#he's going grey now but tastefully so

[buckgasms]

Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 4)

So I had a meltdown but I'm back and feeling hotter than ever so let's just dive right in shall we? It's not smutty 😭 but don't worry, it will be 😍

A few months had passed and you were now about three months along. Although you were excited, it had been quite challenging. You felt sick almost all day, exhausted and fed up. Trying to keep on top of tidying up your flat and take care of yourself was a huge challenge and all you could do was nap.

You trudged to the fridge and as you went to get a cold drink you smiled at the little sonogram you'd stuck to the fridge door. The little grey squiggles that showed your baby in their first few months. Sadly a wave of nausea interrupted your happy moment and you groaned, heading back to the living room.

You were woken from a doze by a knock on the door, making you jump before shuffling over. You were surprised to see both doctors standing there, looking at you with a mixture of concern and relief that you were in fact alive.

"What's going on?" Was all you could say in your surprise. Bucky chuckled as he rolled his eyes and nudged the door until you came to your senses and let them in.

"We could ask you the same question honey?" Steve said sternly as you sat down looking sheepish. "You missed an appointment today, your next scan, and you haven't been keeping us up to date with how you are?"

You felt tears well up in your eyes and you sank back in your chair. "I'm sorry" you sighed as you pinched your nose. "I just feel so exhausted, it slipped my mind..."

Bucky reached over and laid a hand on your thigh, stroking gently as you quietly cried. "It's ok sweetheart, it's ok..." You sniffled and nodded, "I'm sorry, I should have called you, I just..." You descended into more tears as they both cooed and rubbed your shoulders and legs. Steve pressed a kiss to your hair and took your hand in his.

"We have a suggestion on how to sort this out, would that be helpful?" You leant into his body and nodded as Bucky chuckled and continued rubbing your legs, which made you sigh in relief.

"You might not remember because you are a silly thing, but in the paperwork, it was agreed that you could live in provided accommodation, alongside a substantial amount of money to help you in the meantime. Do you remember that?"

You pouted and nodded, as Steve smiled, giving you another kiss. "Very good honey, well that's where we're gonna take you today. If you don't like it, we can figure something else out but let's just see how it goes for now."

⚕️

You weren't sure what you imagined but when you arrived on a leafy street in Brooklyn, a pretty brownstone greeting you, you heart leapt in excitement. It also made you cringe to think about your messy apartment with peeling paint and smashed windows littering the facade.

You all but ran up the steps to see where you were and your shock doubled when you saw the name on the letterbox. Doctor Barnes M.D and Doctor Rogers M.D. It was their house? Well this was a surprise.

Finally they caught up with you and saw you staring but didn't say anything, just smiled before unlocking the door and guiding you in.

It was so beautiful, everything tastefully decorated, like something out of a magazine. Neutral tones, soft fabrics, fluffy rugs, tasteful art, big windows letting in the soft light from outside and that was just the living room! You wanted to run around and explore and sensing your anticipation, Bucky took your hand and guided you around the house.

They had a home office with two desks, and walls covered in books and a gorgeous, well fitted kitchen that had your favourite coffee maker, a huge fridge and every other gadget under the sun. You couldn't help but do a little happy dance when you saw it, and wrapped your arm around Bucky's as he pointed a few other things out to you before guiding you upstairs.

There were three bedrooms although working out which one belong to which Doctor was a real struggle. Both had lots of books, artwork (which had been made by Steve no less) and wardrobes stocked with fancy clothes and workout gear. It made your head spin.

At least until you saw the bathroom. It was insane. A beautiful walk in shower and a huge bath which you couldn't help but squeal at. You tried to remain casual but it was incredibly difficult when faced with such luxury and comfort.

Finally he showed you the last bedroom. "This is yours sweetie" he said and guided you in. It was fairly plain compared to the other rooms, but he explained it was so you could decorate as you wished. "This bed is huge" you giggled as you sat down on it, glad for a break as you bounced on it a little. He took your hands in his and kissed your fingers. "Well if you want, you don't have to be in it alone..." You flushed and felt your stomach flip, "Share it with you? What about Steve?"

"Glad to know I'm still remembered" Steve said as he came into the room, a smile on his face as you pouted again. "I don't understand? Are you two together?"

Steve sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and rubbing your tummy a little. "Let's just say, Bucky and I feel the same way about a lot of things, and that includes you honey..."

You giggled at that but still felt unsure. "One last room to show you, and then you can have a think..." Bucky pulled you back up and lead you to a small room across the way from yours.

You gasped when you went in, a beautiful sunshine yellow room greeted you, with a crib and nursing chair already set up. Like your potential new room, it was still a little empty, but you understood the implication, that you could decorate it to your heart's desire.

They'd even left out some teeny little baby gloves and booties which you couldn't help but pick them up and smile, turning to them and laughing accusingly and Steve's sheepish face. "I couldn't resist I guess..." But you couldn't stop smiling at it. For the first time in weeks you finally felt really excited again.

⚕️

You sat in their little garden, sipping on a cold drink pondering what you were going to do. Obviously the house was perfect and you would be very well looked after. Even in this short visit you had been waited on hand and foot and even been given a little check over by Bucky.

Your pondering was cut short by Steve and Bucky joining you and taking a seat next to you.

"We do have some rules whatever you decide to do sweetheart" Bucky said seriously, "if you need something you have to tell us, if you feel poorly you need to let us know, and no more missing appointments."

"Ok, I promise... I... I think I'd like to live here if that's ok with you?"

They both laughed and took your hand in each of theirs, "that'll be great sweetheart..."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x reader x steve #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader x bucky #doctor steve rogers #doctor bucky #doctor bucky barnes #doctor rogers

[asnowfern]

An Eye for an Eye

Summary: Cassian never did get the chance to teach Nesta how to word her bargains more cleverly. Especially to devastating consequences when the bargain is with an entity as powerful as the Cauldron. ACOSF alternate ending.

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Cassian should have felt overjoyed seeing the healthy babe nursing in Feyre's arms but a part of his heart felt like it was breaking.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It screamed at him.

He instinctively shifted his gaze to Nesta, still clad in her bloody stolen Illyrian armour, standing by the end of the bed. The Trove laid forgotten by her feet.

I give it back. I give it all back. His mind repeated his mate's earlier whispers.

Realisation struck.

No.

Cassian's heart hammered thunderously. He crossed the room in three wide strides, catching Nesta just as she fell to the floor, tendrils of black ink still wisping around her abdomen. The room stilled around them.

"Tell me I'm wrong" He demanded, "Tell me you are not paying with your life."

"I'm sorry, Cassian. I wanted…" She trailed off and reached out to cup his cheek. "I wanted so much more with you."

And damn him if the apology hurts so much more than a denial. Something in him cracked.

"No…" Cassian's vision blurred, body starting to shake. "Don't go." He begged.

Nesta shook her head, eyes full of anguish and love. "I love you."

He felt the lightest brush against his lips before the weight in his arms vanished in a golden light.

Cassian wailed and collapsed onto the ground, sobs wrecking his body. His family's comforting presence surrounded him but his soul felt forever cleaved.

===

Nesta opened her eyes to find herself seated on a casual dining table opposite a regal dark haired lady preparing tea. She lifted a hand to wipe her tears only to find her face while wet a moment ago, now completely dried. She then eyed her surroundings. The cabin was tastefully decorated - classy but cozy. Her host did not seem Fae nor human. Rounded ears but timeless. Otherworldly.

She set a cup of tea in front of Nesta. "Drink up."

Nesta did not move to take the cup. Her blue-grey eyes staring into a familiar set of silver fire eyes. The soft, wise voice. Sage and warm.

So live, Nesta Archeron.

There were so many questions to ask. Nesta lightly cleared her throat. "Where are we?"

"My home."

"Which is?"

"Safe." Piercing silver fire eyes stared at her again. "He can't hear us here."

He. The Cauldron.

Nesta said nothing still.

"I brought you here just before you were completely Unmade."

Unmade. Like how she had Unmade the wretched human queen Briallyn. "Why?"

"Because you wanted to live." No more, no less. Nesta remained silent.

"Do you want to return?"

Nesta's chest tightened. Hope blossoming in her chest - Hope she desperately did not want dashed. She willed her face blank but a knowing gaze told her She had seen through the attempt.

She lifted her chin. "Can I?"

The Woman. No, the Mother, smiled. "With a bargain."

Nesta's eyes narrowed. The image of Cassian's devastated face was still seared into her mind. She had to take any chance she gets to find her way back. Consequences be damned. "What are the terms?"

"Starting today, you are to remain here for two years, one for every day which you have been a Fae. Everyday, you will tend to my grounds and care for my creatures. If you still choose to leave after the two years, you will be free to do so."

Two years. A drop in ocean which is a Fae's lifespan. Could it truly be that easy? Nesta quickly went through the terms of the bargain, she had to make sure the terms are ironclad.

She carefully replied, "After the two years, I get to return as I am and exactly two years would have passed for Cassian?"

The corner of Her mouth quirked upwards. "Yes."

"Can I tell Cassian?" Her words stumbled. "Tell him that I am coming back."

"Are you sure?" She leveled a gaze, cautioning her. "This world is different from yours. You may not want to leave after your two years are over."

"It doesn't matter. I will-" she corrected herself, "No, I must return."

The Mother considered for a moment. "Fine, you may inform him."

"Then it is a bargain."

Nesta's back tingled.

"Now, drink up."

Nesta did. The tea was unsurprisingly prepared just the way she liked it.

==

Cassian froze at the sight of what his High Lady was painting at her easel. Nesta at the Pass of Enalius. Feyre's eyes lit up at Cassian's arrival.

"Cassian." She greeted warmly.

Cassian tore his gaze away from the canvas. He cleared his throat. He plastered a smile and kisses her cheek. "Feyre, wanted to drop by to see how you and Nyx were doing."

"Nyx just fell asleep and I thought to take the opportunity to do some painting."

Cassian found himself unwittingly staring at the canvas again.

"When I heard what she did at the Pass, I knew I had to try and capture it. But it's tough. Without an image." Because she's not here to show us. He thought and his throat tightened.

"If I may? I wasn't there. Not really but " Cassian had been under the control of queen Briallyn with the use of the crown. Forced to watch helplessly as his hands were used to nearly kill his own mate.

Before he could get lost in his thoughts, he felt the mind-speaker's gentle caress against his mental shields. He opened the door and presented the image he saw just before his arrival. Lightning cracking and snow swirling around Ramiel. Nesta was knocked to the ground by Bellius and was barely able to crawl away. Yet, she snarled at him in defiance, eyes blazing.

He then pulled up another memory. Nesta going through the Blood Rite qualifier obstacles, sword in one hand, shield in the other. Eyes flashing with determination, body poised like the warrior she had become.

Thank you. I think I have some ideas now.

He felt the presence retreat from his mind and cleared his throat once again.

"Well, if the babe is sleeping, I shall not disturb and risk waking him." He gave his High Lady a nod. "It is good to see you well, Feyre."

He hurriedly turned around to leave the room when he heard the voice in his head. We are here for you, Cassian. All of us.

I know.

Without turning back, he gave another tight nod and left.

Cassian was soaring over the House of Wind when he swore he saw a bright light shining from the House. A beacon. He stopped mid-air and looked down. The light flashed again. Urgently. Just as it once did when Nesta was trapped in her nightmare.

He landed outside the door and paused. He had not been back at the House since the night of their fight, not ready to face the memories it held. The house continued to urge him to enter, rattling the door handles. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in. Memories flooded him.

Meals with Nesta.

Stolen conversations on the sofa.

Taking her on every surface of this House.

Tears stung his eyes but he did not linger. He followed the House's beckons and found himself right in front of the door leading into Nesta's room. He stopped.

"I'm not ready." He whispered.

