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loveemagicpeace · 2 months

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🏹1st house & You 🌌

💕1st house describes you as a person, your appearance. The Ascendant and the 1st house-This area of the chart denotes your body as the vehicle for your life force and vitality, and so suggests your sense of yourself as a physically separate individual. Being the symbol of the birth moment, it also describes your arrival into the world and the pattern of responses this sets up. Your Ascendant (or rising) sign is a powerful indicator of how you feel about yourself.💕

⚡️1st house Sun -the person usually looks proud, illuminated and casirmatic. The charisma of these persons is very noticeable. Many times their hair is noticed because it is like a lion's mane or it melts. They put a lot into their hair and take care of it. I notice that these people often dress in one color or wear various inscriptions, paintings related to childhood (many times you see cartoon T-shirts) or some kind of logos. Many times they like to dress in brands. Many times they come forward very confident, but in reality many times they are not at all. Many times the sun covers up their insecurity or weakness. You know how to enlighten others around you and people with this position are often popular among people. People love you quickly. You almost never experience something very terrible (unless there are aspects and other houses that are darker).

🌙1st house Moon- persons tend to appear more kind, caring and friendly. But they can also come forward capriciously (depending on their mood). Emotions are carried on their face and it is difficult to reveal them. Individuals with the Moon in the 1st House wear their hearts on their sleeves and follow their hearts. They have good intuition and are quick to feel things emotionally. Many times the moon creates a cancer look or makes a person's head rounder. People can have gentle soft appearance, a smiling face, and a yearning for comfort, pleasure, and luxury.

🍀1st house Mercury-people look thinner and taller. Usually, when you talk to them, they come across as very smart and intelligent. Many times there are people who have the energy to talk a lot. Above all, their mind and thinking is in the foreground. Many people can ask them for advice. Mercury also gives many thoughts, which you say out loud. You can practically speak your mind. These people also start talking quickly and are the initiators of topics. Maybe sometimes they say things out loud without meaning to. Many times they have multiple personalities and are never really committed to just one thing. They can quickly change their mind if they are not sure about it. What I also noticed is that in reality they talk a lot because they want to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of silence. They do not like the death of silence and many times they prefer noise.

🧚🏼‍♀️1st house Venus-venus usually gives feminine beauty and many people can find you beautiful. You can often get compliments. Your energy is relaxing and often these people are natural (they like natural beauty). This placement gives you a warm, friendly aura and an elegant air that people find irresistible. These individuals tend to be well liked and exude an aura of warmth, friendliness. These individuals tend to be extremely tolerant, accommodating and often compromise their own inner needs and wishes for the sake of maintaining peace and avoiding conflict. You tend to attract others to you quite readily, and rarely come on too strong or aggressively. Venus in the 1st, you might come across as charming, keen to get on with everyone and oil the wheels. There are people who will make you feel that you can be beautiful no matter what u wear. Although they are either very natural without make-up and especially if they have virgo rising. Or they may be obsessed with doing beauty touch-ups and make-up.

🦋1st house Mars- Mars here can come out all guns blazing, a pattern that may reflect emergencies in the birth experience or the early presence of a rival. There may be a lot of masculine energy here. These people know how to do men's jobs and can come forward quite dominantly and decisively. Their energy is usually more intense, strong and strict. You can have a more athletic body or you can have lots of muscles. Facial features tend to be more severe, strong and dark. Many times they emit more dangerous energy (people can be afraid of them). They are people who react quickly and fight for the things/people they love. Very passionate people. They are fearless and dare a lot. They will always be up for crazy things. What I noticed about these people is that thay often attract some situation that are more aggressive or people that following them or something like that(not always).

🐚1st house Saturn- people tend to look older than they really are. Many times they give off the energy of a parent or a more authoritative energy. They are responsible and serious people who do not like someone who is too childish. Otherwise, these people are non-judgmental, you will rarely ever see them judge someone. They may have weight problems and may fluctuate a lot. Their face is similar to saturn, when you look at their face you can see the shape of saturn. They have reinforced bones, especially if they are thin, their body shape is very noticeable. They usually have tattoos. There is one thing about Saturn people that they don't actually look like some kind of business oriented people, but they actually look opposite of that. Many times darker with my style or even emo style I notice many times. Although mostly more chipped/torn style. They love things that are dark or scary sometimes.

🫧1st house Neptune-this people have a magical outlook and energy. When you're in their presence, you feel like they're not real at all or like they're from a movie. They also have the appearance of a mermaid. They have shiny and pearly eyes. When you look into their eyes, it looks like you will get lost in them. They have hypnotic eyes. Their appearance is usually dreamy and many people cannot define exactly how they see their beauty. They have a very energetically magical approach (many times they leave special energy on others). But they can also draw a lot of other people's energy. People often ask them for help or advice. People can often be shy in front of them because they have celebrities energy. Many times they live in their dream world. Neptune's influence endows the individual with a profound understanding of their innermost personality. Eyes are often grey or blue of a rather cold shade.

🧃1st house Uranus-your energy is above all unique and special. People find you unique and different. You have your own energy. You dare to be different and you like to stand out with your appearance, clothes and opinion. Many times your opinion or view may differ from others. Your style can often be very interesting and you know how to style pieces of clothing that others would never do very well. Things look special on you. With Uranus in the 1st house can be described as having unusual and unconventional qualities that person have. You may have a particular body shape or there may be a part of you that is very different from others and people find that interesting about you. This makes you stand out from the crowd.

💘1st house Jupiter-happiness is with you everywhere. There are many happy coincidences. You have a confident and optimistic energy. People can often see you as someone who always finds a way. You can be a very good teacher to others and have a lot of wisdom about things. Regardless of everything, you always find faith and trust in the things you love to do and trust that things will turn out well. You are a spontaneous person who sees life as full of opportunities. You never stop living and many times you live for the moment. Also gives you a charming and attractive appearance, which will draw people towards you. Your charming personality makes you stand out in a crowd and people admire you for the same. You love learning new things and gathering new experiences by traveling around the world. Your personality may be infused with humor, joy, and generosity. You like to experience things even if you never heard of them before. This is like a challenge to you.

🌌1st house Pluto- Your personality is many times an enigma. Because you always decide how much of yourself you want to share and show to others. Sometimes you can trust the wrong people too quickly, and sometimes it takes a long time to trust new ones. A powerful and transformative placement that can significantly influence a person's life and personality. Although pluto is prominent and the first house is the most expressive house, I would say that sometimes it can be difficult to express how you really feel or to share it with others. It is important that when you meet people / when you are dealing with a certain situation, you always listen to your feelings. It is good to carry a smoky quartz crystal with you. With Pluto you can find strength and courage and show people your strong energy. You can also feel people's souls. The first house is your appearance, it's good to change your appearance evey now or then because that's how you leave the past behind. Also pay attention to the signs around you cuz sometimes people trying to tell you something or the signs itself try to tell you something and you ignored it. Cuz pluto people have the tendency to ignore all of the signs because they don't trust them but it's actually the signs that are good for them (especially if this sign is repeated several times). And many times these people change their appearance when they want to escape from someone or change their life.

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-Rebekah🫧♥️🌙

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thetorturedpoetsfest · 6 days

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We're super excited to announce The Tortured Poets Fest, a Harry Potter themed fest centered around Taylor Swift's newest album! ✨

Calling all writers, artists, and video editors! Below are important dates, rules, and information you'll need to know if you'd like to join in with us. This fest is focused on The Tortured Poets Department — Taylor Swift's newest full-length album released on April 19, 2024.

This fest is open to ALL Harry Potter generations including Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen. All pairings are welcome!

We've also created a little community of participants on Discord to help with round tabling and creativity. We'd love if you joined us! This is an 18+ only fest.

⚡️ Timeline

Sign-Ups Open: April 22, 2024

Sign-Ups Close: May 20, 2024

Submissions Due: June 24, 2024

Posting Begins: July 1, 2024

🌙 Sign-Ups & Claiming

You must complete the Google Form for your sign-up as well as claim your choice of prompt on the AO3 collection.

You may only claim one prompt at a time. If you finish your prompt, you may claim an additional prompt, but you must submit your first prompt as per submission guidelines.

One song prompt can be claimed by multiple people (it's not first come, first serve). You can use a song in any way you like for inspiration — title, lyrics, vibes… You do not need to title your work after the song or use lyrics in any way if you don’t want to.

Collaborations are welcome! Collabs can be illustrated fics, multi-writer fics, multi-artist artworks, etc.

✨ Creating

All ships from all generations are welcome (Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen). This is not a ship-specific or generation-specific fest.

There is a minimum word count of 1,000 words for all submitted fics. For podfics, the recorded story should be a minimum of 1,000 words. There is no maximum for either fics or podfics.

Multi-chapter fics are allowed, but you must finish the first chapter of the fic by the submission deadline.

All works must be tagged appropriately! In light of the mental health topics alive and real in this album, please consider yourself, your fellow participants, and your readers when discussing any themes on mental health in your works.

🏛️ Posting

Posting will begin on July 1, 2024, and the schedule will not be publicly released.

If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask!

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From your Tortured Poets Mods — @imdamagecontrol @wolfpadx @lemonlans @heartsoncover @multiimoments @abz-coralsunset and it's many helpful and incredible organizers who managed to put this whole fest together in a few days' time 🖤

#hp fests #harry potter fest #marauders #marauders era #golden era #harry potter #next gen harry potter #hp fanfic #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic

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thegothicalice · 1 month

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Did I paint Lisa Frankenstein earrings because I couldn’t find merch? Yes, gotta appreciate that artist power⚡️Top from blxckfly on Etsy, moth duster from Hot Topic, boots Demonia, earrings acrylic on wood with found charms.

