN: Finally a part 2...can't believe we made it. Let's go people. ADHD-0, Hermit- 1. Just ignore the plot holes (live and let live).

Please read Part 1 first (do it or else I'll come for you)

Warning: Graphic violence, blood gore. Seriously don't read if you get queasy easily.

He finds you again. It isn't hard to find you. Not when he knows you so well. It's you but something amiss.

Your eyes do not greet him with recognition. You do not smile bashfully at his sight as you have always done. No...it's all wrong. All messed up.

You are there in the middle of an arena, your pupils have contracted into slits as they always do during your transformation. Your growls fill the area. You're so agitated. Even the sound of bones adjusting to the transformation is yet to settle.

He almost steps forward but then he see it. A muzzle. Your sharp fangs bite against a muzzle. Your arms struggle against the chains that bind you to ground.

Adrian's feet do not stop after that. His eyes do not leave you for a second. Who had dare to put you here...in such a vulnerable form. He speeds past the gathered audience. He needs to take you away. Maybe the forest nearby or anywhere remote where you can change back.

You would not want this. You would not want anyone to witness this. Your monstrous form is not for anyone to see. He had never wanted this. He had not expect all this to play out in this manner.

You wanted to be one of them. Humans. Adrian had seen it. How you would mellow your voice, how you would smile at little kids running alleys. You were kind despite whatever the world condemned you to...you did not let it bargain your soul.

He knew better than anyone in the hundreds flogging the audience. His Y/n would not consent to this. How much it would hurt you. Way beyond the physical hurt the humans had carved onto your body.

He had exposed your truth to the village head because he wanted you back. He had wanted you to come back to his side. He had not expect this...

"Cease!" A pair of arms envelop Adrian's shoulders, their grip unyielding, pulling him back from the precipice. "Release me," he contends, muscles taut as he wrestles with the guards who detain him. His fingers brush against the cold metal of the gate, the barrier that cleaves the arena from the tiers of onlookers.

Adrian's struggle against the guards intensifies, his determination fueling a surge of raw energy. Sinews flex beneath his skin as he strains against their grip, his heart pounding with an urgency that matches the fervor in his eyes. "Let me through!" he demands, voice edged with desperation and a determination that brooks no compromise.

"Who dares to interrupt the spectacle of His Highness, the Second Prince?" Another voice reaches Adrian's ears. A young man dressed in the finery of royalty. The man's flowing hair lay braided intricately. Jewels, delicate silk, and authority. He was someone of power. If not the second prince himself.

Adrian does not waste another second. He kneels. His pride, his arrogance does not matter. "I beseech you, release her," bows his head. "Please let her leave. She's injured. Allow me to take her away. I beg you." Adrian joins his hands in a plea.

The man in front of him was the only hope. He could save your soul or whatever was left of it. "Pfft," steps enter Adrian's downtrodden vision. "She is a present to the kingdom. You could kill every single guard in this arena and she would still fight," Cold fingers tip Adrian's head up. With a sinister smile the man inches close to him. "We would much rather have you watch. More fun for my master," turning to the guards the man speaks, "Take him to the prince's pedestal. Let him watch everything unfold and let us watch him."

Adrian tries to shrug off the hands that try to bind him. "Summon as many guards as needed," he hears the snake-like man sneer, his voice a sinister echo. A sharp pang blooms from Adrian's shoulder, a needle piercing his skin, and then, a swift descent into numbness. His body feels foreign, limbs unresponsive, consciousness dimmed. Words evade him.

"That would keep you quiet big boy," the man pats his shoulder as guards drag him. It is away. Away from you. They drag him where the royalty entertain themselves with his spectacle.

From the fine seat next to fading faces Adrian watches you. Your wrists are bleeding with the manacles that dig into them. He tracks the blooming bruises spread all over your body. Your arms are full of burns. Skin charred blistering and infected. But you don't seem to notice them. Instead all your body seems to be taut with tension.

As tension mounts the arena, Adrian seems him. Your opponent enter the arena. Dressed in gleaming armor, holding a mighty sword he is welcomed with audience's cheers.

No one unbinds you. It is unfair in every way possible. Without a weapon, without your bodily autonomy you are made to fight a battle you did not want.

The knight's long sword hits your shoulder, it's tip forcing its way into your skin tearing away the tissue that builds faster with you healing, blood flows like a river but you don't even wince as you turn around to pounce at the knight who pushes you into the ground. His pointed metal-edged shoes dig into your abdomen. You cave in. For the first time Adrian see it. Pain.

It is a flickering sight before you pick yourself back again. Against every blow you get up. Equally fierce. And then it snaps. Against the metal confines of your muzzle your teeth find their freedom.

It all happens in slow motion. A feral roar rends the air as you lunge forward, your jaw clamp around chainmail, piercing flesh, crimson mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Digging deep into the skin. This time the blood is not yours. Chaos unleashes itself.

Men enter the arena, pushing you back. Your teeth cling to the knight's leg. Even as a group pushes you away from the withering man, all present can't help but notice the chunk of skin in your mouth. A piece of the knight's flesh dangles from your jaw.

Adrian sits there watching as binds are placed on you again. This time tighter. The royal figure by the prince's side descends to the arena, bearing needles with a casual detachment that betrays their malevolent intent. They prick your neck, an act of violence disguised as a clinical procedure. Blood flows anew, your body convulsing in response to the invasion.

Drawing more blood. Adrian's heart betrays his motionless body. You fall limp. "Now you all shall see how monsters such as this should be punished. How these evil deserve to be dealt with. These creatures that dare kill our men and destroy our world," Words from the man seem to ignite cheering in the crowd.

As you wither under the gaze of the bloodthirsty throng, the cheers cascade into a deafening crescendo. Your body is ensnared in a ceaseless tug-of-war between your dual natures, trapped in a cycle of transformation that remains uncompleted. Your bones shift indecisively.

The growls that once reverberated through the arena now dwindle, swallowed by the mounting chaos. In their place, a horrid whine pierces the air, a gut-wrenching sound. They continue kicking your form. Even with the pain they have already unleashed upon you.

Your eyes loose focus neither human nor the beast the world deems you to be. They land on Adrian separated by few paces. They seem so empty. So different from anything and everything he knows them to be. Your lips move without a noise but he hear it in the loud crowd, Adrian hears it louder than ever "pleas-" you whisper.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #ohoho pain #angst #werewolf reader #unedited

[whisperofsong]

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: Bob is willing to rearrange plans when you fall ill on your birthday.

Note: I was inspired to write this piece because today is my birthday and I’m sick.  As my mom told me, we all have our own methods for providing ourselves with comfort and writing about beloved Bob does just that for me💛  Thank you for supporting my writing!

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When your eyes flutter open on the day of your birthday, you instantly recognize that something is wrong.  Your throat feels tight and when you fetch a glass of water in an attempt to soothe it, it’s akin to swallowing shards of glass.  You wince and your shoulders slump because this can only mean one thing: you’re sick.  On your birthday.  

Fortunately, you had taken the day off from work ahead of time, so you don’t have to worry about that. Nevertheless, you’re disappointed because today is supposed to be a jubilant one; one that entails relaxation and celebration.  Not a day that includes being confined to your bed and feeling miserable.  As you return to your bedroom, you notice a folded note sitting on your nightstand.  It reads, Happy Birthday, Y/N.  I wish I could stay at home with you, but I guess I’ll have to settle for spending this evening with you.  I love you and can’t wait to celebrate the special woman you are.  Love, Bob.

You release a defeated sigh because although it’s your day, Bob is even more excited about it than you.  He’s been discussing it for months, hinting at several surprises, but never giving away too much despite your frequent pestering for information.  Now the day is ruined and the irony of it all is that you’re the one who ruined your own birthday.  

After forcing some food into your system, you get dressed and drive to urgent care.  While it’s only fifteen minutes away, the drive feels endless as achiness settles into your legs.  An hour later, you leave the facility with a positive result for strep throat and a prescription for potent antibiotics.  The line at the pharmacy is lengthy, so you couldn’t be more relieved when it’s finally your turn and your prescription is filled within ten minutes.

Once you arrive home and have taken your first dose of the antibiotics, you consider texting Bob, but decide against it.  Bob is a devoted and doting boyfriend, always seeking ways to console, encourage, and support you.  However, news like this will likely consume him for the remainder of the day, meaning that it could serve as a major distraction at work.  The last thing you want is for Bob’s focus to be compromised, resulting in a trip to the emergency room.  Instead, you decide to nestle under your plush comforter and close your eyes for a little while.

When you wake up, your eyes widen at the realization that you slept for almost four hours. You likely would have slept longer if it weren’t for your clammy skin and the persistent achiness in your lower half. You rifle through the tiny closet in your bathroom until you locate the thermometer, which reveals you have a fever of 101.6.  Yikes. You take some medicine, hoping that it will reduce your fever before Bob returns because you don’t want him to see you in this state.  You look and feel awful.

You try to pass the time by scrolling on various social media apps on your phone and reading a couple of magazines, but your body betrays you as your eyes grow heavy. While you try to fight it, determined to stay awake, you eventually lose the battle and succumb to slumber.  You dream of dinner with Bob, holding hands as you each enjoy a glass of wine, laughing about things only the two of you would understand.  Visions of you two stealing kisses in his truck, his arm securely wrapped around your shoulder while you slightly tug on the hair at his nape, dance in your mind. The dream is perfect and feels so real that you’re somewhat startled when you’re awoken by the closing of the front door.

“Where’s the birthday girl?”  Bob’s exuberant voice echoes through the house and your heart aches at the sound of it. You want to respond, but are incapable of projecting your voice and don’t want to strain it.

“Y/N?” Bob calls once more before you hear the thumping of his feet on the carpeted stairs as he makes his way to your shared bedroom.  His smile immediately falls upon seeing you in bed, looking ashen and depleted.

“What’s wrong?” He approaches you and positions himself on the edge of the bed, laying his hand atop yours that is hidden by the comforter.

You hoist yourself up and wince at how much effort it takes to do so.  The concern reflected in his eyes only increases, thereby causing you to feel worse.  “I didn’t feel well when I woke up this morning, so I went to urgent care and found out I have strep throat.  I picked up the medicine for it, but don’t feel a difference yet.  I also have a fever.”

