#please don't let miles get a beard

[misskattylashes]

What can I say....what a night it has been and I do not know where to start. It is 02.15 am here in the UK but I won't be sleeping for a while. Too much to process.

Alex has pulled some things out of his hat before but this is the biggest surprise of all. So I am just going to get my thoughts down for anyone who is interested.

These photos are clearly staged with the help of Backgrid the celebrity go to people for staged pics. So I am just going to say what I think are the possible reasons.

Before I start I am going to say I think Alex was fully compliant in this because in several pictures he is looking at the camera

1. Louise persuaded him to do it because she has something she wants to promote and needs the publicity. Tbh I find it very hard to believe Alex would go along with this.

2. The US tour is coming up. They have to keep the hetero narrative going so we have staged pics with his supposedly hot girlfriend.

3. This is the 'make or break' holiday. I have seen this before with celebrities. They're not seen together for ages then suddenly they go on holiday. It is usually accompanied by staged pics and then a few weeks later they split because they couldn't make it work. Why I think this is a possibility is because the Daily Mail led with the most miserable picture and the headline said they were 'putting on a loved up display' which is always Daily Mail speak for people looking miserable. It plants seeds of doubt into people's minds, preparing them for the break up.

4. Someone has threatened to out Alex. But I would imagine if that was the case he would have made more attempts to look affectionate towards her.

5. And this breaks my heart to type. This is Miles' big week with the release of One Man Band and Alex went along with Louise's attempt (successful as well) to take attention away from Miles. Which if that is the case I tear up my AM fan card. But I can't imagine him doing that to Miles.

6. Maybe Alex has just finally decided to embrace the celebrity lifestyle. He just needs to tell his face that he is having fun!

Whatever it is (with the exception of 2 and 3) he has made a bit of a fool of himself. I mean the dude doesn't even look like he has been there five minutes and she has been in Italy for weeks. Surely if he joined her at the end of the European tour he would have some colour.

And one more thing. Why did some French dude try and pass off a picture in Paris as a recent, on Sunday?

The saga continues....

#alex turner #the mystery of alex and louise #don't let this distract you from one man band #its gonna be epic #please don't let miles get a beard #i hope he has more sense

[probablyspooky]

Strength p. 2 (Feral Predator x Fem!Reader)

Previous

Trigger warning : Abuse, swearing, nsfw, white men

As days turn to weeks, and weeks to month, you've settled into your new life fairly well. You're never hungry, and he'd never raise a hand to you, and he makes sure that no harm comes your way. As the warm summer air grows colder, and the snow begins to fall, your new lover stays inside more with you.

"Does this always happen?", he asks, holding you to his lap

"What does? The snow?" you turn to him

"It doesn't happen where I'm from." he replies, clicking softly

"It happens at the end of the year, and the beginning of the new year, it gives plants a rest..." you reply softly, leaning into his chest

"I should hunt to get pelts...warmth is important in these times?"

"They are, but are you sure you wanna go out? Could I perhaps come with you?"

"You have no warm clothing, I don't want you to work too hard, conserve your heat. I will return shortly."

With that, he slid you off of his lap, and walked out of the den, cloaking into the winter air and disappearing.

Leaving you to your lonesome, you curled up in a thin fur and laid down, trying to hold as much heat in as you could, the heat radiating off the small fire Feral had left behind was not sufficient enough for you to keep as warm as you'd had hoped.

Closing your eyes you remind yourself of an easier time, in the dark stone bowels of a building, it was dark and leaky, but at least the coals in the fireplace kept you warm.

However the price of warmth is not worth the comfort of the fire, as you were often mistreated and harshly punished by those above you.

Yet here you are, safe, in cave with your love, not the love you expected but it didn't matter.

As your thoughts flooded your head, your throat became parched, peaking over to the bowl that usually contains water, you noticed it was sadly empty (just like your brain, no valley or bumps)

Taking initiative, you decided to slide on your boots and head out into the cold world to retrieve water. The cold was bearable, as the fur was tightly held against your body as you traveled down hill towards the stream.

Once you arrived you knelt down to slide the bucket into the chilling water. Your mind was elsewhere as the familiar smell of cigar smoke filled your lungs, as you turned in panic, your world went dark.

Waking up and feeling an aching pain on your head, your head lifts to see the horrifying realization that you were in a camp, his camp. Struggling against your restraints, you alerted him that you were awake.

With a rough hand, your former master lifted your head up, that disgusting beard of his littered with bits of meat, and that stinking cigar in his mouth.

"Well well, I thought you dead, but call me surprised when I saw your little head when we was hunting," he chuckled, blowing a cloud of sickening smoke into your face

Coughing, your eyes began to water, fear replaced the comfort in your heart at your new situation.

"P-please...let me go" you asked quietly, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks

"Well... you see I would, but you're still technically my property as you didn't die during our game last season. Since I am a humble man, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if you tell me where you got a fur this nice." he asked, holding up the fur Feral had gotten for you.

"I-I can't, please, let me go"

A harsh slap stung against your cheek as you let out a loud cry of pain. A being, who was currently about a mile away, perked out at the sound

"I won't ask again, I could make a lot of money from these furs, they seem to be cleaned so finely, I doubt these are your work, so did you meet up with a native?" he sneers at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth, turning the searing red hot end towards your cheek

"Speak darling," he whispered as it moved closer to your sensitive flesh

You began to pull back, but where could you go, you had nothing, you were going to go through it all over again, feeling the heat radiate off the cigar, you braced yourself for the painful burn that was coming.

But it never did, off at the edge of camp, one of the men fired off into the distance, everyone's attention was turned, as everyone began to shout, and then the screams, the screams of agony, as they faced a being that could not be seen, your former master turned and dropped his cigar.

"What the hell..." he mumbled, drawing his pistol.

A man flew through the air, as he fell to the ground in agony and fear, he tried to crawl away, but it seemed all the air had been pressed out of his lungs, and with a sickening crack, whatever the force was broke his spine, and his eyes glazed over as his body gave out.

Your former master (who will now just be called master because I'm lazy), stepped forward, looking around at the group of men that now littered the ground in bloody heaps.

"Who goes there?" he shouted, pointing his pistol into the air, unsure of where the enemy would be.

You felt the rope holding you back loosen, as you felt a warm presence on your side, safety now covering you, you stepped back as the presence stepped forward, sparkling as his cloak slowly turned off, showing his form, his height and his menacing self, he stood behind your master, and clicked, tilting his head.

Master turned, and let out a scream of horror as Feral grabbed his face, and lifted him up into the air, masters screams filled the forest, you covered your eyes, and heard a sickening crunch. After a bit, two large hands pulled your hands down, and with a playful lick, Feral assured you of your safety.

Climbing onto his back, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, finally being rid of your greatest enemy at last.

#predator #yautja #predator x reader #feral predator x reader

[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props!

summary: your one-sided beef with Miles morphs into a full-on rivalry until unforseen circumstances force you to call a truce. wc: 789 a/n: drabbles when left to cook in the brain for too long turn into mini-series. watch out ! also yes i am doing another enemies-to-lovers thingy don't look at me 01 02

Snap!

You sucked your teeth in the middle row of Mr. Sanchez’s classroom when the tip of your pencil broke in the middle of your rapid note-taking. 

It broke just as you were forming the tilde that was meant to float above the letter ‘n’, creating an odd downward stroke instead that looked like lightning striking a tree. 

You zipped open your pencil case and took out a tiny metal sharpener, the shavings bound to make a mess of your desk.

“Yikes. That’s why I use the mechanical ones,” remarked the boy sitting beside you. 

A friendly grin spread across his freckled, golden-brown face with round eyes that seemed to ask if you thought his comment was funny. 

You shot him a hard glance to let him know that no, it was not funny that your pencil broke whilst you were in the middle of getting down key grammatical rules. 

The boy’s face fell at the implied rejection. Somehow, the wounded look in his eyes irritated you more than the grin. It made him look like a lost deer.

“Morales, silencio, por favor,” Sanchez said, peering over his glasses at your shoulder partner. “Unless you’d like to explain how direct object pronouns work instead.”

“No, estoy bien.”

There was no sign of panic or apology on Morales’ face as he replied, despite Mr. Sanchez being known to seek out inattentive students to cold-call later. He smiled awkwardly at the bearded man, and again when he was caught a bit later doodling in his notebook.

“Miles Morales, can you translate this sentence for us please?”

“Fui a Madrid el verano pasado,” Miles answered, without missing a beat.

The man shook his head, then moved on.

“Correct. Now, who would like to take the next sentence…”

You would soon learn over the coming weeks since your transfer to Visions that this was a daily routine for Miles: he’d come in late, or get caught scribbling away in the margins of his worksheet. Then he’d get that panicked “help me” smile on his face before making a pun or quip that made you cringe so hard that your back hurt. 

Still, Miles’ answers were never wrong after the fact.

He blended into the crowd otherwise, but the second-hand embarrassment made him hard to forget. 

“Quiz grades were surprisingly low,” Mr. Sanchez announced one Wednesday morning as he walked around, handing out one-page sheets face down. “I would highly suggest going over this unit at home over the long weekend.”

Almost immediately, kids began passing each other’s quizzes back and forth, giggling at how their results all seemed to be floating just under fifty percent. Part of the ease in their laughter came from the assumption that Sanchez would “just curve it anyway.” 

Not that it would make a difference to you. 

You frowned at the eighty-five circled in red at the top of your quiz. Just a couple of points away from a nice, even ninety that would’ve finally bumped your grade up to an ‘A’ instead of an ‘A-’.

Even worse, some of the circled questions were points lost just because you were missing an accent on a letter or two, and a couple of vocab words had slipped your mind. You should’ve answered the bonus questions…

“Wow, you’re the only one without a forty so far,” a familiar voice complimented you. “Good job.”

Miles was offering you another friendly grin, with those same expectant eyes. Please like me, they seemed to plead. 

No thanks.

You replied flatly, “I actually studied.”

It felt like an insult for anyone to be impressed with you in a class full of failing grades.

His grin faded. You expected it to be replaced with disappointment, but he just shrugged and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning away. 

Sanchez returned to where you were sitting to hand Miles’ test back.

He spoke solemnly, “You and L/N were the only passing grades in this class.”

You caught a glance at the number marked atop the page once Miles flipped it over:

‘100%’. With five points as extra credit. 

He looked down at it and hummed quietly in approval before flipping it back over, and suddenly that ‘A-’ felt like a ‘C’. 

It was only logical that the guy who never got an answer wrong would perform similarly on a quiz. But he didn’t deserve it; he didn’t even care. 

“How many hours did you study for that?” you scoffed quietly, like an accusation. 

Miles gave you a sidelong glance, and you could’ve sworn there was mockery in his eyes. 

“I don’t study.”

If you could go back and pinpoint the exact moment where irritation boiled over into disdain, it would be this one.

#miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #atsv x reader #miles morales headcanons #moralesanhour

[mlmxreader]

Home Away From Home | John Wick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “Look, I can keep you safe here”With John wick please ❞

: ̗̀➛ You give John Wick your protection, promising to keep him safe; but that doesn't mean he won't be on edge.

Trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence & death

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You grumbled softly as you turned over, lying on your side as you slowly reached out, sighing with relief when your fingertips met a coarse, short beard.

A small smile came to your lips as you hummed softly, daring to finally open your eyes; John was still sound asleep, his brown eyes hidden away and his long hair falling onto his face.

You watched him for a moment, glad that he was relaxed enough to actually sleep so deeply; you couldn't remember the last time he had done that.

You had promised to protect him and his dog, you had promised to make sure that no one would ever hurt them - you told him that they would both be safe under the roof of your safe house.

Seemingly a million miles away from the entire world, it was shrouded amongst the dense woodland; the terrain was difficult to navigate, a mix of slick clay and mud with a suction-like quality to it.

One wrong step, and it was easy to get swallowed into the ground. Completely off the grid, you had a few contacts in good places to ensure that you would never be disturbed - even if you were harbouring the boogeyman himself.

You trailed your hand down to his shoulder, letting your fingers gently drift across the small and large scars until you started to close your eyes again. But when John grumbled and yawned softly, you knew that it was probably about time to get up anyway.

He slowly sat up, exposing his bare torso as he stretched before settling with his back against the headboard; a long and drawn-out sigh leaving him. You stayed still but looked up at him as you dared to smile again.

"Sleep well?"

John nodded, raking a hand through his long and tousseled hair as he tried to clear the sleep from himself. "Yeah..."

You took that as your sign, wriggling around until you could put your head on his shoulder, still half laid down as you hummed softly. "You don't have to get up yet, y'know. You're safe here, completely off grid - nobody's gonna find you."

He gave you a short look before grumbling under his breath and letting some of the tension release from his shoulders; it would take so long to get used to. Being safe. After everything that he and his dog had been through, safety seemed like such a distant and unachievable luxury; something that they could never have.

Yet John had found you again... well, you had found him. Taken him and his dog in, gave them somewhere safe; they wouldn't need to worry, and although he knew that, there was something in him saying that it was too good to be true.

There was a bounty on his head large enough to make even Kings wince at the sum. Feeling safe wasn't exactly as easy as breathing. It wasn't exactly as easy as the way his hand found yours and held it tightly.

John had been certain that he would never feel what he had felt for Helen again, but you didn't expect him to; you made sure that he knew that he did not have to forget her, and that he did not have to rush into things.

You made sure that she still remained with him, and that he knew that he didn't have to leave her entirely behind. Helen was a huge part of John's life, you didn't want him to force her out of his heart. You couldn't.

Yet his hand still easily found its way to yours, and the way he leaned into you made you smile; in his own way, John had made space for you as well, and that was all you could ask for.

But the sound of a loud yelp from the foot of the bed caught both yours and his attention, and you laughed softly when you realised that his dog was still sound asleep in his usual space. The big, blue pitbull was on his back with his lips flopped back as he snored and yelped, making you laugh softly as you shook your head.

Your own dog, a big, blue greyhound with yellow eyes, was also sprawled out in his favourite spot; his head next to John's dogs, and his tail wagging wildly. He was glad to have someone to play with, especially when playing meant barking at each other and then chasing one another around the woods.

"At least they're getting along," you mused.

John nodded in agreement as he sucked in a breath. "I should go check the perimeter..."

You shook your head, gently pushing him back down and leaning on his chest as you loomed over him, holding his gaze. "John, look, I can keep you safe here, you don't need to do perimeter checks. You don't need to worry about anything... except maybe the dogs chasing off cats but that's nothing."

He wanted to laugh, but he knew the size of the bounty, and he knew that the Continental would never rest until they found him and had him dead; he did relax a little bit, but not nearly enough as he nodded curtly. "You're right."

"Just relax," you told him, lying down next to him and yawning softly. "You're... home away from home."

He nodded in agreement, chewing at the inside of his lip. Of course John was aware that you could look after yourself, and he had no doubt about your abilities either; but just as much as you wanted to protect him and keep him safe, he wanted to do the same for you.

You were important to him, even if he didn't show it or say it as often as he should have, but he knew that you were aware of it at least. He was fond, and he didn't want anything to happen to you just as much as you didn't want it to happen to him.

He sighed, wishing that for once he could just let his guard down; maybe in a day or so he could. He knew that you could tell he was on edge, and it left an awful taste in his mouth.