#ootd #bride of Frankenstein #blxckfly #demonia #fishnets #diy jewelry #hand painted earrings #lisa frankenstein

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dontyoufeelitangel · 1 month

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I found some old vivzie pop art, I deep scrolled her tumblr for this😭

+ my commentary on it.

She called this; archangel Gabriel, will we see them in hazbin? If so, will Gabriel’s design still look like this?

Based on the angels we have seen in the show I think this character design will be scrapped and re-done.

I’m not a furry but ugh I’m a sucker for all these werewolves, out of all vivzies characters, they’re definitely my favorite!!

Do you recognize them? These are Vivzies werewolf characters. They are most well known for their appearances in the Die Young animation.

So um, I’m obsessed, ANYWAYS here’s all their names:

Roxi (pink red yellow, left bottom corner)

Koko (purple sticking out tongue, left bottom corner)

Garfield (black and white checkered, far right)

Mint (mint green, tongue out, bottom middle)

Jiji (light blue body, dark blue hair, main singer in DieYoung, red eyes, gold earrings, middle)

Niquie (small pink, yellow eyes, sitting on Jijis head, top middle)

Whitney (neon yellow, red checkered pattern, middle left)

Dixie (light yellow, red nose and eyes, middle right)

Dani (fluffy black with white long face, light yellow eyes and black freckles, bottom right)

Jaux (pure black fur, white eyes, top middle right)

Gina ( black fluff covering white face, tucked behind Dani and Garfield, right)

From 2013 these are early designs for “angels and demons” which would later be recycled into Hazbin Hotel. The line-up is: Niffty, Husk, (idk who she is someone help me out💀) & crymini.

I love this design of crymini SO MUCH MORE than the newer one.

AAAHAHANNANSNSH I LOVE THIS ONE!!

So this is also from Angels and Demons (which would later become Hazbin hotel)

so the lineup is; Mimzy(she’s stunning), Niffty, Husk, Angel Dust, (that one girl who I don’t know), arackniss, crymini, Baxter, and Alastor.

I love this because we really get a look at the older designs of the Hazbins and also the retired characters that didn’t make it into Hazbin hotel.

Angel dust having a blob fish and an angel fish will never not be funny.

ALSO his design has changed a lot, but sometimes change is good,

Not for me tho lol, I like this old design more than the new one💃

Omg old huskerdust??😍😍 Idk actually, the caption for this was “bros will be bros” 😭

Anyways huskerdust till I die🗣️🗣️

What I find funny about this is how complex Angel dusts design is, and how plain Husk is,

Now in the show it’s the other way around.

Angel dust is drinking orphan tears😞😞

This was the farthest/oldest piece of angel dust art I could find.

Some details: skull on chest, both black eyes, no gold tooth, the amount of eyes, and the colours(duh)

This one haunts me ⚡️⚡️

Back from when Alastor and Mimzy used to be a thing,

Like, hands off my bitch Alastor

Okay this isn’t hazbin or anything,

But honestly as problematic as Vivzie pop is, I really fuck with this ke$ha sketch.

Because as much as I dislike Vivzie, I still love Ke$ha with my whole heart.

So this is angel dust fucking with Mimzy(he’s got her caught up in his webs), there’s also Alastor, husk and some other chick I don’t know.

UGGGHH Mimzys eyes used to be so cute istg

(She’s also matching eyes with Alastor)

On the topic of eyes, Husk is a free soul in this drawing😋😋

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misshoneyimhome · 2 months

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Can you do willy x intern! Where maybe they fight and intern goes on vacay. Girls weekend Where she is bratty and posts a ton of thirst traps to her open insta.... ignoring willy..

Hot ass jealous sex... William riled up and furious. Maybe texting her.... "take that shit down.."

Oh, my love 🤍 Well, of course, I can - or at least I attempted 😉 I'm not the greatest at writing angsty fights 🙃 But it might have turned out alright -

Nevertheless, I still hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Also, please see this request 🖋️🔥

[In case you don't know - "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." is from Dirty Dancing (only one of the greatest movies of all time) 🤍]

Warnings: curse words; semi-public dry-humping; penetrative sex (p in v); pinning; dom!Willy, i guess;

Word count; 6k

「Intern x Willy」 ;

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I see this life, like a swinging vine I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x Willy]

Two days had passed since the gala, and the team was already on their way to their next away game in Winnipeg.

With their bags packed and the bus filled with players, coaches, and a small media team of three, they were all set to hit the road. And it was going to be a long journey.

Usually, the team would have opted for a two-hour flight, but since Project Planet Green had been a significant topic during the gala, someone in management thought it would be a good idea for the Leafs to set an example for the cause of the environment. Which meant enduring a 20-hour bus ride instead of flying to minimise carbon emissions.

Needless to say, nobody was enthusiastic about the idea. But since MLSE had made the decision, the team had to comply.

At the beginning of the journey, you had taken a seat next to Melanie at the front, with Jennifer sitting across the aisle. However, as the conversation gradually shifted from work to more personal topics, seating arrangements seemed to change, and Melanie ended up joining Jennifer instead, leaving you alone.

Which you didn't really mind. In fact, you just took the opportunity to relax and listen to the cheers and laughter coming from the boys in the rows behind you and the coaches.

And with nobody beside you, you could finally check the messages that William had been sending throughout the ride, teasing you intentionally since you couldn't read them in front of Melanie. And you were right; the cheeky lad back there seemed to have been texting a few ideas of what the two of you could do once you reached the hotel.

You bit your lip as you read his messages, thoughts forming in your mind and a smile creeping onto your lips. You were definitely looking forward to reaching your destination.

But then, just as your mind was preoccupied, Auston's voice suddenly echoed through the bus.

"Oh, hey y/n, come join the fun!"

You glanced back at the group, Auston's mischievous grin peeping through and meeting your gaze.

"Yeah, don't be such a downer," Mitch chimed in with a laugh, and you couldn't help but chuckle too.

"Alright."

With a small sigh, you decided to do just that and made your way down the aisle of the bus. However, as you approached the boys, it seemed there was no available seat for you. Looking around, perhaps a bit puzzled, Auston flashed another mischievous grin.

"You know, you can always sit on Willy's lap.”

You hesitated at first, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention from the coaches, but when you saw they were deeply engrossed in discussions about game strategies, you turned to face William. His handsome Swedish face bore a content smirk as he sat by the window next to Timothy.

"Well, why not?" you chuckled lightly, then made your way to sit in your boyfriend's lap. It was a slightly awkward position; you were half sitting close to his groin and half on one thigh.

"Comfortable?" he asked in a low voice behind you, his hands finding your hips for support.

"Mm," you nodded, ensuring you didn't accidentally kick or touch Timmy inappropriately.

And for a little while longer, you simply enjoyed William's subtle touches, along with the laughter, cheesy jokes, and stories coming from the players.

The team was rather excited about tomorrow's match, especially since they had just won against the Jets on home turf. However, as they hadn't been entirely satisfied with the result, they now saw an opportunity to do even better.

Then amidst the sounds of great excitement and anticipation, you suddenly felt the bus hit a few bumps on the road, causing you to bounce slightly in William's lap.

"Oops," you chuckled, feeling his grip on you tighten a bit.

"Easy, babe," he spoke softly, almost in a hushed whisper so no one could overhear. "Wouldn't want you to cause a scene."

You couldn't suppress a light smirk as his voice echoed in your ear. Yet you also recalled the last time you were on the plane, and he had been the one to stir up something naughty.

"Oh, you're one to talk, considering you wanted to join the mile high club last time," you turned your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and flashed him a small smirk.

"Well, that was different," he defended with a grin.

"How so?"

"That was my idea," his hand around your waist tightened just a little as you felt his chest against your back.

You simply laughed at his cheeky remark, though it did ignite a tiny devil within you. And as the bus ride continued and William seemed engrossed in the boyish chatter, you felt tempted to play with fire a little.

With Timothy’s attention turned toward the other lads, you gently and very subtly began grinding your buttocks against William's groin.

"What are you doing, baby?" His voice came out in a husky whisper.

"Hmm, don't know, maybe I'm just... getting comfortable," you spoke with a grin, not even looking at him. Instead, you focused on the ongoing conversation while letting your hips sway a little extra.

"I think you're doing just fine..."

"Hm, maybe."

You knew you were teasing him, just as he always teased you when you were around the team and had to maintain some distance. Just like he was with his suggestive messages.

William couldn't help but force a casual smile as his member slowly grew under your sensual motions. An increasing need for more than just light grinding began to form within him.

And you knew your plan was working when you heard his heavy breathing and subtle grunts escaping his lips. His fingers dug into your hips, and his bulge pressed against you.

"Not fair..." he murmured softly, his thigh muscles clenching underneath you as his member pressed against the fabric of his boxers and sweats.

"Well, maybe that's just payback for you sending me those messages..." you remarked flirtatiously, giving your hips a little extra sway as the bus picked up speed on the highway.

"Oh, those were just for when we get to the hotel, but it seems we need to change things up a bit now," he grinned against your ear, giving you a teasing hip thrust back.

"Bring it on, Nylander."

Despite both of you being worked up from the teasing - almost having to sneak off for a quickie during one of the pit stops - the little sleep you got on the bus didn’t leave you with much energy for a round of sex at the hotel.

And soon, you found yourselves preparing for the upcoming match for the night. Fortunately, this match held a little more excitement and goals this time. More importantly, the Leafs won 4-2.

However, just as you were finishing up after the match with David and Peter, Brad suddenly interrupted and pulled you aside. Surprised by his sudden action, you feared that he'd decided to report you and William, potentially putting your relationship in jeopardy.