The air surrounding him warmed, an encouraging hand on his shoulder. Taking another deep breath, Cassian turned the doorknob and entered.

Nesta's presence filled the room. He closed his eyes and sighed. The room felt like a healing balm on the gaping wound which has been festering since he lost her. He could almost believe she was in the room with him.

"Nesta?" He whispered, eyes still shut.

"I'm here." A distant murmur.

Cassian sucked in a breath - another breath of the sweet scent he missed so dearly. He must be losing his mind. But if this was his prize, he would willingly trade it.

"Is this real?"

"Yes, yes." He felt the lightest pressure against his cheeks and her gaze on him. His eyelid twitched, wishing to be opened. The pressure moved to his eyes, keeping it shut.

"You will ruin it." The voice was light, teasing. He relaxed, eyes remained closed.

The pressure went back to his cheeks, almost a light stroke. He leaned into it.

"I do not have much time and this is my one chance." In spite of her words, Nesta paused. The pressure stroked his face once again. "Wait for me. I promise you I'm coming back."

"How can you possibly promise that?" He asked, devastated.

"Just wait. Two years." She insisted.

"I will wait another five centuries for you if I have to." He promised.

"Seven hundred and twenty five days to be exact" She mused. He felt the presence shift. "I need to go."

"Don't, please" Don't leave me again.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He felt another pressure lightly caressing his lips. "Wait for me"

And the presence disappeared, ripping the wound wide open once more. But this time the pain felt easier to overcome. Even if the chance was minuscule, Cassian would take whatever he gets.

"I will wait however long it takes." He swore to the room. The House blinked its light in approval.

==

Standing tall in the valley between rolling hills, Nesta swung her makeshift wooden practice sword and executed a perfect eight pointed star combination. She went through the motions for another half hour before stopping for a water break.

It had been nearly eighteen months since she arrived in this other world. Eighteen months of tending to Life in the Mother's lands. The Mother never showed up again after the first day. After the tea, she left some cryptic clues on how she could contact Cassian and disappeared. Nesta was left by herself in the cottage, in this world. She had not found a single person in the time she had been here. Yet, Nesta never felt alone. Amidst the rolling hills, the lakes and the fields, she was completely at peace.

Nesta had discovered early on what it meant to carry out her duties. By drawing the energy humming through the lands, she cared for the plants by summoning water and light, and tended to the injured animals with healing. The energy which flowed into her veins was warm and teeming with Life. But it took a toll in the form of memories. Moments of her past. The more she drew, the more she gave. The more potent the power, the more precious the memory.

In time, she learnt to trade carefully. She learnt to save the treasured memories and bury them deep while relooking past memories and look for the positives, willing it precious. She exchanged snippets of her childhood for sprinkles of rain, extracted the spots of joy derived from the music played in the dirty taverns to summon light.

Healing demanded the highest toll. But even that, Nesta learnt, could be bargained with. Masking pain demanded the least while instant healing demanded the most. As a single hesitation in the face of the potent power could take away precious moments with Cassian, Gwyn and Emerie, she had to be quick to offer, to ration the memories.

Her daily physical training and mind stilling sessions grounded her, reminding her that her life, her future, does not lie in this world.

Lightning cracked in the distance, announcing the impending summer storm. Nesta wrapped up her training with cooldown stretches and made her way back to the cottage.

Another lightning whipped past her into the forest. A loud roar of pain sounded. Back tingling, Nesta headed towards the forest, parting the branches and entered a clearing.

A Pegasus lied on its side on the floor, panting. Its abdomen was swollen with child and it was bleeding heavily. It whined pitifully. She carefully approached the creature and laid a gentle hand on it. Offering up a memory of her daily training session with Cassian, she took the labour pain away. The Pegasus relaxed, eyes wide and staring.

Following the instinct that guided her since she arrived, she knew a more potent memory was required for what's next. She reluctantly offered up the memory of Gwn, Emerie and herself slicing up the ribbon. With the memory, she was able to temporarily stop the hemorrhaging and was granted the knowledge of the issue. The foal had grown too large for the mother's birth canal. She had to modify its structure for the Pegasus to survive.

Nesta sucked in a breath. She never had to make such fundamental physiological changes since that time with Feyre. The price for the magic would be high. She flitted through a dozen memories in her mind, one more precious than the other, waiting for it to be accepted. Finally, one was. The night of Winter Solstice when she promised Cassian forever.

She despaired. She desperately offered other memories but none were accepted. Nesta's eyes met the Pegasus's intelligent gaze and she slumped in resignation.

She kneeled down and placed her hands on the Pegasus's abdomen. Her hands glowed an iridescent gold. With her eyes closed, she narrowly widened the hip of the stallion and expanded the birth canal. She channeled more power from the lands and nudged the uterus to contract once more, pushing the foal out. She repeated the action, dilating the exit further with each iteration, until the foal slipped out.

Nesta exhaled in relief while a part of her cried.

==

Cassian watched in amusement as Feyre chased Nyx up and down the living room. The young princeling squealed and dashed faster. His little legs tripped over the Illyrian bow he managed to get his hands on, and he fell face first. He paused and scrunched up his face as his mind registered the fall. He then dropped the bow and burst into tears. Rhys promptly scooped the boy into his arms and cooed soothingly at him.

The sight warmed him. Rhys and Feyre are loving parents, Nyx will grow up surrounded with love, never in want of anything. All of them in the Court will willingly give their lives to ensure it.

A few paces away from him, the fire cracked and Cassian once again found his thoughts wandering to Nesta. It was the second Winter Solstice since he lost her. The pain was particularly searing on a day like this, an excruciating reminder of a lost forever.

He had not gone back into Nesta's room since that day. He knew in his gut whatever he had experienced would not happen again. If it was even real at all. Cassian had asked Rhys to look into mind after the incident, desperate to know if it was just a hallucination concocted by his grief-addled mind. Rhys's examination turned out to be inconclusive. He could not see it, nothing more than a missing pocket of time. Equal possibility for the memory to have been protected by a more powerful force or simply nothing more than a hallucination.

He never spoke again of the incident. Could not bear the worried looks from his brother. He knows Rhys and Freyre felt bad about the entire situation - that their family was the reason his mate was gone. Even though Cassian never faulted them. Nesta chose to save them and blaming them would only dishonour her sacrifice.

Yet, Cassian wanted to believe. Even if it meant setting himself up for more devastation when Nesta did not return after the two years. Even if it meant that the two wrapped gifts sitting in his drawers will never be opened.

Eighty seven more days. He could wait that long.

===

Finally, the last night of her two years had passed. The last six months had been more challenging than than all of the first eighteen months combined. The loss of the memory she traded to save the Pegasus chipped away at the bonds tethering her to her world. These days she struggled. The lack of focus cost her the unnecessary loss of precious memories. None as potent as the one she lost with the Pegasus but still left her grasping at straws.

No matter. She was finished with her part of the bargain. Time to go home.

She stepped out of her room and found the Mother once again sitting at the table. Waiting. She strolled confidently towards her.

"Take me home."

The Mother smiled and something in Nesta clicked. She fell to her knees before Her, head bowed.

"It's you." She whispered. "This entire world is you. This-this body, it is just a physical manifestation."

The Mother's smile widened. "Correct."

"Why?"

"Because you wanted to live but everything has a cost. Rules to abide by, even us" Her voice lowered and gave her a pointed gaze. "You cannot take without giving."

Nest sucked in a breath, "This is about what I took from the Cauldron."

The Mother nodded. "The Cauldron took your humanity and turned you into a Made Fae. You were not supposed to take more than what was given. There was a debt to be paid."

"Two years." Nesta murmured. "For every day I held on to it."

The Mother nodded again. "This" she gestured around, "was the only way to settle the debt."

"Thank you."

The Mother's gaze was warm as she kissed her forehead. Nesta felt her skin warmed upon contact and looked up in wonder.

"The power you gained here, rightfully earned, will follow you back to your world. They will provide you with the necessary tools to face what is ahead of you."

With that, Nesta felt herself get winnowed away.

"Good bye, Nesta Archeron. Live well."

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Nesta found herself by the lake she and Cassian once hiked to. This place, she realised now, was once a part of the Mother. Even in her depths of despair, the Mother had saved her, healed her.

Nesta pondered. This place was a three day walk away from Velaris. A walk she has no idea how to navigate. She saw no other way.

Nesta flung the gates of her mind wide open and shouted. FEYRE! RHYSAND! CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Nesta?! Feyre replied, shocked.

Feyre. She breathed.

How? How are you alive?

I made a bargain.

You made a- Of course you did.

I will explain it all when I get back. Can someone come get me?

Where are you?

I am at a lake within the mountains. Cassian once brought me here and would know.

We will send someone. Hang tight. With that, Feyre went silent.

Nesta took the time to wander by the lake. Curious, she raised her hand and willed water to sprinkle over the grass. To her amazement, the power came to her willingly, no toll necessary.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two forms winnowed in. Mor.

And Cassian.

Within what seemed like a blink of an eye, Cassian stood before her, eyes wide. "Nesta?"

Tears filled her vision. She launched herself into his arms. His arms circled around her and tightened.

"Nesta." He sighed.

===

Seeing Nesta again, feeling her in his arms. It was a bliss he never thought he would get to experience again. She pulled her face out of his chest and stared at him, eyes tracing his every feature. He did the same with her. She was so beautiful. His dreams never did her justice.

"You really came back to me." He whispered in reverence.

"I promised you I would."

He tucked her face back into his chest and hugged her tightly. "I am never letting you go again."

"Never?" He felt her smile into his chest.

"Never." He promised.

A light shuffling brought him back to Earth, reminding him that they had company. He winced. With his arms still lightly wrapped around Nesta, he turned back to Mor who now stood twenty paces away.

"It's really her." He declared. Because it was undeniably her. Cassian knew, in his heart, in his soul, that it was her.

A tension in Mor lightened and she gave Nesta a wide teary smile. "Welcome back, Nesta. Ready to go home?"

Mor winnowed them just outside the wards of the river house. Feyre and Elain immediately burst out of the doors and ran towards them. They looked to him, silently asking for confirmation. He nodded. They sobbed in relief and leapt on her.

===

Nesta walked into the river house, arms linked with Feyre and Elain. She stopped in her tracks. There, hanging in the grand entry between a portrait of Feyre and a portrait of Elain, was a portrait of Nesta, holding the line at the Pass of Enalius. She stared at the painting.

"I had to take greater artistic license than usual on this but-." Feyre seemed almost hesitant.

"It's perfect." She turned to look at Feyre and hugged her tightly. "It's perfect."

Once everyone had gathered, including Gwyn and Emerie, Nesta told her story. Where she had been the past two years, her bargain with the Mother, the power she obtained and the memories she lost. The room remained quiet even after she had finished.

"The Mother blessed you." Amren said quietly, breaking the silence.

Nesta considered and smiled. "She did so much more than that. She watched over me and saved me. So many times and in so many ways."

"Mama?" A small voice interrupted.

Nesta snapped her gaze to the little winged boy standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. Feyre rushed over and picked him up. She gently bounced him and walked towards her.

"Nesta, meet your nephew, Nyx." She then gestured to Nyx. "Nyx, meet your aunt Nesta."

Nyx stared at her, wide-eyed. "Nesnes" He echoed.

Nesta smiled widely at him. "It is very very nice to meet you Nyx."

"Nesnes!" He exclaimed happily.

===

Nesta stood by the riverbank with Feyre and Nyx, chatting softly. She was raising her hand to summon water while Feyre lifted hers in return to still it in midair. With a small wave, the droplets of water formed a little dog, running in circles as it chased its own tail. Nyx giggled.

As if sensing his gaze, Nesta looked up and met his eyes. Feyre hastily excused herself and Nyx to head back into the house. His High Lady flashed Cassian a quick smile and patted his shoulder as she passed. Cassian walked towards Nesta and stood next to her.