“Oh, baby.  I’m so sorry.”  Bob sits forward and gingerly cups your cheek in his warm, wide palm.  “What do you need?  A drink?  A cool washcloth to bring your temperature down?  I can make you soup if you’re hun-“

Your sudden flow of tears interrupts Bob’s endearing rambling.  “Baby, why you are crying?” he asks in a voice laced with genuine concern.

You shake your head, your melancholia constricting your throat, making it challenging to speak. You turn your head because you’re embarrassed to be this emotional, especially when he’s being so kind.  However, Bob will have none of it.  You feel his fingertips upon your chin as he says, “Please look at me, Y/N.  You can tell me anything.”  When you finally look at him, you’re met with reassuring eyes, eyes that want what’s best for you.

“I feel so badly, Bob. We’ve both been looking forward to this for months and-“  Snot trickles from your nose, but before you can get a tissue, Bob is ahead of you as he returns with the entire box and holds one out for you with an understanding smile.  You give him an appreciative one and blow your nose before continuing.  “You’ve been especially enthusiastic about celebrating this birthday with me as it’s our first time celebrating as boyfriend and girlfriend and I can’t help but feel…”  You momentarily drift off, reluctant to say the last part aloud.

“Can’t help but feel what?” he prompts.

A sigh escapes you and although you’re tempted to avoid making eye contact with him, you force yourself to meet his gaze.  “I can’t help but feel that I ruined it.  I ruined my own birthday.  I ruined our first opportunity to celebrate it as a couple.  Worst of all, I ruined it for you.”  You sniffle a few times and wipe away the stray tears that begin to travel down your face.

Bob gently takes both of your hands in his own.  “First of all, you haven’t ruined anything.  It’s not your fault you’re sick.  Second of all, today isn’t about me.  Yes, I had some things planned, but plans are bound to change.  That’s part of life.  All this means is that I get to celebrate my best girl another time, on a day that she’s feeling up for it.”

“You’re not…upset with me?”

“Gosh no,” he exhales. “I’m upset for you because you deserve a day that reminds you of the beautiful, intelligent, loving, and special woman that you are to me and so many others that are privileged to be in your life.”

You squeeze his hands and he returns the gesture while his eyes are fixated on you.  “Now, how about some chicken noodle soup?”

“Yes, please,” you reply in a grateful voice.  He presses a lingering kiss on your warm forehead.  “Coming right up,” he answers.

A half hour later, Bob is carrying a tray into your bedroom, the steam from the bowl on it permeating the air.  It also contains a tall glass of water with a bendy straw.  He must notice you eyeing it because he explains, “I figured it may be easier to sip with a straw.”  He carefully places the tray on top of you and folds the napkin on your lap.

“Wait…is this homemade chicken noodle soup?” you ask.

“It is.  You can have the canned stuff any other day of the year, but your birthday calls for something more festive.”

“Thank you, Bob. You’re so thoughtful,” you tell him as you caress his cheek, adoringly staring at the man who owns a significant piece of your heart.

“Anything for my girl.”  He scoops some of the soup with a spoon and feeds you.  You would normally protest such a thing, but realize that while Bob is doing this to comfort you, it also comforts him to know that he’s able to take care of you in a small way.  Therefore, you refuse to deny him of such a thing.  The soup soothes your throat and tastes just as wonderful as it did the last time Bob made it for the two of you.  

Once you finish your soup and Bob takes everything downstairs, he climbs into bed beside you and pulls you to his chest.  He buries his face into your neck and peppers it with slow, tender kisses that cause your entire body to relax while ensconced in his arms.  You turn your head and whisper, “You’re so good to me, Bob.”

“How can I not be?” he asks.  “You’re so good to me.”  He begins to lean down to kiss you on the lips, but you rest your palm on his chest to prevent him from going further.  

“What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself sick.”

“And deprive myself of kissing you?  I’ll gladly take the risk, Y/N.”

Despite being ill, his lips on yours feel right.  If someone had told you weeks ago that this is how you would be spending your anticipated birthday, you would have been forlorn.  However, as you bask in the safety and happiness of your boyfriend’s arms, disappointment is a foreign feeling because you can’t imagine a love greater than this.

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#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun: maverick #top gun fanfiction

[chronicowboy]

i find you in everything (but its here you find yourself) | 3k

Connor comes over to talk things through with Kameron the next day, and Buck makes himself scarce. Figures they'll appreciate the privacy, and he can escape an awkward situation. And its not like he was just planning on hanging around the loft all day.

Christopher had sent him a SOS that morning stating that he hoped his dad was better at taking things apart at work than he was at trying to build things at home. And the request for back-up had come through whilst Buck was still laughing to himself.

So, when Connor comes knocking on the door looking a bit like a dog with its tail between its legs, Buck grabs his stuff and heads on over to supervise construction of Christopher's vision.

Its later, much later, after a text from Kameron saying they've talked things through and she's going home, after many teasing jibes that Eddie had taken like a pro, after a few minor squabbles about compromises in the design, Buck finds himself settling onto the couch with a sigh.

Eddie holds a beer out to him, and Buck reaches for it just as Eddie snatches it away.

"Hey!" he yelps.

"Sorry." Eddie grins, looks anything but sorry. "Had to make sure you weren't gonna fall asleep on me."

"One time," Buck grumbles as he successfully manages to grab his beer. He twists the cap off and takes three big gulps before closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the back of the couch. "God, how is a middle school project so tiring? What happened to the good old days of popsicle sticks?"

"I mean..." Eddie raises his eyebrows. "I think technically it could be a popsicle stick project. Our foreman just decided that he wanted something more up to code."

"And up to code it is. We did a damn good job." Buck turns to Eddie with a grin and holds his bottle out for a cheers. Eddie raises his own, but Buck just shakes his head. "Oh, you thought I meant you? How cute." He tries to ignore the way Eddie's cheeks flush a light pink, but its an entrancing sight. "I meant, Christopher and me."

"I helped!" Eddie objects, voice squeaky. "I bought all your materials."

"With Bobby's help," Buck points out, tries not to let any of the hurt that he hadn't been asked seep into the words. Its just. Buck worked construction. Bobby destroyed his own fireplace. Whatever.

"Well, you were busy," Eddie murmurs like he can read Buck's mind, like he hadn't meant for Buck to hear.

"Eddie." Buck frowns at the tight clench of Eddie's jaw. He watches as the tensions melts out of Eddie's expression, watches as Eddie turns to him with curious eyes and an open posture.

"How are things with Natalia?" Eddie grins teasingly, but there's something twisted to it that makes Buck's stomach itch in his abdomen.

"Uh, I don't really know." Buck grimaces down at his beer. "Last night, Taylor was on the news," here Buck has to pause to give Eddie time to roll his eyes, "promoting her book."

"She's written a book?" Eddie deadpans, then sniffs haughtily. "Didn't know she could read."

"Wow." Buck huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "Yeah, so after the Lucy thing and then Taylor kind of mentioned me, I think?"

"Christ," Eddie mutters, "will we never be free of her?" Buck snorts.

"Anyway, then I kind of had to give Natalia a rundown of my past, you know?"

"Why?" Eddie frowns.

"Well, because." Buck blinks. "Uh, I guess I didn't? But I offered it, so..."

"Okay..." Eddie shoots him a strange look, one of his harder to decipher looks that Buck never knows how to read. "And she was okay with it all?"

"Yeah, she was." Buck knocks back another swig of his beer. "Until Kameron walked in."

"Oh." Eddie shifts in his seat. "She's nearly due, right?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks or so, I don't really know." Buck picks at the label on the bottle. "Her and Connor had been fighting, she needed a place to crash and someone to vent to and I was closest."

"And Natalia, what? Just left?"

"I mean, she told me to take care of myself first. But, yeah," Buck takes another sig of beer, "she left."

"Sorry, man, I know you liked her." Eddie drops a hand on his shoulder, and Buck forgets who her is for a moment. "Guess where most people are scared of death, a death doula is scared of life."

"Wow, that's actually pretty poignant," Buck says. "Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie just rolls his eyes.

"Its weird, though," he says suddenly, dropping his arm from Buck's shoulder to the back of the couch. Buck shudders at the loss.

"What's weird?" he asks instead of examining that feeling too closely.

"Her being scared off by a donor baby." Eddie frowns over at him. "Chris didn't freak her out?"

Buck feels like he's trapped in the moment of free fall before your line catches you.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, your full disclosure speech must have included Chris," Eddie says simply like that was never up for discussion. "Because, let's face it, she might not have said it, but Taylor definitely had a problem with how much time you spent with us. So, it only makes sense that you'd tell Natalia and get ahead of that." Eddie stops, tilts his head to the side. "Unless I'm wrong?"

"I, um." Buck scrubs a hand over his jaw, frowns at the spot of epoxy on the carpet, feels suddenly, dreadfully guilty for reasons unknown. "It was mainly romantic partners."

"Oh." Eddie nods, takes a sip of beer. "Well, probably a good thing then. Chris definitely would have freaked her out more than an unborn baby."

"W-why would C-Chris have freaked her out?" Buck asks, inexplicably feeling like he's about to open Pandora's Box.

Eddie looks over at him, his eyebrows twitching into a frown in that way that means he's figuring something out.

"Well." Eddie sets his beer down on the coffee table and turns to face Buck, his knee knocking into Buck's thigh like a bolt of lightning. "You're a donor for the baby, you're not gonna be anything more than dad's friend to them, right?"

"Right," Buck says carefully, irrationally terrified of whatever comes next when Eddie's face smooths into a proud smile for a moment.

"But, you know, Chris is..." Eddie exhales an exaggerated breath and shakes his head. "You're in Chris' life, you know?"

"What, um." Buck sets his bottle down too, hands trembling as he does so. "What do you mean?"

"Buck," Eddie says, endlessly gentle. "What do you think Christopher is to you?"

"My best friend," Buck answers without hesitation. It feels like the right answer when Eddie's face cracks into a smile so fond that Eddie has to duck his head to hide the breadth of it.