"Go back to sleep," you mumbled, kissing his bare shoulder. "We've got all the time in the world."

Slowly, John put his arm around you, and smiled a little as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

#mlem writes #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick imagine #john wick fanfic #john wick franchise #john wick fandom #john wick fluff #john wick fic #john wick fanfiction #john wick

[fanfiction-blep]

Ghost: Part Six Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Fem!Reader

Warnings: animal cruelty, smut, fluff, violence.

They landed gently on the roof of the ship, jumping down until they were face to face with a stocky bearded man.

"Are ye the asshole that is commandeering my ship?"

"That would be me, now ya going to help, or do I have to do it myself? His words were not a question, they were a not-so thinly veiled threat. The man sighed, clearly not wanting to fight with the 9 foot tall Na'vi marine. The recoms followed the human man inside the ship gathering around the table, looking at the map displaying all the clusters of islands that held tribes and different clans.

"You know this island group doc, what kind of indigenous we have up there?" Another bearded man stepped forward, intrigued by (Y/N).

"Dr?" She crossed her arms "What's your speciality?"

"Marine Biology?" He was confused, to him the Na'vi women before him looked native, he was confused by her questions "You?" It was a shot in the dark, but he was going with his gut.

"Microbiology" He nodded "and Conservation" His eyes widened. "I'm Dr (Y/N) Augustine"

"Any relation to Dr Grace Augustine?" She nodded "She was my sister" She lowered her gaze, not wanting anyone to see the emotion that brimmed in her eyes. In this moment she was wishing more than anything she had more time to tell stories of grace to Kiri.

(Y/N) didn't follow the conversation. She was holding Spiders hand, comforting the child.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly. He shook his head.

"I have heard things"

"What things?" The women was concerned. The thought of people mocking him the way they had her made her tail flick in anger, he was family, end of story, and she would kill for him.

"That you're being kept in his room, as a slave" He didn't say the word, she knew what someone had said, most likely Z-dog. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Quaritch had been the one to give him that black eye.

"I am no slave, he is a changed man, Spider, have faith." Her words were little over a whisper as she leaned into his ear, hoping the discussion in front of her would mean no one caught the conversation. Spider looked up at her, confusion etched on his features.

"You can't kill a tulkun! Killing one would be like killing a family member to the natives" the doctor spoke up(Y/N) bit her lip hard, thinking that if she spoke up then she would get Quaritch in trouble, but then lyle spoke up.

"Fucking savages, you gonna tell me they fuck these animals too?" he snorted and gestured to (Y/N) "look at how that bitch over there acts, and we all know how easy she is" Z-dog laughed as did the other recoms. Quaritch didn't even have a chance to react, she jumped behind the Colonel and lunged at the marine. She wouldn't let him get away with what he had said, not after what they must have said around or to her Spider. She jumped on him and dug her teeth into his shoulder. He tried pulling him off but she dug her teeth in deeper. Someone grabbed her Queue, yanking hard. She released her grip on Lyle and cried out in pain. It wasn't until she was thrown into a cold office that she saw it was Quaritch. He let her go the second the door closed behind him, then his expression softened.

"Petal, I am sorry. I had to play the part" He hushed out the words. (Y/N) pulled her braid over her shoulder nursing her sore head. She nodded at him.

"I am sorry" she whispered. "But-" he cut her off

"You don't have to say but- If you hadn't i would have"

"You don't understand." she insisted, placing her hands on his chest and looking up at him. "They were telling Spider you were holding me as a sex slave!" The mans features turned into furious anger, like nothing she had seen before.

"I will end him" She pulled at his shirt trying to keep him in place.

"Miles, stop" he didn't "Please" she begged. He stilled, only slightly, her hands gripping his biceps. She could feel the rage radiating off him.

"You're not easy"

"I know"

"But I said the same thing" She sighed placing a hand between his shoulder blades.

"You didn't mean it" She soothed him, rubbing her hands over his exposed skin.

"But in the moment i meant it, i didn't believe it, but it wasn't right" He turned to face her, "I am sorry for what i said that night. I never apologised, I am sorry" The women nodded in agreement.

"Thank you." she placed a hand on his face, “Now i know you have to leave me in here, but please, don't let them kill that animal. Show me the change" He nodded, determination filling his gaze.

The entire hunt her words rang in his mind. 'Show me the change' He almost zoned out of the entire hunt. But an idea formed in his head.

“Tag it!” The location devise connected with the animal a low whine leaving her mouth.

“That’s enough” Quaritch warned.

“What?” The smaller man was stunned angry even.

“If we tag it, it will go back to sully, I’m sure of it or someone will contact him to get that tag off. Either way it’s a win win.”

“But, I won’t meet my quota”

“Tough luck make sure to do better next time”

"Screw you i am killing it" Quaritch pressed the man against the walls of the boat.

"I was being nice, now i won't. Follow orders or I will personally inflict the punishments. The man nodded in fear.

Quaritch made his way to the office where (Y/N) had been held. She had used the time to release her hair from its braided style. He opened the door, emotion evident in his eyes.

"I want you to come with me"

"What?"

"Let's go flying"

"Miles, your scaring me. Did you-"

"Its alive, we have some time. They believe that I am taking you out to scope an area waiting for Sully."

"But we aren't?" he walked closer and offered her hand.

"No, I am taking you someplace a little more natural." A smile spread across her face as she got the hint. She took his hand and he wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her out of the room, out of the ship and finally they flew. For hours he would playfully fly close to her, causing her to almost fall of her Ikran. Finally they found some land, a small secluded area.

When they landed (Y/N) knew that there were other Na'vi here. Loyey was to anxious.

"How close is the village?"

"This area was recently vacated." He explained, "The tribe that lived here are nomads. They move around at least once a year." She nodded, she had heard that some tribes chose this life style. She didn't understand it personally, but the scent of the locals had Loyey on edge.

"Mawey, Loyey" Quaritch, who had stepped closer smiled.

"What does that mean?" he asked she looked up at him suprised.

"You know Mawey?" she was confused, he knew the language quite well for a beginner. He frowned.

"You never taught me the word, Loyey" She started to laugh. He smiled back realising he had said something stupid.

"Loyey is her name!" She was holding her sides doubled over in laughter, unable to stop.

"Okay, okay. Stop laughing"

"You Skxawng!" She continue to laugh until she noticed his single raised brow. "Um" she swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry" The Marine leaned forward reaching for her. She dodge out of the way.

"Oh now ya really are going to be sorry." She started to jog deeper into the forage. She secretly enjoyed being chased, it was a way to represent this cat and mouse game they had been playing .

It didn't take him long to catch her, he reached out and pulled on her tail lightly. She spun around an open mouthed playful smile, slowing down, now walking backwards. The sun had started to set a few hours back, so her luminescent spots lit up her body in a way that drew him to her. He had never really looked at himself, not in this body, but the small spots were something he found adorable on her. Eventually the look in her eyes was too much and he stepped forward grabbing her waist, pushing her up against the nearest tree.

"Enough games" He breathed heavily against her face, eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. His tail (that he had just the smallest more control of) gently traced up her calf and inner thigh until it wrapped around the body part as much as it was capable. "If you want me to stop, just say the word" she nodded and he smirked placing his fingers under her chin forcing her to look up at him. "I need you're words princess."

"I'll tell you if i want you to stop." he wasted no more time and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, moving slowly at first he placed one hand on the small of her back pressing her against him, as the other pushed into her loose hair. He used this leverage to move her head to the side, giving him a better angle. He moved his lips against hers with ease, her slight soft whimpers increasing his confidence, soon he started to become rougher. More dominant. He pulled on her hair slightly causing her to gasp into his mouth, giving him an opening to invade her mouth with his tongue, pushing his hips against hers he quickly moved from her mouth to her neck. In an instant she was facing the bark of the tree. Quaritch grabbed at her hips pulling them back slightly causing her to brace herself against the wood.

“You’ve been a bit disobedient today, haven’t you pet?” He ran his palm up and down her back. She knew what was coming but did not expect it in the slightest.

“Miles, please” a sharp sting radiated across her behind.

“Try again princess, how do you address me?”

“Si- Sir” she stammered out, still taken off guard by the stinging on her skin.

“Good girl, only a few more to go” he hummed, rubbing his open palm and fingers against her ass between each spank. He wanted to go easy on her this time, and she had only been slightly disobedient that day. She had made up for the laughing, the teasing, the attitude. When he remembered her rolling her eyes a particularly harsh spank landed on her skin. A total of five spanks landed on her ass, one was just for fun. Satisfied with the slight redness on her skin he turned her around once again pushed her body against his. "You are a wonder, let me show you how much i apprechiate you princess." he bit into the skin above her breast's, only slightly covered with her clothing. "Jump" He mutterd against her skin, she followed the intruction well, he grabbed her thighs to hold her steady at first, but soon held her in place with the pressure of his hips against hers. Keeping one hand in place he continued his assult on her neck, causing (Y/N) to mewl in return. He smirked in response, as much as he loved her obedience, he wanted her to be bratty. It was more fun when he could push her to submit. He pushed her further into the tree grinding against her core.

“Miles, ple-” he froze, her words catching in her throat. His grip tightened, oh he was going to have fun with her tonight.

“What was that?” He quizzed slowly moving away from the tree.

“Nothing, I’m sorry sir” he hummed and nodded in a sympathetic way. A smirk plastered on his sharp features. He slowly began to lean down until he was resting on the soft ground, a mixture of dirt and sand creating an odd texture beneath him. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, using this to his advantage he slowly started circling his thumb on her inner thigh.

“Did you just lie to me Darlin?” She shook her head and he gave her a tusk in response. “See I know ya are, and good girls tell the truth” he moved his hand closer to her core, his words having the desired effect. “And good girls get to cum” A whine escaped her lips as his finger made contact with her throbbing clit, gently tracing circles, moving upwards and downwards at a agonisingly slow pace. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, eyes fluttering. When he started to trace his fingers along her entrance they both knew it was game over. She was desperate already, wet and craving the feeling of him inside of her, and he wanted to make her fall apart on just his fingers. “Tell me how much you want my fingers” he ordered

“Please, sir” (Y/N) looked up at him “I need to feel you” she all but pouted the words, a light chuckle escaping the Colonels lips, two of his fingers slipping inside of her. Immediately making a ‘com hither’ motion perfectly hitting her most sensitive spots. He braced his free hand on her head whispering into her ear.

“That’s it baby. You’re so wet for me.” He moved his digits faster causing a slick wet squelching sound to erupt from between her legs. “Oh sweetheart, I bet you taste amazing” (Y/N) tensed against his chest, back arching, her high approaching quickly, but it stopped suddenly when Quaritch pulled away. Her eyes had previously been squeezed shut but when she looked into his eyes she saw hunger. The fingers that had just been inside her pushed into his own mouth.

“Please” the man removed his fingers from his mouth with an exaggerated ‘pop’ once again placing them inside her waiting core, she was wound up tight already so close to her previous almost orgasm. He teased her relentlessly pulling away again, and again. Finally she broke, small tears on the corner of her eyes. “Daddy please” she begged almost crying out in desperation. He froze, he had once again licked his own fingers clean of her slick. The new name had taken him by surprise, he hadn’t thought that would be hidden inside her. He looked down at her, a new found hunger growing in the pit of his stomach, he was rock hard, his erection leaking waiting to be inside her. He wanted to devour her fist.

“What was that princess?”

“Please” she choked out the words, grinding herself into his abdomen “Please Daddy, I want to cum” He shifted his waist and leaned down placing her on the ground.

“You wanna cum so bad? Oh I’ll make you cum” he placed open mouthed kisses to her stomach, leaving a wet trail of his saliva down to where she needed him most. He removed the rest of her clothing and used his hands to moved her thighs over his shoulders. Holding on tightly to her thighs he looked up at her face, eyes meeting hers, before he placed a light kiss on her mound. Moving slightly lower to place another kiss on her lips and finally tracing her opening with his tongue. She had long since thrown her head back, taking in all that he was giving her. He gripped his fingers tightly into her skin, a unspoken message. ‘If you look away I stop’ he didn’t have to say it, she knew. Lazy hooded eyes meeting his own. He took the opportunity, while holding eye contact to suck hungrily on her clit. A choked out moan escaped her lips, followed by a sinful whimper. He removed his lips from her and started using the very tip of his tongue to flick her bud slowly. Her hips started moving frantically hoping for any consistent motion. He moved one of his hands that was previously holding her, right over her lower abdomen pressing down to keep her in place. He moved his tongue quickly sensing she was close.

“Please don’t stop, plea-“ a high pitch scream and moan erupted from her lip. He smirked and began to suck on her clit full force. She gasped and writhed beneath him. Hands grilling his hair one second and pushing at it the next, the pleasure too much to handle. He continued the brutal attack on her bud until she came again with another high pitch whine, body convulsing due to the overstimulation this time squirting all over his face. He helped her ride out her orgasm. A shit eating grin covering his face as he rose from between her legs. Leaving new love bites and bite marks, allowing her time to recover. Her body finally stopping it’s twitching by the time he began kissing her lips, her cheeks and any part of her face he could find. Her yellow eyes looking up at him a soft smile and giggle leaving her lips.

“Thank you” she kissed him deeply. He chuckled his hands making their way back to her thighs. His eyes resting on her braid that had been left discard along with the rest of her hair. She knew what he was was thinking. “Miles” she began.

“You don’t need to explain, you don’t want to, or your not ready either way I get it.” He placed open mouthed kisses along her face and down her neck, pushing his clothed erection against her core.

“It’s not that” He was shocked and confused, why else would she want to wait? Unless.

“It’s about Sully” he leaned back, his hand covering his face removing all contact from (Y/N).

“Whatever you think I’m feeling, you’re wrong” she stated trying to stay calm, she hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment.

“Go on, explain”

“I don’t want to mate with you if your goal is still to kill someone I care about” He stopped. She was right, it wasn’t what he thought. He had thought for a moment she had mated with that scientist, or she had feelings for someone else.

“I won’t” he stated simply. She attempted to lean up, but his strong hand pushed her back down “we’re not done here.” His words were hushed, almost like a promise. “I have a plan, it’s stupid and I’ll explain everything later, but I ain’t killing no one” she breathed out a sigh of relief. Hands reaching for him. He leaned down once again and allowed her to hold him. Comfort him. She lifted up her Queue. His eyes widened. “Now?” He was shocked.

“It feels right, doesn’t it? We aren’t going to find another time to be completely alone” he leaned in to kiss her deeply and passionately. Pulling off his shirt he moved his own braid over his shoulder. He held onto the end of his own Queue, the two moved their hands closer together while (Y/N) stared and watched his face, Miles watched as the senstive nerve endings connected. Finally. He sucked in a breath and absorbed the feeling that now radiated through his whole body. He could feel her, see her, and all of the above. She could feel how much he had changed, the conflict she had sensed within him now replaced with certainty. She needed to touch him. Placing another deep kiss on his lips she pushed against him. A groan escaping his lips as he finally looked down at her.