But when he sat before you in the physio room, providing a bit of privacy, his message was different.

"Miss y/l/n," he said in a calm tone, which eased your nerves a bit, though you still couldn't entirely decipher his expression. "We've discussed matters within the management team, and considering the upcoming All-Star event next weekend, we think it might be beneficial for you to take a few days off before the big weekend."

You were baffled. You'd been working tirelessly for the past weeks for this event, and now they were suggesting days off? That was a little unlike them. But then he continued.

"We understand that you've played a significant role in the planning and coordination, which we greatly appreciate. That's precisely why we want to ensure you have all the energy you need for the event. Your presence will be crucial, and we're committed to taking care of our staff to prevent burnout. You've consistently shown dedication, even joining road trips without notice. It's only fair that you have proper rest."

Stunned by the suggestion, you were also extremely grateful. It was something you had needed for weeks, if not months. Especially considering the many invitations from your girlfriends that you had had to turn down, this would be an excellent opportunity to catch up with some of them.

"Oh, well, thank you! That's very much appreciated," you flashed Brad a grateful smile before wrapping up the conversation.

You couldn't wait to rush back to the hotel and tell William, however, when you finally finished up at the Bell MTS Place, he was already fast asleep in bed, not up for anything intimate.

At least not until you returned from the road trip. As soon as you were back in Toronto on Sunday, you couldn't keep your hands off each other the moment you entered William's condo. It was almost frantic, as if you couldn't strip down fast enough or touch each other enough. You wanted to feel every inch of skin, exploring each other fully, with your mouths connected at all times.

In the soft glow of the bedroom's dimmed lights, William made love to you. It wasn't the tender, gentle lovemaking, but rather passionate and intense. His movements were firm and determined, yet he ensured you reached climax at least twice before focusing on his own pleasure.

And it didn't take long for him to reach the brink of climax.

It was almost amusing how quickly William could reach his peak but considering the teasing and anticipation between you during the short trip, it was understandable.

And it was nothing short of perfect, and soon you found yourselves entwined in each other's arms, sharing heartfelt conversation as you enjoyed a post-sex bath. Completely relaxed and utterly satisfied, you leaned against his chest, your head resting slightly on him as he tenderly caressed your body beneath the warm water.

"Mmm, I love you," he mumbled into your damp hair, eliciting a smile from your lips.

"I love you too, Willy," you replied softly, attempting to turn in his embrace to meet his eyes. "I just can't believe I won't see you for a few days," you added with a crooked smile. However, William lifted an eyebrow at your remark.

"What do you mean? You know you can stay here even though you're off from work," he emphasised, his tone a bit firmer than you'd like.

"Yeah, I know, but I also feel like it's good to have time to catch up with my girls, so I'm not even sure if I'll be around much," you tried to explain, maintaining a soft tone. However, you were only met with a ‘hm’ and a huff from your boyfriend behind you as he finished the bath in silence.

And after getting dried up and dressed in an oversized t-shirt, you joined William in his kitchen where he was already searching for late-night snacks, clad in his boxers.

"Willy, what's wrong?" you inquired, sensing his mood shift from happy and calm to suddenly irritated.

"Nothing," he replied tersely, moving around the kitchen as if nothing was amiss. But he didn't have you convinced for a moment.

"Babe, clearly something's bothering you... and I want you to share it with me. You need to communicate your thoughts, otherwise, I can't do anything about it," your voice took on a sterner and more confident tone as you stood with crossed arms facing him. And finally, William turned to meet your gaze, letting out a deep sigh.

"I just don't understand why you suddenly have to go away," he admitted. "I mean, we finally have a few days off, so why can't you just stay here?"

His words surprised you slightly. Why was he suddenly so insistent on keeping you around?

"Because I spend literally every day with you," you tried to reason.

"Yeah, but that's with the team," William's voice suddenly rose in volume.

"Not always!" you defended. "When I'm not at work, I'm here, at YOUR place, together with YOU," you pointed out.

"For a few hours, maybe! But then either of us always has to work. We eat, sleep, fuck, and work. That's all we do."

"Because that's how our lives are! You chose your career, and I've chosen mine... We both knew this is how it would be, Willy..."

"Don't you think I know that?" he shouted.

"Then what's this about all of a sudden?"

You were baffled. Never before had you had an argument with Willy like this – perhaps only the time he got jealous when you dated someone else, but that was a long time ago, and now you were in a committed relationship.

"I just don't want you to go around and risk doing something stupid – if you haven't noticed, you've been getting quite a lot of attention lately!"

"So that's what this is all about?" you huffed sarcastically, amused. "Me getting attention? That's what you're so upset about."

"I'm not upset that you're getting attention, y/n!"

"Then what is your problem? I'm finally being recognised for being great at my job, and you're just being jealous instead of supportive!"

"I am supporting you! You just don't know how to handle the media. You're not trained for it."

"Oh, so now I'm NOT good at my job, is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not... that's not what I'm saying!"

"Then what are you saying? That I'm just your stupid little girlfriend, who's not allowed to be out in public because YOU'RE too afraid that I'll get too much attention, huh?"

You felt the tears pressing on, and though you did everything to hold them back, you couldn't. You were too angry and frustrated by his sudden need to start a fight. An unnecessary fight, in your opinion.

"Well, yeah, maybe I am!" he spat. "Because if you're going to act like a wild child with your girlfriends, knowing that people are interested in you, then YES, you are stupid..."

"Oh, wow...wow, Willy, that's mature! Who even says I'm going to act out? And for the record, you shouldn't really be the one to act all smart and reasonable, since you're the one who's out partying every fucking off-season, sticking your cock into every pulsating vagina you can find!"

You knew it was a low blow as soon as you said it, but it wasn't entirely a lie. Yet your comment struck a sensitive nerve within William, a nerve he most likely didn't even know he had, and suddenly it was like his entire world collapsed.

"Fine! If that's what you want, then don't let me hold you back! Like I always fucking do, right? Go out and have fun with your fucking girlfriends. I don't even give a shit anymore!"

His hand slammed on the kitchen counter, his breaths heavy as he leaned over and didn't even bother to look you in the eyes.

You couldn't help but feel your heart break a little. His carelessness about your need for freedom and a little time away from the hectic life you had.

You felt as if you'd been beaten all over by William, as if your body was covered in invisible bruises. Your heart split in half and all senses of emotions torn apart, you let the tears stream freely down your cheeks.

"Fine..." you whispered dryly under your breath, not even trying to hold back the crying as you walked away from him, heading straight to the bedroom and bathroom to collect your belongings. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you put on your coat and shoes, leaving William on his own.

As you waited for the lift, a small part of you hoped for him to come running and apologise for the fight. But as you heard the ding, signalling the lift's arrival, and you descended to the ground floor before exiting the apartment building, he never showed. He had let you leave in silence, not even trying to stop you. And now you were on your way back to your own place.

Still frozen in his position, William let the situation replay in his mind. Was this it? Had he lost you? Just like he'd lost every girl who ever came near him. Yet a part of him wasn't entirely ready to let you go. His heart belonged to you; he couldn't deny that. And as he stood there in his kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a wave of regret wash over him.

But was it too late?

Two days later, you didn't feel much better.

Despite Clara's best efforts to cheer you up with a spontaneous girl spa trip, you couldn't fill the void the fight with William had left in your heart. Or at least where your heart used to be.

As you'd stormed away from his place, you immediately contacted Clara, one of your closest girlfriends. Clara was the one to turn to when you needed your mind distracted. Always the funny, spontaneous one, who often followed her intuition and never cared about what others thought of her.

You often admired her for it. The way she could act so freely and down-to-earth inspired you, especially considering your penchant for planning and organising. Which served you well in your job, but in your social life, it had always been a challenge, especially after starting the internship.

Clara had always been the one to invite you to various events – girls' night out, weekend trips, and more – and you'd often have to turn them down. So, when you were suddenly the one to reach out to her, she immediately dropped everything and quickly arranged this little spa trip with two other girls. That was just the way she was.

And it hadn't been a bad idea at all. In fact, you were quite enjoying yourself, far away from the hockey arena and the players. Yet, your mind couldn’t help but occasionally drift to William and the fight, something that still tied knots in your stomach.

"Hey," Clara spoke, snapping her fingers in front of your face as you lay by the indoor pool, enjoying the view of the breath-taking Canadian nature. "Whoever is on your mind, you need to forget about them."

"How did you-"

"Oh, I'm reading you like an open book, babe! Come on... I know you can't tell me who it is, but you've got to get over whatever happened," she said, sitting upright and turning to face you. "He might be amazing and great in bed, but you're an amazing woman too – and he does not get to tell you otherwise!"

Another thing about Clara: she didn't let any man control her life, maybe besides her father, but that was only because he had had the money until she got her own business up and running. But now, her face would be right next to the words "independent, strong woman" if you ever looked it up.

Letting out a sigh, you faced her as well. "I know, it's just... we had a fight, and... in a way, I feel guilty because I know I love him. I just – I need space sometimes. To be myself and not have to worry about what he thinks," you tried to explain, not wanting to come off too annoyed with William, even though he had pushed you over the edge.

"Well, then how about we show him exactly what he's missing?"

"Oh... you've got that look," you chuckled lightly, studying Clara's mischievous expression.

"What look?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"That look where you've got an idea, and I know it's trouble."

"Well, of course it's trouble! Have you met me? Come on, let's go have some fun."

With that, Clara grabbed your hand, and on the way to the hotel room, she ordered a bottle of Champagne. She turned on the speakers and put on a playlist filled with the greatest tunes from female artists throughout the centuries. Then dancing around in your bikinis, silky robes, clinging glasses, and pouring down the finest bubbles, you couldn't help but pose and strut as the girls snapped photos of each other.