"That it?" Eddie prompts, still so so soft.

"I-is there anything else?" Buck asks breathlessly. "Besides. I mean, apart from, you know, the whole legal guardian thing. But that's not really. You know, that's a break glass in case of emergencies kind of thing."

"Jesus Christ, Buck." Eddie grimaces like Buck landed a physical blow. "Is that what you really think?"

"I..." Buck glances at the hallway that leads to Christopher's room. "Yes?"

"God, I knew you didn't get it." Eddie shakes his head at himself. "I knew you didn't understand, but I was so tried and everything hurt and it seemed too weird to bring up after the fact. But I knew you didn't understand what I was trying to tell you."

"What were you trying to tell me?" Buck breathes, both desperate for and terrified of the answer.

"That you're his dad," Eddie rasps.

Buck is infinitely glad that he'd had the foresight to set his beer down earlier because there's no way he wouldn't have spilled it all over the couch at those words, at the raw emotion in Eddie's voice as he said them.

"Evan, you've been helping me raise him for years," Eddie whispers. "You've been in his life longer than his mother. You bake cookies for his class and abandon pregnant women at your apartment to help him with his homework and you make him lasagne and take him to the zoo. He runs to you when he's mad at me, he talks to you about things he doesn't feel comfortable talking to me about, he asks for you when he's sick, and he still hugs you even though he dodges mine half the time." Eddie's hand is back on his shoulder, an anchor in the stormy ocean trying to whisk him away. "You're his dad."

"No." Buck shakes his head frantically. "No, E-Eddie, I didn't mean to... I'd never. You know I think you're the best dad-"

"Buck, relax," Eddie laughs gently. "I know you aren't trying to replace me. We're... Co-dads."

A million moments flash through Buck's head, each one slotting something inside of his chest back into place like all he'd ever needed was to hear those words. It feels like salvation and healing and victory and the greatest gift in the whole world. It feels like everything Buck has ever wanted.

"Co-dads," Buck murmurs to himself, vision of Eddie blurring through the tears. "I like that."

"Yeah?" Eddie huffs. "Me too."

They sit in their heavy silence then, neither of them reaching for their beers or making any move to dispel the magnitude of the moment. Buck picks at a loose thread on his sweats.

"When we, um, took Chris to Santa's village," Buck starts, suddenly shy at Eddie's attention. "Your first year here. The elf that brought him over. She, well, she told me that we have an adorable son."

"We do," Eddie says proudly, reaching for his beer. Buck almost cracks right down the middle at the easy confirmation.

"I just said thank you," Buck carries on. "Didn't correct her or anything. It just. It felt so good, you know? A stranger thinking I could have anything to do with Chris."

"You have everything to do with him," Eddie says, words full of conviction. "Do you know how many people at his school knew you were his dad before you?" Buck whips around to face him head on. "Chris has been telling people he has two dads for years now." Buck free falls once again, but there's no harness to catch him this time, he just falls and falls and falls. "At first, he said it was easier than explaining who you actually were to him. But then he started realising that that's exactly who you are to him. A second dad."

"God," Buck chokes out, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Thank you." He lifts his head from where he'd buried it in his hands to look at Eddie. "Thank you for letting me be a part of his life."

"Thank you for being a part of his life," Eddie retorts.

Buck takes a moment to look at him then. At this new and improved Eddie Diaz who lets himself feel and lets other people see him feel. And Buck sees all, sees everything written there on Eddie's face plain as day. He sees gratitude and happiness, fondness and intimacy, amusement and care, and such overwhelming love that Buck feels a little like he's back on top of that ladder just waiting for something to happen.

And then he remembers Eddie's bashful face when he'd mentioned Marisol after getting back from the hardware store. He sobers instantly, locking down the terrifying thoughts that had begun to scrabble out of the darkest depths of his chest.

"What happens when you find someone?" he finds himself asking. He chances a look at Eddie, hopes its not too obvious that he hadn't meant to ask that. Eddie only frowns at him.

"What do you mean?"

"When you meet someone you like, and you settle down with her and introduce her to Chris." Buck swallows a mouthful of beer, but it feels like swallowing a hundred thumb tacks. "What happens then?"

"I'm not following," Eddie shakes his head.

"Eddie, you'll meet someone one day and where does that leave me?" He turns to face Eddie, their knees knocking together. "Chris will get a step-mom, and I'm... What? Relegated to uncle?"

"Buck, that's not how this works."

"Isn't it?"

"No!" Eddie insists, voice low but no less forceful. "You have your full disclosure speech, I have mine." Eddie bites at the inside of his cheek. "You're always going to be Christopher's dad."

"But, Eddie." Buck sighs, scrubs a hand down his face. "I don't want to do the shared custody thing. I don't want to pass him between us on alternate weekends."

"Why are you acting like I'd just push you out of my life? You're still my best friend."

"Eddie, I don't want to third wheel you and your wife just to spend time with my..." Buck bites back the son fighting to fall off his tongue. It feels like too much, like it'll reveal everything Buck's kept hidden so well that he doesn't know the true extent of it himself.

"What do you want, Buck?" Eddie breathes, determined as he leans forward on a hand planted on the couch cushion between them. "What do you want?"

"This," Buck whispers. "Us, Chris. Just the three of us."

And, fuck, know that he's said it out loud it hits him fully. The force and depth of his desire. Every unnamed feeling that had lingered in his chest cavity over the past four years comes crawling out from between his ribs, crowing a cacophonous chorus of want, want, want. Every gnawing ache in his stomach for something he'd never been able to name suddenly cries out desperately for the man in front of him and the kid asleep down the hall. Every part of him shifts and settles like a plume of dust thrown up on a sheet, falling back down to where it had been before. And Buck realises then that he's been in love with Eddie the whole damn time.

"How do you want us?" Eddie rasps, eyes dropping just for a second. But its long enough. Long enough for Buck to read Eddie like a book from cover to cover and realise that maybe Eddie's been waiting for him this whole time.

"Forever," Buck murmurs as he closes the distance between them.

Eddie meets him in the middle with a hand on his jaw, and Buck drops his own palm to Eddie's thigh now that he knows what he'd been longing for every time he'd stared at Eddie for a moment too long.

Its not a fast thing. Its as slow as the rest of them, as slow as the years they'd spent building the foundation of a house neither of them had any idea they were making. Its slow as Eddie nudges their noses together and drags the point of his down the side of Buck's from eye socket to nostril. Its slow as Buck drops a whisper of a kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth. And its slow as they finally come together completely.

Eddie is endlessly gentle with him, so much so that Buck feels a little like he's going to shake apart in his hands. But Eddie just slides his hand around into Buck's hair and opens his mouth into the kiss. A pained noise escapes Buck's lungs, and Eddie breathes it in like its what he needs to survive. Their tongues brush for just the smallest of moments before Eddie is pulling away with a heaving chest and dark eyes.

"Forever?" Eddie pants, flushed face full of hope.

"As long as you'll have me," Buck confirms, still transfixed by the slight swell of Eddie's lips.

"Forever then." Eddie nods and reels him back in with the hand still on his neck. Buck goes willingly.

Their next kiss isn't as slow, but its just as achingly tender as Eddie opens him up and invades his senses quite completely. Buck can only fist his hands in the back of Eddie's Henley and hold on for dear life as Eddie takes him apart with an incredibly skilled mouth. When Eddie pulls back to drag in a lungful of air, Buck dives after him and licks into the velvety heat of Eddie's mouth like its all he's been dreaming of for four years. And quiet, collected Eddie Diaz whimpers into the kiss like he's being consumed. It feels like success, Buck thinks.

Eddie pushes him away with a hand to his chest. Buck backs off just far enough that he can still feel the puff of Eddie's breath on his face. His eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the sight of a kiss-rumpled Eddie Diaz with his eyes still squeezed shut like he's trying to remember every single detail of this moment. Buck looks down at the hand on his pec which still hasn't moved, smiles down at it when he realises that Eddie isn't planning on moving any time soon. When he drags his gaze back up to Eddie's face, he finds bright red cheeks and a shameless, grinning shrug.

Before either of them can say anything, the sound of footsteps has them catapulting back to their respective corners of the couch. Buck turns just as Chris rounds the corner, and his face breaks into a grin at the sight of his kid.

"Hey, bud, what are you doing up?" he asks as Chris makes his way towards them.

"Can't sleep." Chris shrugs and falls onto the couch between them. "Can we watch something?"

"Not sure how that will help you sleep," Eddie mumbles in his dad voice. Chris just rolls his eyes and turns to Buck.

"Just one episode of something. It can even be a documentary."

"Hm, documentaries are educational." Buck glances at Eddie for guidance, finds nothing but trust in his eyes. "One episode and then straight back to bed. And no complaining in the morning."

"Fine," Chris groans but he settles back into the space between them with a wiggle as Eddie tosses the remote to Buck.

Buck focuses intently on the selection of documentaries on the screen, all too aware of Eddie's eyes burning into the side of his head. He picks the first one on the list, something about archaeology that Buck knows is just boring enough to lull Christopher sleep.

As the theme music starts up, Buck settles back into his place on the couch, flinching a little when his head lands on Eddie's arm stretched out across the back. Eddie just shoots him a soft smile before returning his attention to the TV. But Christopher squints up at him, then up at his dad, then back at Buck, back at Eddie. Buck holds his breath as Chris pauses and his face clears into the tiniest of smiles. Chris leans into his side and Buck shuffles closer immediately. Eddie turns to watch this, eyes so soft, before squashing himself into their little huddle too.

In the morning, when they all wake up with cricks in their necks and stiff backs, still curled around each other on the couch, nobody complains.