“Are you ready?” He asked a simple nod and whispered yes was all he needed to hear before loosening and removing his pants, trying his best not to break the bond now formed between them. Her chest was heaving and her could feel her desire. Leaning down, his throbbing erection in one hand, he connected their fingers with his other. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, a small smirk telling her how he planned to do this for a while. Teasing her, watching her squirm. Pressing his forehead against hers he rubbed his nose against her cheeks. "I need you to tell me how much you want it" he groaned, needing to hear her voice, the bond increasing his desire and the sensations around him.

"Please" She had said the word so many times she was staring to believe that was all she could say in these moments with him. The only thing she could do was beg for more. "Please Sir, I need it. I need to feel you. I want you to claim me" She said the words making direct eye contact, and that was it. Any self control he had left, snapped. He entered her slowly, inch by inch. The Na'vi body had endowed him generously, and he knew he was big. He didn't want to hurt her, yet. He watched her face as he slowly sank into her warm walls. The feeling was downright addictive. He just wanted to stay like this, inside her. Small whimpers left her lips as she adjusted to the feeling. He grunted as he finally bottomed out, causing her head to turn to the side mouth open in a breathless gasp. He used his now free hand to pinch and play with her exposed nipples. He couldn't help the moans that left his own mouth as he began to move his hips. He was trying to start off slow, he wanted to make love to her first. A string of whimpers and whines left (Y/N) as he found a consistent rhythm. She forced her eyes open and the look she saw on his face made her walls flutter and clench around him. His head dipped into the space between her shoulder and neck.

"The things you do to me, baby girl. You can't push me I am trying to be gentle." She couldn't speak, his movements stealing the breath from her lungs. Clenching voluntarily this time she did her best to smirk up at him, the message clear. 'Don't be' He looked at her intently. He was long past the point of control, if she wanted it rough, then who was he to refuse his women? He pressed her cheeks open with his fingers. "Is that what you want? Hmm" He snapped his hips harder, an incoherent mumble of words lept from her mouth. "Come on Princess, use your words" He moved his right hand from hers and angled her hips upwards hitting a new angle.

"Yes" she choked on the word. He smirked, that damn smirk she thought, it would be the death of her, she knew if he kept looking at her like that she would let him doing anything to her. He pulled out of her and spun her, placing her on all fours, pushing himself back into her waiting cunt and running a rout along her spine, his eyes traveled to their joined Queue's, checking they were still connected. He began roughly ramming himself into her, while his hand found it's home in her loose hair, pulling it lightly at the roots. He snapped his hips firmly into her behind, his iron grip holding onto her hips, using this leverage to pull her back. "Fuck, you're making me feel so good" she whined the words, almost breathless.

"Hmm, tell me more sweetheart" He moved his hips faster.

"FuCk" (Y/N) Whined "No one has filled me this good" pride bubbled in his chest, his ego the size of the universe at this point. He fastened his pace as her walls began to flutter.

"Best cock you've ever had huh?" He smirked again she looked at him over her shoulder, or as much as the grip he had on her hair allowed. Her eyes lazy and lust filled. "Aw look at you baby, you love it huh? getting fucked on my cock." she nodded franticly. "Words”

"Yes sir"

"God, you’re so good for me. Fuckin' squeezing my cock so good." his words sent her over the edge, arms falling out underneath her, crying out in ecstasy. He kept pumping himself into her, only slowing down when a strangled moan fell from her sore throat and a desperate.

"Too much-"

"Shh" He soothed her, rubbing the hand previously gripping her hair, stroking her back, tracing lines down her spine. "You're doing such a good job, you okay to keep going" She nodded, only realising the mistake when he leaned down and pulled her back flush against his chest. "What did i say about using you're words hmm?" She leaned against him enjoying the new position.

"I'm sorry sir" She took a deep breath as his hands made their way to her throat.

"Hmm" he nuzzled his nose against her neck breathing in her scent. She smelled incredible, he wasn't sure if it was the bond or how their scents were beginning to mingle, but either way it was driving him crazy. "Can you keep goin' a lil longer baby?"

"Yes sir" humming once again he started thrusting his hips in a fast and rough pace, pressing his fingers against the pressure points on her neck. The hand on her waist moving forwards to her sensitive clit, rubbing firm circles, causing her to squeeze around him. He was getting close himself, he couldn't hold out much longer. The tight squeeze of her walls pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. "Please, more" She tried to look up at him, begging him to fuck her harder. In response he placed a heavy kiss on her lips, moaning into each others mouths as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. Each thrust causing him to grunt, and whimpers to leave (Y/N). Both their chests heaving from the lack of air and desire they had for one another.

"Who's your daddy hm?" he grunted again, his hips starting to faulter as he grew closer to his release.

"You are" (Y/N) panted struggling to do anything other than grab onto the back of his neck with one arm. "FUCK, close. So close" Quaritch moved his fingers faster against her clit, trying to keep his movments even.

"Come on then baby, cum on daddys cock for me?" She began to tense and push back against him for support, leaning her head against his shoulder leaving her neck open for him to attack it with more love bites. "Hmm, such a good girl, cum for me" she fell once again into her third orgasm of the night. The tight squeeze of her walls was the final straw and Miles was thrown over the edge himself, rutting into her with lazy sloppy thrusts. He did his best to lay them gently down on the floor instead of almost falling like his body wanted him to do. He removed their Queue's from each other almost feeling empty at the loss of contact. He felt different. He pulled himself out of her, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out of her, spilling onto her thighs. (Y/N)'s eyes were closed, a blissed look on her face. He stroked his fingers over her face kissing her cheeks. "You still with me sweetheart?" she hummed

"That was amazing" she mumbled as he pulled her into his chest, legs tangling together. Miles pushed the stray strands of her out of her face and kissed her lips lightly.

"I love you" He whispered almost as if it was a secret

"I love you too-" She paused, biting her bottom lip 'shit' he thought 'she regrets this' "You realize we're basicly married now?" She wouldn't look at him.

"I know, and i do feel the difference, you were right”

"About what?" she quizzed him

"Everything else is background noise. The only thing important to me right now is you, and spider" She hummed and nuzzled into him smiling wide, and thats how they fell asleep, both knowing they had to return in the morning. Neither of them were thinking about that though they were enjoying the bliss of being wrapped in each others arms and finally being one, connected to each other for the rest of their lives.

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[sorrow-and-bliss]

Let Me Help You

Draco x Sick Reader

Warnings: Reader has chronic pain/health issues. Angsty anxious Draco. Fluufffffyyyy (A little cheesy)

Draco has some extra powers. In this adjusted universe you can feel someone else's pain by touching them.

Reblogs are fine.

Masterlist

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'Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go' ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

You walked doggedly down the corridors of Hogwarts, each step heavier than the last. School had been exhausting lately and it wasn't helped by the inflammation in your veins. Pain permeated your whole being as spasms darted in and out of your body, pinching you here, searing you there. It made you numb, causing you to completely check out. Your friends simply thought you were tired but there was someone who knew better.

In your daze, you failed to notice a head of platinum blond hair in the mass of students crowded around the potions door. Pain ricocheted through your body, causing you to clench your jaw and wince. Then your eyes glazed over once more in an unseeing stare.

Someone spoke to you.

"Hey, y/n, snap out of it."

"Huh?" You murmured.

Draco Malfoy grabbed your forearms then jumped back with a sudden yelp. The surrounding students gave you both strange looks.

You understood at once what had happened, and Draco looked at you in alarm. As the other students went off, Draco put an arm around your shoulders, steering you away from class. He completely ignored your protests until he reached the outer archway leading to the grounds.

"What are you doing?" You snapped, flinging his arms off, finally getting a word in.

"How long has this been going on?" He interrogated. "That was no measly shock I got and I know darn well where it came from. Merlin's beard, why didn't you say something?"

He ranted in frustration as he pulled your sleeves back.

"Draco, no," you warned. "You'll get hurt, too." You looked on in horror.

"And just let you suffer?" He fired back.

It was concern that made him so tense, and you could see the sympathy swimming in his eyes.

He put his hands on your arms again, moving up and down, trying to discern an epicenter. Finally, he settled on your biceps. Slowly the pain drifted out of your body and took the shape of a dark mass hovering around his hands. Not once did he flinch as he absorbed the pain. "Draco you shouldn't!" You cried in protest. But he only shook his head.

"How long has this flare up been going on?" He asked, tone laced with grief.

"It's been... awhile."

He sighed, then infused the swirling mass into a nearby stone, catching you just in time before you swayed to the floor. Your body had gone into sudden relief as the pain left.

"Oh, y/n, y/n," he repeated, caressing you. "Please tell me when these things happen," he pleaded. "I can't stand you suffering alone."

You cried silently into his shirt, as he rubbed your back.

The stone that Draco had flung away began to smoke and hiss before exploding and turning to dust.

You looked at him curiously, "How did you do that? I thought you were going to absorb it."

He smiled at you fondly, "I know. I've been experimenting and studying. Another object can absorb an illness from the withdrawer's hand, but will combust upon absorption."

"But you could still feel the pain temporarily?" You pressed, anxiously.

He shrugged, "Don't worry about it. If you can handle it, I can too."

"But -"

"Shh," he ran a hand through your hair. "You need to rest. Come on."

Picking you up he carried you outside and set you down under a beech tree near the lake. It was a pleasant day with the sun actually peeking out. The grass was soft beneath you and an amiable breeze blew. Draco gently pulled you against his chest.

"Draco, we'll get in trouble skipping classes." You murmured, as the sunlight warmed you, ending your will to move for a few centuries.

He waved off your concern. "I won't get in trouble because I have connections, and you won't get in trouble because you're an excellent student."

Draco pulled out his wand and did a flourish. Bellflowers began to crop up.

Then with a ringed finger to the wind, some small air currents began to dance around his hand.

Taking the sphere of wind he'd obtained, he pressed it gently to your chest. Oxygen filled your lungs, and your body finally relaxed.

"Thanks, Dray." You smiled and snuggled into him.

He kissed you soundly on the lips and stroked your cheek.

"Anything, for my y/n."

'But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by.' ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

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[iknowthekoolaidflavor]

Blindspotting - Collin HCs

Y/N was devastated when Collin left Oakland without a trace. Now it's New Years and he's back. Set after season 2 of Blindspotting.

You were dating Collin for two years before he disappeared

Miles was the one to break the news to you and Nancy called you right after

She was as heartbroken as you were

You were heartbroken to say the least. You tried to so hard to rationalize what he was dealing with, but after all you had been through together? Leaving without a goodbye or contact info?

The love you had for Collin didn't fade, but you were still angry as fuck

You were angry at Collin, the police officer and the system that often paints them as heroes as Collin as a criminal. You wanted it all to burn.

Janelle convinced to take boxing lessons with her to channel your anger.

Every minute in your shared apartment reminded you of him. You didn't have it in you to move his things

Collin left most of his items at the apartment. Only a few pairs of clothing were missing

When you came home the day he left, you noticed the framed photo of you two sitting on the dresser. The picture was supposed to be in the living room.

There were times you stressed, thinking about his whereabouts and if he was safe

Sean asked you about Collin all the time. He was convinced Uncle Collin was communicating with you while he was away

You and Ashley were stuck in a hard place. She didn't get to tell him about Miles yet, so you decided to pretend

Sean believed Collin was on an adventure for work, meeting new people, and saving the day (he came back with a biker gang, so you weren't completely wrong)

You spent more time with Nancy and Janelle because you all missed him and would often lean on each other for support

This led to road trips and yoga classes together. They didn't want you to forget you were still a part of their family whether Collin was there or not

On New Years, just as the clock struck midnight, you were on your fourth drink. Miles and Ashley were having a moment upstairs

Janelle convinced you you needed another shot and just as you were ready to down it, she froze

"Nelle? You good?"

You finally turned around to see Collin standing in the doorway of the kitchen

He looked different. Tired. Anxious. His braids were now locs that passed his shoulders and his beard reminded you of a caveman. He wore a leather jacket and boots that reminded you of a biker gang (unbeknownst to you)

Janelle was the first to move to greet her brother. Everyone else stepped in to greet him, asking how and where he's been

He answered their questions as efficiently as he, refusing to break eye contact with you. All Collin wanted in that moment was you

It was hot as fuck, but you were still upset

Once everyone left him alone, Janelle handed him her shot, threw a pointed look your way and left

Collin couldn't move and neither could you

After all this time, you were still the most beautiful women in the world

He raised his glass, then took his shot. You did the same

He finally moved from the doorway and pulled you close

"Please don't let me go", you begged

"I won't"

Collin held you for as long as he could, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your forehead

More people entered the kitchen to see you and Collin in your own world, holding each other in silence

All the anger and frustration faded, that was a conversation for another time

For now, you were happy to be back in his arms

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[vintageglassheart02]

I humbly request fic prompt #26:

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

For Papa Miles. 😈

Against the Window

Beta read by the lovely @littleredwritingcat

Glorious gif by @putonyourbathingsuits

This is the first thing I've written in years. Please take it easy on me, haha. Without further ado, I bring you Miles smut. 3.2k words

"Will you relax for once? Have a drink and mingle," she replies , "and stop worrying about your shorts. You look great."

"l can't believe I let you drag me here," you groan to Alex, tugging at the short shorts you are wearing in an attempt to cover more of your exposed thighs. You hadn't expected this many people to be here when you allowed your neighbor and friend talk you into going to a "small get-together", which was obviously a very not small pool party.

You sigh and stop fidgeting for the moment and look around to see if you recognize any faces. "Is Hank even here? I thought you guys were done for good this time." You look at her watching as she scans the crowd herself, pulling you towards the shaded open bar by the ridiculously large pool.

"He said he and Mi--" she stops as she realizes her slip up and you pull your hand from her grip, placing it on your hip instead.

"Miles? Really?" You glare at her as you order a drink, forcing a smile at the bartender.

"Come on, give him a chance. He likes you."

"So that's what this is about then? Not you and Hank. You're trying to set me up with Miles. Again." You accuse, your voice raising higher than you intended and you noticed other party-goers beginning to stare. You wince and lower your voice as you take your drink. "And if he likes me so much why didn't he call after that night we spent together? He just ghosted me."

"I don't know. Try talking to him about it," she suggests. "He's a really great guy, actually. If Hank were half as considerate as Miles we would probably still be together."

"I don't think giving a woman the best orgasms of her life and then pretending it never happened is very considerate, Alex." You chug the rest of your drink and order another. You decide if Miles shows up you'll get to speak your mind and if not, well, you'll just get drunk and make the most of the night.

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Forty-five minutes and two drinks later you're sitting next to a guy who calls himself "Clint", though you're fairly sure that's not really his name, as he tells you about the time he "met Mike Tyson at a strip club and beat him in a round of poker." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and internally curse Alex for stranding you to go off with some guy she'd been flirting with since shortly after you'd arrived.

You chance a look around to see if you can spot your neighbor when instead you notice another familiar face - Miles - headed directly your way and he absolutely doesn't look happy, especially when "Clint" suddenly gets brazen and sets his hand on your knee.

Just as you're about to push this jackass' hand off of you, Miles slides up and slings an arm around your waist and shoots the man a glare.

"Thanks for keeping my woman company, but I'd advise you take your hands off before I do it for you," Miles says, pulling you closer. You nearly push him off of you, indignant that he thinks you can't take care of yourself. But then Clint backs off immediately, his hands raised in defense.