It was a truly memorable time, just four girls hanging out, letting you completely recharge before the big All-Star weekend. And more importantly, not thinking about William.

Instead, you decided to dress up nicely, going all out on hair and makeup before a lovely dinner at the restaurant. And amidst girl talk and glamour, you couldn't resist taking a few more shots of how gorgeous you looked.

And tonight, you weren't working or surrounded by the hockey team. Tonight, you were y/n fucking y/l/n, and no one was going to keep you down.

After a couple more glasses of wine and an incredible four-course dinner, you felt a certain temptation to play a little with fire. Feeling a little too cocky, perhaps, and naturally encouraged by the girls, you decided to show your Instagram followers just how great you could look. In a bikini, in a towel, a tight dress – with the quote: "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." And as soon as you pressed post, the photos were out for the world to see.

Needless to say, it didn't take long before likes and comments flooded your Instagram: flirtatious messages, some even wanting to buy pictures from you, and more.

But what really stood out was the text you received from William about an hour later.

"Are you crazy? You can't post that, babe!"

Ah, so this was how you got his attention. He could ignore you after a fight, letting you walk away, but as soon as you showed a little skin on social media, he suddenly responded quickly. But you didn't feel like dealing with him right now. You were enjoying your time away, feeling satisfied with the pictures of yourself.

But William didn't let it go.

"Take that shit down! Now!" he persisted.

You tried your best to ignore him, focusing on your girls instead. But he wasn't having it.

"If this is just to get me mad and jealous, it's working, baby. OK!?"

You could feel a little smirk slowly creeping onto your lips, a sense of satisfaction at how you'd gotten him down on his knees. Yet a slight pang, just a small one, of regret also struck your heart.

You didn't truly want to upset William like that. All you wanted was for him to understand that you were your own person, not just an intern working tirelessly day and night to keep the hockey team and their managers happy.

And maybe, just maybe, it was also the fact that you had to keep your relationship a secret that challenged you both in many ways. But it was the relationship you both had chosen, and though it wasn't easy, you couldn't ignore the fact that you did love him.

Of course, you did. But for now, you were still mad at William and decided not to respond immediately. Instead, you ignored him, posted a few more photos of your girls' trip, before you turned your focus back to Toronto.

As soon as you were back in the city, you finally felt ready to reply to William's texts.

But not to apologise. Not yet, at least.

"Sorry babe, but you're not the boss of me."

You knew it was a risky message to send. For one, you didn’t know if William was still angry, and maybe this kind of text could push him to end things. And two, it could also push William to do something unexpected. Much like the time he fucked you against his window, or the time he got jealous because you went on a date with another guy, or on New Year's when he fucked you in the bathroom even though his team was around, or the latest incident at the MLSE Gala Event when he fucked you in the wardrobe. William definitely had the audacity to act impulsively.

"Get to my place when you're back. Need to talk to you."

And. you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the message.

"Only if you ask nicely," you simply replied.

"This is me asking nicely.”

"Well, that's not good enough."

Though you felt content about standing your ground and not letting him dictate what you should do, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of sadness. You truly didn't want things to end like this, but you were also convinced that you didn’t need to apologise for anything. You were a strong and independent woman, and he needed to realise that.

But as you were unpacking and tidying up your place to prepare for another hectic work week, you were suddenly interrupted by a forceful knock on your door.

Maybe Clara had forgotten to give you something?

But it wasn't Clara. As soon as you unlocked the door, it was forced open by none other than William. Without hesitation, he walked straight past you and into your living space. His tense body language exuded nothing but annoyance, and his facial expression lacked any hint of a smile.

"Willy! You can't just barge in here like that," you told him with as much confidence as you could muster, closing the door behind you. "I can't do this again right now."

"Well, you have to," he spoke back firmly, turning to face you. He wasn't exactly angry, he wasn't shouting, but he held a stern facial expression, and you knew you had to meet his strong composure. "Because I'm not okay with what you did on that trip."

"Well, I don't care. I did what I did, alright? Get over it!"

"You know I can't do that," he took a step closer to you, standing so close that you could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. "You did exactly what I said you would... something stupid. Don't you know that everyone can see what you posted? And how the media will react."

"Of course, I know that, Willy. I'm not an idiot!"

"Then why are you acting like one?"

"I don't know!" you suddenly heard yourself admit, completely out of breath. "Maybe I just felt like it – maybe I just wanted to show that I was more than just some stupid little intern that nobody takes seriously."

William's expression frowned a little, and then his voice rose. "You don't think anybody takes you seriously? y/n, you have the entire world in front of you, and you're ruining it for yourself. Everyone admires you, compliments your work every single day. You could go anywhere after this; do you even know that?"

"Oh no, don't you dare make this about me and my career, when we both know that you're just pissed because I posted those photos, and you got all jealous."

"Of course, I got jealous!"

"Then just fucking trust me!”

As if that was the last button you could press, William suddenly used his size to his leverage, guiding you to step backward until your back met the door. And then he clashed his lips onto yours, his hands holding your face as he pulled you close to him.

And though you tried to push him away, trying to catch your breath, William just pulled you back in again. Eager to have his tongue taste yours, he bit down on your lower lip and forced it to enter, past your lips and into your warmth.

It was sloppy and messy, yet passionate. You could feel how much he desired to have you close to him, and though you tried to convince your mind that you wanted him to let go, you failed. Instead, almost instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck, welcoming his embrace and the taste of his tongue on yours.

William's hands moved to support himself against the door, with a hand on either side of your head, as the intensity of the kiss increased. Air was stolen from your lungs, as his mouth hungrily exploring yours as if he had been starved for days.

And so had you. Though you had been angry with him, furious about the way he had acted, you immediately fell under his spell again. Feeling the warmth of him so near had you once more surrendering to his love.

Breaking the kiss, both of you breathed heavily, and William rested his forehead against yours. "So, you don’t think I’m the boss of you?" he inquired darkly, prompting you to look intensely up at him, biting your lip, and gently shake your head.

Flashbacks of your first night together at this place coursed through your mind as that had been another time when William had acted out of jealousy, and you were beyond intrigued to find out what he had in mind for you this time.

You couldn’t even think twice before he hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, where he not so carefully dropped you. Clothes were quickly discarded from your body, as William had no intention of spending much time on that part, and shortly you found yourself fully naked in front of him.

His eyes stared intensely down at you as he stood before the bed, taking in every inch of you, only breaking his gaze when he pulled his shirt over his head. His baggy jeans followed suit, and you had to do your best to control your breath as you followed his every move.

You could see how his member must be throbbing, tucked away in his boxers as he knelt onto the mattress between your legs, leaning over and once again connecting your lips, pushing you down.

William asserted his dominance, pinning your hands firmly down beside your head as he pressed his hardness against your eager core.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured huskily in your ear. "I can feel how wet you are through my boxers."

"Yes, Willy," you moaned softly. "I'm dripping for you..."

Your voice, though strong, betrayed your neediness, signalling your readiness to be taken.

You were almost surprised by how quickly he had changed your mind, but not entirely. The moment his lips met yours again, you remembered exactly why you loved him, and you didn't care what anyone else thought anymore.

Then breaking the kiss, William left you breathless once more as he shed his last piece of clothing, returning to you in missionary position. He guided your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers as the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

"Say you're mine..."

"I'm all yours."

With one forceful thrust, William buried himself deep inside you, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Pulling back almost entirely, he then plunged back in, creating a loud slap of skin meeting skin.

"Damn right," he muttered, picking up the pace, his hips rocking and driving into you with determination. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips, granting him better access.

You lost yourself in the intensity of his thrusts, your moans escaping you uncontrollably as he pounded into you with a rapid rhythm. It was both forceful and passionate, William showing you just how much he craved you, relishing in the sound of your incoherent cries. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Willy, fuck... feels so good," you moaned, feeling your orgasm building.

But then, he pulled back, releasing your hands and placing your calves on his shoulders before leaning over and driving back into you, hitting your deepest spots with precision. Your hands found his strong arms, gripping tightly as he continued his relentless assault, thrusting hard and fast, almost overstimulating you with pleasure as you cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh, Willy... I'm gonna come..." you practically screamed as he showed no signs of slowing down, your nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck, come for me, baby!" he urged, his words lost in the cacophony of skin slapping against skin.

And with his encouragement, you let out a loud cry, your head falling back into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your screams filled the room as he ruthlessly fucked you through your intense orgasm, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you.

Then as he released your legs from his shoulders, he leaned down to your neck, his hand finding your throat to put a light pressure on. And his breath was hot against your skin as he murmured between moans. "That's it, baby..."

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself surrendering completely to the moment of passionate rough sex. Sweat coated his skin as he continued his vigorous movements, lost in the heat of the moment.

"I want to tell the fucking world that you're mine, baby... only mine."

In the haze of pleasure, your overstimulated brain struggled to grasp every sensation as you were overwhelmed by yet another orgasm, and your lips moved instinctively to respond to William's words. "Yes, Willy... tell them."

Feeling the tightness of your muscles around him, William let out a deep grunt as he surrendered to his own climax. Without warning, he released his cum inside you, his hips rocking a few more times to ensure he emptied himself completely, before finally stilling.

For a moment, you both remained still, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and regain your strength. William could feel your cunt pulsating around his cock, your shared wetness between you a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

It was hot. Messy and hot.

The air felt heavy in the little space of your home, as you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and silently found comfort. You lingered with him inside you a little longer, running your fingers through his thick, sticky hair before offering a shy smile.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say, the words carrying more weight than you had anticipated. William's response was immediate.