"I lost an important memory of us." She confessed after a moment, eyes turned sideways to look out into the glittering river. "I had to… had to save this Pegasus and I lost it."

"Can you tell which?" He asked.

She shook her head and frowned. "But I can still feel its importance. I remember the desperation I felt to exchange just about any other memory. Anything but the one I lost." Her hand moved up to her chest and gripped tightly on the fabric. "Afterwards, memories just felt so distant and fleeting."

Cassian's heart ached at the pained expression. As painful waiting for her was, he never really considered all the types of obstacles she had to overcome to return. "Was it difficult?"

She looked surprised at the question, "Was what difficult?"

"Choosing to come back."

Nesta laughed. "No, of course not. There was never a doubt. " She shuffled and continued, "But maintaining my sense of self was the challenging part. Especially towards the end when I had lost so many precious memories. There were days when I could hardly remember who I was. I knew I was named Nesta Archeron - a High Fae Made by the Cauldron. My sisters, by blood, are Feyre and Elain. My sisters-in-arms, by choice, are Gwyn and Emerie. My mate " her eyes softened, "is Cassian. And I will fight to no end to return to them, to return to you. But beyond that, I had no idea who I was."

She focused a pointed gaze on him, "Even now, I do not know for certain. There are too many holes in my past."

Cassian cupped her face in his hands and said fiercely, "Nesta, having you back is the biggest miracle I could ever ask for. So what if you lost some memories? Or if you've changed? We can make new memories, we can rediscover this new Nesta. All it matters is that we are in this together."

Nesta stared him, eyes wide. Then she broke into a smile. A joy lit her face so bright it took his breath away. "Together."

Cassian made a split second decision. He wrapped his body around her securely and grinned, "Hold tight."

Without a second warning Cassian launched the both of them into the sky, laughing when Nesta yelped.

He landed them at the House of Wind. Faelights flashed excitedly as the House greeted Nesta, who patted the wall affectionately.

As he led them into his room, he felt the sudden onset of nerves building and his heart beat wildly. He took out the two wrapped gifts from his drawer and inhaled deeply to calm the damned butterflies. Easier one first, he thought rationally and passed the slightly larger package.

"Your gifts for Solstice." He explained at her questioning look.

History of the Valkyries

Hands slightly shaking, she opened the book to where it was marked.

Rebirth

For Nesta,

You showed us that our stories were worth telling

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gingerly flipped through the pages, reading random snippets of the chapter. She then closed the book and closed her eyes, hugging the book tightly to her chest.

His heartbeat turned thunderous while Nesta still had her eyes closed. Doubts filled his head. Maybe this was a mistake. She just came back, he still had time-

A slight breeze whipped his face, snapping him out of it. Cassian could almost feel the House's exasperation.

When Nesta opened her eyes, Cassian was down on one knee. He held the box in his hand and opened it, revealing a matte silver ring which had no stone. Instead it was lined with braids and flame-like swirls.

"Yes."

"I haven't said anything."

"You didn't have to."

As Cassian looked into Nesta's joyous face, he realised that words didn't matter. Just her and him. He pulled her down to the ground with him to kiss her deeply. He groaned into her mouth as she grinded into his hips. Soon, the clothes were strewn around the floor and moans filled the air. Golden threads woven between the two of them glowed brightly.

You're mine.

And I'm yours.

Forever.

#acotar #a court of silver fire #nessian #acotar fandom #acotar fic #nesta x cassian #pro nesta archeron

[muzanswaifu]

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Vexing Love

Sanemi x Florist!Fem!Reader

Here's a little tidbit from one of the requests I'm working on! Momma's been working so hard lately and ik you guys have been too so here's a lil treat hehe (sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Warnings: Fluff, Sanemi is bad at flirting, Reader is sassy, Reader is a bad bitch, Sanemi has it bad, Nemi is allergic to pollen

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"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just hear to nag. I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.



"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."



She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.



"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the feeling that ate him slowly.



She thinks you're ugly



He shook his head of the stupid thought, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung gently to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -



"Flashy."



She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"



"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.



"Flashy?"



"Yah."



"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?



"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."



She turned around from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out. Comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.



"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.



Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million time, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?



"What did I do?" he called after her.



"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the time he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of flowers as he'd avoided them without an after thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk it then.



He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.



"It was a compliment!" 

"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.



"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."



He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

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[maracujatangerine]

Being Rover - Part 1

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

- Next

Sharp-edged gravel cut into the pet’s shins and knees, even through the new dark grey trousers. It was kneeling next to its mistress, striving to hold a perfect position.

It tried to keep all emotion from its face, but its stomach churned with worry. Normally, it would be looking after the kids, or cleaning the house, or working in the garden. Today, it’s owners had told it to have a shower and had given it new clothes. It had obeyed, of course, and its mistress had put it into the car and driven to a large, fancy-looking building in the outskirts of town. What were they doing here? This break in the routine was unprecedented and not auspicious.

Its mistress had her tawny hair arranged in smooth waves, her make-up tastefully applied, her expensive jewellery gleaming in the sun.

“Hi Martha!” A short, curvy, strikingly beautiful woman waved enthusiastically as she walked up to them. The pet’s mistress smiled, somewhat mechanically.

“Hello Holly.”

“I’m sorry we are a bit late.” The blonde woman was dressed in sporty attire in hues of pink and blue, her blonde hair falling in curls around her face. She also had a pet with her, a young dark-haired woman that followed her mistress like a silent shadow.

“That’s quite all right.”

“Thank you. Oh, so this is your pet!” The woman hunched down and took the pet’s chin in her hand, gently tilting its face up. Her eyes were intensely blue, like a spring sky. “What a cutie!” She glanced smilingly up at Martha, and then back down at the pet itself. “You are such a pretty boy.” She released the pet’s chin and cupped its cheek instead. The pet leaned into the touch, as it had been taught, and she responded with a low, warm laugh. “And so well-behaved, as well.”

She rose with an appreciative nod. “I think that the two of you will get along well together. This is Guinevere, she also goes by Jenny.”

She indicated the female pet who by now was kneeling at her side. The young female pet had a thin, serious face, flanked by long, straight hair falling like a shiny curtain around her face. Her eyes were dark blue.

She might be named after a queen, the pet thought to itself, drawing on a knowledge it didn’t even knew it had, but she is the lady-in-waiting. Jenny was pretty, but not as strikingly beautiful as her owner. She seemed quiet and reserved next to her blonde and bubbly mistress.

“What is the name of your pet?” The blonde woman asked.

“Oh, his name is Rover. The kids named him, you see.”

“That’s a nice name. I’m Holly de Vaal.” The blonde woman told the pet as the four of them walked towards the entrance.

In the corner of its eye, Rover could see its own mistress raising her eyebrows with surprise. Explaining things to a pet that it didn’t need to know. That was generous indeed. Unaware of Martha’s censure, the blonde woman continued. “My husband is often away on important business trips and Augustus likes me to have some company in the house. So he was such a dear and got me Jenny and she’s been with me ever since.” She smiled. “I’m so glad that we are going to hang out regularly now, so that Jenny will get some more company.”

Inside a well-lit room, the pets kneeled on a plush, dark blue carpet while Martha filled out some papers. The room was decorated with stylishly modern sofas and antique gilt-framed paintings featuring nobles with hunting dogs, horses and falcons.

Then, Rover’s owner paid a truly exorbitant sum of money with her credit card.

“Yay!” Holly clapped her hands together. “I’m so glad you decided to become a member.”

Martha smiled. “I’m sure it will be wonderful. So, what’s next?”

“They offer a medical check-up every six months as a part of the membership, which is super convenient. It is almost time for Jenny to have hers, and it is required to let them go over your pet’s health status the first time, so I thought we could start off with getting that done together.” She beamed at Martha, who nodded.

“Well, shall we hand over the pets and go?”

“Actually,” Holly smiled fondly down at the dark-haired young woman at her feet. “Jenny is a bit nervous about having the exam, so I always like to go with her. It makes her feel a bit more comfortable. Not that they ever would do anything cruel to a pet here.” She widened her blue eyes earnestly. “This simply isn’t that sort of place. They are very professional. But I know that pets sometimes have issues like that, apparently the handlers at WRU are not always the best quality.” Her brown furrowed with concern. “I have written to the WRU about some of the things Jenny’s told me about and they assured me that they would deal with it and that it wouldn’t happen again.” She smiled kindly, looking at the blonde pet. “What about Rover, is he scared?

Martha looked down at the pet, as if seeing it for the first time, as if the younger woman had suggested that her chair or her handbag could have feelings.

“No, he’s fine with everything.” The cold glare she gave the pet told it that it’d better be.

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This is a side story that takes place several years before Coriander meets Lydia. During this time, his owners call him Rover. This story can be read independently, even if you haven’t read anything of his present-day story. Likewise, if you prefer to just read about Coriander now, it can be skipped.

I hope you’ll enjoy this sojourn to the past. ☺️

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[minthe-lover]

Chapter 217 analysis part 1

So this chapter is just.... alot. I sort of did it with last chapter but I'm going to breaking down and analyzing basically every piece of dialogue from the hades and thanatos discussion, cause I feel likes it's an interesting in a bad way but interesting none the less.

Now to start with the only good thing in the chapter, I like hypnos design along with that room. I think having the wings be sort of liquid looks a bit weird on other god but having them wrap around him to tastefully cover the dick is alright. That along with the bright red leaves contrasting the grey god also it good.. especially since we don't see alot of red background in the story.

Warning: this analysis is long as fuck. Like... lonnggggggg

Now Daphne is a terrible partner, Thanatos set a clear and fully understand boundary to not talk to Hades someone who was and has been abusive towards him his whole life and Daphne should never try to undermined that. Going over your partners decision to try and force him to talk and forgive his abuser is shitty and terrible thing to attempt to do. For some people cutting of an abuser is the healthiest option for them.

But you know what.. this is a story, and exploring Thanatos and Hades relationship is part of that deal. Though the "therapy" talk that Daphne tries to pull is basically meaningless, and Daphne should have immediately told Hades to fuck off after she asked Hades to respect Thanatos feelings and he basically just said no.

Also it's just incredibly clear that Hades doesn't value Thanatos feelings from just that line, it's a problem through out the chapter where Hades just doesn't listen to Thanatos. Plus the second he didn't agree to those terms Daphne should have told him to fuck off, it was an incredibly simple request that Hades felt the need to argue about.

Plus Daphne pulling the basically moral high ground to say that Thanatos expressing his anger towards his abuser to terrible and also clearly viewing their stances at equal... instead of siding with her partner against his abuser. Also given saying that Thanatos anger is pointless even after Hades clearly shows he has no interest in respecting Thanatos boundaries. Plus again... Hades clearly has no interest in apologizing if his first reactions to Thanatos presenting a huge problem with him being banished is to simply argue with Thanatos.

Also I fuck hate how a FEMINIST COMIC, is pulling the "harr harr men can't communicate harr harr" joke. It pisses me off because it's incredibly close to radfem rhetoric where men are terrible emotionless angry people, and playing it off as a joke where Daphne reaction is just being annoyed instead of worried... cause again that sort of view is learned from sexiest society that treats men as they should be emotionless and always work things through with anger, which generally speaking is learned from parents or leader figures aka Hades.

Anyway so after this Daphne does the wonderful and amazing thing of leaving her partner in a room with his abuser with no emotional support to go play on her phone!! how sweet and amazing/s.

Though I gotta say I think the discussion starts okay, with Hades asking what happened after he was banished. Though repeating this for like the 80th... we should have seen what happened to Thanatos are self and done this in order. Though smaller note, Hades phrasing which instead of being "what happened after I banished you from the underworld" instead is phrased as a way that makes it seem both Thanatos choice and not something Hades forced him into. Remember this cause it's here alot in the chapter.