"Hey man, she didn't say she had a boyfriend." His words come out slurred and you wince as he stumbles out of his stool and mumbles something about "not looking for any trouble" as he heads towards the poolside.

Miles relaxes his grip on you but doesn't pull away entirely and you turn to finally look at him properly; his thick salt and pepper hair has grown since you last saw him and his beard seems a little thicker. What you notice most, with a deep blush, is his open button-down shirt revealing his tan, toned chest and stomach. When your gaze slides back up to his face, you notice he's looking at you as well, though instead of a blush, he's wearing a smirk.

Breaking out of your daze you push his arm off of you and take a step back, making his smirk vanish and his thick eyebrows draw together.

For a moment you're not sure what to say so you simply stare, anger and confusion obvious on your expression judging by his own silence.

Finally you speak: "What's up Miles? Here to fuck and run again? A little wham bam thank you ma'am? Once wasn't enough?"

He has the decency to look ashamed, clearly at a loss for words. "Can we just, I don't know, talk? Inside I mean; too many drunks out here."

Against your better judgement, you nod in agreement. No matter how angry you may be, something about this man is irresistible to you, so you find yourself following him inside and up a flight of stairs when the lower floor appears to be crowded as well.

Miles leads you to what appears to be an office, with sparse, expensive looking furniture and a lot of windows along the walls so that you can clearly see the party going on below. You consider sitting down but you don't know how much time you're willing to give him just yet, so you simply lean against a wall opposite the windows and wait for him to speak.

He paces for a moment, then stops in front of you and gives you a weak smile. "I know I fucked up. I've never been good at anything other than one night stands, so when I realized I actually cared about you I just... freaked the fuck out. I thought if I ignored it then it would go away--"

"For you, you mean. You obviously didn't give two shits about how I felt, did you?" You spit out the words as you poke him in the chest.

He glances down to where you're touching him and steps even closer, and you can now smell his aftershave and cologne, which has more of an effect on you than you like. "I'm an asshole, I know. But I want to do better. I want to try," he says, "with you." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans down to press his forhead to yours.

"Please, just... give me a chance."

The rational side of you knows you should shove him off of you, and run back downstairs; just call a cab and go home, crawl in bed and forget this night ever happened.

Instead it feels like you're glued to the spot, so close to him you're practically breathing the same breath, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes. Everything about him seems to overwhelm you; his scent, his broad shoulders and his deep brown eyes peering intensely into your own and you feel absolutely paralyzed with desire.

You open your mouth to respond, but you're not sure what you want to say, so you just look at him, feeling what little resolve you had left break. If this turns out to be another disaster, you'll survive. All you know now is how badly you want him. Right now.

You're both breathing heavy, staring at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. You slowly slide your eyes down to his mouth, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. That proves to be his breaking point, as he pulls you towards him, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back. He crashes his lips into yours, his teeth clanking almost painfully with your own. Wasting no time, he slides his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his hands slide down your body and firmly squeeze your ass, forcing a moan from the back of your throat.

He pulls you firmly against the growing bulge in his shorts and you moan again, grinding into him to hear him groan your name. "You drive me crazy," he pants into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, and you feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation.

The way this man affects you...

"Miles, please," you say, though you're not sure what you're begging for exactly.

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want," he says, a taunting edge in his words.

"Just touch me," is all you can manage, dragging your nails down his chest making him hiss in response.

"Oh, I'm going to touch you alright." He slides his nose across your cheek, kissing his way across your jaw before leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, backing up just enough to look up at your heaving chest and lust-blown pupils .

"Take everything off," he demands. Something about his submissive position mixed with the authority in his commands makes you feel dizzy with lust. "Keep your eyes on me," he adds as though he can tell you're really into his game.

You bite your lip, feeling a blush rise across your cheeks as you slowly slip off your clothes starting with your shirt. Just as you're about to remove your panties he places his hand over yours. "Not yet," he says, his eyes traveling over your body. Your eyes flicker behind him self-consciously as his gaze slides from your face to your neck, to your breasts and abdomen, and he slowly leans in. "I told you to look at me,” he tells you, and his voice has shifted. All in all, you’ve always thought of Miles as a fairly laid-back guy, but in this moment, he sounds direct. Demanding even. The change in tone does something to your bones, and you can’t tell if you’re still standing upright, or sinking.

"You're gorgeous, perfect."

He presses his lips against your stomach, making you tremble as his beard tickles deliciously at the soft skin. Miles never breaks eye contact as he slowly kisses his way up, finally landing on your left breast and wraps his lips around your nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and then firmly sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" You can't help but throw your head back at the sensation, and he grabs your waist as though he can tell you're about to lose your balance.

He stops all movement until you look back down at him at which point he tells you're a "good girl" and returns his attentions to your other, neglected breast. You thread your fingers into his thick hair and shiver as he drags moan after moan from your lips, his mouth kissing, nipping and sucking your breasts, collarbone and stomach.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore and you feel like screaming at him to stop the torture, he leans in and huffs a hot breath against your clothed pussy, and drags his tongue over the thin cotton barrier. "So wet already," he whispers, clearly able to see the wetness through the material. "I've hardly even touched you yet." Part of you feels embarrassed but that quickly passes when he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth.

He gently guides you over to the chair against the window and encourages you to sit and pulls your panties off your ankle, his eyes immediately landing where you're spread open and glistening. He groans as he licks his lips and leans in pressing his open mouth to your inner thigh, biting down just hard enough to sting and again you find your hands in his hair, tugging slightly which only seems to encourage him.

You look over at the open window, knowing that at any moment someone could look up and see what you're doing; what you're allowing Miles to do to you in a stranger's home.

You've never really considered yourself an exhibitionist, but at the moment the idea sends a thrill right through you, and you feel yourself growing even wetter at the thought of someone watching as Miles slides his head closer to your throbbing center, sliding his tongue over your thigh on his journey upwards.

Miles smirks as though he can read your mind, and he slowly slides his hands up your thighs before lifting them over his gorgeous shoulders.

"You think they're watching? I bet every man here wishes he could do what I'm about to do to you; make you come so hard you forget your own name." You glare at him, though his words seem to carry a hot jolt of distilled lust straight through you – like good whisky down your belly. Instead of wasting your energy with coming up with a witty retort, you grab his head and pull him closer. "So fucking do it then," you challenge. You feel his chuckle more than you hear it as he finally drags his tongue from your opening all the way to your clit, sucking briefly before pulling back and adjusting your thighs and placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place as he sets to work.

At first he runs his tongue up and down in lazy motions to tease, but soon he brings up his right hand to spread you open and before circling your clit in rapid pace. Your hands don't know where to land: his hair, your breasts, the armrests of the chair so you alternate, moaning his name, even louder when you feel him slide a thick finger into you, quickly followed by another. You all but shriek when he sucks on your bundle of nerves and curls his fingers to hit just the right spot and this time you tug his hair harshly, which seems to spur him on as he moans nearly as loud as you and sucks even harder, nearly to the point of pain. Your thighs are shaking, your toes are curled, your back is arched and you're almost there when... he pulls back, leaving you confused and more than a little angry.

"What the fuck, Miles?" You glare at him, even as he licks the remnants of you off of his fingers and leans closer to your face, his nose nudging yours.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm nowhere near done with you." You want to tell him to forget it, frustrated that he cut you off right at the threshold of what would have surely been an earth shattering orgasm, but then he slides of his shorts and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Long, thick and just curved enough to reach all the best spots.

"Come here," he says, stroking his cock as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm gonna take such good care of you."

You stand on shaky legs, and your eyes widen as he leads you towards the window, looking down at you with a question in his eyes. "Tell me how you want it," he presses his body firmly against yours as you try to process what he means.

"Wh-- what?" You think you know where this is going but you're still not sure how to say it.

Miles chuckles, slowly turning you around so that you can see the remaining party-goers drinking, swimming and laughing. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, lightly biting down while reaching down to slide his fingers though your soaking wet folds. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. And I think you want that too," he adds.

There's no need denying it. There aren't too many people left -at least whom are conscious- but still, the thought of being watched thrills you in a way you never imagined. Without responding you place your hands on the window, arch your back and flash a grin at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

His already dark eyes turn nearly black as he growls, placing one hand on your hip to pull your ass closer to him and sliding two fingers into your heat with the other. "That's my good girl," he praises pumping his fingers hard and fast as you moan, watching as a man jumps into the pool and another laughs at his friend's antics.

Your attention is immediately returned to Miles as you feel him remove his fingers and immediately replace them with his much thicker cock. You yelp and scratch at the glass, hoping like hell it holds up because you're pretty sure you're about to get the pounding of your life.

"Oh fuck, Miles," you groan, readjusting your hands on the glass and trying to balance your legs enough to where you're not entirely leaning on the window. While being throughly fucked wouldn't be the worst way to go, you'd rather not fall through a window naked into a crowd of strangers in the process.

Miles moans your name, his face pressed into your neck as he praises how "unbelievably tight and wet" you are, his hand sneaking around to rub harshly at your clit as he slams into you harder and faster.

"You take my cock so well," he tells you, his voice raspy, "like you were made for it; like this little pussy was made just for me." His words make you clinch and he hisses, squeezing your hip and rubbing your nearly overstimulated clit even harder. You're absolutely certain that you're going to have bruises for days to come.

Your moans start to come out louder and you glance down outside, and you swear you see someone watching but you can't care when Miles reaches his free hand to wrap loosely around your throat.

The wet sounds of him pumping into you and his hips slamming into your ass are vulgar enough but when your moans turn to actual screams of his name, he places a hard pinch to your clit and your whole body tenses up before you fall apart in his grasp, his arm moving from your throat to wrap around your waist to hold you upright and to make sure you don't fall through the now fogged up glass. Your vision goes completely black as your toes curl and your hands reach back to tug at his curls as you thrash against him, nearly wailing at the intensity of your orgasm. He continues to pump into your spent body one, two, three more times, pulling your hips firmly against his as he spills inside you with a loud groan and a whisper of your name. "Fuck baby, you're amazing," he tells you, sliding out of you slowly, rubbing a hand down your back.

You turn to look at him, the post orgasm high flowing through you as you wait to see what happens now. Miles leans in and kisses your forhead, then your nose and smiles sweetly at you. "Now that we've given a bunch of strangers a show, you wanna go get dinner?" He asks, "or would it be breakfast at this time?"

You just laugh. "Actually I was thinking we could just go back to my place." You say, turning around as you hear commotion outside and notice a small crowd has formed to witness your activities.

"Encore!" You hear someone shout and you're sure you're blushing down to your toes.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," you say, "now."

#hamish linklater #miles (you can't say no) #hamish linklater x reader #miles x reader #smut #hamfam #go easy on me hamfam #i haven't written in so long #but my need for haim smut was so strong #i encourage you to objectify his characters too

[misskattylashes]

An open letter to whoever wants to read it...

I don't expect anyone to read this, I just wanted to get my feelings off my chest. I also dont expect anyone to agree with me so don't start having a go. This is genuinely me trying to process my feelings.

I am so disappointed in Alex. And this is actually just a reflection of my own expectations. I was so proud back in May when Louise had tried to allude in her stories that they were on holidays, only for Alex to rock up in London a couple of days later with Miles in their matching jackets at the Scott Walker concert. He looked so happy and relaxed, and I suppose my inner shipper kicked in and I hoped he was finally sticking two fingers up at what I think has become a bearding narrative.

There has been no sign of Louise during the UK tour - even Sheffield which was attended by friends and family and surely after 5 years together she should be considered family. And it wasn’t as if she had any commitments. It seemed she was just wandering around Paris taking pictures and getting her hair cut.

Miles on the other hand has been behaving like someone who is loved up, sharing romantic songs and even called Alex a sexy motherf*ckr on live radio. I was living in my own stupid hope that they were slowly preparing to come out. Or at the least the whole Louise thing was over and we could draw our own assumptions. Especially seeing as yesterday Miles posted a video of him on the Eurostar saying he was going back to London and put the two turtle emojis.

Then today we get a post from Louise declaring how she was getting the star treatment on the Eurostar, and a caption saying something like baby I miss you I want to kiss you. Which brought me back down to earth with a bump. The shit charade is still on. And lucky me...I will be there in London to witness it. Alex will probably be on edge like he was when she was in Paris and fuck up. But of course everyone will think it's romantic and cute.

I disappointed in him not having the courage to put an end to this.

But maybe I am more disappointed in myself. I am usually a cynical person but the love between Miles and Alex seems so romantic, and Miles is so sweet, he deserves happiness. But maybe I really have just been shipping two men who once loved each other but are now happy just being friends.

So I don't know why I feel so miserable. They're all strangers. I like to think of myself as a feminist, but there is still part of me who like fairy tales with happy endings and I created my own Milex fairy tale.

But I still can't help but be cynical. Glastonbury is coming up and I have a strong feeling Miles will come on for 505, so of course let's make sure for this week Alex is seen out in London with the girlfriend, taking photos with fans who can go on how lovely she is blah blah to keep up the hetero narrative so when Miles comes on stage...well it's just two old friends.

Sorry for the ramble. Please just scroll on. I just wanted to get this off my chest.

#sorry for this #i don't know why i want to cry #milex isn’t real #maybe it never was #alex turner is so straight #miles kane deserves better #milex #alex turner #miles kane

[starlocked01]

Dukexiety Week 2022 🥳

My favorite week of the year! 💜💚

Day 1- Fantasy

Summary: Virgil is "kidnapped" by the evil banished prince for a date night

Wc: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, mild innuendo, homicidal ideation

@dukexietyweek

His shoes slap on the dirt and threaten to catch in gnarled tree roots as he flees through the forest. He'd remove the shoes but claw marks would be far easier to track. Wolves howl loud and owl wings flutter near silently as he disturbs them from their perches. With cat-like night vision he dodges through the brush until he sees the dilapidated castle, a single torch shining through a high tower window. 

The drawbridge is nearly half-drawn so Virgil reaches the overgrown path and sprints like he hasn't run miles already. At the last moment he leaps, stretching to grab weak rotted wood. His heart skips a beat when one hand catches and claws dig in, but the other breaks through the plank, sending splinters raining into the murky moat water. He groans and starts to pull himself up when the water ripples ominously more than a few pieces of wood should make it.

Virgil struggles, kicking to push himself up onto the bridge when something slimy caresses his ankle.

"No! Stars— go away Fluffy! No treats tonight!" He yells and kicks at the tentacle, finally managing to get a knee up onto the bridge. "What is he feeding you? Damn!"

A beak snaps in the water before tentacles sink and swim away. Virgil lays on the drawbridge, panting for breath and listening to see if he'd been followed. His betrothed would notice and follow after him eventually, but the longer his absence was missed, the better. 

He's barely been resting long when the drawbridge starts to raise again.

"Fucking void- Remus! Stop! Let me get inside first!" Virgil hisses, anxious of yelling again and attracting the eventual rescue party. He stands just in time for the incline to slide him down into the dark castle.

Standing at the winch that controls the drawbridge is a badly unkempt man, beard and mustache overgrown and full of lice. He smells worse than the children who play in the sewers, his skin nearly teak brown with filth. Yet under the grime, Virgil can see the forgotten stature and royalty of the banished prince. 