#sami rambles #this sucks so bad but i need to revise for my exams so take it #i had such a clear vision of this fic but i just couldn't get it to work #it still came out better than i expected it tho #911 spoilers #911 show #evan buckley #911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #christopher diaz #911 spec #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family fic #episode coda #buck and christopher #buck x eddie fic

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Yuletide and Mulled Wine Fest

Yuletide and Mulled Wine Fest 2023:

Mutual, I'm Sure by LadyUrsa - E, WIP - If Draco Malfoy could have one wish in his life, it would be to not be a Veela. Wait, no. It would be to not have Hermione Granger be his mate. Fuck, at this point he would settle for Hermione Granger just being aware of the painfully obvious fact that she was his mate. But only as long as it resulted in monogamous bliss. And getting a cat. ** Two meddlesome best friends, two idiots who are bad at feelings, and a snow-filled Christmas reunion in Vermont. The only thing this White Christmas is missing are some musical numbers.

Seven Days in December by AutumnWeen - T, 4 chapters - A binding link, a friendship that blossomed from pain, and the magic of Christmas during seven days in December that will finally make them accept they can’t escape the other.

A Perfectly Normal Christmas by Kayka - T, one-shot - Hermione should have realized Christmas was doomed when the mistletoe spontaneously caught fire. This was all somehow Draco Malfoy's fault, and now she can't seem to stop running into him everywhere.

Four Christmases by vannminner - M, WIP - You can't spell families without lies - and the Granger / Malfoy duo had been spinning quite a few of those. As fate would have it, however, they're forced to unveil the truth to everyone in a series of four Christmases.

Stardust and Gentle Love by SybilEvergreen - T, 12 chapters - "Mr. Malfoy hasn't returned yet?" "No, not yet unfortunately. He sent me a message two days ago, stating that his mission had been extended. He's unsure if he'll make it back for Christmas." "You have to believe in a Christmas miracle, Miss."

The Christmas Party by arielle_reads - M, one-shot - Robards hosts a Christmas party for the Ministry but his gift-giving plan goes awry when everything gets swapped. Firewhiskey shots are introduced and Draco worries someone else will get the present he chose for Hermione.

Magical Merry Mistletoe by greyditto - T, one-shot - What happens when pureblood tradition, a Yule party, and a Secret Santa gift exchange all take place in the same event? Naturally, Draco's nearest and dearest conspire to get him what he always wanted...

Icy Truce, Warm Hearts by Serpent_Sortia - E, one-shot - The war has been raging for years but things are starting to go the Order's way thanks to the information provided by a spy high amongst Voldemort's ranks. Hermione is called out to meet the mysterious informant on a snowy Christmas Eve so he can deliver important news... until their meeting spot is compromised.

Krampussy by MidnightLumos - E, one-shot - Nothing brightens the spirits like a little holiday transfiguration. Just fun, giddy smut. “Krampus?” He nuzzled Hermione’s neck. “Are you going to eat me or take me to hell?” “The first one,” she stuttered. Malfoy made a choking sound of surprise, then pulled her forward on his lap until she was flush against his hardening bulk. “Goat demons, huh?” she said judgmentally, giving a meaningful thrust against him.

A Solstice Yarn by AStateOfInelegance - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is at the Granger family Ugly Jumper Party which is terrifying to Hermione for a number of reasons - not least of which is meeting her parents, hearing her childhood stories, and doing atrocious things to her heart. *** When she opened the door, she was smiling and when she saw the familiar mop of brown curls and bright grin, she couldn’t help but smile wider. Theo Nott had that effect on everyone. But when she saw the equally recognisable, though much less welcome, sleek platinum hair, her smile disappeared. He was not grinning. He looked like a man standing on a gallows, watching the hooded executioner sharpen his blade. She was suddenly very aware of her pulse and the way it raced, with a fight-or-flight response. “Theo,” Hermione said, voice low and dangerous. He cocked his head innocently. “You said I could bring a plus one.” Obviously her second mistake. The first was inviting him to begin with.

Messing with Christmas and How to Fix it by Astrangefan - not rated, one-shot - Hermione has been homesick for a home she no longer has. She finds some old decorations at Grimmauld and brings them back to Hogwarts. Draco likes what she's done, but says it in a way only Draco Malfoy can say and everything goes wrong. Now he has to come up with a grand gesture to apologise.

You Can't Just by AccioMjolnir - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger is assigned to review the finances for the Ministry Yule Party. The Yule Party that just happens to be organized by Draco Malfoy.

The Holiday by LunaLunaria - E, one-shot - A remix of The Holiday (2006) featuring cinnamon roll with hidden depths Neville Longbottom, chaotic manic pixie Pansy Parkinson, hyper-productive, seduce-me-with-your-brain Hermione Granger, and literary bachelor with a side of snark and sentiment Draco Malfoy.

This is War. by AlulaSprinkles - T, one-shot - "‘This is war.’ Honestly! Who says something like that about sodding snowballs, for Merlin’s sake?!" Or: in which Draco and Hermione's ongoing snowball fight quickly becomes too real.

A Gingerbread Getaway by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - Hermione loves a perfectly baked gingerbread biscuit, so how can she resist joining the Ministry's gingerbread house decoration contest? With a Romantic Getaway for Two as the grand prize and stiff competition in the form of one Draco Malfoy, she has her work cut out for her. It will take all manner of skills and subterfuge to secure first place, but the results might not be what she expects.

Onions, Lifts, & Fairy Dust by GertrudeCC - M, one-shot - A malfunctioning lift or a meddling friend? Two people seemingly lost on Christmas Eve thrown together in a most unusual way.

All I want, all I love by Goldenbucky - E, one-shot - A look inside the Malfoy Pack during the holiday season. More so, Alpha Pack Leader Draco Malfoy will do anything for his Omega.

Wreck My Plans by bookish_clf (clf1646), LunaP999 - E, one-shot - “You can call me Draco, you know. I have a first name.” “I don’t know. If I don’t call you Malfoy it might mean you aren’t my mortal enemy anymore, and won’t that just be so fucking weird?” I joked. “You have your legs wrapped around my waist, Hermione. I think we are anything but mortal enemies at the moment.” Jesus H Christ. **** Recently divorced Hermione Granger is requested to help MACUSA with a mass obliviation event in Manhattan a few days before Christmas. She runs into Head Auror Draco Malfoy, her childhood arch nemesis that she hasn't seen in twenty years. When he offers to be her tour guide for the night, she gladly accepts. Whisking her away to the best holiday markets and restaurants NYC has to offer, she realizes he's no longer the spolied child she used to know. The snow begins to fall and so do her inhibitions.

The Granger-Malfoy’s First Annual Secret Santa by westxnorthwest - T, one-shot - For their first holiday season as a married couple, Hermione and Draco decide to introduce their friends to the Muggle tradition of Secret Santa.

This fest is ongoing.

#Yuletide and Mulled Wine Fest #dramione #fests/exchanges/challenges

[colourstreakgryffin]

Heya! I hope your day has been OK <3 I got a new request 🙋🏾‍♀️

How would the hashira react to their hashira s/o quitting the demon slayer corps out the blue? If reader asked them to retire aswell and live together in peace would they say yes and retire or would they say no? How would this effect their relationship?

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Wow! All of the Hashira! Okay, let’s test this out and see what comes out of it! Mui is, as usual, aged up but otherwise, please enjoy!

Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s confused and kinda a bit concerned for you

Why do you want to let everything go after you worked so hard for it?

Kyojuro is on the fence. He’d love to live peacefully with you but then again, he spent his whole life training up to get this position

Kyojuro spends a long time considering what he wants more. And eventually he comes to a decision

He just can’t stop being a Hashira himself but he completely supports you wanting to leave, and makes a vow to provide for you

“You see why I cannot let this go? No? Well… I suspected not but don’t think I value this job more than you, little flame. I’m just not ready to leave yet. But eventually, I will”

Uzui Tengen

This man has been all so-ready to retire but he doesn’t think he has had the fight yet

He wants to become a family man but he doesn’t feel like he’s done enough for the Corp

Tengen is also on the fence when you ask him to retire him with you. He definitely wants to throw in the towel but has he truthfully served the people?

Tengen does come up with his decision faster than most Hashira but he keeps it hidden for a bit

One more big mission, and he’ll quit the corps to join you and his wives. Just gotta wait a little while

“One more big mission, rose petal. And we’ll all be together; me, you and your co-wives. Yes, I promise I’m being serious. One last time and it’s finally over”

Kanroji Mitsuri

She is so taken aback when you proclaim your retirement right in front of her

You’re quitting the Corp? Why? What about all the missions you and her go on together?

Mitsuri can’t decide for a very long time when you ask the big question. She’d love to settle down with you but she has always wanted to be a slayer

Mitsuri is one of the longest Hashira in making up her mind as she values both her career and you quite equally

She doesn’t want to put the breaks on being a Hashira, but she is always supportive of you and your wishes and promises to always help

“Aaah! Please don’t be mad at me, Mochi-pookie! I’m sorry, I just don’t wanna stop! I’ve always wanted to be a Hashira and now I am!”

Himejima Gyomei

He is shocked, but fully understands why you want to leave

He has given his all to the Master for rescuing him and he doesn’t know if he has the right to stop

Gyomei is, once again, on the fence against his career and retiring with you for a while. He’d love to be able to spend all his time with you but he basically breathes this career

Gyomei makes up his decision after a week or so of consideration and he refuses to try be convinced otherwise

He cannot let his career go, just of yet, until all demons are eradicated, he won’t stop being a Hashira, especially since he has been for so long now

“I apologise, my love. I understand why you’re upset, I just can’t leave when I owe the Master my life. Couldn’t you try understand?”

Tokito Muichiro

It takes some time to be registered and he just shrugs. Only hours later does he realise what you’ve done, leave the Corp for good

Like Gyomei, he was practically rescued by the Master so he isn’t sure if he wants to give this up

Muichiro doesn’t forget his decision as he considers it heavily, either a life of slaying or a sooner life with you

Muichiro is one of the Hashira that takes the longest to decide. His passion to his Hashira duty is strong but so his love for you

He doesn’t really believe he has done enough to deserve to call himself a Ex-Hashira yet so he makes a compromise. A year or so of his duties then he’ll come into retirement with you

“It won’t be too long, angel. A year or maybe a little less, and we can be rocking in those old wooden chairs together, okay?”