After this we get into what happened to Thanatos which I'll go into a bit more later... my main thing is how Thanatos talked about his struggle after his banishment, and Hades first reaction isn't.. say apologizing for banishing him.. or say "hearing and valuing thanatos feelings" he immediately talks about how great being stuck away from his home with nymphs would be... even tho he also knows that during this time Thanatos was in a relationship? It's possible he doesn't but given Hades own experiences still a bad thing to say.

"Only a man with no understanding of loyalty would think that was a good idea"

Another big problem with this chapter which Thanatos underplays the problems he has to make Hades seem better. This one isn't that bad, but having Hades shitty comment followed by Thanatos saying "well your sort of true" is.. annoying... cause it's clearly a bad thing to say and Hades just doesn't get called out on that. Especially for time that suppose to be about Thanatos struggles and it's dismissed as a problem by Hades.

The next two lines are... alright. They are Hades trying to empathize with Thanatos because of a similar shared experience but he doesn't do that for an apology or to even admit what Thanatos went through was difficult. Instead it's used to have a very clunky transition to Hades trauma excuse.

It takes like... two sentences to fix most of this chapter. after these lines have Hades express sympathy for what Thanatos has went through before apologizing for what happened during his childhood and the part he played in it. Just something that expresses Hades regret for his actions.

After that is the transition to Hades talking about his personal trauma but it's Thanatos line that I wanna talk about it.... because it's something that someone who has had them being rude as a child constantly being use to guilt trip and manipulate someone. Thanatos first reaction to Hades bringing up his childhood is to go 'yeah I know i was rude'... it just makes me... really really freaken sad... like christ Hades what the fuck did you do to this child.

Now we go into the main negative point the of the chapter, where Hades talks about how so terrible Thanatos abandonment was for him. Hades was someone with resources and friends he could use to support himself and Thanatos.. 'didn't know what to do with you' is a stupid excuse, finding a child someone who will care for him even if you fall short is clearly what you do.

Thanatos had no choice as hades says himself but Hades DID. Hades just decided to not find this child proper support.

Again he uses another common manipulation tactic similar to ones in the last chapter. Where Hades said he treated Thanatos like shit because it would either help him being less lazy or to "make things less confusing for you". That and how this chapter ties into generational trauma.. which.. is gonna be alot so lets get into that.

Now I don't fully mind the idea that Hades having worried for fatherhood because of his fathers treatment, but he doesn't do anything about it.. which I again don't fully min but what I do have a problems is instead of explore generational trauma as a difficult thing that can deeply effect someone and pass down terrible things both mentally and physically. Instead.. it's just... an excuse for shitty actions.

So uhhh.. time for the section where I talk about bojack horseman because it talks about generational trauma alot and I rewatch it way to many times to make a comparison to anything else. Mainly I'm gonna talk about Beatrice horseman (spoilers). She like Hades is an abusive parent that dealt with a terrible childhood that deeply effected her ability to parents... but unlike Hades, Beatrice throughout the whole story her actions towards her son is always viewed as terrible and abusive.

The episodes exploring her past and her own abuse is some of the most heartbreaking and emotion episodes.. and they are written to make Beatrice sympathetic but not forgivable along with making points about the how sexism and fatphobia can have huge terrible effects even on women that we view as 'evil'. (basically just go watch the old sugarman place, times arrow, and free churro, they are the best episodes)

Hades generational trauma is barely explore, often only in his treatment towards Thanatos. It's only to make points he's scared of fatherhood which leads him to mistreated and neglected along with most likely emotional abuse towards Thanatos. They are also mainly used to make Thanatos basically forgive Hades... Hades actions are no longer 'bad' he's now just a sad angsty boi.

This is followed by the biggest problem in this chapter... this explanation of Hades trauma towards fatherhood doesn't lead into an apology from Hades. He presents this as a reason for his abuse.. but he never actually apologizes for said abuse. Instead it feels more like trying to get Thanatos to just... forget then abuse and probably the own trauma he received from his actions.

Which then leads into the two lines I hate the most, which again is when Thanatos underplays the problem. Cause ya know.... Hades didn't abandon thanatos... which means he clearly not terrible! Thanatos was someone starved of attention, care and affection, Hades was in the position with the ability to provide all of that when he knew that his mother didn't care for him.. and didn't give it to him.

It's again.. an exause I hear alot about abusive parents. "Well at least he was still there for you!".... abandonment is terrible, but emotional abuse and neglect also is.. Hades should be held accountable for his shitty actions not underplayed.

The same with the next few lines are also terrible trying to underplay the abuse and passing some of the blame onto Thanatos. It's again another line that seem terribly similar to ones abusive parents use while talking about children with mental illness. "You made me a bad parent because you were difficult and rude to me.. an adult". Thanatos in this panel is probably a teenager cause of hades mustache.

It doesn't matter if it's difficult for the adult, a child being rude to a parent or parental figure is NEVER a reason at all for abuse. Hades failed and was clearly and outwardly cruel and neglectful to Thanatos, so yeah good for Thanatos making your life difficult.. you were shitty to a kid and he should hate you.

Thanatos being used to lesson Hades faults is so fucking clean during the next few lines... it's not even needed here but you still have Thanatos just immediately dismiss what he thought was HADES SAYING HE WANTED HIM DEAD.. just casually, like it's the same thing as someone just... accidentally pouring coffee on him.

Rs you didn't need this here... but you still shows thanatos bending over backwards to just brush of the abuse he got from Hades that it is painfully clear... and again no apology from hades even a passive one. just have him say "I'm sorry that happen to you" that's all you need.

next few lines are alright... just this weird half panel that made me think it was just cut off and not loading.

Next is the invitation to the brunch which... we've seen the brunch as a generally annoying and bad thing along with the fact the one time we saw it was at a strip club.. and your inviting you sort of son to it. That along with the fact that Thanatos JUST told you about how zeus also banished him from olympus and you just assume that he would also want to just casually go to brunch with him.

Also Hades lack of apology is made even worse by the fact that Thanatos apologizes!! Also it's made worse by the fact that.... Hades wouldn't have come and done any of this if he didn't need to get to hypnos. Hades didn't say learn that he had hurt thanatos while he was kronos and then go out and search for him to apologize.. instead he's here for a kinda selfish and shitty reason that could very much upset thanatos.

Last thing I wanna talk about for this part is just... I think this chapter is boring... it suffers from the same problem as the minthe and thetis conversation, where is no emotion in it. Besides the anger in the beginning there is little not no emotions or struggle... they seem more bored then anything.

Hades and Thanatos are having this deep emotional and heartfelt conversation about their past and abuse... and they don't get emotional. They don't cry or struggle with their words, or even seem to be unable to talk about difficult topics. It's a boring emotionaless conversations thats just there to make Hades seem better... it's suppose to be the end to this important character arch and it just... feels like a let down.

Part 2 here

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[my-hot-asian-wife]

Watching her get fucked for the first time

The air was thick with anticipation as we arrived at Mark’s apartment. My heart raced in my chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement that seemed to take over my entire body. I couldn't help but glance over at my wife, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a nervous energy that made her seem almost giddy. She was dressed in the most sexy little skirt and tight tank top imaginable. Her legs and pussy were freshly waxed and her black bra could be seen through the material with the right light, pushing her tits together beneath the babied. She was dressed to kill and I was hard as a rock even though I had jerked off several times that morning in hopes of being ready. We had been planning this for months now, ever since we first discovered the thrill of swinging at the local swingers club. And tonight, it was all finally going to happen…watching my wife get fucked by someone. The road here was a long one and it wasn’t as easy as you’d think to find the right guy for this type of thing. Mark was our age, single, and experienced at playing the bull in several Hotwife and cuckold relationships in the past. He wasn’t shy at admitting that my wife would be the most attractive woman, by far, that he would ever be with. My wife wasn’t shy about how attracted she was to his tall and muscular body. He had two sleeves of tattoos and exuded confidence. The best part was he had an impressive, thick, 8” cock. He literally looked like he could do porn. Like Johnny Sins with nice hair. My wife admitted that this guy wasn’t her typical “type” but she was intrigued with the idea of having sex with someone like him…a fantasy shes verbalized to me in the past.

Mark opened the door and invited us in with a warm smile. He was wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his chiseled torso. My cock twitched in my pants as I took him all in. My wife seemed to be having a similar reaction, her eyes not able to tear themselves away from his body. They had video chatted before and I watched as they both showed off their body to one another. It was days before we discussed the rules. Mark would wear a condom for all vaginal penetration. Although I would mainly be watching, I would hop in later for double penetration before we both finished. Mark assured my wife she would have multiple orgasms and that he was an expert at eating pussy.

The apartment was tastefully decorated with a large king-sized bed taking up most of the center of the room. There was a huge television mounted on the wall above the bed, a wet bar, and a seating area with a leather couch and a couple of chairs. "So, do you guys want a drink or would you prefer to get right down to it?” Mark asked, breaking the tense silence in the room. My wife shot me a nervous look before turning back to Mark with a shy smile. "Up to you baby” she said as she looked at me. Her voice was nervous and barely above a whisper. “I’m good with that” I said as Mark nodded eagerly and stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her into him. Their bodies pressed tightly together, his hand moving up to squeeze one of her perfect ass cheeks.beneath her short skirt.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched my wife respond to his touch. Her hands moved up to rest on his broad shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned into the embrace. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together in a way that only people who were truly attracted to each other could. It was hot and passionate, and I felt a surge of jealousy rise up inside me as I watched them. But at the same time, I was grateful for this moment. Grateful that I had found a man who could make my wife feel this way, grateful that I could share in this experience with her. Despite our past soft swaps, it was the first time I’ve seen her kiss another man, something we debated whether or not we should do this time. As they continued making out, Mark slid his hands to her waste and undid the button to her skirt, loosening it and letting it fall to the floor exposing her black lace panties.

My cock was painfully hard in my pants as I watched my wife's body pressed against Mark's. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have my own cock inside her, to feel her warmth and tightness around me as she moaned my name. But for now, I had to be content with watching. As they continued kissing, Mark knelt down and slowly pulled her panties to the side, revealing my wife's perfectly tight waxed pussy. He looked at it for a moment, taking in the sight of her wetness, before leaning forward and gently kissing her lips. "You're so fucking beautiful" he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Mark glanced at me with a grin before positioning my wife on her back on his bed. He crouched low and began flicking his tongue on her clit. She let out a gasped and then a moan as he continued to go down on her. It was so fucking hot.

I moved a little closer, unable to resist the temptation to touch her. I gently brushed my fingers against her hip, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. She arched her back into Mark's touch, her hips grinding against his face as he continued to eat her out. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was in a euphoric state. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her nails dug into the bedding as she lost control. Finally, with a loud cry, she started dirty talking, “oh fuck, oh my god, yes, that’s it!” She looked at me with lustful eyes as she continued to cry out, “you’re so fucking good!” her body shuddering and twitching under Mark's skilled tongue. He looked up at me as she writhed beneath him, a satisfied smile on his lips. Mark began rubbing her pussy with his fingers as he flicked his tongue, eventually he began fingering her. It wouldn’t take long for her to climax, “fuuuuuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, make me cum!” As her body tensed and twitched I could see her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut as she grasped hard onto fhr comforter. It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and she had already came. Mark was clearly very turned on by it all as he quickly pulled off his pants and boxer briefs. His impressive cock was rock hard.