"Remus!" Virgil exclaims and tackles the man before taking a step back to scowl, "I told you to leave the bridge down! Fluffy tried to drown me again!"

"Well, if Roman were behind you, we could have shut up tight before he could follow you." Remus shrugs and scratches at his arm.

"Well, he's not behind me, is he?" Virgil asks sourly, examining his palms for splinters in the torch light as Remus produces another from the guard tower.

"And he won't be for a while! Jay agreed to go stall him and that advisor of his." Remus grins and offers Virgil an elbow. "Let’s enjoy the time we have before Prince Charming saves the day." The sarcasm in his voice bites.

"Rem, you know I'd stay with you. Stars, I can't stand the court without you there." Virgil looks out at the forest, back towards the prison he calls home, "I wish you'd come back and claim your birthright."

"Me and what army?" Remus scoffs, "who'd follow the trash king in reclaiming anything from the Kingdom's beloved Prince?"

"You have to try! At least interrupt the wedding? Please?"

"I only have you for a few hours. Can we not spend it arguing?" Remus huffs pulling Virgil into a dark near-empty dining room, a few dishes of cold meats, bread and cheese set up at the head of the table and a small fire set in a much larger hearth.

Virgil sighs and stands by one of the place settings, "are you sure your sorcerer can hold them off? Logan is pretty good at seeing through illusions."

Remus growls, "I don't want to hear about my brother and his idiot advisor. Besides, Janus’ little crush will work to our advantage this time. Let's eat and enjoy our night. Show me those fangs," he demands as he sits and grabs the nearly stale bread. Two glasses of wine appear as Virgil sits and bares his unnaturally sharp teeth. Remus grins and shoves a chunk of bread into his beloved's mouth. 

Virgil giggles and chews slowly as Remus divvies up the small meal between the two of them. Living exiled for loving the crown prince's fiancé didn't come with many perks, the least of which being food a day away from molding over and illusory alcohol that did nothing to dull the senses. But quiet meals away from nagging attendants who are terrified of losing their post over a half empty cup and poison tasters obsessing over every morsel so that Virgil could rarely eat so much as an apple unbothered— quiet meals with his love are a treasure. 

And while he loved the prince before he was banished, Virgil finds even more reasons to love him now. The quiet humility in serving them both, the determination to provide an escape when he has nothing else to give, wild eyes that view him with adoration instead of sliding past him as just another possession.

Yes, he loves the banished Duke of the Southern Kingdom. And every time his betrothed comes to tear them apart, Virgil is a little more radicalized.

Who would taste test the food a fiancé provides? And how easily would such a plot be pinned on the banished heir to the throne? Virgil stares at his small dinner and realizes not for the first time that he's trapped. Trapped unless a better suitor comes along who is worth more than Virgil could ever provide.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, spacey." 

Virgil shakes his head and is brought back to the present, "sorry. I was dreaming of the impossible."

"How impossible?" Remus asks curiously.

"Getting to marry my love instead of my lord," Virgil sighs.

"Oh. Well, maybe a war will break out and save your ass?" Remus giggles at the thought. "Until it does, please don't worry about his royal pain in the ass."

"Don't worry, he hasn't touched my ass. It's a miracle he even notices my absence," Virgil laughs softly and picks piece of meat to chew on. Fangs slice through the protein with ease, "How are you doing holed up here? You stink."

"The only water I have is the moat. Fluffy doesn't like soap in the water," Remus huffs, "like you actually care."

Virgil wrinkles his nose, "Maybe we can find you a river nearby. You don't deserve to smell homeless and I don't deserve to have to smell you."

"Oh shush, you love my smell," Remus laughs through a mouthful of cheese.

"I love you. I tolerate the smell," Virgil huffs a laugh.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you kiss me about it?"

"After dinner."

Remus smirks and eats faster to hasten kisses and cuddles and a night alone together. Virgil grins and swipes Remus's food when he can despite his full plate. Together they finish the meager meal quickly with plenty of laughter.

Remus stands to douse the fire in the hearth and grab the torch while Virgil licks their plates clean. Remus smiles and offers his hand. Virgil stands and takes it, careful to keep claws retracted.

Remus leads Virgil through the crumbling, forgotten castle, deftly dodging holes in the floor where stones and mortar have worn away entirely. They climb up through the halls and stairs in quiet contentment with each other. At the end of the hall glows a soft and inviting light, the light from the tower that had signaled Virgil home.

Everything enchanted always felt cheaply fake to those with heightened senses. The perceptive could point out the use of magic from a mile off. Nothing could totally and truly disguise reality forever. But Virgil never minded this particular enchantment.

The moment they step into the room, it is as though they are back in the castle of the Southern Kingdom. Virgil feels refreshed and groomed of grime and bugs, teeth polished and sharp and clothes mended of the tears accumulated while running through the woods. And Remus looks like his old regal self, a prince again, clean and trim but not stuffy like his infernal brother. The bed is soft and inviting and books line the shelves while the room is lit by firelight that flickers between violet and lime, although from the outside the window had fallen dark. 

"Welcome home, love." Remus reaches for him and Virgil steps close. There's nowhere else he'd ever want to be.

#dukexietyweek2022 #dukexiety #day one Fantasy #one sided prinxiety #virgil is a cat creature 😼 #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders

[tomxat]

-;- 42 Uncle Aaron misses …

-;- Credits: on wattpad @ matilda111022

-;- TW: major death, blood, mentioned throwing up

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Dimmed light was filling the room and soft music played in the background. Miles was hanging on the punching bag, circling around while uncle Aaron was standing at the table, doing… something. The young teen was struggling to get out, trying to lose the ties. He was trying really hard to explain his situation to his uncle, to the other one. Miles was aware that this wasn't his uncle even though they look the same. It gave him chills how similar they were, the only difference being his beard, it was longer than from his universe.

"[..] he was the Prowler, he looked out for me." Miles claimed, watching uncle Aaron put on the gauntlet, it glowed up for a moment. It glowed up in a dark purple, he knew this color. Memories snapped before his eyes, the way uncle Aaron chased behind him in the subway or when he grabbed him in aunt May's house. The gauntlet around his neck when Aaron was about to kill him. He remembered everything so vividly.

With a soft sigh, Miles pushed himself a bit to the side in order to move back to watch uncle Aaron and his actions, not that he was doing much but Miles' Spider senses kept going and he felt an actual threat coming from his uncle.

"He did a lot of bad things but.. I knew he wanted to be good." Miles kept going, currently not being able to watch Aaron as he was swirling around. Aaron let out a small chuckle, not caring much about it. He wasn't the Aaron this kid was talking about and he knew that for himself.

"He just didn't know he had a choice, but you do! You could be a good guy!" Miles claimed, circeling slowly back to face Aaron.

"A good guy?" Aaron laughed. This Miles looking imposter was talking funny, those statements were amusing to Aaron. He never heard someone so desperate as him, talking about good guys and choices. Aaron adjusted the gauntlet properly on his arm.

"Please.. trust me.. I know you don't wanna be the Prowler." Without any other second passing, Aaron moved around, his fist hitting right onto Miles face.

A short, loud scream filled the room for just the split a second before his head bashed into pieces. Blood splashed around the place, the punching bag moving harshly from one side to the other. But Aaron's breath hitched. It didn't take long for him to realize what the fuck just happened. His stomach made turns as his eyes focused on the lifeless young body.

A small shadow let itself fall from the ceiling, it was quiet but soon were the sounds of wiring heard and revealed Miles Morales. A different one, with his hair in cornrows and his face was skinnier, fallen. He looked older. With slow steps he moved closer to his uncle, noticing the blood and face pieces on the ground…

"Uncle Aaron..?" The teen whispered with a shaking voice. His eyes widened when they met his uncle, terrified ones. He was also covered in blood, his clothes soaked in the red, warm liquid. It was running down his dark skin leaving stains and a tingly feeling on his cheeks and neck.

"What did you do..?" Miles asked carefully, his voice not more than a whisper, a breath in the shadows of the apartment. Obviously it wasn't the first time he saw his uncle kill someone, it was almost an everyday occurrence but he never saw him that violent. It startled the young Prowler and he tripped back, feeling sicker and sicker in his body, he bent down a bit, trying not to throw everything he ate today back out.

The smell of death and human flesh filled the room and Miles needed to gag while Aaron kept staring at the dangling body on his punching bag. How familiar he looked to his Miles shot right through his brain. The statement Miles had told him just a moment before sunk in suddenly, he felt the realization hit him right into the stomach. 

He just killed his nephew. Even if he was from a different universe. Miles from this different universe was still his nephew, wasn't he? Aaron's hands started to shake, he gripped his dirty jacket, trying to stay calm.. Is that what you do in a situation like this? Trying to stay calm? Trying to show no emotion? Should he be scared? He was scared, horrified actually but he didn't know how to react to this feeling. He couldn't tell if he should throw up, scream, or cry. What should he do? 

He turned away instead, ripping the gauntlet off his arm. He felt sick, so sick. So disgusting, terrified of himself. He didn't know he could do such a thing, so horrific and wrong. He just wanted to scare him off, he wanted to hit the punching bag not Miles himself. He wanted to make sure Miles knew his place… not kill him. Not bash his head into pieces. 

"We need to clean this off." Aaron stated through the cold silence after a while. Miles turned to him, tilting his head, his braids falling to the side a bit.

"What?" He couldn't quite understand what his uncle just said, what he meant. He just killed someone so harshly like there was no end today and he wanted to 'clean it up' like a kitchen or what?

"We need to clean this up. We need to get rid of the smell and the blood before it ruins the floor. And then we'll make sure he-.. the body is hidden." Aaron claimed. He didn't know what else he's supposed to do. He needed the other Miles out of his sight now, if he keeps staring at his headless body, he'll never get the picture out of his brain ever again. 

"Are you serious?! Did you see what just happened?!" Miles gagged again, he really had to control himself not to throw up on the floor and it was very, very difficult.

"I saw it. I was literally right there. Get your ass here and help me, for fucks sake.." Aaron grumbled, he never was good with emotions but he couldn't ignore that he didn't know what he should do with the weird, guilty feeling crawling up his chest, so he was angry instead. 

"Yes, sir.." Miles looked down, he knew his uncle better than anyone, and he knew for sure he should just do what he asked, especially in a situation like this. In a situation in which he needed to stay just as calm as his uncle. Show no weakness, no pain. In a situation of panic and fear, he needed to stay strong for his uncle and his own self's sake..

#aaron davis fanart #miles morales #miles morales prowler #aaron davis #uncle aaron #across the spider verse spoilers #aaron davis prowler #my fic #fanfic #42 Aaron Davis #earth-42 #Miles Morales 42

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 45

My life is falling apart and I'm so stressed I'm bursting out in tears for no reason. Any way, here's another chapter. I can't decide whether I love it or hate it but I've re-written it a billion times and it's not going to get done if I don't call it finished.

Series Masterlist

Part 44

Contains: Fluff, angst, protective Jax, caretaker Jax, hints at Gemma having a drinking problem. Not proofread, it will probably be full of mistakes.

7K Words

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Wedding bliss

Six days after Jax took over

"The bathrooms have been cleaned, and the booze is finally stocked. Santo Parde will be here in four hours so you need to go get ready while I start the finger food."

Jax smiled, "you are really settling into this well."

You raised your eyebrows, "what do you mean?"

Jax pulled you into his arms, letting you rest your weight on him instead of the crutches and put a hand on your face, "this whole old lady thing, you might as well be running the Club."

"We've been over this Teller, this is not me being an old lady, this is me being a diplomat. Now I've left an ironed shirt that that nice pair of jeans that make your butt look great on the bed. Please so get dressed so we can be ready in case they're here early."

"Yes ma'am."

Santo Parde were twenty minutes early, "I told you so."

Jax rolled his eyes, "yes you did Darlin. So you know two of these guys?"

You nodded, "I met Johnny Cruz in Afghanistan and Ezekiel Reyes has been to four of my lectures. Cruz is a good soldier and a fantastic sniper. Reyes is smart, perfect memory but an ambitious streak a mile wide. I won't be surprised if he's running the charter in a few years."

"Good to know, we better go and say hello."

It didn't take long for them to settle in, then drinks were being passed around, "hey Coco, I'm glad to see you've landed on your feet."

He smiled, "yeah, the Club is great."

Ezekiel swagged up to you, "hello Dr l/n, how's life been?"

You took in his VP patch and shot Jax a knowing look, "great, it seems things are good for you, being VP and all."

He smiled, "yeah Bishop thought I'd make a good fit." You nodded, "brains over brawn is always the way to go, at least you'll never forget any details."

The party picked up as the night wore on, Bishop was sitting with Jax and Ezekiel while you sat at your spot at the bar and re-connected with Coco, "what in God's name made you settle in another desert? Do you miss finding sand in your ass crack everyday."

He chuckled and shrugged, "I like the heat."

You shook your head, "there's something seriously wrong with you."

He laughed and a tall man with a beard and fine features wandered over, "who might you be gorgeous?"

Coco was doing his best to not smile as you stuck your hand out, "Dr l/n, Jax is my fiance. Who are you?"

His face fell a bit, "lucky man, name's Angel, EZ's my younger brother."

You nodded, "Sam's mine, do they ever grow out of being goobers or is he going to annoy me till the day I die?"

Angel shook his head, "EZ hasn't changed since we were kids."

A crash pulled your attention away, then someone was shouting, "y/n can you come here, I think Kozik just broke his hand."

You rubbed your face, "sorry gentlemen, I need to go mother some children."

They laughed and you left, when you were out of earshot, Coco leaned in and talked to Angel low enough that no one else could hear, "she was a mechanic when we were overseas."

Angel's eyebrows went up, "she doesn't look like she knows cars."

Coco shook his head, "not that kind, the lady was a CIA operative, my guess is that's why Marcus speaks so highly of her. She must have something to do with what's going on with Galindo."

Angel shrugged, "she seems nice enough. What was she like when you knew her?"

Coco smiled, "she cut an insurgent's throat with a rusted hunk of metal to save my CO's life, I've got no complaints."

You walked back into the Clubhouse with Kozik in tow and walked up to Jax, "sorry to interrupt."

Jax shook his head, "is everything ok? I heard noises and then you were running out."

You rolled your eyes, "Kozik's wrist is sprained, I need to get him an X-ray to make sure it's not worse. I'll probably be home early morning tomorrow."

Jax gave you a sad smile, "alright Darlin, we've got all week to get to know everyone so don't worry." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and you left, Jax turning back to his conversation with Bishop.

****

"Hey Darlin, how's Kozik?"

You were home a lot earlier than expected, "fine, it wasn't bad enough to need an X-ray once the doc had a look, he'll be riding again in a week or two."

Jax watched you walk to the bathroom and heard the shower start, "how did tonight go?"

Jax's tone was light, "good, they seem like good guys. But you're right about the VP, he's ambitious. I have some bad news."

It wasn't really bad news but Jax wanted to prepare you, "let me guess, Arizona is coming and Jenkins still has his patch."

Jax huffed, you were so smart, "I don't know why after his behaviour but they couldn't afford to lose him after everything that went down there."

Jax heard the shower turn off, "if he tries anything, I'll just kick the shit out of him again. I wonder if he still walks with a limp."