"Me too, baby... I'm so sorry," he echoed, his sincerity evident in his voice.

It felt necessary for both of you to vocalise your regrets, acknowledging where you stood with each other. Yet, there was still a sense that more needed to be discussed.

After William withdrew from you slowly and you both quickly cleaned up, you returned to the bed and nestled under the duvet. Resting your head on his chest, you traced gentle patterns on his skin with your fingertips.

"I meant what I said," he suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "I want to tell everyone."

You regarded him intensely, unsure of how to react as you processed his words. But before you could respond, he continued.

“I’m not sure I can do this, y/n… I hate myself for feeling this way, but all I want is to show how much I love you.”

His gaze drifted away from you as he spoke, his eyes fixating on the ceiling before returning to meet yours.

You stretched out your arms, observing the beautiful man beneath you. “I know you love me, Willy. You don’t have to shout it to the world for me to hear you,” you whispered softly.

His thumb traced gentle circles on your arm as he attempted to speak again, but then something unexpected happened. A solitary tear escaped from the corner of his eye. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

Though his voice remained steady, his eyes betrayed his vulnerability.

“You’ll never lose me, Willy,” you reassured him, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. “Not to anyone. No matter what.”

He took a deep breath as he gazed into your eyes, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Seems like you were right…” he finally managed to form a light smile. “I’ll never be the boss of you, baby, because you’ll always have the power over me. Whether I like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but return his soft smile.

“Well, then I suppose I should use this power for good rather than evil,” you chuckled lightly. “I love you, Willy.”

It was the perfect ending to a situation you had hoped would never happen. Yet, in a way, it also felt as if it had brought you both much closer.

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Heyday Hero - A Valentine's Story - Mature!Marcus Moreno

This is a story set in the Heyday Hero Universe. You might wanna read that one first if you haven't already.

Summary: Marcus pulls out all the stops to make your first Valentine's Day together really super!

Pairing: Mature!Marcus Moreno x Mature/CurvyF!Reader (No name of reader. It’s you, bub. However Reader is of a similar age to Marcus, who I have made 52 in this story, and Reader is more on the curvier side in body type. Otherwise a blank slate. Images for aesthetic, no reference to Reader.)

Word Count: 7.2k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/Triggers: Both Marcus & Reader have REAL bodies, and very real middle age spread/coming to terms with ageing & feeling obsolete.

Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral M & F receiving/fingering - Marcus has superpower hands⚡️/lots of kissing/schmaltzy romance/Marcus doesn't fuck, he makes love/all the flowers and pancake mush you can swallow/Marcus being the perfect, romantic fool

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies! 🥰 I just had to revisit these two love birds on this heart day. Love you all so much! 😘

MAIN MASTERLIST | MARCUS MORENO MASTERLIST

HEYDAY HERO <- Main Story

Enjoy! 🖤

The early morning Austin sun casts a warm glow over Marcus's garden as he ambles among the clusters of vibrant blooms swaying gently in the Texan breeze.

Clipping blush peonies with thoughtful precision, his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Missy and you; the two women in his life showering him with more love in abundance than he could ever wish for.

Fragrant petals whisper to him in the gentle flurry, carrying the promise of a special day he’s woken up to. A day that, for so long, had seemed so mundane - another day ending in a Y. So pointlessly lonely. Just ordinary in his solace without a partner to share the topical mushiness with, even if it was rife with capitalist sentiment sponsored by the fat cats at Hallmark.

Lost in contemplation as he prunes and snips at stems, Marcus's thoughts are a blend of affection and giddy anticipation, and he can’t wait to see his daughter smile as she inhales in the perfumed fragrance of the florals he’s chosen just for her.

Despite the lack of a romantic partner since the passing of his wife and Missy's mother, his Valentine’s Days since were about showering Missy with love and appreciation, something that she initially resisted, stomping into her unruly teens and it being branded “uncool” to spend time with her father fussing over her as she was reaching maturity.

But he still upheld that tradition nonetheless.

Now a headstrong woman in her thirties, she could appreciate that effort and often sought it out willingly as she would snuggle in closer to him when watching a movie together after a hard day of fighting the world’s enemies and threats, and he would smile as she fell asleep snoring into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and subsequently leaving a patch of drool on it.

But as much as the superhero father-daughter duo loved one another, Marcus missed the companionship of a partner he could shower with hopelessly romantic sentiment and love of a more intimate kind.

That was until he met you.

Over the course of the last six months, yours and Marcus’s relationship has bloomed and flourished, much like his garden, evolving into a softly hedonistic timeline woven with shared experiences, laughter, and genuine affection.

Despite the exciting journey you’re both on, you both carry unspoken anxieties that occasionally cast shadows on the picturesque canvas of your budding romance.

Your dates were a delightfully regular mix of adventures - whether exploring museums, cozying up at home with a homemade dinner and a classic movie, or exploring the wonderland of nature.

And Marcus still can’t get your first meeting out of his mind. The date that solidified it all for him.

He was mesmerised by you, and still is, fearing some days he’ll wake up and realise it’s all been some wondrous dream where he subconsciously created and crafted you from the moulds of his inert loneliness.

He glances over to the sun loungers by the pool, and his cock pulls tight in his jeans, remembering the two of you sat in one together, listening to your words as you read from your book to him, only a few days ago as the sun set into a fiery orange sky.

He can smell the scent of your skin again now as the tepid heat warmed it as he had you in his arms, basking in the dying rays as he buried himself inside of you from behind. His nose running tracks against the back of your neck as his fingers drew circles on your clit, bringing you to soaring heights without ever leaving the ground.

With the book discarded to the patio, his big hands were resting and stroking on the crinkles of your tummy skin as he whispered how beautiful you are, nipping on your earlobe as the sky blushed above you, an expansive voyeur to your lovemaking.

The gentle, yet enthusiastic, pace of your relationship allows you to savour each moment, creating a foundation of tentative understanding and trust. Yet, as the seasons change, the passage of time invokes subtle insecurities that bleed in uninvited.

It’s human nature, he supposes. Marcus, a retired superhero, whose body had once effortlessly defied gravity, now finds himself grappling with the harsh realities of ageing. The occasional ache and stiffness serve as reminders of the physical toll his heroic past has taken on him.

You, too, are confronted with your own insecurities when you stand in front of the mirror, naked after a shower, and notice things aren't as supple or as perky as they used to be. The mirage of eternal youth begins to dissipate, sands falling in the glass, replaced by the acknowledgement of lines that trace the stories of your laughter, and the gradual changes of a sinking gravity that comes with the eventual movement of time.

As the months towards his retirement from the Heroics had unfolded, Marcus began to notice the subtle changes in his body - the creaky echoes of years spent in the pursuit of justice. The once effortless movements that defined his superhero heydays were now accompanied by a quiet reminder of the toll taken on his physical form.

Morning stiffness became a familiar companion as Marcus greeted the dawn - a stiffness of a different, less exciting kind.

The pops in his joints were like a cacophony of irritating reminders, a natural clicking chorus that played out, despite him being an unwilling conductor, as he rose from his bed. Aches manifested in areas that once bore the brunt of intense physical exertion.

His shoulders, which had once easily carried the weight of the world, now bore the imprints of past struggles. Welted, faded scars of times when he came close to exchanging his life so others could live, adorned him. White, little lines of jagged lightning against the golden skin that you would run your fingers or tongue over, bringing about a sensual healing in the layers of his marred epidermis with your explorative and worshipping ministrations.

On some days, Marcus found himself pausing to stretch, a conscious effort to ease the tightness that settled into his muscles. The warm-up routine, once a prelude to high-flying acrobatic adventures, now became a ritual to navigate the nuances of a body shaped by years of gritty heroism.

Yet, despite the stark, physical reminders of ageing, Marcus approached each day with resilience and a quiet acceptance. The aches were not signals of defeat but rather markers of a life well-lived, a testament to the now grey hero who had faced challenges head-on and emerged with stories of grandeur etched into the fabric of his being.

Observant and empathetic, you stood by Marcus's side as he navigated these physical aches and pains on the mornings you woke up together.

Your gentle massages and understanding glances spoke volumes, creating a space where the vulnerabilities of ageing became threads that wove you both closer together.

He thinks back to the way your hands glide over his body and soon distract him from the aches to another ache weighing heavy between his legs. The more pleasant vareity of morning stiffness.

His ears are soon filled with your gasps and moans as he zones out under the morning sun, thinking back to mornings waking with you wrapped around him as he slipped inside you and worked you both out.

In that tranquil corner of the garden, surrounded by the coveted peace of nature, Marcus confronts the uncertainties, but the happiness he feels quells any of that self-doubt in an instance.

The kitchen, the epicentre of Marcus’s world now, soon becomes a hub of activity as Marcus sets about creating a special morning feast on the day of San Valentín.

The aroma of homemade pancakes fills the air, mingling with the scents of freshly brewed coffee and tarte fruity berries. The vase of peonies adorns the table, adding a touch of colour to the special breakfast spread he’s prepared all morning with love and care.

As Missy enters the kitchen, hair damp and bedraggled, the mild surprise melting away the sleep in her battered eyes, Marcus can't help but beam.

"Happy Valentine's Day, kiddo," he says, presenting her with the hand-cut bouquet.

Missy's eyes light up with unbridled joy as she accepts the vase of flowers with a kiss on the side of his fuzzy face. "Dad, these are beautiful. Thank you."

“Only the best for my muñeca. Sit, I made you some breakfast.” (Doll.)

“You’re not having breakfast with your lovely lady?”

“We’re spending the rest of the day together. I've made plans.” His eyes light up as he says it, pouring out hot coffee.

"Sneaky." Missy smirks.

“This morning is just for you and me.”