“Fuck, look at that cock baby. I know you want to suck it. That is the biggest cock you will have sucked, right?” My wife looked up from the bed, regaining her composure. Her eyes were wide with excitement, “oh my god, that’s big.” She slowly got up from the bed and began kissing Mark again as she reaches out to wrap her hand around his length. She slowly stroked him as they passionately hooked up. Mark began pulling off her top and she was left only wearing her black lace push-up bra. She continued to stroke as she turned back to look at me. “Should I suck him now?” I nodded as I slowly undid my pants, watching my wife drop to her knees. Mark was towering above her, his large muscular frame and massive cock was a stark contrast to my petite, short Asian wife, Her small hand wrapped around his thick shaft was the perfect contrast and an image I still have burned into my mind to this day. She began kissing his shaft from the side before sticking out her tongue. Like a total slut she licked the length of his shaft like an ice cream bar, teasing both sides before slowly opening her mouth to receive him. I watched in awe as her lips stretched over the head, and her mouth enveloped his shaft. She began bobbing her head slowly, clearly struggling to deal with his size. It was so fucking hot to watch. I began touching myself as she sucked, waiting for the perfect opportunity to join in.

Mark's hands gripped her hair tightly as he began thrusting his hips, fucking her face. Her eyes watered as he went deeper and deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate him. She was so wet, the sound of her slurping was incredibly erotic. I couldn't hold back anymore. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her as I positioned my cock at her entrance. I slowly began pushing in, feeling the tightness of her pussy as I entered. She let out a moan as I bottomed out, her ass pressing against my groin. I began thrusting slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of being inside her again. It had been too long. Mark looked at us, his eyes filled with lust as he continued to fuck my wife's mouth. I looked at her, my wife, as she bobbed her head up and down on Mark's cock, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The sight of her like this was too much. I began thrusting harder, faster, losing myself in the sensation of being with them. I felt like I was about to cum so I slowed down and pulled out. Seamlessly my wife turned her head and opened her mouth, offering a place to shove my cock, I took my turn, placing my dick in her mouth as she simultaneously started jerking Mark off. We stood over her as she acted like a complete slut, alternating between both of our cocks…sucking one, and stroking the other back and forth. I was barely able to hold it together for the several minutes this went on. After a small break in the flow, she unclasped her bra and continued. Mark and I grabbed a handful of each breast and toyed with her hard nipples as she alternated blowing us.

My wife was not panting from not being able to get deep breaths of air having to pleasure the two of us. As she finished sucking me I could see saliva and spit dripping from her mouth and chin as she simultaneously stared stroking both of our wet dicks. It was so incredibly hot I felt like I was going to cum again if I let her keep going. I moved things along, “I think she’s ready to be fucked.” I said, cuing Mark to put on a condom. As Mark did that, she continued stroking me as she teased, “are you enjoying yourself so far? Do you want to watch him fuck me now?” Her eyes were mischievous and lust filled. I responded, “yeah baby, I want him to make you cum.”

Mark positioned her on the bed again, this time placing himself between her legs. Like a slutty Hotwife, she instantly spread them wide, welcoming him. He slowly pushed inside her, his cock disappearing into her wet, tight pussy. She let out the loudest moan as he slowly pushed deeper, his hips almost fully reaching her. He began thrusting slowly at first, letting her adjust to his girth. I reached over and began caressing her breast, pinching her nipple as I watched them together. He picked up the pace slightly as I watched her tits bounce back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking. I started sucking on her nipples as she cried out, “fuuuck, oh my god, he’s so fucking big…it’s so fucking deep…” she continued to wince and moan as Mark began pushing harder. Now his hips were slapping against my wife’s. I could t even imagine how she was taking it. I’ve stretched her with some large dildos before but never thrusted them this aggressively.

Her hands were gripping the sheets as Mark began fucking her harder, faster. Her pussy was completely soaked, the sounds of her moans and the slapping of our bodies echoed through the room. I could feel the tension building in my own cock as I watched them together. I knew it wouldn't be long before I joined in again. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I want you to cum again, babe.” Her reply was breathless and lust filled, "Oh fuck yes, please make me cum. I want you to both use me.” It was all the encouragement I needed. I climbed higher onto the bed next to her head, positioning my cock at the entrance of her mouth. She reached back and guided it in, moaning as I filled her once again. "She moaned as Mark kept fucking her, her throat muscles feeling like a vibrator on my cock as she moaned, “mmmmmm.” She continued to enjoy the fucking she was getting as I began thrusting myself in and out of her mouth, giving her an aggressive face fucking. Without even gagging, she took it like a pro. I pulled out to recover and that’s when I saw her body tighten the way it does before she cums, “yes! That’s it, don’t fucking stop…keep going!” Before I could even shove my dick back in her mouth she winced and moaned loudly as she orgasmed again. It was so hot to watch.

Her body relaxed as she came down from her orgasm, her pussy clenching around Mark as he slowed down his pace. I reached over and rubbed her clit, teasing her as she tried to catch her breath. I leaned in, kissing her neck as I whispered, "you are such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" She moaned in response, "mmmmm, yes, I am. I love being your slut." I could tell she meant every word. The way she was talking, the way she was responding to his thrusts, the way she was responding to me. She was in pure bliss. Mark teased, “are you done?” I interjected, “no, I think she’s ready for more DP.” I ushered her on all fours next.

Mark pulled out of her, causing her to let out an another loud moan from the sensitivity. He positioned himself behind her, lining his cock up with her pussy from doggy style. She arched her back as he slowly pushed in, filling her well fucked pussy. She moaned loudly, "oh fuck! Ahh." Mark began thrusting gently, slowly, letting her adjust to his size again. I moved in front of her, positioning my cock at her mouth, guiding myself in, feeling her wet lips grip me as I slid inside. I began thrusting in rhythm with Mark, fucking her from both ends. She let out a mixture of moans and grunts as she was taken by both of us. Her body shook with each thrust, her tits bouncing with the motion. Watching her take the two of us made me feel like I was directing my own porn scene. My hot wife, taking the two of us like she’s done it a million times was the fucking hottest thing I could imagine.

Her moans became louder and more desperate as she felt herself getting close again. She reached back, gripping onto Mark's ass cheek as she began to cum. "Oh fuck! Yes! I'm cumming!" she cried out, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as mine fell out of her mouth. We both groaned in pleasure as he felt her tight muscles. Her orgasm seemed to last forever this time. This time we told her to spin around. I started to slowly insert my cock into her pussy as Mark guided his dick to her mouth. My wife took him into her mouth, condom and all before abruptly stopping. “Take this off” she said as she began pulling the condom off of his dick. “Just put another one on if you fuck me again.” I pushed slowly as I watched my wife focus her attention at giving Mark head. Her pussy felt noticeably stretched and was so wet there was much less friction than I was use to. I continued to thrust harder and faster, until it was my hips slapping against hers. I watched as her head and mouth bounced up and down Mark’s cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I didn’t care. I kept thrusting until making the announcement; “I’m gonna cum!” For whatever reason this seemed to get my wife and Mark very turned on to as they both moaned and grunted hard in anticipation. Mark let out the words, “give her a nice fucking load!” before he completely lost control, blowing his load, in her mouth before he could pull out. At almost the exact same time I felt my cock convulse and throb, a warm stream of cum filled her pussy just as I could see Mark with his cock out, stroking it near my wife’s hanging tits, awkwardly trying to finish ejaculating on her. To this day I’m not sure if Mark had intended to cum in her mouth but we specifically agreed he should either cum on her tits or in the condom.

All of us remained collapsed on the bed for a moment to recover. Mark was the first to break the silence and panting, “I’m so sorry, I tried to pull out in time.” My wife laughed it off, “it’s alright, I just didn’t expect it.” He went on to say it was literally the hottest sex he’s had, no exaggeration. We got dressed and said our goodbyes. Although Mark tried to nail us down for another date before we left we assured him we would be in touch after we had the time to talk and process everything. As we walked out his apartment my wife and I looked at each other like two kids who had a funny secret between them. “Did you end up swallowing?” I asked in jest. My wife looked at me after rolling her eyes, “I totally didn’t expect that…I definitely swallowed a little but spit most of it out…It wasn’t too much.”

We went home and talked over everything; our favorite moments, our least favorite moments, and what we would do differently the next time around. Recounting her first true hotwife experience naturally hit us both horny again and we were back to fucking less than hour from when we left Mark’s place but this time, I would be fucking a fully converted Hotwife.

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

10/5/23: It was 50 years ago today, October 5th, 1973, Elton John released his seventh album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. So I wrote already a paragraph about this record, but it got lost when my computer just decided to start screaming... not sure what happened, but I'm sure it's related to my refusal to upgrade to Windows II. Anywho, starting over, this record, a double-album, is certainly a top five best album of 1973... even most of the deep cuts are from at worst listenable to at best near classics. We'll start with the four U.S. Top 40 songs first, as I won't cover them by the time this blog is over... let's start with the #1 song 'Bennie and the Jets'... wow... I think at one point in my 1990s days of hating everything un-ironic, I did not like this song... but it drew me back in like Michael Corleone. Such a unique tune too, as it's pretty simple and kind of empty throughout... easy thumpy beat, random crowd noises, Elton on piano and organ... then he hits that falsetto 'BENNIE!"... I mean c'mon! Oh yeah, I was going to say that this album has aged very well... like there's nothing really embarrassing here (except maybe the title of a certain ska song we'll get to). After 'Bennie', the title track was huge too... kind of a ballad, but such a memorable tune... it would reach #2. Then we have the controversial pick... what I mean is, do we like the original 'Candle In the Wind' which kind of rocks a little, or, do we go with the in-concert 1988 version that became an MTV hit, OR, do we recognize the elephant in the room and go with the 1997 version that replaces MM with Princess Diana. Fuck all that, sorry. The original destroys the other ones, and fuck you if you think otherwise... that newer shit is sentimental garbage, and in a way taking advantage of an accidental death. Yes, I feel passionate about this, because 'Candle' fit MM just so well, and it was done so tastefully. My opinion, fine, but I'm mad that it's even an issue. The song would originally reach #6... you can look up the 'reboots'. Okay! And then the 'rockin' song on the record is 'Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting'... I can remember being a kid and getting EJ's first greatest hits on cassette and this song was probably, along with 'Rocket Man', the main reason I got it. I wore that cassette out... and at the same time, wore out my enthusiasm for 'Saturday', but it's making a comeback in my mind. It's totally a fun song, straight up. Now let's talk about the other bangers... opening up Sir Elton's magnum opus is the 11-minute short suite 'Funeral For a Friend / Love Lies Bleeding'... honestly it really doesn't get going until about five minutes in, although for those first five minutes it's like Elton invited EL&P over to play a ballad... still great! And the rest of the song just fucking rocks... I rarely heard this on KSHE but I did... that's the only way I could have possibly known it before hearing the record. Now there are songs on this album that I did not know prior to exploring... some early deep cuts are the very-1973 sounding 'Grey Seal'... not only is this my favorite track on both records, it is a second or third runner-up to my favorite EJ song... I mean it's like he kicked out EL&P and brought in Steely Dan. That's the only way I can describe it... it's polished, but still raw somehow. Same goes for 'All the Young Girls Love Alice'... a much darker-in-theme rocker, but no less powerful. Okay the only kinda dumb thing about this record is the terrible title 'Jamaica Jerk-Off'... really, Elton (or should I say really Bernie T.)...? It makes me further annoyed because the song is kinda cool! It's not some Zeppelin attempt at faux-reggae, it's actually just plain ol' ska... it's very cool! Okay, since this is a double-album let's run down the rest: 'The Ballad of Danny Bailey' and the last track 'Harmony' are both very good semi-ballads... the rest of the tracks scattered area all just fine, but are only slightly above filler. Overall, though, holy dogshit this is an outstanding record. LISTEN NOW!!

#Youtube

[anitabyars]

A steamy and emotional standalone MM firefighter-hockey player romance

“I loved Jude and Hudson and their hard-won romance! Watching them fight their love, then fall in love was everything!”