Jax chuckled, "last time we were down there he did, maybe he'll stay away from you now that Clay's gone."

Jax opened his arms when you emerged for the shower and you climbed into them, "maybe, he better not try something in front of Santo Parde, you know I can't let that slide."

Jax pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I know, you have my blessing to do whatever you need to."

****

"Shit, where's Gemma?"

Lyla and Ima looked like they were going to collapse, "in the back, she's not feeling well."

You shook your head, "I'll help you get ready for the party tonight, I'll try to stay but since everything went down with Potter, I've been swamped with cases."

Ima gave you a soft smile, "Jax is really worried you're working too hard, you should be resting that leg."

You shook your head, "it stopped hurting two days after I got home. I'll go fix up the dorms and make sure the bathrooms are still stocked. Can someone please go sober Gemma up?"

****

Lyla sent Gemma home after it was clear that she wouldn't be able to keep up appearances. You were sitting on one of the couches with your legs over Jax's lap while he ran his hand up and down your calf, with Opie, Bishop and Hank sitting opposite.

"It was hilarious. This POG kept going on and on about how I needed to finish autopsies faster, then proceeded to run out of the tent with his hand over his face because he couldn't handle a three day old corpse."

Hank laughed, "I bet he never lived that down."

You shook your head, "he might of had I not told everyone."

Jax clicked his tongue, "you just love causing trouble, don't you?"

You smiled, "it depends."

Jax went to respond but was called away by Sam, "be nice."

You put a hand to your chest, "I'm always nice."

Jax lifted your legs off his lap and pecked your lips, "I'll be back in two minutes."

Opie was smiling, "how's the wedding planning going? Lyla tells me that Sam and Ima want to do some outdoor thing for a joint bachelor, bachelorette party."

You nodded, "some kind of real life Oregon Trail video game in the woods, no camping thank God. I'm sure everyone will have fun but there's no chance you are the guys are winning."

Bishop chuckled, "ah to be young and in love." Jax wasn't back yet and then you could feel the hair at the back of your neck stand up and someone was walking over, it was Evan Jenkins.

"Long time no see."

You glared at him as he sat down, "yes, fortunately."

His tone became condescending, "don't be like that, with you as the head bitch we need to get along."

Opie went to step in and you raised your hand, "can I help you? Because you're ruining my nice night and this lovely conversation that I'm having."

He shot you a nasty smirk, "I just think want to know why you and Teller are still together after that stunt you pulled last time we saw each other."

The Mayans around you were confused, "same reason he decided to be with me in the first place. I spat in his drink one day without him knowing and put a curse on him."

"Dude, no one likes you, didn't you learn your lesson when she beat the shit out of you."

Opie didn't sound happy, "what are you talking about?"

Hank's tone was soft but cautious "oh, he put a prospect up to hitting me across the face, then I beat the shit out of him. That's why he walks with a limp and has an uneven face."

When Jax rounded the corner, he saw Jenkins talking to you and speed walked over, "is everything ok here, Darlin?"

You nodded, "yes Beloved, I was just telling the guys how I bewitched you with my magic vagina."

Jax pressed his lips together in order not to laugh, "I don't know how to respond to that."

Jax sat back in the same spot and lifted your legs back onto his lap, going back to running his hand up and down your calf. Jenkins waved his hand at the sight, "that's so pathetic, I guess you're with her cause she removed your balls."

You nodded, "yes, I use them as a paperweight in my office." Jax's hand was a little firmer and you could feel him tense, "I don't know what your issue with me is. When we first spoke, I turned you down nicely, then you lied to Jax to save face. I don't know what you want or why you keep bothering me but you need to read to room, no one wants you here."

He crossed his arms over his chest, "are you going let this bitch speak for you."

Opie stood up and put a hand on the man's arm, "I don't think anyone here would disagree with her, you're killing the vibe man." Jax had gone stiff next to you and he was shifting to be able to get up without moving you too much.

Jenkins glared at you once last time then went to walk away, but in a flash, you had a drink thrown in your face. There was no point in stopping Jax as he leapt up and descended upon the man, the sound of his fists hitting his face filling the room.

Tables and chairs were being pushed aside as the one sided fight continued, Jax had been working out and sparring with Sam most days and he was fast becoming a wall of hard muscle. The bare fists of Jax's huge hands were doing more damage than you could ever achieve.

Everyone was watching as Jax pummeled the quickly fading man until he was flinging blood everywhere "Ope, I think it might be time to…."

Opie waved his hand, "not your choice y/n, Jax can't let the disrespect slide." Opie let it go on for another flurry of punches and kicks before he was pulling Jax away.

You walked over to the sink and wet a towel before stepping up to Jax and taking his hands in yours, "my brave knight, you have cast off on your face." Jax acted like you weren't there as he watched Jenkins be dragged off by Chibs. You reached the towel up and wiped the blood off his face, "my sweet, noble Jackson, you can't punch every man that has a problem with me."

Jax was still silent, "you wanna tell me what's going through your head?"

He grunted, "he's gone, I'm having his patch pulled tonight."

You shook your head, "let's focus on making sure everyone gets along first, once this is set up, we won't be seeing him and Arizona can't take anymore loses anyway."

For the briefest moments, not even a second, Jax's glare turned on you then softened as he dropped his forehead into yours. "That shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry."

He lifted a bruised hand to your face, "help me clean up?" You nodded and walked hand in hand with Jax to the dorms.

"I won't work with him."

Bishop's tone was short, "I know, we don't expect you to but she's right, without him, Arizona doesn't have enough for a table."

The rest of the week went great, there were dinners and nights spent at the Clubhouse drinking. By the time they left, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Santo Parde would be able to take over for SAMTAZ.

Fifteen days after Jax took over

"You guys are going down, you don't have a chance."

Jax chuckled, "sure, can you run with those?"

You huffed in mock offence, "you want me to even the score? Because I'm happy to hobble one of you."

Opie slapped Jax on the chest, "don't be mean Jax, it's not like her short legs could keep up anyway."

"I'm gonna put a snake in your tent."

Jax smiled, big and wide and wrapped his arms around you, "I could make a joke here but I'm worried you might do it." The host showed up just as everyone was getting overly excited.

"Now, I've been told that we're splitting off into two teams, so please do that now."

You gave Jax a kiss and walked over to the other side of the fire pit, "each team will have a guide who will give you challenges and hand out cards for when you succeed or fail. Those that die on The Oregon Trail will be escorted back to the cabins for tea and cookies. The team that makes it to the end with the most people will win."

You split off with your guide and headed in the opposite direction to the guys, "what do we get if we win?"

Ima smiled, "bragging rights. When y/n told me how obsessed Sam was with the game when they were kids, I knew I had to beat him because I always got the high score. We're going this to settle who is the best before we get married."

You shook your head, "and you tell me I'm the nerd."

You walked down the trail and something beeped, "alright, y'all, it's time to choose your supplies." Ima was very insistent on what to take, then you were off.

****

"What do you mean we can't take more than that?"

Juice rubbed his face, "because there's a limit, you idiot. The girls are already so much further ahead, we're going to lose if we don't hurry up." Sam shook his head, "that will not be happening."

****

"Why did I have to go under a wagon wheel."

Lyla didn't seem happy, "it's alright, Chibs and Bobby have already died, at least you'll have company."

Ima didn't seem impressed, "come on people, we've got to keep moving."

Lyla smiled and shook her head, "I'll make sure they leave some cookies for you guys."

****

"You have died of dysentery."

Jax stared at the card he was just handed, "what, if y/n isn't ready back, she's never going to let me live this down."

Sam had no sympathy, "get going Teller, I can't lose." When Jax got back, only Bobby, Chibs and Lyla were there.

****

"A snake bite, really?"

Ima slapped your back, "sorry sis, get going."

You shook your head and walked off, returning to Jax smirking from ear to ear, "yeah, laugh, at least I didn't die of dysentery you noob." People floated in slowly, but it was clear that Sam's team was losing, at the end, it came down to Sam, Ima and Tina, then they were all walking back.

"Who won?"

Ima and Tina were smiling while Sam looked miffed, "suck it little brother, I'll never hear you brag about having the high score again."

Sam's face broke out into a smile and he flipped you his middle finger, "oh, real mature."

Twenty days after Jax took over

"Alright, the cake is ready to ice and the dress is almost dry. I have to call Juice so he can come over and help with all the bread and Bobby is halfway through the puff pasty tarts."

Jax put his arms on your shoulders, "can you sit down for two minutes? You're not even supposed to be off those crutches."

You shook your head, "I'm not even limping, can you stop worrying."

Jax huffed, "I'm never going to stop worrying about you, did you get that intern sorted?"

You nodded, "yeah, he'll be on once a week from now on, I cannot believe they were going to drop him because he's sick."

Jax smiled, "he's lucky he's got you and Holt as his bosses and not someone else."

You shook your head, "that's on the back burner right now."

The doorbell rang, when you looked at the video feed, it was Juice, "thank God, I didn't even need to call. Can you head to Anvil and make sure the tables are ready for the reception?"

Jax smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips, "sure Darlin. You want me to do anything else?"

You shook your head, "no, not right now. Have you heard from your mum? The last time we talked was four days ago and she hasn't been answering."

Jax shrugged, "I'll get Tig to chase her up, I'm sorry you're dealing with all this."

You shook your head, "it's fine, let's just get all this done so my brother can get married."

****

You arrived at Anvil three hours later, having left Juice to start baking. Jax was still there, and had clearly pulled rank and called Happy and Kip to help. He swagged up to you with a smile on his face, "how does it look?"

You looked around at the tables in the main hall, everything looked great, "amazing, how much work did you actually do?"

He gave you that trademark Teller smirked, "you're the one who's always telling me I need to give them more responsibility."

You shook your head, "with the Club not manual labour."

He smiled and ran a hand down your face, "but they did a good job, didn't they?"

You pressed your lips together, "yes, they did. So they'll be the ones getting the fancy wine I bought to say thank you for helping out and not you."

Jax huffed, "you can't even drink wine, why would I want it."

You rubbed your face, "I'm immune to your charms Mr Teller." A phone call pulled you away, it was Hale. The phone call didn't take long, Jax was busy folding napkins when you returned.

"What was that about?"

You smiled, "the light and sirens paperwork for my car has gone through. I'll be able to head to crime scenes before the cops fuck them up now."

Jax shook his head with a smile, "great, you can terrify even more people with your driving."

You gasped in fake offence, "I am an excellent driver, my driving record has never been blemished."

Jax shook his head, "that's because you both drive like and old lady and like someone is trying to kill you."

"Hell yeah, speed limits matter, it's other drivers that suck. You should know that."

Jax shook his head, "you are such a dork."

You sat around for ten minutes waiting for the flowers to arrive, "how does that work, won't they wilt?"

You shook your head, "nah, Hap. Sunflowers are super hardy and I have fancy stuff to put in the water, they also come in protective wrapping so we'll get them ready, then keep them in the fridge till the morning."

"Shit, that is fancy."

You heard a bike in the distance, then Tig appeared, "where's Gem?"

He shook his head, "drunk off her head, I left her with Lyla to sober her up."

You rubbed your face, "and it just keeps happening. Where's the guy with all our booze? He was suppose to be here by now."

Jax shrugged, "call him and find out."

The phone call was short, when you walked back to the group, they could see how angry you were, "what?"

Jax knew this wasn't going to be good, "the motherfucking supplier found out it was for a wedding and wants another five hundred dollars, I told him to take his deposit and shove it up his ass. Does LaRoy still run protection for that liquor store next to his bar?"

"Last time we were there, he was getting a re-supply, you want us to make a call?"

You nodded, "please, tell him the going rate for a wedding plus more if he gets what we need by tonight." Jax took out his phone and walked off the make the call, in the meantime Bobby showed up with some of the food.

"Oh thank the Gods, please tell me everything went well?"

He nodded, "it's all good, I made extra mini pies too."

You gestured over to the kitchen, "please put everything in the fridge. I've checked it four times so it's working and empty. Please, please lock it, this is still a working military training facility and it will be gone by dinner time."

"You want to sit down for a minute love?"

You shook your head, "Jax will be back with news about the alcohol, I need to chase that up."

Right on time, Jax walked back with a smile on his face, "you're smiling, that's good right?"

Jax nodded, "turns out, the owner took his daughter for a tour of the museum and she loved it. He'll provide everything at the original price if his daughter gets a day pass for the rest of the year."

You clapped and jumped up and down, "I have some in my car, can you go now and pick everything up, the van is ready to go, he doesn't even have to worry about delivery."

Jax nodded softly, "sure Darlin, I'll be back with everything you need."

"Oh Jackson, I love you so much."

****

Jax came looking for you when the flowers arrived, only to find you fast asleep in Derek's office. You woke up to Jax softly calling your name while he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, "I wasn't asleep."

Jax chuckled, "sure Darlin, the flowers are here."

You rubbed your face, "I'm coming, I need coffee."

Jax shook his head and handed you a cup from the table, "strong enough to chew, just how you like it."

"I don't have the time right now but when I do I'm going to suck your soul out of your dick."

Jax chuckled, "good to know Darlin."

You ran down to greet the delivery person and signed, "I really need help with the flowers, you guys up to it."

They all nodded, "great, to the kitchen."

They did an excellent job on the flowers, "you should go into flower arranging Tig, I think you've missed your calling."

He laughed, "I can kinda see that." Jax shook his head, you had warmed up to Tig in the last few weeks, he knew you'd never get along with him like the others, but at least you were talking to him more than what's necessary.

"What do you have to do after this?"

You thought for a moment, "not much, the decorations are up, everything else has to happen tomorrow. Even then, the flowers just have to go out and the food needs to be finished, I'm bringing the cake over later tonight."

"What time are you getting up."

You shot Bobby an unimpressed look, "five in the morning. I have co-maid of honour things to do with Lyla."

Jax gave you a smirk, "lucky us, we don't have to get up till eight."

You shook your head, "I hate you."

His smirk widened, "you're so mean." You picked up an empty paper roll and softly thumped his shoulder with it.

"If you think I'm mean now, you should see me if I have to get up early."

Jax grabbed your wrist then pulled the paper roll from your hand, "you'll just have to go to bed early then."

Behind you, Bobby laughed, "Jackson, get your mind out of the gutter. There will be no borking tonight good sir." Jax went red and the others burst out in chuckles.

"Yeah Pres, the lady needs her sleep."

Jax laughed and put his hand on his forehead, "don't you have a cake to ice?"

You pressed your lips together, "yeah, I do, and I won't be saving any cream cheese icing so don't get any ideas."

"Yeah Pres, don't get any ideas." When you walked out of the kitchen, they were still laughing,

****

"Ahhhhh, it's too early."

Jax threw an arm over his face, "can't you stay in bed a little longer?"

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, "no, I have to get all the food ready then I have to get prepared for the wedding. I need coffee, go back to sleep."

Jax grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his chest, "where's my good morning."

"It isn't morning Jax, it's the ass crack of the day. Good ass crack of the day beloved." Jax released you then rolled over and went back to sleep while you rushed off to start the food.

****

"Alright, are you sure the meat will be ready by lunch?"