Iguro Obanai

Obanai is very shocked, wanting to know your reasonings in a instant

Doesn’t everything you’ve worked towards matter to you? He wonders as he listens to you explain yourself

Obanai has the proposal you suggestion BURIED in his head all the time. He loves this career yet he loves you even more

Obanai’s loyalty to both the Corp and you are battling each other. After most definitely months, he tells you what he thinks

Let him help destroy Muzan and then he’ll come sprinting to you. No smoke and mirrors, he’ll retire as soon as he sees fit

“I’m sorry, sweetcake. You know I put absolutely everything I have into this. But I promise I won’t leave you behind. I’ll always come home”

Kocho Shinobu

She understands entirely when you tell her your plan to cancel your career

This job is stressful, tiresome and dangerous. You want to live your life and she agrees with your point of view

Shinobu has her mind littered with your idea for a long time. The image of marrying you and settling down is beautiful, but her own mission isn’t complete yet

Shinobu brings herself to a final conclusion after, maybe a week or so, of thinking about it 24/7

She needs to kill the demon who took her sister away. The moment she does, she’ll throw away her sword and come to you

“That demon… took my sister away, rosy maple. I need him dead, once he is, I’m all yours. The Corp won’t sway me any further, I’ll be yours”

Tomioka Giyuu

He truthfully doesn’t know what to say to you when you spill the beans

You’re ready to retire, but Japan is still littered with demons. Who will protect you if you don’t have your sword?

Giyuu considers it the most as he works. He has the chance to settle down with the love of his life or continue this charade up that he doesn’t really like

Giyuu sits you down to hear out his choice when he gets it, and he thinks he picked the right one

Even though he feels obligated to be a Hashira for Urokodaki, he doesn’t want to keep doing something he isn’t good at so he wants to retire with you

“Does it sound good? I know… Urokodaki needs me but I don’t want to be something I’m not. I’m better as your husband then as a fake Hashira who didn’t win his position”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

He isn’t as taken-aback and/or shocked as all the other Hashira are. It makes sense to him and he’d prefer it for your safety

You’re in danger constantly as a Hashira but now, you can be a lot less danger. Though, the problem still remains

Sanemi tries to come up with his decision quickly, as to not leave you hanging. You deserve to know what he is thinking

Sanemi eventually makes up his choice in mid-battle and rushes back to you to tell you, not even presentable at all

He does love you to the moon and beyond, and he definitely wants to have a life with you but he isn’t ready as of yet. He needs a bit more time

“A little longer, dollface and we will be together. I won’t kill anymore demons, I won’t risk my life, I will stay in the house with you and look after our family”

How does their decision affect your relationship?

Unless you aren’t understanding and supportive of the Hashira saying no, your relationship with them won’t end well

But if you are, it’ll be fine. Sure, you won’t get to see them as much as before, but they always come home to you as soon as possible to give you their love

The Hashiras who say yes/yes with conditions, are a bit better relationship-wise as they’ll retire a lot sooner than the others but it’s basically the same

Otherwise, everything will not change unless you stir up a fuss

But most of the Hashira are stubborn and can’t bring themselves to leave all because you want them to

Though, if you become pregnant out of the blue; Hashira like Obanai, Sanemi, Kyojuro and Gyomei will quit instantly to look after you

Lmao. This picture is just awful, sorry about it!

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny hashira #iguro obanai #obanai iguro #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri kanroji #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #uzui tengen #tengen uzui #tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #tokito muichiro #muichiro tokito #himejima gyomei #gyomei himejima #hashira x reader

[raisin-shell]

A Nice Hot Bath <<previous next>>

Durotan x reader NSFW

“Where have they gone?!”

You could hear your fathers voice carrying through the halls of the castle’s corridor. His metal armor crunched heavily in anger against the stone ground as he stormed toward the doors to your chamber.

“What have you done? And don’t lie to me! The treasures that were once laced in that beast’s hair… where are they?!”

He glared at you, gripping a piece of your top and shoving you out of the way as he begins to sort through the chest at the foot of the bed. Damn the dungeon keep and his big mouth.

“He was in pain. I only offered to help that orc is all…”

He interrupts you when he finds the rings and trinkets collected in a small pouch you had stored away with intent on returning them to their rightful owner.

“That is no ordinary orc.”

He stated simply and bluntly.

“That orc is Durotan. Chieftain of the Frostwolf clan. And I have him and all his possessions in my grasp. No doubt I could use this orc as collateral.”

You raise to your feet at his statement.

“Collateral? Collateral for what father?”

“For peace you fool! Between humans and orcs. I’ve lost too many men. We kill their leader, the war will end.”

You scurry over to him, stopping him from turning through your chambers doors.

“You kill him there will only be more fighting! I can level with him father, please. I’ve bonded with him before. Let him see that humans are no threat. Please. Treat him as an equal and come to a compromise.”

Your fathers brows furrowed at the thought. His angered eyes landed on you as he softly shook his head.

“You are just like your mother. I can’t lose you as well.”

“You won’t lose me father. Let us try. And if this idea doesn’t pan out, your idea will. Please. Let me help aid this creature back to health so he’s presentable enough to come before our king. We can have peace in so many different ways father.”

The captain stood there looking off into the distance as he pondered over your plan.

“I’ll allow it. But under strict supervision. I’ll have my personal guards escort you should this beast decide he’s more orc than humane.”

He hands you your pouch full of the orcs trinkets and also a small key. You looked at it puzzled as your father began to make his way out of your chamber.

“It’s for his shackles. Go to him. I wish you luck.”

And with that he disappeared down the long hall oh you made sure of it before you scraped up what things you could and once again made your way to the dungeon with escorts in tow.

“Open the gate by order of the captain!”

One of the guards barked to the dungeon keep who fumbled with the keys you had so carefully placed back around his belt the day prior. Durotan was sitting in his cell, unsure what all the commotion was about when the gate to his prison opened. You slowly walked up to him, kneeling down as you once had before.

“I told you I’d be back. I also made good on my promise to get you out of here.”

You held the key up for him to see as the corners of his mouth curled up into a slight grin.

“On one condition… my father wants you to meet with our king. You’ll have to promise to behave yourself. No harm shall come to any humans. Do I make myself clear?”

Your eyes met his as he began to think and he slowly rose to his feet. The guards lifted their spears in anticipation but the orc just looked on and nodded his head in agreement.

“That’s settled then. I’ll unchain you.”

You whipped around the massive creature, even more impressive now that he was standing upright, and unlocked the confines around his wrists and his ankles.

“There now. That’s much better I…”

Your breath caught short as you inhaled the stench. Although the musk of it had its appeal, it was quite jarring to say the least.

“I think first thing is first. How about we get you a nice hot bath hm?”

Durotan glanced at the two guards, then over to you as the look of confusion exuded from his face. Surely he had never seen any humans before grant him such gratitude.

“Yes. A bath would be nice.”

His husky voice was low and soft as you and the twin guards escorted him up the long staircase to the castles main corridor. Durotan remained silent the entire trip, avoiding eye contact with passersby’s who gasped or stared. He didn’t like being made to be a spectacle of, so you quickened the pace to the secluded bathing chamber. Once there anyone who was in the process of their daily cleaning were ordered to cease and quickly evacuate to give the orc some privacy.

“Everyone except the guards have been made to leave. I hope you understand.”

You begin to turn heel in anticipation of retrieving some furs for him to dry and wrap up in when he reaches out and grabs you to stop you. The guards raise their spears again quickly.

“No! No. Let him speak.”

You hush the guards and turn your attention back to Durotan.

“Stay… please.”

Your jaw dropped softly, cheeks rushing with blood turned a pink hue and the guards began to chuckle beneath their armor. The orc paid them no mind but kept his eyes on you as he de-robed himself from his loin cloth. Your eyes stared into his, not being able to help take in his massive naked form. Your gaze began to slowly travel. He had a broad chest with what looked to be soft black hair scattered around a set of nipples. A trail of thick luscious hair peaked just beneath his belly button and traveled down to a kept nest of soft pubic hair.

You swallow hard as your eyes feast upon the massive cock hanging beneath the soft furs, swelling by the second even in the halls cooler temperatures. You could see the head of his rod begin to peer out of its protective sheath and a clear dribble of precum slowly dripped from its bulbous tip. His testicles were twin sets of perfectly round spheres sitting up tight against his beautiful body. He looked like a god. You lap your lips at the sight of it, realizing your gaze had lingered too long. Your eyes flickered up to his only to see a wicked smile spread across his handsome face.

“Would you join me?”

He chuckled deeply sending a burning feeling to your gut as he turned and dipped one leg into the bath. Then the other. And he stood for a moment as if you hadn’t gotten enough scenery before he finally sunk himself down into the warm water and leaned back with a satisfied groan. He then leaned all the way back into the tub, submerging his entire body including his head to the point where the tub overflowed. You stood there for a moment, mind puzzled and groin aching from just the mere sight of this orcs genitals and the enticing invitation to join him in his bath just over-took you.

You kick off your shoes just as you begin to hear the guards whispering to each other. No matter. You were here to sooth him and if he wanted you to bathe with him, then so be it. You unbuckle your bottoms, slipping them off slowly so he could watch your every move. Finally you unbutton your top exposing your entire naked body to the massive orc before you took one step forward. And then another. Soon you found yourself dipping your body down into the waters warmth a mere foot away from this creature. No clothing. No weapons. Nothing but your two bodies wet and naked. Durotan had not taken his eyes off you the entire process, feasting on every curve of your shape and every dimple of your body… they were his to take in and he wasn’t shy about doing so.

“Will you bathe me?”

He spoke up after what seemed like forever as you waited through the water, inching closer to him.

“Of course. You know I’ve already done this once before.”

The both of you chuckle, you knowing the first time was no where near like this instance but nevertheless you reach for the soap and cloth. You position yourself between his legs, his thick cock not able to avoid touching your tummy felt so secure between the two of you, you didn’t question it. You began to soap his chest, fingers gliding through the bubbles and baby fine hair curled and massaged his slick wet skin. You then took the cloth, letting it wring out along his sudsy chest before wiping him clean from the froth.

“I saw you. You were staring. That means you’re curious.”

He grumbled as his eyes fluttered shut to your touch upon his shoulders.

“Curious? About what?”