— #1 NYT BESTSELLING LAUREN BLAKELY

It was supposed to be a random hookup.

At a crossroads, my life a hot mess, I swiped right on the guy with the washboard abs and the tree-trunk thighs. His handle was Holt (yeah, really) but as soon as he opened the door, I recognized him: Hudson Grey, the hottest prospect in pro-hockey and apparently, secretly playing for my team. Not mind-blowing enough? He needed someone to punch his V-card, and I was only too happy to volunteer as tribute . . .

Then he ghosted me when it got to be too much.

A year later, my life is back on track and I’m a candidate firefighter at legendary Engine 6. While I might be new to the Chicago Fire Department, I’m a veteran in the game of steamy hookups. My No. 1 rule? No newbies. Except now Hudson has been traded to my hometown team, the Chicago Rebels, and he’s out, proud, and ready to date. And he wants my help introducing him to the local gay scene.

My messy past means I’m the worst guy to be mentoring the shy, sexy jock. But neither can I stand by and watch while others touch the man who already feels like mine.

I might have been his first, but I’m about to learn that the new guy has even more to teach me about hunger, hope, and falling hard . . .

Includes: First times, hot firefighters, sexy hockey players, mini-golf shenanigans, meddling friends, and fighting like hell for the love of a lifetime.

My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Passionately explosive and soulfully seductive. Hudson and Jude’s story will have you spellbound from the beginning to the end. This is Kate Meader’s first M/M contemporary romance and although I would normally not read this genre. Since I am a big fan of Kate Meader I had to read this. I loved this story. It was perfect, so tastefully done so full of heat, heart, humor, and emotions. Every single page was filled with yummy perfection. Oh my! So good! I swooned hard for these characters!

Hudson Grey is at the start of his hockey career. He has been hiding his sexuality his whole life. So when he decides that he needed to finally lose his virginity to a stranger, he picks a town where he thinks nobody would know who he was. Uses an alias and checks into a upscale boutique and swipes right on a tattoo hottie.

Jude Torres has had a rough life since his mother died. Him and his father have never connected and his life had been one wrong move after another. It was supposed to be just a random hookup, with a guy with the cut, washboard abs but as soon as he opened the door he recognized him. Hudson Grey the hottest prospect in pro-hockey and secretly in the closet. He needed someone to punch his v-card and Jude was happy to help. Then he ghosted Jude when he found out he knew who he was.

A year later Jude is a candidate firefighter and has finally gotten his life back on track. No longer into newbies he has learned his lesson and sticking with ones with experience from now on.

Hudson Grey has been traded to Jude’s hometown team, the Chicago Rebels and he’s out, proud, and ready to date. Even going so far as to ask Jude to introduce him to the local gay scene. But Jude’s knows with his past, he was the worst one to be showing the shy and sexy hockey player around.

“There’s purity to him that makes my soul sing and my heart ache, someone could hurt him. Someone like me.“

But Jude can’t deny, the memories of him being Hudson’s first is an absolute obsession. But he has to draw the line, because potentially introducing this guy to the delights of another man’s body was firmly not on his list of priorities. But Hudson has a thing or two he would like to teach Jude for a change if only he didn’t play so hard to get! Because Hudson wanted his first relationship to be meaningful and sincere. But will Jude let him in?

Kate Meader does an excellent job of taking an often misunderstood lifestyle and presenting it in a romantic and exciting manner. Her descriptions were so vivid and tastefully done. Hot and sexy, her words steam off the the pages. Causing those little zips of excitement, with heart racing, blood pumping, as well as a wide grin on your face great read.

Received an early copy and this is my honest review.

#newrelease #kate meader #down in flames #hot fireman #hot hockey player #m/m books

[glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon]

pov: you're about to assassinate a masked lord of Waterdeep

#my art #oc #dungeons and dragons #dnd #fire genasi #i haven't drawn my man kenneth in a hot second so here he is #also i watched a single vid about light falloff and i was like huh. i could do that #colouring this was really fun :) #he's going grey now but tastefully so

[chloe-the-ice-queen]

This Doesn’t Mean We’re Friends - Ch. 2

Hey guys! Another chapter done and posted, I hope y’all enjoy it!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, I probably won’t cap it unless I really need to :)

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Marinette and Chloe rode in the Bourgeois limo from Marinette's bakery to the Grand Paris. Chloe filled her in on what to expect and what to do. "I'll be with you most of the time, so I can tell you who to steer clear of, and who you should try to talk to. I'll try to introduce you to a few people I know would be interested in your designs. You made that dress, right?"

"Yeah, designed and created it from scratch." Chloe eyed Marinette's dress appreciatively. It was tastefully made, the dark blue complementing the girl's dark hair and bluebell eyes. The top was halter-style, with a high neckline and no sleeves. It fit Marinette's form, with rhinestones glittering on her torso. The bottom half of her dress was long and elegant, falling loosely to the floor, the front hem higher than the back, showing off Marinette's silver heels. It wasn't half bad. 

It was actually quite impressive, as most of Marinette's designs were. She had upgraded from her normal pink capris and grey cardigan outfit after Lila had come back to school, transitioning to a more stylish, modern look. But this dress was nothing less than gorgeous on the small girl, but wasn't overly classy and overdone like some dresses she was sure to see throughout the night. It looked nice, but it didn't look like she was showing off, which Chloe could appreciate.

Chloe herself wore a sleek, sleeveless yellow dress that highlighted her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Chloe's hair flowed freely around her shoulders, curled and styled, while Marinette had hers up in an elegant bun, with loose curls framing her face. Together, the two girls contrasted each other, but the stark differences went well together. 

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, paparazzi and reporters swarmed the red carpet, bombarding the famous partygoers.

"They shouldn't be too interested in us, but just ignore them." Chloe advised Marinette, before opening her door and sliding out of the car. Marinette slipped out behind her, adjusting to the flashing of cameras and the buzz of conversation. She shut the door behind her, and joined Chloe in walking up the front steps.

Just going to the event was sure to bring her some recognition, especially accompanied by Chloe, but she wasn't too worried about being bombarded by paparazzi. Only a few reporters bothered them, and as instructed, Marinette tuned them out.

Once they entered the ballroom, the chatter became more of a dull roar. Chloe greeted a few people mingling just inside the doorway, before they were accosted by a very familiar voice. Adrien, who was dragging a disgruntled Lila along behind him. "Hey guys! It's nice to see you here!" Adrien enthused. 

"I'm sure." Chloe said, unamused. "Now if you don't mind, we need to-"

"I thought that you could introduce us to some of your friends here, Chloe. That way Lila can make some new friends-" Adrien interrupted. Lila suddenly looked interested in their conversation. 

"Well, since we know how many connections Lila has, I'm sure she doesn't need me to introduce her to anyone." Said Chloe. 

"Don't be like that Chl-"

"Chloe!!" Someone near them half shouted, turning the heads of people around them. A boy around their age was walking over to them, waving. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not. It's been a while." 

"Henri!" Chloe said, looking entirely amused. "I haven't spoken to you since that party in London."

"I doubt either of us will ever be invited to that again." Henri said, making Chloe laugh. Now that he was closer, Marinette studied him. He was very handsome, objectively, of course. The kind of easy beauty that makes you want to laugh or cry. He had dark brown curls, and kind brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. When he glanced at her, she felt her face flush a little. Chloe and the stranger, Henri, traded stories and jokes for a minute, while the other three observed. Adrien seemed to recognize the newcomer, and Lila was waiting for her chance to jump into the conversation.

"Now," his voice was quieter, teasing, but making sure the other three heard him as well. "You should introduce me to your very pretty friend here. I don't believe I've seen her at any of your events before." He smirked at Chloe, who rolled her eyes. 

"This is-"

"Lila, nice to meet you." The green eyed girl said, sticking out her hand, which he ignored, looking at her with annoyance and slight disbelief, if Marinette had to guess.

Chloe seemed taken aback, "This is Marinette, an amazing up-and-coming designer who my mother and Gabriel Agreste have both scouted for their brands." She turned to Marinette, "This is my friend Henri, his parents are both models and his mother is a designer my mother has collaborated with. I'm sure the two of you have quite a lot in common, so why don't we go find a table to chat?"

"Why don't we come with you? You know that I happen to be friends with quite a few designers and models myself, I might be able to give some input." Lila said, while Adrien, who had been looking angry at Chloe, perked up. 

He and his date began to follow the trio, when Chloe said, "Sorry, you two, but my mom reserved a table just for three. And I'm sure Lila can get you guys seats next to someone much more important anyways." She grabbed Marinette and pulled her along with her to a table near the front, Henri following behind them.

"Adrien's gotten worse since last time." The boy remarked as they sat down.

Marinette looked at him disapprovingly, when Chloe responded, "I agree. I thought it was just because of his dad, but his social skills have somehow become even worse since he started going to school."

Marinette looked surprised. Probably because she felt surprised. Didn't Chloe like Adrien? Wasn't he her best friend? Maybe they had a falling out, or maybe Chloe had stopped liking Adrien for the same reason Marinette had. Whatever the case, they could all agree on one thing. 

"That girl is nasty." Henri said. "Do you know her?"

Marinette and Chloe looked at each other. "Unfortunately," Chloe supplied. "She's in our class."

"Ah, my apologies. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marinette. If you're as good as Chloe said, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around more."

Marinette smiled as Chloe said, "She is quite talented. She made the dress she's wearing."

The bluenette looked at her shoes under the table. "Ah, an excellent designer then. I'll be sure to mention you to my parents when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, Chloe, I need to be going. I need to talk to a few people before I head out, it was good to see you again." 

The three stood, and Henri turned and hugged Chloe, and then turned to Marinette. She smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henri."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure." Henri said, and took Marinette's hand, kissing the back of her knuckles lightly, his eyes teasing. Marinette laughed, blushing slightly. 

The trio separated, Chloe pulling Marinette off to meet other people.

Through the entire interaction, two pairs of green eyes watched the small group from across the room. One filled with jealousy, one with annoyance and maybe a little sadness too.

----

Throughout the night, Chloe introduced Marinette to dozens of people. A few designers, models, artists, business moguls, celebrities, you name it. In return, Marinette stayed with Chloe and endured tedious conversations she had to engage in for her parents' sake. Chloe would never admit it, but having the baker girl there was nice, it made the evening slightly less unbearable. 

For the bluenette, it was great exposure into the fashion world. She got to meet several of her idols and make connections with influential people. People started to hear about her designs, many of them admired the dress she wore that showcased her budding talent.

Style Queen herself was thrilled to see her there. Chloe had let her mother know who she was bringing once Marinette was invited, of course, but Audrey was still happy to see her favorite young designer.

At the end of the evening, Marinette and Chloe rode back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery together. When the limo pulled to a stop, Marinette started to get out, then paused. "Thank you so much for everything Chloe. I know you don't like me much, but tonight was so much fun and I'm so grateful that you introduced me to so many people. And thank you for inviting me to come with you, even if it was just to tick off Lila." Marinette gushed, honestly honored by Chloe's thoughtfulness, even if it was caused by spite.

"Yeah whatever, you're welcome Dupain-Cheng, this doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Chloe grumbled.

Marinette smiled. "Good night, Chloe." She closed the door before Chloe could respond, and walked into the bakery. 

----

When Marinette went to bed that night, she went to sleep with a happy buzz in her chest, Tikki nestled beside her on the pillow. 

Alrighty then, I guess that’s Chapter 2 done! I hope y’all liked it!! And that should also be the end of these super short chapters, the next one will definitely be a lot longer, and will hopefully be posted sometime tomorrow?? I love you guys, thanks for all your support!