Derek nodded, "yes, now go off and be a maid of honour, we can handle his." You drove back to the house to start getting ready. Sam spent the night in the dorms and Jax would have already left to start his job as the best man so it was just you and the other women at the house. To your surprise, Gemma was there and sober.

You and Tina had sewn the bridesmaid dresses, simple blue dresses with small yellow sunflowers to go with the rest of the theme. It didn't take long for everyone to get ready, everyone was comfortable enough with their hair and make up to do it on their own. Ima went full old Hollywood with her hair in gentle waves wrapped around her head in a loose bun while the bridal party did what they wanted. The makeup was very much the same.

"So, I created detailed instructions on how Sam needs to remove your dress, if he rips it, I will know and I will kill him."

She smiled, "I know, I'll make sure he's careful. We need to head for the venue, the officiant should be there by now."

It took half an hour to get there in the old-fashioned black taxis you hired, there weren't many people there yet and SAMCRO's bikes weren't there so there was no need to rush and hide to avoid them.

"Have you seen the officiant?"

You went looking, only to be directed to one of the offices by one of the Anvil staff there for security, "looks like food poisoning."

"What? It's in an hour. I need to go call Jax."

You could hear the smile in Jax's voice when he picked up, "is everything alright Darlin?"

You took a deep breath, "the officiant has some kind of disease and the backup won't be here in time. Can you break it to Sam please?"

Jax huffed, "yeah, aren't you a notary, just get a licence over the internet and do the wedding yourself."

"I can't do that, it would be weird."

Jax chuckled and placed his hand over the phone to speak to Sam, "your bother's ok with it, if Ima is then I don't see a problem."

You rubbed your face, "I'll try. If she says yes, I have no idea what I'm going to say."

You knocked on the office door and Lyla opened it, "what?"

You gave her a soft smile, "I have bad news, the officiant is half dead in the spare office. However, I can get an officiant licence in the next twenty minutes."

Ima smiled then shrugged, "go for it. You wouldn't be here if Sam didn't already say yes. I can't think of a better person to do it than you."

You gave her a hug, "I promise I'll do a good job." You ran off to call Jax, after finding a laptop and opening a licencing website "ok, Ima said yes. I'm currently on officiants are us California. You guys need to leave now so you get here in time."

"Great news Darlin, I'll see you there."

****

You had gone through a mountain of paper by the time the guys arrived, a knock at the door had you jumping out of your skin, "y/n, it's Jax, can I come in?"

You walked up to the door and opened it, making sure he didn't see inside, "wow, you look gorgeous. What's wrong?"

You put your face in your hands, "I can't write this speech, I have no idea what to say."

Jax gave you a soft smile, "I'm sure you do, just wing it."

You shot him a look which he smirked at, "wing it? Jackson, I have been planning this wedding for months and you want me to wing one of the most important parts?"

Jax huffed, "then you're going to have to come up with something in the next twenty minutes. I've checked on the food and it's going fine. You have nothing else to worry about."

****

Sam was shaking like a leaf, "you good man?"

He shot Jax a watery smile, "I've never been happier."

Jax put a hand on his shoulder, "we better head out." Sam nodded softly, "yeah, we better." The office they were waiting in was closer to the space where the ceremony was being held so it didn't take them long to walk down. Most of the guests were there by now, sitting on the simple deep brown wooden chairs, Sam's attention was fixed down the aisle, waiting for the women to walk out of the office.

His heart jumped as the music started.

We were walking so long I forgot

Where we were going

Found a place we did not recognize and I

I'm alright not knowing

Lyla and Tina were first, walking down with their bouquets of yellow poppies and baby's breath.

Hallucinating with the morning light

Cover me in a fantasy

Getting swept up in a storyline and I'll

Let it take me out to sea

Let it take me out to sea

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

Luanne walked out after then, her dress flowing in the light breeze.

So traverse the earth to come back home

Hear me without a sound

I am mystified that wanting you is how

My feet firmly felt the ground

My feet firmly felt the ground

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

You walked out next, you could see Sam's lip start to quiver and his eyes were shining and red as you took your place on the podium.

A well that never dries

A fire that never dies

Even in stormy times

You'll know me

And I will know you

Ima appeared from behind to door and there was a collective gasp, tears were falling down Sam's face as she locked eyes with him and made her way up the aisle.

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

She handed Lyla her bunch of flowers and turned to Sam, "hey."

He looked like a little boy, "hey, you look so pretty." There was a soft chuckle from the crowd and Jax gave you a soft nod.

"Friends, family, gawking Anvil employees who are only here for the free booze and food, we are gathered here today to witness the union between Ima Tobin and Sam l/n. Are you both here of your own free will?"

They nodded, "yes, without a doubt." Your eyes floated to Jax for reassurance as you went to start the speech.

"The ancient Greeks may be the origin of the belief in soulmates. Plato asserts that when time began, humans had four arms, four legs, one head and two faces. Zeus, fearful of their power and intensely jealous of their happiness, tore them asunder and we are now doomed wander the earth until we find out other half."

Sam squeezed Ima's hand a little tighter, "but it's so much more than just a story. When we find the person we're meant to spend the rest of our lives with, we know. It's like coming home after an unending journey or meeting an old friend you haven't seen in decades. It's peace, the calming of a roaring ocean, it's the first drop of rain after an unrelenting drought. Now, I know you have written your own vows so Ima, please start before I start crying."

The crowd laughed again and Jax took the rings out of his pocket and placed them on the podium.

"I never thought I could be this happy, I was convinced I was going to be one of those people who never found someone who loved them for who they were. And then you walked into CaraCara one day and you smiled at me, and it's the first time I felt butterflies in my chest since I was a teenager. From this day forward, I promise my love, my loyalty and my comfort to you until my last day."

Ima let one of Sam's hands go picked up his wedding ring before sliding it over his finger, and You wiped a stray tear, "good luck in topping that."

Sam sniffed, "Lemon drop." Ima went red and you could hear someone aww from one of the chairs, "when I first saw you, it was like the world stopped spinning, I think I forgot how to breath. You were standing in the middle of the room in a pair of pink sweat pants and an oversized jumper talking to Tina, I had to psych myself up to saying hello because I was worried I'd make a fool of myself. From this day forward, I promise my love, my loyalty and comfort to you until my last day."

Sam looked at you and with a nod took the ring and used his shaking hands to put it on her. Jax leaned in close, "what else?"

You shook your head and the crowd held on in anticipation, "and treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley." The other Sons finished the last bit along with Sam

There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd by the time they were done, "alright, I legally have to do this. Are there any objections to this union? Speak now or forever hold your peace." No one made a sound, "good, I would have shot you." Sam choked on a laugh while Ima shook her head.

"Well then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and a shady internet website, I now pronounce you Husband and wife, you may….." Sam cut you off by kissing Ima, dipping her like something from a movie, "you impatient twerp."

Sam turned to you and laughed, "thanks."

You smiled back, "now, time for lunch!"

****

"This bread is amazing."

Happy had his mouth full, "it's all Juice, he's become quite the baker."

Abel waddled over with his plate full, "that's a lot of food Mr, are you going to eat it all?"

He smiled and shook his head, "no mummy, I bought it for you." He put the plate in front of you and tapped your lap so he could sit on it.

"Thank you Abel, that was very thoughtful."

You picked up the pasty and bacon wrapped pepper and took a bite, "these are great."

You huffed, "I know, I'm so happy I got everyone to help because Bobby did a great job."

Jax flopped his head onto your shoulder, "why didn't they want speeches?"

You gave Jackson a sad smile, "why do you think? They didn't want anyone ruining their day."

Jax reflected your smile, "that's probably for the best. I'm still surprised they decided to have a daytime wedding."

You nodded, "yeah, it fit better with their theme and they're excited to go on their honeymoon."

Jax shook his head, "I hope they enjoy their isolated trip to Appalachia."

You huffed, "they are going to a lovely cabin by a lake, they're not going to be eaten by mountain men, don't worry."

"Something tells me Sam wouldn't let anything happen to Ima."

You nodded, "yeah, he'd kill a mountain man with his bare hands."

Abel was clearly enjoying his lunch, "these are so yummy."

Jax chuckled, "I know little man, which one's your favourite?"

Abel picked up the mini cheese and onion pie, "dis one."

"Can I have one?"

Abel slid the plate towards his father and Jax picked up and ate one of the pies in one bite, "Jackson."

He shook his head, "what, these are great."

You nodded, "well, we have a big ones for our wedding, I'm sure Bobby will be happy to help."

By the time lunch was done, the Anvil staff didn't have many leftovers to enjoy but that floated in nonetheless. The party really kicked off once the music was flipped on and Ima was dragging you to the dance floor. Jax sat with Sam and watched while you and Ima danced to some late ninety pop hit, "that's going to be you in a few months."

Jax gave Sam a soft smile, "you gave no idea how happy I am that this whole thing is only going to take less than six months, I would have lost my mind if I have to put up with Clay for a whole year."

Sam nodded, "well, we're lucky Marcus is so eager to get it done."

Abel was looking around the table, "what's wrong little man?"

He didn't look sad, "I finished my milk."

Sam chuckled, "it's alright buddy, I'll take you to the kitchen and get you some more." Abel jumped off your chair and took Sam's hand, walking away with his little coat still over the back of the chair.

Jax watched you dance with Lyla and Ima, just as he was going to get up to join you, Gemma walked up to him, he could smell the weed and alcohol on her. "They seem to be having fun."

Jax was pissed, "yeah, they are. You promised me you wouldn't drink today, y/n is going to be so hurt if she finds out."

Gemma huffed, "it's not her day, Sam never said anything to me."

Jax crossed his arms, "because he didn't want to hurt you, Sam already had his childhood ruined by a drinker, don't ruin his wedding. Sober yourself up before everyone sees you."

Gemma walked off to the coffee and cart and Jax did his best to remain calm as Sam and Able returned, "did you get it?"

Abel held out his cup, "yes daddy."

Jax smiled, "alright little guy, don't eat too fast, you'll get a tummy ache."

Jax watched you and Ima come up to the table, "come dance with me."

Jax grabbed your hand in his and let you pull him to the dance floor, "you having fun?"

You nodded, "yeah, but I've had it. Sam and Ima are leaving soon then I'm going to help clean up and head to bed. Have you spoken to Gemma today, I haven't had the time."

Jax stiffened, "she got drunk, didn't she."

Jax hugged you harder, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "it's fine. I think we should ask Wendy to look after Abel more, Gemma can't look after him right now."

Jax nodded, "yeah, I'll call her tomorrow and ask her what days she's free."

You smiled softly, "let's forget about everything right now and enjoy the rest of our day."

Jax pressed a kiss to your forehead, "good idea Darlin."

****

"Go home and put Abel down, we're almost done here."

Jax's brows furrowed, "you sure?"

You nodded, "yeah, it won't take long." Jax left you with a sleeping Abel in his arms and headed back home, Lyla dropping him off with a plate of leftovers.

When Jax got the text just before seven, he sprung into action and ran upstairs to start his plan. When you got home, the house was quiet. Jax emerged for the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face. "I put your favourite pair of fluffy PJs on the bed and I've run you a bath so have a quick shower first, then I'll be in to join you."

You smiled, "thank you."

Jax listened for the shower to finish then walked in to see you climbed into the bath, Jax knelled by the side of the tub and picked up a sponge before dipping it in the perfectly hot water and rubbing it over your chest,

"that feels nice."

Jax chuckled at the tiredness of your voice, "you worked so hard the last few weeks, you deserve some pampering."

Jax washed and massaged your scalp then helped you out of the bath and dried you off, "come on, I'm not done." He sat you down and did you hair then took you hand and told you the lay on the bed before getting lotion off the bedside table.

"Get comfortable and let me look after you." Jax must have spent an hour rubbing out your sore muscles and talking to you about nothing, as he went on, you spoke less and less, Jax smiling as you stopped making sense.

When Jax looked over your face, he saw you were fast asleep and stopped, dressing you in your PJs then covering you up and getting into bed next to you.

"Sleep well Darlin."

Part 46

Comments would really help, I hope I did Sam and Ima justice.

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[loominggaia]

Weird question I just thought of but hear me out....ok so demons normally ask ugly neck beards for sex but what if a hot person asked a demon?? Would they say yes or??

lol good question! I think the demon would most likely say yes, and here's my reasoning why...

First I have to mention that demons don't specifically target "neckbeard" types. They're attracted to anyone who is sexually frustrated, and yeah, there are probably a lot of neckbeards in that camp, but actually just about anyone can be a target at some point in their lives.

The more desperate for sex a person is, the more attractive they are to a demon. Demons can sense this kind of desperation from miles away, and they will fly quite a long distance to feed on it.

Not all experiences are the same, but here's how it usually works: Demon senses target and stalks them for a while, learning their routine. Demon approaches target when they're alone and offers to take their "frustrations" away. Target either accepts or refuses.

If they refuse, the demon simply moves on to the next target. If they accept, they just entered a deal they will probably regret. In this case, the demon will approach them regularly to "feed". This means the their victim has to please them on demand or face their wrath.

So, what happens when this system is reversed? What if a person who is not the least bit lonely or frustrated asks a demon for sex? First of all, I want to say that this scenario would be extremely rare, if it happens at all. Most people know better than to mess with demons, so only the very desperate would attempt it. And if they're that desperate, chances are good that the demon was targeting them anyway.

But hypothetically, let's say this did happen. Will the demon accept? I think in most cases, probably so. It's a free meal, after all. This is a good deal for the demon! But I could also see the demon refusing if they've just fed recently. You know when you eat too much at dinner and you just have to lie down for a few hours? Yeah...that. Peoples get food comas, demons get sex comas.

Let's say the demon accepts though. This is not such a good deal for the person, who might have just earned themselves an annoying and potentially dangerous stalker; one who may demand sex at inconvenient times and get volatile if they're refused because they're hangry. Only a really ignorant or short-sighted person would approach a demon like this.

Honestly, I would compare this to eating an old slice of pizza out of the trash...The starving, penniless beggar might be willing to risk illness later to sate their hunger now, but why would a rich person even entertain the thought? It'd just be silly. Likewise, I can't see many well-adjusted people prepositioning demons for a good time when there are so many better, less dangerous options available to them.

But it's an interesting idea nonetheless! And hey, maybe it's not as uncommon as I think, because like George Carlin once said...

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

#ask #askdemon #askmonster #asksexuality

[andsoigotabutterfly]

Path to Damnation (Prologue)

This is my own story. Took almost three years to figure out all of the characters, the plot and the world. I still work on it, but wanted to get feedback, and since my family said they like it, I thought maybe I'll share it with others too. So I translated the prologue. Let me know what you think! (Not a native English person, please excuse any grammar mistakes!)

Word count: 2410

Warnings: blood, death, anger management problems, I don't think anything else, but read at your own risk

I.

Zean jumped into the ice cold water. He quickly re evaluated his plan off making his escape in the lake that was covered in ice. Still, the hounds that chased him couldn't follow his scent here. Zean grinned, when he heard their disapointed whining and barking. He even heard some swearing from the guards, that were chasing him, so he inferred, that they won't be chasing him. Then he noticed the next problem; he couldn't breath.