You play coy but he’s not having the beat around the bush antics.

“About this.”

His lifts his hips up forcing you to sit up to catch your balance and right beneath the apex of your sex laid his thick cock glossed with bubbles from the soap.

“I.. I’m not… I mean I’ve never seen one that size before…”

“You want to touch it. I can see it in your eyes. Touch me.”

You begin to breathe hard as your neck snaps over to the guards who have taken their post at the door for the night but are still watching over you. Your gaze snaps back to Durotan as a gasp leaves your throat to the firm silky feel of his cock beneath your fingertips. His eyes close to your touch, cock stiffening to a stand and pressing up into your palm for attention. You glide your palm up and down his shaft as the orc lets out a low pleasing groan. Your fingers try to wrap around his girth, squeezing firmly as you pumped him. Each stroke only making him swell more and harden until all the loose skin of his cock was tight with excitement. He begins to pant in rhythm with your strokes, each one pulling a buck from his hips granting you further access to his climax.

“More. More kitten, more.”

Up to this point he had no idea what your name was but in the heat of things you didn’t dare interrupt. And the nickname kitten sent a strong ache to your groin. You began to twist your wrists and roll your thumbs beneath the lip of his spongy head, your fingers coating themselves with his precum way more slick than any of the soap or water. You could feel his body tensing, his knuckles were curling around the edge of the tub as he begged you for one last favor.

“Taste me… please.”

He whimpers between clenched teeth as you dip your head down, tongue snaking between your lips, to lap up the thick precum from its valley. It was salty and warm yet sweet to your taste. You wanted more. You spread your pout over his massive head and took his aching cock into your hot wanting mouth. Durotans legs stretched to a comfortable spread as his hips began to buck up into you. His hands no longer on the tub now gripped your hair, holding you carefully in place as he glided his cock in and out if your hollowed out throat. You could feel his cock stiffening further, his breathing became grunting and his grip on your head began to tighten. With one final thrust, he filled you, forcing your throat open around his cock as he pumped you full of his hot seed several times.

“Umm yes. Very good kitten. Just like that.”

He cooed to you in between deep breaths. His hands had released their grip from you and were now stroking you as you gently sucked the last drop of semen from his softening rod.

“Well… I am here to sooth you. I’m glad you… showed me how to.”

You whisper with cum still dribbling down your chin that he wiped off for you. He pulled your body flush with his as he laid back and sighed deeply.

“It’s my turn to bathe you.”

#world of warcraft original character #world of warcraft #durotan #orc lover #monster #monster lover #monster fucker

[ladylovesloki]

Something Real: Chapter 21: Final

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language & Smut

Summary: Maza’s fate is decided.

A/N: Thank you all for your patience. The final chapter is here! This certainly wont be the last I write for this little family, I’m currently thinking over some ideas for the next one. Thank you all so much for reading, it means the world to me 💚🖤

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“Maza Issidottir. You stand accused of theft, impersonating a member of the royal guard, improper use of seider, stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder. How do you plea?”, Val’s booming voice carries across the large hall where most of New Asgard’s citizens watch on. You’re sitting with your family in the front waiting to hear what Maza’s plea is.

“I am no more guilty than the false Prince you have harbored in our new home.”, she sneers back at the King.

“No Prince of New Asgard is on trial presently. How do you plea to these charges.”, Val responds strongly.

Maza rolls her eyes, “not guilty.”

“Truly woman? You wish to drag this out?”, Val asks her. She has no interest on dragging these unnecessary proceedings out any longer than they already have. 

Maza just smiles in response.

Val lets out a deep exhale, “fine. Have it your way then. Your trial will begin in two days time. Until then todays proceedings are adjourned.”. With her final word, everyone stands as Maza is being led out in chains to await her trail in the dungeons. 

Loki can’t help but feel anger towards the entire situation. If he had it his way Maza would be nothing but a bad memory. But, he has no choice but to…behave. You squeeze his hand that has been in yours since you arrived at the hall, “hey, it’s going to be ok. She won’t get away with this.”

Loki smiles down at you, “I know darling, I just won’t feel at ease until this matter is completely settled.”

Thor leans over, “have faith in your King and people brother, we will not let her get away with the things she has done.”

As you are talking, Val walks over to the three of you but only addresses you, “I’m sorry. I know you were wanting closure today.”

You smile at her, “it’s alright. We knew she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I’m not worried.”

Val smiles back at you, “good. This will all be over soon, there is plenty of evidence against her to find her guilty.”

“And what is the punishment when they do?”, Loki asks, wanting to be sure Maza’s punishment fit the crimes.

“Not the punishment I’m sure you are hoping for I imagine.”, Val responds.

“She’s too dangerous to leave alive, you know this. You have seen what she is capable of.”, Loki argues his point.

“This isn’t the Asgard of old Loki. Things are different here, we have to learn to compromise with the humans that live here. They are not very fond of the death penalty.”, Val argues back.

“Oh please. The people of Midgard have proven time and time again that violence and death are more than acceptable options for them to remove a threat.”

“Not in New Asgard. We will speak no more of this until the trial begins.”. Val looks over to you, “I’m sorry but we will have to call you to speak against her.”

“I’m willing to do whatever I have to to be sure Maza is as far away from my family as possible.”, you say confidently back to her.

Val nods and gives you a small smile, she gives a curt nod to Loki and Thor and goes to speak to members of the council.

“Bureaucratic bullshit.”, Loki says under his breath. You squeeze his hand again and he looks down at you. You give him a sweet smile, “why don’t we go home and relax for a bit before we go pick up the boys from school. You know they love their Friday nights with you.”

Loki smiles and gives you a quick kiss, “sounds wonderful darling.”

Thor claps his brother on the back and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, “I will leave you to your afternoon. I will be back for the trial.”

Before he walks away you stop him, “wait! Where are you gonna be til Monday?!”. Thor has been staying in the house with the family since you were brought home from the hospital and to be honest as much as you loved Thor you were looking forward to some alone time with Loki. 

He smiles back at you, “I uh… I contacted Jane. She…hasn’t been well.”

You smile falters slightly, “oh. Well, I hope she’s alright. Tell her I said hello.”

Thor smiles back, “I will. Farewell, I will see you soon. Brother…behave.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “oaf.”. He looks down at you again with a smile, “ready to go home?”. You smile brightly at him, “yup.”

To be honest…you were really looking forward to getting him home. Loki has been overly gentle with you the last few weeks. Nightmares kept you up for most nights after you were brought back and Loki was doing everything that he could to make sure you felt safe and happy. But he was treating you like you were made of glass and you were sick of it. You haven’t had a nightmare for a few nights now and you were feeling a lot more energized and quite frankly..horny.

Loki opens a portal to the house and as soon as the door closes behind him you jump on him.

You give him a kiss that he simply cannot pull himself away from. The passion and love you were pouring into it made his heart skip a beat. His cock also had a very distinct reaction to it as well. You break the kiss and look him dead in the eye, “take your clothes off. No. Magic.”.

Loki’s eyebrows raise at your forwardness but all of his thought process was being redirected from his big brain to his little brain and all he can do is dumbly follow your instructions. He clumsily kicks off his shoes and frantically starts to unbutton his pants. You put your hand over his shaking ones that are currently ripping off every article of clothing he had on. “Come here.”, you take one of his hands and walk him over to the couch where you have a seat and he is positioned standing in front of you.

You finish unzipping his pants and drag them down while he continues to remove his tie. He gave up on unbuttoning his shirt as soon as he started and just ripped the rest of it open. The buttons falling to the floor making you giggle at his discombobulation. Now completely naked and impossibly hard, Loki stands proudly in front of you waiting for your next move. You look up at him, “I never got a chance to thank you properly for saving me.”, you kiss the top of his thighs. “For being my hero”, you lick the deep v that leads to his deliciously thick cock. You can hear his breath speed up as you continue, “for loving me the way you do”, you kiss the tip of his cock that is already leaking his essence. You can’t help but start licking him to taste, slowly starting to suck on him the way you know he loves.

“Fuuckkk..darling…you don’t have…fuckkk…thank…me…Gods…don’t stop.”, you’re  making him feel so good. He has been so careful around you, not wanting to push you into anything you weren’t ready for. Plus your lack of sleep made you fall asleep on the couch while helping the boys with homework most nights. But right now in this moment, you seemed to be full of energy. Loki takes his hand and places it on the back of your head and starts to massage it, making you moan which sent a shock of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh…y/n..I’m close…wait…wait..”. You remove your mouth from his with a pop and next thing you know your back is pushed against the back of the couch and Loki drops down to his knees in front of you and rips off your pants and underwear. He takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders and starts eating you out like it was the only thing keeping him alive in that moment.

“Ohhh..yes…Loki…just like that…”, you moan. Feeling overheated you rip off the rest of your clothing and when you look down at him he is staring at you so intensely. He reaches up and squeezes one of your breasts and then he moans into your pussy just like you did when his cock was in your mouth. Just as you feel the beginning of your orgasm Loki takes his unoccupied hand and slowly puts two of his fingers inside of you. Pumping them slowly and deeply, the combination of his hand on your breast, his tongue on your pussy and his fingers inside of you brings you to one of most intense orgasms of your life. You scream out his name and before you are even fully able to come down from your orgasm Loki picks you up and places you on your hands and knees back on the couch. He runs his hands down your back and ass, he reaches in front of you and starts to rub on your sensitive bud. “Are you ready for me darling? Are you ready for you God’s cock?”

“Yes! Fuck Loki..please..please…”, at the last please Loki slowly pushes his cock inside of you until he is completely encompassed by your warm pussy. 

“Mmm…it’s been too long my love. I have missed being this way with you. Deep inside your hot cunt. The perfect fit for me…yes..yes you are…as if the Norns made you for me and me alone..”, his pace is slow and deep but soon he is pushing you face down and pounds into you. You can feel yourself pulse around him, orgasm number two quick approaching.

“Loki..baby..I’m gonna cum..please don’t stop.”, God you loved this feeling. You never wanted it to end but the feeling in your pussy and the way you feel Loki’s cock twitch inside of you, you knew this love session was quickly coming to an end. 