@agentofscifi

#miraculous #miraculous fic #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrien salt #alya cesaire #alya salt #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #lila salt #chloe bourgeois #chloe deserves better #chloe redemption #chloe redemption fic

[hawthornewhisperer]

epiphanies

Some DILF!Draco for @ambpersand. Currently 1,500 words and rated T, but I hope to add a second chapter tonight/tomorrow/soon that would be rated M. This will stay tumblr-only until I have that second chapter ready, then I'll put the whole shebang up on Ao3.

Inspired by this incredible fanart by @mignon-chignon and thank you to @bgonemydear for her on-the-spot betaing.

Hermione hadn’t even finished getting dressed when the owl from the Ministry arrived. She scanned the note, swore under her breath, and dashed off a reply. If the Mitford hearing had been moved up, that meant she needed the files and she needed them today.

She had last seen them in Malfoy's briefcase as he went home two days ago, but he'd been out of the office ever since. She hurried up the stairs to her building’s owlery, scribbled a note to Malfoy and returned to her flat, hoping against hope she was wrong.

His return owl arrived when she was halfway through her toast and she groaned under her breath. Mitford files are at my place. I’ll leave them in the Floo Parlor.

That was it, not even his initials as a sign off. “Rude prat,” she grumbled under her breath. Malfoy had been working at the firm with her for the past six months, and while he was no longer the sneering bully she remembered from Hogwarts, he was an exceedingly grumpy arsehole most of the time. Everything he said was clipped and sardonic, and he seemed to have a deathly allergy to saying thank you. She would have hated working with him if he wasn’t so bloody good at his job, which had downgraded her feelings towards him from “loathe completely” to “tolerate grudgingly.”

Hermione always did have a weakness for competence.

She grabbed her blazer and joined the queue in the lobby for the floo, still piling her hair into a bun on the top of her head when she took her turn.

Malfoy’s Floo Parlor was immaculate. It looked like a magazine spread, tastefully decorated and without even a speck of dust. In contrast, her tiny flat looked like a library had exploded in it, largely because one basically had.

But of course Malfoy’s was neat and tidy and...empty. The Mitford files were nowhere to be seen. She let loose a swear that would have made her ex-husband proud and steeled herself to walk into Malfoy’s apartment proper, wishing she had had time for an extra cup of tea if she was going to have to deal with his surly face before nine am.

She pushed open the door to the rest of his flat, ready to snap at him, and froze.

He had his back to her, looking out the expansive window that framed much of London, and the first thing she noticed was he had a very nice back.

A very nice bare back, because he was shirtless. Shirtless and holding a baby.

She knew he had a child, of course. He had one framed photo of the boy on his desk— the only photo of any kind in his entire office, which otherwise resembled a prison cell with a very fancy sofa— but Malfoy did not talk about personal matters at work. All she knew was his name— Scorpius— and that he was approximately Albus Potter’s age.

The little boy shared his father’s blond hair, but there was a soft curl to the ends that must have come from his mother. The Malfoy-Greengrass divorce had been the subject of more than one gossip page article, but Hermione hadn’t read any of them— she didn’t like how exploitative they felt, turning people’s pain into sport for entertainment.

Not that she cared much about Malfoy’s pain, per se, but it was the principle of the thing.

Scorpius’s eyes were red rimmed and his cheeks looked sticky with tears as he eyed her over his father’s shoulder. His father’s exceptionally muscled, well defined, bare shoulder. The boy pawed at his eye with a chubby fist and she watched as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the side of his son’s head, the sort of careless affection she was used to seeing from Harry with his boys but she had never once thought she would see from Malfoy. “It’s okay buddy, I know. It hurts,” she heard him murmur, and she realized she had been staring for entirely too long.

She cleared her throat and he turned with a start. “Fuck, the Mitford files,” he said, the soft look on his face vanishing in an instant.

Hermione felt an odd sort of loss when his familiar cold mask slipped into place, like she had gotten a glimpse of something she would never see again.

Why she wanted to see that look on his face again was a mystery she didn't much feel like solving.

“They’re in my study, hold on,” he added, shifting Scorpius higher on his hip and padding barefoot towards a closed door.

Hermione used his absence to compose herself. She was just thrown by seeing her coworker out of context, that was all.

Out of context and shirtless with an unfairly sculpted chest, plus a pair of joggers slung low across his hips. Did all men have muscles that arrowed down from their hips like that? That was not something she had seen in the flesh before, and it had her flustered.

By the time he returned with the Mitford file, she was thoroughly uncomposed. “You know if you’re going to be off work you really shouldn’t take home client files that can’t be owled,” she snapped.

Anger flashed across his face. “I’ll be sure to have Scorpius schedule his sleep regressions and teething fits with you next time,” he growled.

“It’s nothing to do with him,” she said, doing her best to keep her eyes anywhere but where they wanted to be, which was staring at the play of morning light on the planes of his chest. “These files are supposed to stay at the office for a reason, Malfoy.”

Exhaustion abruptly flooded his features. He pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes and Scorpius nuzzled into his neck. “I know,” he said, broad shoulders slumping. “Look, this week has been hell. I didn’t think I would be out this long. I’m sorry,” he added, and quite frankly, she never thought Draco Malfoy would ever apologize to her for anything.

The shock from hearing those two words was the only explanation for what came out of her mouth next. “When was the last time you showered?”

Something that was almost a smile tugged the corner of his mouth up. “I look that bad, huh?”

Actually he looked like a Greek god carved out of marble but she wasn’t about to tell him that. And he did have rather alarming purple shadows under his eyes, plus stubble that indicated it had been several days since he shaved. “You’ve looked better,” she said, reaching out and plucking Scorpius from his arm. “I don’t have to be in for a bit. Go shower.”

He hesitated, but Scorpius was already interestedly pulling at her hair. “Okay,” Malfoy said, something unreadable in his grey eyes. “It’ll only be a minute.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Scorpius, who giggled. “Take your time.”

By the time Malfoy emerged from his bedroom, freshly showered and shaved and in jeans and a white v-neck shirt, Hermione and Scorpius were on the living room floor while he clambered all over her like a muggle jungle gym. Scorpius was fascinated by her hair and was sitting next to her while she laid flat on her back, grabbing chubby fistfuls and yanking on it.

“Careful, he’ll skin you bald if you let him,” Malfoy drawled.

She pushed herself up to sitting, at first grateful Draco had put on a shirt and then disappointed as it meant his chest was now hidden from view. But then he crossed his arms and the muscles in his biceps strained against the sleeve of his shirt, and she circled back to grateful again.

“There’s plenty to go around,” she said, gently prying Scorpius’s hand from her hair and retying it into a bun. Draco's gaze rested on her as she did, and an unaccountable blush started crawling up her neck.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said, sitting down on the couch, lifting Scorpius into his lap and bringing the total number of apologies she had ever heard from his lips to two.

She shrugged. “Honestly? You’ve been worse.”

He huffed, a noise that almost sounded like a laugh. “I have been a prat, haven’t I? Between the divorce and Scorpius, I’ve been an arsehole at the office. I’ll try and do better,” he said.

The utter sincerity of his words drew her up short. “Actually, I was talking about Hogwarts but yes, you have been a prat at the office.”

Draco blinked. “Fuck, I— I never apologized for that, did I?”

“You didn’t, but it’s okay,” she said surprising herself. Apologies were nice, but they didn't mean much if the person didn't actually try to improve. She wasn’t sure when, exactly, but at some point in the last six months she had stopped thinking of who Malfoy used to be and accepted that he had changed for the better.

“It’s not, though,” he said. “Again, with the divorce and everything I’ve been— it’s isolating, is all. I'm sorry.”

“Pity there’s no one else in this room who knows what it’s like to go through a divorce,” she said drily.

His eyebrows shot up. “Are you saying I can come to you for tea and sympathy, Granger?”

“I’m saying you don’t have to do this all alone,” she said gently, and stood. “McAvoy will be waiting on the Mitford brief though. I should get going.”

He stood, Scorpius once again snuggling into his chest. “Thanks, Granger. I owe you one,” he said.

Hermione leaned over to place a kiss on Scorpius’s soft curls without even thinking. She could smell Draco’s skin that close, the soap and shampoo from his shower filling her nostrils. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, and headed towards the Floo Parlor, Mitford files safely in hand.

She only wished she could say the same for her hormones.

#dramione #dramione fic #draco x hermione #single dad!draco #divorced!hermione

[fific7]

Even His Name - Part 1

Sirius Black x OC

Summary: Friends forever? Maybe. Maybe not.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, slight consent issues, 18+ please due to NSFW content including unprotected* sex. The age of consent in the UK is 16, sorry if that’s not in line with the laws in your own country/state.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

A/N: Looking at this photo, I can kinda see why Ben Barnes got fancast as Sirius Black. This story is non-canon and takes place in my imaginary HP AU with OC, Celeste (meaning celestial or heavenly).

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Sirius Black. Even his name was beautiful.

She watched his tall, lean figure approaching as she sat & relaxed against one of the shady trees beside the lake.

She drank in every last detail before he got too close, before her out-and-out staring was noticeable to him.

The lazily slouching but graceful walk, his long legs eating up the distance between them.

The pale, porcelain-like skin, the aristocratic cheekbones, the trendy light scruff of moustache with matching scruff along his jawline, the full sensuous lips, the famed long black wavy hair. And of course, those hypnotic grey eyes, ringed by long dark lashes. Those eyes could change like mercury, from silver to dark pewter within a heartbeat.

As he got got closer, her eyes almost totally closed, but she wasn’t dozing off, it was a ruse to disguise her intense staring. Her eyes continued to eat him up like he was a very large chocolate eclair.

It was Saturday, so no school uniform. Trademark bad-boy attire, then. Her heart sped up at the sight of the scuffed leather biker jacket, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt, distressed jeans & leather work boots. Not properly laced up... of course.

All in black, a living embodiment of his name.

She heaved a long sigh, letting it escape without thought, and her eyes closed fully.

She was aware of a shadow blocking the sunlight falling on her closed eyelids. The sound of somebody settling themselves down next to her, still partly casting a shadow onto her.

Her eyes opened a sliver, and her head rolled to the side towards him of its own accord.

“What’s the big sigh for, Celeste?” in his deep, slightly hoarse, breathy voice. The voice which sent a thousand female hearts beating like drums.

“Sirius.” She sighed again, her eyes opening slowly. “You’re blocking my sun.”

He grinned, chuckling. He gestured to his body with one hand, “This ... masterpiece... of a man joins you for a pleasant interlude by the lake, and all you can say is that I’m blocking your rays?!”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled again. “Ah c’mon, you know you love me.”

She rolled her head back to its original position. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“And maybe it’ll come true?” he smirked.

“When hell freezes over.”

He leant over, placing his head on her shoulder as he did so, puppy dog eyes in play, complete with pouted bottom lip.

“Now, you know that isn’t true. You’re desperate to get me into the sack.”

“But, Sirius,” she said innocently, “there wouldn’t be enough room in the bed for me, what with you and your massive ego already in it.”

His head shot back, his unmistakable & glorious barking laugh issuing forth & attracting the attention of every female within earshot.

“You’re hysterical,” he continued laughing, more quietly. “No, I’m Celeste,” she smirked, throwing her version of his favourite line back at him.

He groaned, “You’d use my own comeback against me? Really?”

“Every time,” she nodded.

He was grinning back at her, when she was suddenly aware of another shadow falling across her. She frowned involuntarily, looking up to see who it was. A tall Ravenclaw girl stood there, confidently smirking down at Sirius. She didn’t spare his current companion even a glance.

“Hi,” she smiled brightly at him. “Thought you’d maybe like to take a walk with me, Siri?” giving him a suggestive sideways look, all the while twirling a strand of her long brown hair round a finger.

Celeste rolled her eyes, smirking & tutting loudly. She muttered, “Pathetic,” under her breath & began to gather her books, getting ready to ‘exit stage left’.