“Makes a change not to see you two half-naked and draped all over each other. You know, these walls are paper thin.”

“Shut up.” Marcus says, evidently blushing.

“I ought to file a complaint, I’m sure it violates some building code… loud noises.”

“Or you could just stay at your place?” He suggests with a grin.

“Pffft. That’ll never happen.”

In the days leading up to Missy and you meeting for the first time - which was inevitable really considering how often your paths had almost crossed with Missy using her key at any God given time of day - Marcus hadn’t been able to shake a lingering sense of angst. He found himself caught in the crossroads of two important relationships intermingling in his life, and the fear of you both not getting along tugged at the edges of his erratic thoughts.

As he’d prepared the house for your official get-together, Marcus couldn't help but second guess his decision. What if you didn't hit it off? The worry gnawed at him, the uncertainty of your connection becoming a lead weight on his broad shoulders and making him feel somewhat nauseous at the prospect of facing a choice.

He tried to distract himself with preparations, arranging a small dinner, which soon became over the top due to the stress-cooking that ensued, and ensuring the atmosphere was comfortable.

But every now and then, a wave of anxiety washed over him despite Missy reminding him that he was worrying over nothing.

If she makes you this goofy, Dad, then I already love her… Missy'd remarked as he clattered about clumsily with pans.

When the hour finally arrived, Marcus did his best to hide his apprehension despite his squally gut. As Missy and you exchanged greetings, he observed your interactions with a hopeful, yet anxious, heart.

The initial moments were filled with small talk, and Marcus found himself holding his breath, waiting for a sign that you were connecting, and shucking in deep breaths of oxygen when you subtly reminded him to breathe, observing him turn a shade of purple and giving his thigh a reassuring squeeze.

Of course, Marcus needn't have worried - Missy and you got on like a house on fire.

Laughter began to flow naturally, and conversations unfolded effortlessly. The tension in Marcus's shoulders eased as he witnessed his daughter and new partner finding common ground, especially in teasing him, it appeared.

Marcus smirks as he places a plate under Missy’s nose.

“Heart-shaped, chocolate chip pancakes? You trying to woo me, Dad?”

“Just showing the love for my amazing daughter.”

“Why, what are you after?” Smiling, she pours the raspberry syrup over the stack.

“Nothing. Just want you to know how special you are to me is all.” He mumbles quietly with pink cheeks frazzling under his thick rimmed specs.

"Your love is causing me to gain five pounds." She muses.

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding over to the skin on her shoulder now revealed as she ties back her hair.

She glances down at the rather large and angry bruise and back at her father’s concerned eyes.

“I can handle it, Dad.” She reminds him as he visibly tenses.

“I know. But I’m always going to worry. Even if you are a Moreno badass.”

She laughs and then sighs, pulling her cardigan on and covering up the bruise. “Comes with the territory, right?"

He nods, sadly. "It does."

Missy picks up her fork to dig in and then hesitates. "Did you... did you ever have those days when you thought about throwing in the towel?”

Marcus nods again. “All the time.”

As Marcus reminisces about his past, memories of battles lost and wounds endured flood his mind like unwelcome guests crashing a solemn reunion. There were moments etched in his memory with the vividness of fresh lacerations - times when victory had slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving behind scars that ran deeper than mere flesh and bone.

“How did you keep going? How did you… find the strength?” She sighs and Marcus can only helplessly observe the features of her own face, young, but carrying that weight of the world is starting to age her quicker than he would like.

He remembers the deafening roar of explosions echoing in the night as he fought valiantly against insurmountable odds, only to find himself battered and broken, his spirit and pride bruised more than his body.

There were battles where the enemy's strength seemed limitless, where every blow landed with the force of a freight train, threatening to crush his resolve beneath its weight.

In the aftermath of defeat, Marcus found himself questioning everything he had once believed in. The wounds he bore were not just physical; they were a reflection of the doubts and insecurities that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.

He considered putting away his katanas many, many times, walking away from the life of a hero and leaving behind the chaos and destruction that seemed to follow in his wake.

But even in the darkest moments of despair, a flicker of hope remained - a stubborn ember that refused to be extinguished. It was the memory of those he had sworn to protect, the faces of innocence that haunted his dreams and whispered words of encouragement in the depths of his despair mid-fight.

Marcus leans over the counter on his arms and pinches a raspberry from Missy’s plate.

“For you. I wanted to make the world a better place for you to grow up in. Safe.”

Missy smiles like a dim bulb about to burn out as she eats. “You did a pretty good job of that, Dad. I've had some big shoes to fill.”

He smiles, running his tongue around the raspberry pips now lodged in his teeth.

“You’re doing great, kiddo.”

He reaches for another raspberry and she bats his hand away as he chuckles.

“You know, you’re the only man who's ever gotten me flowers…” She says a few minutes later, eyeing the fluffy heads with a slight dip on her face, and Marcus can’t help but furrow his brow in unison.

Missy looks up at her father with twinkly eyes that mirror the melting chips in the pancakes. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Te quiero mucho, mucho.” (I love you very, very much.) He nods as they eat together.

“I should get going-” Missy states after she finishes her plate, which only seems to be after a few hefty shovels.

“No, stay.”

“As much as I love being a third wheel, it’s Valentine’s Day.” She reminds him.

“Hey.” Marcus takes her elbow gently. “You know this is your home, you're always welcome here, no matter what. I always want you here.”

“I know. But you guys should do the whole love thing today. Alone.”

“What about you?” He asks, concerned at the thought of Missy sitting alone in her apartment on the most love-filled day of the year.

“I’ll be fine.” She assures with a tight smile. “Might see if Miss Starlight or Renegade wanna hang. We can all be lonely and miserable together.” She snorts.

A thoughtful pause follows before Marcus tentatively broaches the idea. "Have you ever thought about giving online dating a try? You know, like the dating app profile you made for me? I hear it’s all the rage these days."

Missy raises an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on her face, "Dad, are you suggesting I join the world of swipes and emojis? Because that ship has long sailed. I’m knee deep in dilfs on the regular." She grins.

Marcus chuckles nervously, "I have no idea what any of that means.”

“Probably best.”

“Well, I mean, it's one way to meet people. You might find someone who appreciates your eloquent wit and charm."

“Don’t forget the potty mouth.”

“That too,” he smiles. “I know what it’s like. Being the world’s hero leaves you somewhat… lonely. I don't want that for you.”

Missy nods contemplating. “I’ve been giving it some thought.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you two seem really happy together. I guess I miss having that sometimes.”

Marcus, feigning surprise, replies, "Really? Well, I guess you can thank your old man for staying on top of the trends and leading by example."

Missy rolls her eyes playfully, "Oh, I will, Dad. You're my dating app guru now."

“Hardly.” He scoffs.

“This is true, you lucked out on round one. You didn’t get to kiss any gnarly toads or do the walk of shame.”

“The walk of shame?”

“I'll tell you about it when you’re older some day,” Missy quips with a grin.

There’s always a subtle restlessness, a physical awareness that manifests in the anticipation of your next meeting.

The memory of your kiss lingers on his lips, he can still taste you long after you're gone, and the mere thought of your touch again sparks a warmth that courses through his veins, burning him up from the inside.

His body has changed so much, and yet you make Marcus feel like he’s young and nubile again when the butterflies begin to flap around, and that tingle surges deliciously down the length of his cock.

With a sense of heady excitement and a touch of mystery, Marcus decided to plan a special surprise for you for Valentine’s Day.

One that he hopes you won’t forget in a hurry.

He arrives at your place, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and the breath torn from his lungs as he beholds you opening the door with that gorgeous smile just for him.

Every time he has the chance to see you again, whether for a planned date or an unexpected visit, Marcus feels a powerful surge run through him, making his fingers crackle with a pulsing intensity that makes them buzz almost uncontrollably. He doesn't bother shaking the feeling away anymore, instead he revels in it.

The moments leading up to your regular reunions are filled with a blend of eagerness and a touch of nervous anticipation, as if each meeting holds the promise of uncovering something new and extraordinary.

In those stolen glances and shared moments, Marcus discovers that missing someone can be a beautiful ache, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you, absent hearts and all that spiel.

An ache that is soon satiated when you open the door and smile at him like he’s the only man in the world.

His lips find yours almost instantly as you grasp onto his broad shoulders in the doorway, the pair of you almost toppling through in your desperate haste. The soft groans that escape him makes your blood throb inside your veins.

His tongue slips into the comforting home of your mouth, and you feel it over every nerve ending in your body, tingly and visceral. And not just from his crackly fingertips.

“Hey you,” you eventually manage to sigh into his plush mouth, feeling the silk of his greying beard smoothing against your cheeks.

“Hey, mi Dulzura…” (Hey, my Sweetness) he murmurs dreamily as he plants delicate kisses along your jawline and inhales the scent of your perfume. It’s the vanilla and jasmine one he likes so much when he can smell it lingering on his pillows.

He’s all hands and enthusiastic smooches the moment he sees you. Unable to abnegate himself away from the basic needs of touch and affection that you give back to him in equal abundance.

You can't get enough of one another.

You feel his large hands squeeze your hips gently, and your body flares as he pulls you in closer to him, crushed right up against his stacked, warm chest as he kisses you more with a heated groan.

Reluctantly pulling away he suggests, "How about we go on a little adventure today? I've got something special planned."

“You spoil me, Mr Moreno.” You cluck, running your hands over the soft leather jacket adorning his arms.

“Always,” he confirms with a grin. “You look great, so beautiful,” he says, eyeing your tight jeans and pretty floral shirt combo.

“As do you, you scrub up well.” You marvel at the jeans, leather jacket and green t-shirt he’s casually adorned in, pulling tight in all the right places. You stroke over the soft swell of his tummy as you lean in for another kiss.