“Cum on my cock darling, I’m close…your pussy feels like a dream.”, Loki’s voice once again triggers your orgasm and as you feel your own pleasure start to dissipate you feel Loki’s reach its height.

“Fuck..Norns…AHH!”, Loki cums deep in your pussy and doesn’t stop thrusting until you feel his cock stop throbbing. “Oh my love, are you alright?”. Loki removes himself from you and picks you up so you’re sitting comfortably in his lap. All you can do is smile and nod while you wrap your arms around his neck. You give him sweet kisses under his ear and his chin, “I’m better than alright. I’m gonna be honest I wasn’t expecting that when I started seducing you.”

“Hehehe..yes well…I have missed you.”, he admits.

You give him a quick peck on the lips, “I missed you too. Come on lets get cleaned up, the kids will be expecting us at the school soon.”. Loki gives you a smile and a quick nod, he stands with you in his arms and even though he cleaned up the mess from your activities he knew you loved showering with him after sex.

By the time you are both done in the shower it was time to go and pick up the boys from school. As always Loki creates a portal directly to there and you can hear the bell ring as soon as you arrive. When Narfi and Vali see you and Loki they immediately take off in a sprint towards the both of you. Narfi throws himself in your arms and Vali jumps into Loki’s awaiting ones. You smile at them both, “how was school guys?”

“Good!”, Narfi responds happily.

“Boring.”, Vali responds dryly.

Loki looks down at his son in his arms, “boring? My son, learning new things is one of the most exciting adventures in this life. How could you possibly be bored?”

“I like my magic classes but why do I need to learn about things that happened hundreds of years ago?”

“Learning from our past is how we create a better future. I know it may seem boring but I promise you, one day you will be grateful for the lessons you learn now. You will be informed enough to not make the same mistakes as the people who came before you.”, Loki explains to Vali. You listen to him talk to Vali so sweetly and for a moment you feel angry with yourself for almost losing him. You can’t help but feel guilty for having more faith in him, had you, maybe Maza wouldn’t have been able to cause as much damage.

Loki creates a portal to their home and gets the boys settled in the living room to start their homework while you cooked. You can’t help but smile when you hear Loki and the boys discussing their work and other things. You’re so thankful that all of this mess is over, all that’s left is the trial and it will truly be over. 

“Dinner is done guys!”, you yell out to them so they can come eat.

“Smells delicious darling.”, Loki walks over to you and takes the plates in your hands to set the table.

“Thank you honey. Boys, help your dad set the table.”, you smile when you see them use their magic to do so.

Everyone sits down to eat but Narfi couldn’t help himself, “is the bad lady gone now?”

Loki glances at you and you decide that maybe you should be the one to explain whats currently going on with Maza.

“Well, not yet baby. She has to go through a trial first and once that is done the council will decide what to do with her.”, you explain.

“Oh..but..what if she gets out before they decide?”, he asks sheepishly.

“She is under heavy guard and strong binding spells so she will not be able to escape my son. I don’t want you to worry.”, Loki tries to calm his worry.

“Did you cast the binding spells dad?”, Vali asks.

Loki nods, “I did. That’s how I know they are strong enough to hold her and keep her from causing any more damage. I promise you both, Maza will get nowhere near any of you.”

The boys leave it at that, confident in their fathers abilities and trust in his words.

After everyone is done eating you send the boys to bed and you start getting ready for bed yourself. You’re brushing your teeth when Loki quietly sneaks in behind you and wraps his arms around your midsection. He starts kissing your neck and shoulder sending chills up and down your spine. “I love you so much.”, he whispers in your ear. You smile, finish brushing your teeth and once you’re done you turn around still in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Oh yea?”, you say with a smile.

“Oh most certainly.”, he smiles and looks at you for a moment. “Are you alright darling? Truly? I know this Maza situation is making you anxious.”

You nod, “I’m ok. I am anxious about the trial, I just want this to be over.”

He rubs his hands up and down your back comfortingly, “I know my heart, it will all be over soon.”

“When it is maybe we can go away with the boys. Have a little vacation while they are on Summer break.”, you suggest.

“That sounds wonderful darling, anywhere you wish to go. But for now let us get to bed, I can feel your weariness.”, he ushers you into the bedroom and gets you tucked in under the covers. He follows you in bed and immediately pulls you into his arms, you fall asleep just as quickly with a happy smile on your face.

After a wonderful weekend with the boys, the morning of the first day of trial arrives. You quietly get dressed and help the boys get ready for school. Loki knows the reason for your quietness this morning, not wanting to push you he just quietly helped you get the boys ready for school. When they all arrive at the school Narfi turns to you before he walks off with his brother, “I know you’re nervous mommy. But everything is going to be ok.”

Your eyes tear up a little and you kneel down to give him a big hug, “come here Vali”, you call out to him wanting a big hug from the both of them. “I love you both so much. Have a great day, we’ll see you soon.”, they give Loki a big hug as well and run off into the school. Loki takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, “he’s right you know. Everything is going to be fine.”, you give him a kiss on the cheek and start moving in the direction of the great hall.

When they arrive, Thor, Val and Sylvie are already there.

“Brother.”, Loki greets Thor, “thank you for being here. How is Lady Jane?”

Thor takes a deep breath, “I will discuss Jane’s present condition later. Let us talk of what will be happening today.”

Loki nods, “very well.” 

He looks over to Val, “so…My King…when are these proceedings going to begin?”

“As soon as the council arrives, Maza is being collected presently.”. She then looks over to you, “are you ready?”

You nod, “yea..I just want this to be over.”

She smiles, “I know.”. The hall starts to get louder with murmuring voices as the people of New Asgard who could attend took their seats. The council arrives and sits down in their seats, awaiting the arrival of Maza. Val looks at you again, “go ahead and have a seat, we will begin shortly.”.

You take your seats, Loki and Thor sitting on either side of you. Maza arrives in chains shortly after you take your seats. She’s taken to the opposite side of the hall as far away from you as possible. Val raises her hands to quiet the crowd, “alright everyone, please take your seats we will begin the trial of Maza Issidottir.”. Everyone does as they were told and quietly takes their seats awaiting the next words from their King.

“Maza Issidottir, please step forward.”, the guards gives Maza a not so friendly shove toward the steps that lead to Val’s royal seat. “Once again your charges are as follows, theft, impersonating a member of the royal guard, improper use of seider, stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder. You plead not guilty, is that still your plea?”

“It is.”, she says with confidence.

“Very well. The council calls y/n y/l/n.”

You look over to Loki who gives you a confident smile and gives you a light kiss, “you got this.”

You give him a nod. Standing from your seat you give a quick glance to Thor who is smiling at you. You walk up to the seats set up in the very front, facing Val and the council, you kneel before them and then take your seat.

“Lady y/n, please tell us your account of the events that occurred between you and the accused.”, Val’s voice carries through the room.

You take a deep breath and you recount everything that had happened, starting at the very beginning. You told them of how Maza was your server at the restaurant Loki took you to, the story she told her at the hospital, the kidnapping. Once you got to the part when Maza buries you alive you had to take a pause.

“Lady y/n? Are you well?”, once of the council members ask you in concern.

You take another deep breath, “yes, I apologize.”. You tell them about your rescue and you move on to the apple. You describe to everyone the agony you were in being stuck in limbo, hearing most things around you but not able to wake.

 Once you finish, Val stood to address you and the rest of the room.“Thank you Lady y/n.”. You nod and turn around to sit in your seat in between Loki and Thor. When you sit down, Loki reaches over and takes your hand in his. You look up in his eyes and can’t help but smile at him, his presence filling you with much needed calm. You look back to Val who continues with the proceedings now that you are back in your seat. 

“Maza Issidottir, you will now have the opportunity to defend yourself against the allegations against you.”. 

Maza moves to the seat you just occupied in front of Val and New Asgards council. “Thank you My King and council for the…opportunity…to defend myself.”

“Do you deny the allegations against you?”, an elder councilman asked her.

“Deny? No. I am quite proud of the things I have done for the one I love, he will see. When the day comes he no longer has her by his side. He will realize his feelings for me and this farce will all be a distant memory.”

“Then why plead not guilty? Why drag this out?”, Val asked. Clearly irritated with the gigantic waste of time.

“Hm.”, Maza turns to look at Loki, “I will wait for you my love. Forever.”

Loki sneers at her, “you disgust me.”.

She smiles sweetly back at him and turns back around to look at Val, “do what you wish. I will return when all of you are nothing but stories the people of Asgard tell their great grandchildren about. I will return to claim what is mine.”.

“Guards, remove the prisoner. The council and I will now discuss your punishment.”, Val orders.

The guards force Maza to her feet and remove her from the room, the council stand as well and begin to convene with their king. The people of New Asgard begin talking among themselves, discussing the awful things that happened to you. You can hear some of them wishing for a swift death, some just wanting Maza to be locked away in the deepest dungeons in existence. 

It didn’t take long for the council to come to their decision on Maza’s fate. Val waits until the council reclaims their seats to address the room, “guards, bring in the prisoner.”.

Once again you hear the sound of the chains as Maza is brought back into the room. The guards bring her back to her seat but she does not sit.

“Maza Issidottir, after deliberation between myself and our high council we find you guilty of all you are accused. The council has decided that you will spend the remainder of your days in the Raft. A highly guarded prison in the middle of the sea, where you can no longer torment a single soul for as long as you live. However long or short that may be.”. As soon as Val finishes announcing Maza’s sentence the doors of the hall open and in walks additional guards, a mixture of guards from New Asgard and the infamous prison. The guards sent from the Raft placed additional bindings on Maza and moved to remove her from the room. As she walks past you she gives you a dark look that sends a chill down your spine.

Loki places his hand on your lower back to help calm your beating heart.

The guards exit with their prisoner and everyone then turns their attention back to their king.

“This matter has come to a close, Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry for the harm that woman has caused you and your family. It is our hope that you all can move on and live here in New Asgard in peace.”, Val says to you from her high seat.

You nod, “thank you My King.”.

“Court today is adjourned, you may all get back to your business.”, Val announces to the room.