Sirius looked over at her, smiling and laying his hand on her arm, stilling her movement.

He looked up at the other girl. “Sorry, love,” he said with a grin, “spending some one-on-one time with my best girl here.”

She still didn’t look at his ‘best girl’. “Well, why don’t I just join you here while you do that, and then we can go for a walk by ourselves afterwards?”

Sirius looked down, and Celeste knew what was coming next. He’d given her his polite brush-off, now here came the not-so-polite one.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m here with Celeste,” he said, voice harsh, glaring back up at her.

She stopped twirling that lock of hair, recoiling from his glare & tone. “Well, you know, I just thought...”

“You just thought wrong then, didn’t you! Now, run along dear, off you go.” Voice cold, eyes narrowed.

She turned on her heel and scuttled back to her little band of giggling friends. Something told Celeste that her friends wouldn’t be all that sympathetic. If there was one thing almost guaranteed to break up friendship groups, it was who did, or didn’t have, Sirius’ attention.

Celeste laughed, “Lordy, I don’t know how you put up with all that fangirling.... ‘Siri’.” she imitated the girl in a high-pitched tone. “They make me ashamed to be a woman. Don’t they have any self-respect?!”

Sirius laughed, “But Cel, they’re just rightfully worshipping ... this!” Again, one hand gesturing up & down the length of his body.

“What.. a skinny boy?” she questioned, looking him up & down, “Really? What’s the attraction then?” she laughed.

He’d sat up straight as she’d been speaking, faux offended. “Celeste! How could you? Firstly, I am a man, not a boy.”

“Sirius, you’re sixteen. You.. are.. a.. boy!”

“Nah, nah, nah! I.. am.. a.. man!” dramatically emulating her slow delivery before continuing, “And I’m nearly seventeen. Secondly, I am not skinny. I’m tall and athletic.”

“Skinny.”

“Athletic!”

She laughed. “You don’t even play Quidditch any more. So where do you get this ‘athleticism’ from? Running away from Filch and the prefects after a prank?!”

“Thank you for answering your own question!” he said, laughing back at her.

He again leant towards her, eyes boring into hers, changing to dark & stormy mode, lips so close that she felt the little huffs of his breath on her own lips as he spoke.

“Don’t fight it, Cel. Just give in and admit you want me! We’ll head to my dorm right now and spend the entire night together, having hot, sensual, sheet-tangling sex!”

She burst out laughing, turning away momentarily, eager to break the close proximity to him. “The gods love a trier, Sirius. Pity I don’t.” She looked back at him, “And no doubt one of your fangirls is already curled up under your quilt, just waiting on the god that is Sirius Black to arrive and rock her world!!”

“My bed is exclusively reserved for you.”

“OK... curled up in her bed then, waiting on Mr I Never Stay The Night to arrive.”

“You pierce my heart!”

“Sirius, you may be one of my closest friends, but I can honestly say that you, within just the last few weeks, have become a total man-whore. And a barely legal one at that.”

“Celeste!! Just bloody well admit you want me.”

“Can’t that huge ego of yours handle the fact that there’s at least one girl in this school who doesn’t drop her panties the second you look at her?!” her laughter pealed out over the surrounding area, catching the attention of and sparking the venomous jealousy of the Sirius Fangirls’ Club.

He also burst out laughing, inciting the Fangirls even more.

“Ah.... Cel, my ego is perpetually the size of a peanut whenever you’re around.” Innocence personified, wide grey eyes gazed at her. “It never gets the chance to grow any bigger.”

Then the trademark smirk appeared. “Unlike a certain other part of my anatomy.” One eyebrow quirked up at her, long fingers slinking down onto his jeans zip. She couldn’t stop her eyes following them. His lips slid upwards into a pleased grin.

“Urggghhh!” she groaned, closing her eyes briefly before starting to pack up her stuff. “On that note, I’m off!”

“Awww, don’t go! This was just about to get interesting. You almost agreed to give me a quick blowjob!”

She stood up, brushing grass off her denim cutoffs and slipping on her low wedge sandals. Sirius raked his eyes up and down her figure as she did so.

She leant back down to him, knowing full well that he was getting an eyeful down her tastefully low-cut frilly top. She had on a translucent lacy bra, and she heard his breath catch as soon as he spotted it.

Putting her lips right next to his ear, she said, “Firstly, I don’t give blowjobs to sixteen-year-old skinny boys.” She huffed out a breath onto his earlobe, “And secondly, even if I did, it would.. not.. just be a quickie, darling.”

She pulled back and stood up straight, looking down at Sirius. A deep pink blush was spreading up from his neck over the entirety of his handsome face, his mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide, a glazed look in them.

She grinned, starting to walk away, “Have fun with the fangirls, Sirius!”

He was still staring after her when the first wave of girlies washed over him, clamouring for his attention in various tried, tested and (to him, at that moment) very tedious ways.

They were all to be disappointed. Sirius swatted them off like they were so many irritating mosquitoes, stretching out & lying on his back with his hands crossed under his head, staring up into the blue of the early autumn sky, deep in thought.

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She leisurely strolled back to the castle, sniggering to herself at how easy it had been to wind Sirius up into a tight spring.

Her smirk dropped somewhat though, when she contemplated the bigger picture. What a shitshow.

She was slap-bang in the middle of the biggest cliché the fates had ever created. Best friend really fancies best friend, but won’t admit it in case it either doesn’t work out and/or ruins the friendship. Yeah... that old chestnut.

Sighing, she made her way to the Gryffindor common room, spotting Lily and Mary on their favourite corner sofa. She plopped herself down next to them, instantly becoming enmeshed in the girlie gossip which was currently in progress.

However her mind drifted to the beginning of that school year, their sixth, when she and Sirius had met up again after the summer holidays on the Hogwarts Express. She’d been frankly amazed at the change in him after such a short time.

From awkward, gawky schoolboy to man-god in the space of a couple of months.

She learned from him that he’d run away from Grimmauld Place at the beginning of the holidays and was now living at the Potters’. She was very glad to hear that, knowing what he’d gone through at the hands of his parents. He certainly seemed to be thriving there, having apparently sprouted quite a bit over the summer.

Everything about him suddenly seemed long & slim. Long legs and arms, with big hands and big feet to match. Long slim fingers. Long slim feet & toes which she stared at, fascinated, every time she caught a glimpse of them.

She’d instantly known that their friendship would change in future. She’d never thought of Sirius as anything except a little schoolboy buddy, but over the summer he’d emerged from his post-pubescent chrysalis as a hot, sexy teenager with shoulder-length hair, designer stubble and attitude with a capital A.

He’d always attracted a fair bit of female attention over the years. He’d never really acted on it though, too caught up in Marauders mischief to care.

But holy hell...now? All the girlies were going to go batshit crazy over him.

He’d also - right there on the train no less! - boxed her into a corner and immediately started flirting up a storm, which had mildly terrified her. This was the guy who, only two months before, had been a kind of surrogate brother figure in her life for the previous 5 years.

Now he was making sexual innuendoes and inviting her into his bed every five minutes. She just couldn’t figure out his agenda.

As predicted, at the start of term, the Hogwarts female population - irrespective of year - quickly lined up behind Sirius and adoringly dogged his every footstep. As did a fair proportion of the male population, it has to be said.

Sirius quickly accepted his new-found godlike status & revelled in it. Flirting his way around school and through classes and meals. Getting caught in broom closets, empty classrooms and corridors, snogging for Britain.

It was only 4 weeks into the new term and she already found it all mildly disgusting. Hence she’d decided to knock the flirtatious idiot back down a peg or two every chance she got.

However, his flirting behaviour with her hadn’t dialled back at all, if anything it had increased, and this is what she was pondering on.

Her name was suddenly yelled right into her face. Lily was staring at her as if she was an alien.

“Uh, sorry - what?”

“We’ve been waiting on you to answer Mary’s question, for like, 15 minutes.”

“Oh shut up! I just zoned out for a minute or two.”

Mary sniggered, “And no prizes for guessing who the subject matter of said zoning out was!!”

She sighed. “OK, OK, alright - yes - it was Sirius.”

Scoffing noises from her friends.

“Look - I just can’t get my head round the way he’s still behaving towards me. Flirting & shit.”

She shook her head, and continued, “This was my annoying little ‘school brother’ 3 months ago! So he’s either had a brain meltdown and actually fancies me, or else he’s practicing all that crap on me to then use on his fan girls! And let’s be honest, one reason’s as bad as the other!”

They both exchanged significant looks, grinning at each other.

She huffed, “What’s wrong now?! I’ve just told you what’s on my mind!”

“Can you, hand on heart, swear you don’t fancy the pants off Sirius?” asked Lily.

“Look, I can see why girls find him attractive, yeah. But you’re forgetting that for five years, he was...”

“Yeah, yeah,” interrupted Mary, rolling her eyes, “..your surrogate little brother.”

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#sirius black x reader #ben barnes #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #ben barnes as sirius black #sirius black #sirius black fan fic

[tinydooms]

Derbyshire, May 1931

"Oh, I am going to kill Jonathan."

Evie, wrapped in an Egyptian robe on her return from her morning ablutions, blinked. Rick stood half-dressed at the side of the big four poster, dressed in a gleaming white shirt, a tastefully pattered tie, and his underwear. There was a thunderous expression on his face. He looked up as Evie came in, and snatched up a pair of woolen trousers, holding them up with direful eyes.

"What d'you call these?"

Evie choked back a laugh. "Er, knickerbockers."

"Knickerbockers!" howled Rick, shaking the offending articles. "What was he thinking?! I can't wear these!"

Evie put her hand to her mouth, trying to hide her grin. "I think you'll look rather adorable."

Rick glared. "Honey, I've gone my entire life without looking adorable; I'm not about to start now."

Evie cackled and went to put on her own clothes. They were up in Derbyshire for the week at a house party put on by the formidable Duke of Devonshire, who liked to host interesting people and who might be persuaded to fund a dig next season. It was a last-minute trip; the Carnahan-O'Connells had been over in Ireland, helping one of Evie's former professors with a dig in the peat bogs, and Jonathan had been tasked with packing suitable clothes for the party. Being a reasonable fellow, he had handed that task over to the housekeeper, Mrs. Bythell, but had wired Rick to tell him that he needed a new suit for outdoor activities, and "not to worry, I know just the fellow!"

"Aw, man." Rick sank down onto the bed, holding the offending trousers in both hands. "Why didn't we stay in Ireland?"

Evie, pulling on a stylish woolen skirt and jumper, perfect for a fashionable country party, smiled in commiseration. "Knickerbockers are very fashionable, you know. I'm given to understand that film stars wear them."

"Yeah, well, I'm not a film star." Rick sighed. "Can I wear my archaeology clothes? We'll give the toffs something to talk about."

Evie chuckled. "Come on, I bet you'll look just fine. Besides, what else have you got? And don't say your archaeology clothes."

"I can wear my boots, at least." Rick brightened. "Right?"

"Right." Evie laced up her own sensible oxfords. Mrs. Bythell had packed all of her most elegant clothes, and the shoes were freshly polished. "Come on, darling, I'm starving. Put the knickerbockers on and let's go have breakfast."

Rick sighed and acquiesced. The knickerbocker suit was extremely well-tailored in a gorgeous grey herringbone wool, and with the jacket on, Rick looked fantastic. Evie told him so as she straightened his tie and tried to suppress her smile.

"Swap out the jacket for a jumper later and you'll look like a polo player."

Rick snarled. Evie laughed all the way down to breakfast.

#my fanfics #The Mummy #Rick and Evie #Rick O'Connell #Evelyn Carnahan #fashion #1930s #that's Richard Arlen in the picture #do I get the worst kick out of picturing Rick in stupid pants? #yes I do