He pulls something silken out of his pocket and you glance at it with raised eyebrows. “May I?”

“Kinky shenanigans planned on my doorstep?” You query as you allow him to blindfold you. “The neighbours will love that…” You giggle.

“Even better,” he whispers into your ear salaciously.

“You hound.” You swipe out playfully to him, but miss when you can’t see anything at all now.

“Woof.” He growls, pausing to nip on your lobe and revelling in your desperate whine in response.

After a short drive through town, Marcus finally pulls up. "Trust me, you're going to love this," he assures as he guides you out of the car.

He carefully leads you along a path, each step heightening the sense of anticipation. As you walk blindly, his arm around your waist, and your hand holding tightly onto his other, you can feel his own sense of excitement as it buzzes into your skin with those pleasant tingles and crackles.

“Just a little further.” He assures as he pushes open a door and you step through to inhale a moistness in the air; a balmy heat that’s different from the outside that settles into your pores.

“Where are we?” You question with a jaunty, excitable tinkle. For a moment, the smell reminds you of a swimming pool.

“Just wait…” You can hear him grinning.

When you reach your destination, Marcus removes the blindfold, unveiling the breathtaking scene of the Austin botanical garden before you.

The vibrant colours, the fragrant blossoms, and the serene atmosphere creates a picturesque display that leaves you in absolute awe.

You’re surrounded by flowers in abundance, the scent of them driving you wild as they all scramble to make you smell their perfumes first. You’re even more stunned to find it all completely empty.

"Welcome to the botanical garden.” Marcus says, tucking the blindfold into his leather jacket pocket. “It’s one of my favourite places.”

“Wow!” You smile, turning a full three-sixty as you take it all in. “You know, I’ve always been meaning to come here. I don’t know why I haven’t before…”

“I thought we could spend the day here," Marcus announces with a grin. “Look,” he points over to a small set up of a picnic on a grassy area under an intricate arch of purple orchids in the shape of a heart.

“Looks like a giant purple heart emoji.” You smile at him.

He nods, eyebrows wiggling above his specs.

“You really know how to romance a girl,” you smile, stroking under his chin.

“I booked this place out just for us.” His hands slide down your lower back pulling you into him. “We’re completely alone…”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We have the whole day here, if we want.”

“I want. Very much.” You nod and pull him forward by his lapels for a deep kiss.

“I don’t know what to say,” you smile, cupping his cheeks and gliding your nose over his. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi Dulzura. Feliz Día del Corazón.” (My Sweetness. Happy Heart Day.)

He kisses you, gently nipping onto your lips as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers as you stroll together along lush pathways, surrounded by an array of captivating plant life.

The Orchid Pavilion, the base for your picnic, is adorned with hanging baskets of intricate orchids, showcasing a kaleidoscope of colours - from delicate pastels to vibrant hues.

After eating together, an array of home baked, sweet treats Marcus had prepared himself, you wander through a section adorned with curtains of exotic orchids, and Marcus can't contain his enthusiasm as he takes on the role of your personal tour guide.

A role he takes very seriously, much to your amusement.

"Did you know orchids have a fascinating way of attracting pollinators? Some mimic the appearance and scent of certain insects to lure them in. It's nature's way of flirting, I suppose." He rambles excitedly.

You chuckle, finding Marcus's nerdy fascination endearing. "Flirting through flowers, who would've thought? Tell me more, Mr. Botanist."

You continue your fascinating journey, hand in hand, and Marcus points out a cluster of carnivorous plants.

"These are pitcher plants. They have specialised leaves that form a pitcher-like structure to trap insects. It's like having a tiny garden predator."

“Have you got these in your garden?” You query, peering into their tube-like structures, like tiny trumpets in the grasses. He has so many of his own plants it's hard to remember them all.

“No. I do have a Venus Fly Trap though. She’s very bitey.” He nips on your neck making you yelp as he walks you forward.

“Ah. Audrey II, of course.” You smirk.

“Of course.” He muses.

As you reach a serene pond surrounded by water lilies, Marcus shares another tidbit.

"Water lilies close their flowers at night and reopen in the morning, and they…. what?” He stops to look at you quizzically, noting the expression spreading over your face. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”

You shake your head smiling, all teeth bared at him. “You're so sexy when you geek out.”

He blushes beet red and smirks. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until we get to the cacti garden. I will be insufferable.”

"Hot." You chuckle.

You meander through a section dedicated to succulents and cacti, where the desert's resilience takes centre stage. The ground is adorned with various prickly shapes and sizes, from the elegant arms of Saguaro cacti to the whimsical arrangements of succulents that seem to defy gravity as their spiky tendrils reach towards the sky.

The sun bathes this arid landscape in a warm glow through the high glass ceilings, casting shadows that play on the pebbly, sandy ground like a dance of desert spirits conjured by mystical forces.

“You were right, it’s pretty awesome.” You say.

“Not as awesome as you,” he whispers, kissing you again.

A serpentine path leads you to the Aquatic Garden, where more water lilies float gracefully on the surface of a tranquil pond. Golden Koi Carp glide beneath the water, adding a splash of movement as you both sit by it chatting.

The reflections of the surrounding greenery dance on the water, creating a mirror-like effect that seems to amplify the selection of plant species all around you. You dip your fingers into the pool, the fish swimming curiously around at a safe distance, and Marcus watches with a smile that makes his cheeks ache.

“You like butterflies?” He asks you.

You nod, smiling as he takes your hand and leads you to the Butterfly Conservatory, a whimsical space alive with fluttering colours of Black Swallowtails, Red Admirals and Cloudless Sulphurs.

Thousands of butterflies dance around, their delicate wings creating a haze of hues that add an extra layer of enchantment to the garden that stuns you into silent giggles at such a place.

“I wish I could fly sometimes.” You smile as the butterflies flit around, some landing on your sleeves as you admire their delicacy with a splendid awe.

You bring your arm closer to your face, your nose wrinkling in delight as the tiny butterfly shows off its wings just for you.

“Funny you should mention that.” Marcus teases.

You eye him carefully. “What do you mean?”

“I have something else planned for you today. If you’re up for it?”

“I’m always up for it.” You smirk.

“Come on.” He takes you by the hand once more and leads you towards a garden that’s outside and full of roses in every shade of pink and red that exists on the colour scale.

“This is stunning,” you say, slowing down as you take them all in.

Akin to being lost in the Queen of Heart’s gardens, it takes you a few minutes of wandering back through the maze of rose bushes, interwoven with clusters of pale lavender hydrangeas, to find Marcus handling some belts and clips near a device you’ve never seen before.

“Is that what I think it is?” You question with wide eyes as you notice the large contraption hovering just a few inches above the grass, whirring silently.

It has two large circular fans and belts that lead from it to Marcus’s waist as he clips himself securely into it.

“You wanna fly?” He queries and you nod enthusiastically, feeling a surge zap through you and your toes tingle in your shoes.

You feel him navigate a similar belt around your waist, willingly holding your arms out. He runs his nose against your neck as he does it, and you hear him groan in satisfaction as he inhales.

“Mouth watering...” He murmurs as he kisses your skin and your feel it pulse in your core as you clench around nothing.

You watch as he clips your belt into his and tugs against it.

“Are you ready?” Marcus asks you as you step closer to him.

“No.” You giggle.

“Do you trust me?” He questions with a serious face, thumb stroking down your cheek.

You nod looking into his deep, cocoa eyes. “With my life.”

Marcus smiles at that, wrapping his hands around your waist. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, okay?"

"Okay." You nod, smiling.

"You’re not afraid of heights, are you?

“Bit late to ask me that now,” you chuckle, and so does he. "Are you going to run me through the pre-flight safety checks?"

Marcus smirks. "Hold onto me. That's it."

"Well, shit." You cling onto him as the whirring starts to get faster, the blades of grass blown out into flat circles, and you can feel the belt cinch tighter around your waist as it lifts you both off the ground.

“Oh my God!” You clutch onto him tighter and he chuckles softly. “This is really happening!”

“Let’s go see the city.” Marcus smiles, placing a kiss on your head.

Once a soft breeze, the wind grows more ferocious around you, your body becoming free from the reassuring surface of the world.

The wonder in your eyes grows to questionable proportions, and you’re soon completely bewildered at the fact that you're really flying.

He tips forward in a smooth motion so you’re both lying horizontal in the air when the device reaches the desired altitude.

“You ready?”

You nod eagerly as he propels forward with a simple push of his upper body, steering, as you both zoom off towards the Austin city skyline, your giggly gasps ringing in his ears.

Your eyes meet his in wonder as you grip onto him tightly. “Marcus! We’re flying!”

You feel like you’re shouting over the wind whipping against you, eyes wide and gleaming at the sight of the city approaching in a block chart of colour and twinkles of lights.

It feels colder, but being crushed against his body keeps you warm enough. You’re too exhilarated to feel any change in body temperature.

You brave yourself to look at the sky above sinking into an inky twilight of orange and cerise hues as the sun sets.

“Welcome to my world,” Marcus says, nuzzling into you.

You feel his grip lessen and glance at him with alarm, but the look in his eyes convinces you he’s not going to let you fall.

He simply reaches for your hand with one of his, and you drop subtly beneath him, the belt keeping you close as he takes your other hand and you’re spread out beneath, back against his chest, arms wide as they can go as he holds them out parallel with his.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as he flies you both faster, curving and twisting around the breadth of the skyscrapers; your giddy reflection in the mirrors of the glass windows ara a blur as you pass.

You don’t notice when he lets go of your hands, his arms around your waist instead as your own arms stay out in front of you as you rip through the air.