Everyone stands and leaves the great hall and you can’t help but feel the relief already. It was really over this time. 

Loki pulls you into a hug, “let’s go pick up the children. I want my family together.”. It was a little early to pick up the boys from school but you wanted to have your family together as well. You nod and then look over to Thor, “you too buddy.”. Thor smiles at you, “alright, I shall see you both at the house.”. You all make your way out of the hall and you a filled with instant relief when you feel the sun on your face. You were so thankful this whole ordeal is over and your family remained intact. Loki creates two portals, one for Thor that goes straight to the house and another that leads to the school. You and Loki step through the portal and walk into the school. You sign the boys out and when they’re brought to the office the look of confusion on both of their little faces was priceless.

“Momma?”, Narfi runs into your arms. “Everything ok?”, he asks you concerned. He feels so many emotions from you that he’s not entirely sure what was going on. 

You smile and kiss the top of his head, “everything is great baby. Daddy and I want us all together at home. Uncle Thor is already there waiting for us.”.

Loki picks up Vali and walks over to you and Narfi, using his free hand to brush Narfi’s hair back, “let’s go home, we have much to discuss.”. You pick Narfi up and the four of you walk just outside the office where Loki creates another portal to home. 

They walk inside the house and Thor is there sitting on the couch, when he sees his nephews he stands immediately and picks them both up in his strong arms. “This is good.”. Narfi must’ve felt a distinct pulse of sadness coming from his uncle. “Uncle Thor? Why are you sad?”. You look to Thor in confusion, you feel guilty that you were so consumed with todays events that you didn’t notice there was something wrong with him.

“Let’s go sit in the kitchen, I’ll make us some lunch and we can talk about everything.”, you suggest. Thor doesn’t let the boys down, he carries them into the kitchen like they were the most precious things he didn’t want to let go of. You look over to Loki and you share a concerned look, his only response is a slight shrug of his shoulders.

You both make your way to the kitchen, Thor has placed Narfi and Vali down in their chairs and then takes his own seat. Loki sits down next to his brother and watches you get their lunch together. You quickly put some sandwiches together and place them on the table in front of everyone, taking your own seat. “Alright boys so first things first, they took the bad lady far away from here, we don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Narfi and Vali both smile, happy to hear the woman that has been terrorizing their family is finally gone. Narfi can feel the truth in his mothers words and feels the happiness coursing through her. But he can’t help but feel Thor’s sad emotions.

“Uncle Thor?”, Narfi gets Thor’s attention, “are you ok?”.

Thor smiles at his nephew and pats the boys back, “I am alright Narfi, I am afraid my friend Lady Jane is not.”

You look over to Thor with a furrowed brow, “what’s going on Thor?”

Thor takes a deep breath, “Jane is…ill. A mortal illness she calls…cancer?”

You feel a pang of sadness, “oh Thor I’m so sorry. Is there anything we can do?”

“She tells me her doctors are doing everything that they can but she does not seem optimistic.”, he explains.

“Why does she not come here? Have our healers assess her condition.”, Loki suggests.

Thor smiles, “I have suggested this as well but she feels there is nothing else that can be done. I fear she has given up..”, Thor’s smile now turning into a sad frown.

You stand up from the table and wrap Thor up in a hug from behind him. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek, “get her here Thor. Let us look at her. You know we have advanced tech and medicine here thanks to Wakanda. If you’d like I can speak with her.”

Thor smiles at you as you make your way back to your seat, “that is very kind of you, thank you sister.”

“We’ll call her in the morning and get her here.”, you smile at Thor and then turn to the rest of your family. “I think we proved that this family is capable of anything.”.

Loki smiles at you, “Indeed my love.”, he leans over and gives you a quick kiss. “Let’s eat and we shall discuss plans for our future..together.”

You smile at Loki and then the rest of your family, so thankful that you are all together again.

The end..for now.

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[nerdsbianhokie]

I wish you would write a fic where genderfluid!Lucy has a feminine/she/her Day but still wants to Pack and bind, and the alieness/unfamiliarity of the Situation throws her for a loop.

So, this did turn into a fic. I hope it hits the mark

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Her skin is smooth beneath her fingers as she traces patterns between her breasts. She takes a deep breath, her chest pressing firmly against her touch.

She doesn't quite get it, the itch crawling up the back of her skull, the static disjointing her mind from her body. She is her. She is she.

But it isn't right.

Something isn't right. Something is off in a way that is familiar but not. Her existence is blurring out of the lines she has only recently redrawn.

Alex appears in the mirror behind her, walking up, sliding both hands along her waist and pulling their bodies close. Alex presses a kiss to the side of her head.

"Hey, pretty lady," Alex murmurs. "What's going on in there?"

Lucy wants to just sink back into her, but the static is oozing out across her nerves and they've been working on communication about this stuff.

She speaks softly, weighing every word before letting it go.

"I think I want to bind today." She pauses.

She could stop there. That would help.

But would it be enough? Or would it be compromising between what she really wants and what she thinks she should do, what she thinks others would want?

"And pack," she adds.

Alex considers her in the mirror. Her cheek presses into Lucy's hair. Her fingers flex around Lucy's hips.

Not long ago, that confession would have sent Alex flying back, apologizing, terrified of hurting Leon, unintentionally or not.

They've been working on it.

"As Lucy?" Alex asks.

There is something about the question that settles Lucy's nerves a bit. There is something about Alex not assuming that Lucy is now Leon because of what she wants, about Alex trusting Lucy to have told her if the switch had happened. But, also about Alex asking, just to be sure, about Alex feeling comfortable enough to ask.

"Yeah," Lucy answers. "I think so."

Alex nods. "Is it safe for you to bind today?"

"I have nothing planned, and it's been a few days since the last time."

"Alright." Alex steps back, the warmth of her instantly missed. She starts towards the closet as she continues. "Which binder do you want?"

A new warmth spreads through Lucy.

"The purple half binder" she quickly decides. She steps to the dresser and opens her underwear drawer.

It's neatly organized.

Lucy's underwear, silky thongs and practical panties, on one side.

Leon's boxers on the other.

A box down the middle separates them, but, she muses as she reaches for the briefs in Leon's pile, both sides are hers.

Lucy is pulling out a pair of briefs as Alex returns, binder in hand.

"That's a good color on you," Alex says, poking at the dark green fabric.

"I know," Lucy says with a smirk.

Alex laughs and drops a kiss on Lucy's lips.

"Can I help or do you want me to leave?" Alex asks.

"You can stay," Lucy replies. "Enjoy the show."

Alex settles on the edge of the bed.

Lucy opens the box in the drawer and pulls out her packer. It's soft and flaccid in her hand and just a few shades lighter than her skin.

She eyes the harness she had bought with the packer.

Leon never uses it. The pressure of its straps on his hips only remind him that he's wearing his penis, that it isn't attached.

But now?

Lucy grabs it.

She slips the harness into the pouch, making sure it's oriented correctly, before pushing off her underwear. She fights back the urge to preen as Alex lets out an appreciative hum.

Lucy steps into the harness and pulls it up over her hips. She settles it into the right position, then pulls the briefs on. After some small adjustments, she lets out a deep breath.

The weight and pressure and bulge settle into her skin, chasing away some of the static.

She turns to face Alex, who looks up from her phone at the movement.

Alex eyes her, looking her up and down with a smile.

"Feeling better?" she asks.

"Yeah," Lucy replies.

Alex holds the binder out. Lucy takes it.

"Maggie is on her way home," Alex says as Lucy wrestles her way into the binder. "She's bringing food."

"Good," Lucy huffs through the exertion of figuring out where the fabric rolled. "I'm starving."

She finally snags the fabric she needs and pulls the binder into place. She adjusts her breasts beneath it, then looks down at herself.

It's good.

The flatness then the bulge. The bright colors not trying to be subtle. The curves of her waist still visible.

She looks up, then laughs at Alex's expression.

"You okay?" she asks.

Alex silently nods, eyes wide, lips pressed together, the lightest flush creeping up her neck.

Lucy steps towards her, relishing in the feeling of the packer.

"Are you sure?" she teases.

Alex nods again.

"Just, uh, remembering how hot you are," she gets out.

Lucy laughs. She climbs into Alex's lap, her knees pressing into the bed next to Alex's hips.

"You never tell Leon he's hot," she says with a fake pout as she slides her arms around Alex's neck.

Alex lets out a light laugh. Her fingers tail up Lucy's bare sides.

"If I still thought I was straight, I would be all over Leon."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." Alex's hands spread out across Lucy's back. "He's what I thought my type was. Smart, cocky, but kind of shy."

Lucy kisses her. "Too bad for Leon," she murmurs against her lips.

Not that Leon wants Alex like that. It's complicated. He loves her. He loves her so much. Maggie, too. He just isn't comfortable with the idea of sex with them.

They are his life partners and they are lesbians and he is a man and they are his and he is theirs.

It's complicated.

"Too bad," Alex softly agrees.

Lucy is ready to push Alex back and lose herself between Alex's legs when the 'I'm home ' is called through the house.

Alex gently pushes her back.

"Finish getting dressed and come eat," she says.

"I was about to," Lucy huffs.

Alex just laughs into a kiss and murmurs "later."

Lucy grumbles but acquiesces. She climbs off of Alex and goes back to the dresser. Alex heads out to meet Maggie as Lucy reaches into a drawer.

She pulls out an old pair of army sweatpants and puts them on. Tight enough the bulge is there, but not so tight it looks comically big.

Her first packer had been far too big, had made her feel like she had a clown shoe shoved down her pants.

This one is much better.

She considers grabbing a shirt but, looking down at herself, decides against it.

Sweatpants and a sports bra is hot as fuck, why would sweatpants and a binder be different?

Alex and Maggie are setting out the food when Lucy leaves the bedroom.

Pancakes and turkey sausage and biscuits and fruit and Maggie looks up at Lucy and tilts her head to the side and bites her lip.

"Good morning," Lucy says as she steps to Maggie.

"Good morning," Maggie replies before Lucy kisses her. "Trying something new?"

"Mhm," Lucy hums.

"It feel good?"

"It does."

It really, really does

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