“Better than the butterflies?” You hear him call.

“So much better than the butterflies!” You laugh, almost hysterically, as he loops back towards the botanical garden, after a few more laps around the city.

As soon as you’re back on the ground in the rose garden, a wave of adrenaline surges through you, and you lunge at him with shaky limbs, almost knocking him off balance.

A melody of gasps and breathy pants puff out of your mouths as you kiss frantically through tinctured groans. The whimper in the back of his throat conveying more than words ever need to about his desire for you in this moment.

Marcus unclips the belts, yanking them off of the both of you with a fumbling fervour, glued at the mouth with you. Clumsy kisses, teeth clashing against one anothers in your mutual haste, as you push his leather jacket down over his shoulders and his fingers eagerly untuck your shirt from your jeans.

“That was incredible,” you gasp into his mouth, unzipping his jeans.

“You’re incredible,” he groans as you take his swollen cock in your hand, squeezing and stroking gently as you lavish kisses over his bronzed neck.

“Oh God,” Marcus moans.

Subtle flicks of your tongue leave him gasping, his hands running through your windswept hair as you make tracks over his chest littered with sparse, greying hairs as you both tumble to the grass and push his t-shirt up further.

Tasting all the way down his sternum and lingering over the soft paunch of his tummy, a place you always nuzzle against, he glances down at you with a bashful smile.

Then a gentle nibble on his hips before your tongue wanders into the small, neatly trimmed thatch of hairs around the back of this thick, weeping cock.

“Oh, please…” he whines biting down on his lip.

You lick up from the base of him, your eyes transfixed on his as he gasps, watching you run up the full length of him to kiss the top of his leaking head gently. You stroke his thighs and he parts them further making room for you as you settle into making out with his cock.

You’ve mastered the art of taking your time with him, enjoying the sounds that flutter out of his mouth as you take him deeper and deeper. Those unbridled whimpers as you suck fill your ears, and you swear you’ve never heard a more perfect sound escape him.

It's when you take him all the way down is when he loses his calm, polite composure.

“Fuck!” Marcus gasps, his head lolling back. “Mm, just like that…”

You smirk to yourself as you feel fingers knotting in your hair and subtly tugging on it.

“Yeah… so fucking good. Oh my God… Yes.” He pants.

You let him have free reign over your body too, as he buries two fingers inside you and licks you to orgasm. His favourite place is between your legs, his second is a garden. When the two collide, it's even better.

“Marcus, please…” you pant, words tumbling from your mouth as your legs shake.

“Tell me, tell me what you want, mi Dulzura.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Right here?” You feel his buzzing fingers plunger deeper, stroking on that spot that makes your thighs shake harder as you feel the tingles ramp up. “You want me filling you up, hmm?”

“Yeah.” You pant as he circles your clit. The heavy throb undeniable on it from the crackling in the tip of his thumb.

“That feel good?” He smirks.

You fist the grass, tearing blades from it that stick to your palms as you grasp his face, fingernails digging into his skull behind his ears as your exhale and puff into his face.

“Oh my God, yes, Marcus!”

His glasses dig into your cheeks as you strain and wail, your breath fogging them up a little.

“Come for me. Come all over my fingers, come on.” He chants watching you, foreheads crushed together as he zaps and strokes harder inside you.

“Come, mi Dulzura. ¡Dios mío, eres tan malditamente hermosa!” (My God, you're so damn beautiful!)

The Spanish whispers send you over the edge. “M-Marcus!” You cry out, squeezing around his fingers as your whole body shakes; tingles flooding all over and making you feel like you’re still flying, all the way up there in the pale lilac sky above you as your eyes roll back into it.

You feel him kissing over your neck, humming softly muffled words of praise and desire into your skin as your slick coats his fingers just like he wanted.

"So fucking perfect for me," Marcus croons.

“I need you.” You whisper.

“God, I need you, too.”

His large, perfectly sculpted nose crushes into the side of your jaw as he fills you; your gasps and whines echoing around the rose garden as he slides into your utterly drenched pussy.

He loves how the stretch of you around his cock brings you to orgasm almost right away; a few gentle thrusts as you adjust to his thickness, and you’re shuddering for him, coating him in your slick before he plunders deeper with that gentle, rhythmic pounding.

He loves how you're completely insatiable for one another, despite the ravishes of age rendering your bones heavier, your paces slower.

Despite it all, you still embark on a journey of a healthy sexual appetite, even if you both have to navigate it with a little more preparedness sometimes; it still rocks your world.

He still has it, and so do you.

“You feel so good,” You whisper to him as he nuzzles into your face. The wind of his hips into yours, hits you at the perfect angle, again and again.

“We feel so good together,” he breathes with a smile. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I don't think I’ll ever stop getting enough of you.”

You kiss him again as he thrusts a little harder, a little faster.

The vulnerabilities of being so exposed, so spread before him like this, revealing all the parts about yourself you’ve scrutinised scathingly in the mirror with abhorrence, fade away.

It’s all those wrinkled, stretched, sagged parts of you that he worships with his crackly fingers and tongue. He spends time appreciating them, fawning over them and lavishing them with the attention they so thoroughly deserve as he rolls with you so you’re on top now.

How you watch as your less-than-perky breasts tumble into his face as he pulls them out of your bra, but he licks and suckles at them as his cock notches against your hole and he groans out as you sit on him fully. Running his tongue around those stiff pebbles unabashed, sucking them into his mouth as you grind on him.

“Come for me…” Marcus pants as he watches that dreamy glaze settle into your eyes as you ride him; that glittery feeling about ready to burst out of your pores as he pushes up with his hips to meet you. “Need to feel you soak me.”

“Oh shit, I’m coming!” You shake on top of him, gasping. Head thrown back as you rock and grinning as you see stars explode across the sky above you.

Yeah. Marcus Moreno has still got it.

“That’s it, like that. Fuck, I’m gonna come too! Fuck! Fuuuck!”

Marcus stiffens, his whole body tenses as his hips jerk, and he fills you up. Floods you until he's dripping warm and pearly out of you, all over his soft belly, as you lean upwards to kiss him some more.

Afterwards, as you both lay in the grass half dressed and satiated from the highs of flying and your lovemaking, Marcus reaches up above you both, plucking a single, red rose from the bush and hands it to you.

You sniff the fragrant petals and smile at him with glittery eyes that wander over his face looking back at you. You run the rose head gently over his cheek and he smiles, and you think you've never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

The way he’s looking at you right now literally renders you mute and unable to breathe.

But he's a tempest under that sweet smile.

He’s felt it for a while now, that tether between you becoming tighter, knotting into something unbreakable and deepening, but he finds himself grappling with a gnawing worry - one that whispers doubts in the quiet moments of contemplation.

He fears the weight of those three simple words that are on the cusp of his tongue: I love you.

It wasn't that he doubted the sincerity of his emotions; rather, it was the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of how those words might alter the delicate balance of your relationship.

Is it too soon? Is it too much? Is it foolish at his age to even begin to allow himself the same giddy excitement he felt when he was much younger? Would uttering those words irrevocably change the dynamic between you, shifting the fragile equilibrium you had both carefully cultivated?

There's also the fear of rejection, of laying his heart bare only to have it met with silence or crippling hesitation. What if you might not feel the same way yet, or even at all? That his declaration of love might drive a wedge between you rather than bring you closer together causes a reaction within him that makes him physically tense.

“I can feel your heartbeat speeding up,” you say, regarding him quizzically with your hand already resting on his chest. Little fluttery pulses thrum under your fingertips.

Looking at you gazing up at him, a mixture of awe and concern, Marcus knows he has all he’s ever wanted and needed right here in his arms, and he can't deny the truth that simmers beneath the surface of his hesitations.

He loves you with a fierceness that defies logic - defies gravity, even. A love that transcends the boundaries of time and space. And as he grapples with his fears, he knows deep down that the only way forward is to take a leap of faith, to trust in the strength of your forged connection that grows stronger between you every day.

He decides he has to be bold. To be brave.

To be heroic.

“I love you. I-I’m in love with you.” Marcus says softly, wrinkled almond eyes swimming with a mix of euphoria and worry. “Be my Valentine?”

You reach for him, stroking your fingers in the soft silk of his greying jawline.

“También te quiero, Marcus.” You say, before he grazes his lips across yours. (I love you too, Marcus.)

“You learned some Spanish.” He whispers in awe, pulling his smile wide and eyes glistening behind the lenses of his specs.

“I figured I should. After all, I wanna understand all the special things you whisper in my ear.”

“Sólo las cosas más especiales, y sucias, para ti, mi amor…” (Only the most special, and dirty, things for you, my love.)

“Yeah, I’m not fluent.” You chuckle as he kisses you, pulling you over fully onto his body where he crushes you against him.

“Yet,” he smiles, as he sucks your bottom lip into this mouth for a deep kiss.

“So, are we flying home, or…?” You ask.

“You’re an adrenaline junkie now, hmm?”

“What can I say, you’ve taken me to new heights, Mr Moreno. I might become addicted.”

“I already am.” Marcus says, nuzzling into you.

“We should go soon, someone might find us?”

He shakes his head. “I told you, we have the whole place to ourselves, for a little while longer anyway. What do you want to do?”

You smile at him, devilishly.

“Make me fly again…” You whisper, as you feel his re-hardened cock dipping into your sticky folds.

You push back as he slips fully inside you, hips bucking up to fill you full of him once more, and Marcus does exactly what you ask of him; he lets you fly.

Thank you so much for enjoying this story! I'd love to know your thoughts and would really appreciate a re-blog too so others can enjoy some Mature!Marcus Moreno. Isn't he just dreamy? Happy Valentine's Day! 🖤😘

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