Quickly, he formed a rune with his hands and muttered a silent word. The water around his head had disappeared, and was filled with much needed fresh air. He took a big breath, then shut the flow of magic from his hands and started swimming deeper, as he directed himself to the center of the lake. When he ran out of breath, he repeated the magic, than continued the swimming.

About ten minutes later, he judged, that he got far away from land, and started swimming to the surface. Not long later, he saw a weigh, that was connected to a boat with a rope. It kept it in place. He could only hope, to find his ride up there, and not someone unwanted. When he reached the ice layer on top of him, he muttered another silent word. The barrier between him and the surface melted instantly and he looked around, as he climbed out of the water. He looked back at the city, from where he escaped. He swam almost two miles by his judgement, and was very proud of himself. Then, he looked to the boat and smiled. The middle aged man waiting for him in the boat had his hand streched out for him, and was smiling at him.

Zean started coughing the minute he was dragged out of the water, with an unworldly sound, that came from his lounges. His friend watched him with fear in his eyes, as he threw a burnt blanket at him, that was warmed by the boats torch. Zean was gratefull he could even stop coughing to thank the man for his kindness.

The man's brown, long hair was let loose, just as his long, combed beard. His shoulders were muscular and wide, just as the grin on his face. His brown eyes were deep, letting his restlessnes be seen.

"By the old and new gods Zean, what were you thinking?!" said the man with a deep voice. "Your pneumonia will be so bad, you will cough up your lounges and choke at them. What were you thinking?"

"Calm down Verzon" said Zean between two coughs. "Don't forget, that I still am an elf. My symtomps won't be as harsh, as it would be with you. And if I were to die, Hylen would kill me beforehand."

"At least she wouldn't do anything this stupid! You brainless morron. Here I was, thinking that you wanted me here, so you have an easier teleportation location."

"Not while having this with me" Zean replied, and showed him, what this adventure was all about. In his hand, was a small silver coloured ring. For a normal man, it would have looked like a normal silver ring, but they both knew better. This ring was made by the God of Forges, and was given to the elvish ruling family as a gift, beside the other coronation jewels. This leaf patterned ring was the symbol of power and nobility in the eyes of the elvish people.

"It can't be!"

"Oh yes it can" Zean didn't even notice how exited and happy his voice was. "This here my friend, is the Ynre'gitta. One of the most valuable thing on this god forsaken land. Now that I have it, I can finally have my rightfull throne. I can finally avange my family. I can finally return home..." his voice trailed of at the end.

"Look. Zean. I know you want to return to your rightfull place, but are you really sure, the other nobles, who have forsaken their lands to stay alive, will support your claim, just because of a little jewel? Are you sure they will rise up against Xulaen?"

"Don't you say the name of that wretched kinslayer!" Zean almost shouted. His whole body was trembling, with the anger that filled boiled his anger, and the hatred that swept over him. "That bastard murdered my father, his own brother in his sleep, sold my mother as a slave, and has attempted to murder me three times! I can not do nothing about all the wrongs that have been done." He immediatly felt guilty about his behaviour. "I'm sorry old man" started Zean anew with a calm voice. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. But yes. I'm sure the lords will support me now."

Verzon looked worriedly at his friend, as he took in his words. "It will take a while, to get back home. I suggest you take a nap beside the torch. I won't need a change."

II.

Verzon was right. Zean was gratefull for the break, and for everything that his friend has done for him. After they reached shore, the pushed the boat out of the water, and reached for the city walls, that was the opposite side of the lake, where they came from. They were both very tired, so none of them made a word as they walked up the road.

As they got closer, the flag that decorated the walls could be seen. There was a golden phoenix on a velvet red base, that was holding on to a sword. Zean grew attachged to this flag, as the noble man of this house, the Yrselians have saved his life from countless dangers. And the heir of the highlord, his best friend was standing right beside him, so he really coudn't complain about them being rude.

When Zean and Hylen, his lover escaped from the elven empire as refugees, the Yrselian house took them in, and defended them. They were welcoming and nice with them from the start. When the danger was gone, they provided them a shelter and a new home, untill they could go back to their own, and spared every resource with them that they needed, as their friendship with the elves rooted back centuries.

Zean has sworn several times, that he will repay everything they did to them three times. But he needed his throne back firstly. Before he and Verzon reached the gates, he stopped to talk to him, as they needed to hide their friendship from the cities ears, for both their sakes.

"Thank you, for everything you did for me old firend. I am beyond gratefull. Only with emense money would I have been able to buy my families heritage back, and as we both know it, I don't have that amount of money, even if you lend me half of your banks."

"No need to thank me. I just want to get rid of you. The sooner you go and take back your place, the sooner I have my long looned peace and quiet" said Verzon with a wide grin on his face. They both laughed at his comment, then started walking again. When they reached the gates, they parted ways. Verzon headed for the palace, and Zean went in the direction of the merchants district. The snowy streets were peacfull. There weren't many people out of their homes this late in the evening, but Zean could see some drunks wandering home, which made him smile. What will they get from their loved ones, when they get home. He wandered and hold back his laugh. He didn't need to worry. Hylen knew where he was, and didn't mind it.

It hasn't taken long for him to get home. After a long, hot bath, he stared before him on his bed. He kissed Hylens sleeping forehad, then went over to the other bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, and looked at the tiny, figure underneath the sheets. When he sat down on the bed beside it, a boy with long ears sat up from underneath the blanket, and hugged him tightly.

He had dark green hair, just like his father, and bright green eyes, that reminded Zean of his own father. His had sharp cheekbones which smuggled a little dignity in his look even at his age into his face.

"Can you tell me a story?" he asked quietly.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"I couldn't."

Zean took a deep breath. I should stop going out late. This isn't the first time he can't sleep because of me. "What do you want to hear?"

"The one with Zeras'gon the angel!"

"But I've told it countless times!"

"I still want to hear it!"

"So be it. Once upon a time, there was a demon. A demon so powerfull, and so evil, it wanted to devour the whole world! And he could have, if someone hadn't stop him. This someone, being our hero, Zeras'gon, who was created by the gods themself, because they got scared of being defeated by Val'Roag, the demon..."

Zean got lost in the story. He has told it so many times, it was a breeze, but he alway made something new up, so he may keep the story interesting. This time, it was, that the gods, who got jelous of their own creation, defeated Zeras'gon, to take his power.

"But what exactly happened to him?"

"Well, after his victory over Val'Roag in Arzeal, the place where the demons live, he went throughout the physical world, fixing the mayhem that the demon created. Because of this, the people started worshipping him, making him ever more powerfull. But even he couldn't stand the power of all the gods combined. In his last battle against them, he scarred the leader of the gods, Kuroathal, but still lost. The gods ripped him of his powers, and locked him away with his lover, so he may never return."

"But why?" asked Vares with such sincerety and innocence inb his voice, it made Zean smile.

"I don't really know. Ask me next time okay? But now, let me tuck you in. You need to sleep."

"But I'm not tired" said Vares with a big yawn.

Zean waited beside his bed, for him to fall asleep, kissed his cheeks, than quietly and slowly sneaked out of his room. As he closed the door, two small hands wrapped around him from behind, hugging him lightly. Zean immediatly recognized his lovers hands and turned around, to hug her back. He kissed her, than burried his face in her deep blue hair, which smelled of lavender. Her eyes also shined green in the dark. He leaned back a little, to admire her narrow, perfect face and kissed her again.

"Now he will be sleeping." Zean said quietly.

In response, Hylen hummed lightly, burrying her face in his chest. They were standing there, hugging for a couple of minutes as they heard someone knock on the door. Zean pulled away, so he can check, who disturbs them this late in the night. When he openned the door, he cursed himself, for not following the safety rules of Verzon, as he saw six elves standing outside his door, all of the with drawn weopons.

"Xulaen, the emperor of all elves, and the lord of Ressayna forest, sends his regards" told the elf standing before him, and than stabbed him in the stomach, with his sword.

III.

Verzon was up in arms, readying everybody as soon as he got the telephatic message from Hylen, that they were under attack. Verzon stormed through the streets as soon as his team got ready. About half way to his friends house, he got a bad feeling. The connection between him and Hylen was cut.

As they were running through the streets, they saw smoke rise up from the merchant district. Verzons throat tightened to the brim of suffocating, as he dictated an even faster tempo.

Verzon almost froze at the sight of the attack. The house was burning, and there were four dead bodies outside, on the street. He immediatly checked them, not recognizing any of them, so he ran to the house.

As he entered, he saw a black clothed elf pulling his blade out of Hylens chest, as he spinned around to face his new opponents. His eyes darted through the room, trying to find an escape route, but he didn't find any, so he ran towards Verzon, who stricked him doen with one swing of his blade. The body dropped down, to the three other, that were already on the floor.

Verzon's eyes teared up, as he saw his friends dead body. His blood was filled with anger, but he didn't stop, and stormed in the bedroom, on the left side, not wanting to see whats inside. A large stone fell from his heart, when he saw Vares's shocked and scared face. He took him in his arms, and took him out of the burning house, setting him down on the street. He ran back, dragging out the bodies of Hylen and Zean, so maybe the paramedics can help them, but they were helpless too.

Verzon screamed of the pain. He cried, cursed the gods and took out his anger on the burning house, striking a hole in it's brick wall. He looked at his insensitive, bloody hand, as he burried his face in it. He couldn't accept this. Still, he was helpless against it.

Then he looked to the other side if the street, at Vares. He stood up, and walked to the boy, who stared at him with a confused look. As he took him up, the boy clutched at his neck. Verzon didn't know what to do. What do I do with the boy? What should I do with my best friends son? What sould I do with the rightfull emperor of the bloody elves?

I will raise him. Came the conscientious answer. I will raise him, and after he is ready, we will burn the skies. He and my son, will do things that will change the very core of this world. They will surpass the laws of nature, and bring it to it's knees. If he wants to, he will have his revenge. If he wants to, he will destroy empires. If he wants to, I will help him do anything. If he wants to, I will help him drown the world in blood.

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[ithoughtiwasslender]

from shitpost to reality. an ldr song for stede in every episode. enjoy.

e1 “pilot” - ride

my family is here now, at sea / ive been out on that open road, you can be my full-time, daddy, white and gold

e2 “a dammed man” - hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have (but i have it)

you’re dead and im not listening / smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts, but ive been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, 24-7 sylvia plath

e3 “a gentleman pirate” - gods & monsters

please join me in welcoming for his regional debut the brigand of barbados, the cream of the caribbean, the gentleman pirate / in the land of gods and monsters i was an angel looking to get fucked hard, like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer

e4 "discomfort in a married state" - off to the races

an open fire on a wooden vessel surrounded by bits of paper. you're a fucking lunatic, and i like it. / and we're off to the races, places ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in

e5 "the best revenge is dressing well" - national anthem

you're in over your head. these are my people. i'll deal with it. / i'm your national anthem, boy, put your hands up, give me a standing ovation

e6 “the art of fuckery” - yayo

we should cross paths with a dutch merchant ship tomorrow night. i thought we could take it through a bit of fuckery / let me put on a show for you, daddy, let me put on a show

e7 “this is happening” - you can be the boss

i don't know if i agree that a ship can only have one captain / you can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss

e8 “we gull way back” - music to watch boys to

they’re the furthest thing from my mind. that’s why i’ve got the telescope / oh i see you’re going, so i put on my music watch you leave

e9 “act of grace” - living legend

but you're blackbeard. you can’t be blackbeard without your black beard / and baby all the things you do, and the ways you move, send me straight to heaven, and baby you, you really are my living legend

e10 “whenever you go, there you are” - bel air

to stede bonnet. complicated, hard-headed. really quite irritating at times. and finally free / so i run like i'm mad to heaven's door, i don't wanna be bad, i won't cheat you no more, darling i'm waiting to greet you

#stede bonnet #our flag means death #fanmix #daddys crazy little baby on the pirate ship. said it before and ill say it again! #much like the show this was all giggles until i got to e9 tbh then i had. a sincere emotion.

[mtnkat3]

11.05pm

my Love/s. DOne, DPOne, & Alll.🔆

Ok my Love/s. I have sat down for a moment so that I could write my thoughts.

[Of course the cat thinks that means it's time to sit on mama.]

I'm thinking about You/Alll &Alll the possibilities that includes...safe travels...

I'm not gonna call these fantasies.

They are possible. And I'm praying for You/Alll & God's Plans for some version to be reality.

Ok. Let's see...

thinking about You DOne, my Love/s, flying... into the Atlanta hub. Driving my way... possibly more than... & of course this all started with me feeling safe to write after that post. Blushing shyly bowing my head. I love You DOne. I hope You Alll know that. Alll of You/Alll. But I started thinking about You flying down... do You fly coach...business or what. How do You feel in plane seats... [I haven't flown since 2002.] I just wanna curl up against You Alll... stroke chins, cheeks, beards, jaws... I wanna drown in Your/Alll's eyes... I wanna talk with You Alll... intimately, quietly. Yes, I have a thing for voices tooo. & the longing for Your/Alll's has been with me always. But to just be with each of You/Alll. I think about being with You/Alll together & individually all the time. As I slowly begin to know what You/Alll like, at least here. Individual tastes, & the whole. I think about if You/Alll want me to touch You/Alll on a plane..not the mile high stuff. I mean build the anticipation & wanting...craving...the crazy intense needs... I mean careful pda's... just to feel Your/Alll's skin against mine... share the same air... to breathe You/Alll in... Your/Alll's scents will be imprinted onto my psyche quickly, & forever. I will crave it. Yes my Love/s...I will either ask what You/Alll would like me to wear that day, or event, or I will think about it about something You/Alll will like. Not so much to impress, but to please. For You Alll to know that I do think about You/Alll with something like my clothes. [& yeah, I will either sell or donate what You/Alll find abhorrent, or just don't like. Just...me.] so... when flying... do You/Alll think about pulling my hand onto Your/Alll's thighs? Maybe tease us both by rubbing my hand over Your/Alll's...zippers...? Or do You Alll hold my hand firmly to keep geom exploding with cravings...wants... needs... do You/Alll think about reaching for me..... & devouring my lips in a soul smoldering kiss....? Seee my Love/s... I think about these things & many intensely erotic things. Yes. Even a novice can have a naughty dirty mind. Slow grin. Hhhmmm... DPOne...safe travels??? Me to You/Alll...??? Or... convergence... I'm wondering if I should put the continuation of the beach & me coming to You/Alll... how about this... there are a few scenarios that I thought of... but they usually wound up that we kept me from actually using the hotel & we had a delicious late night meal that morphed... learning about each of You/Alll...how You/Alll like to move, touch, talk... how You/Alll want to...interact...with me. Oh yes my Love/s....I think about each of You/Alll...in very erotic ways... but I also want to do so with Your/Alll's wants in mind. Do You/Alll like thinking about me touching myself because I can't not? Sigh.... just so many thoughts... and I know I need to close this. Just...hard to. To ighr... my fingers are gonna walk. I need & want You/Alll too much to not. Whimpering softly moan. OMG...please... how I want to be in Your/Alll's arms before Monday ends.... I am praying. I love You/Alll endlessly. And want, crave, need & desire You/Alll...immeasurably. I am.

~Your's/s'.~ DOne, DPOne, & Alll.🔆

12 36am geeish.🙄

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[Ok. This has taken a lot of time because I have been thinking, writing & doing laundry as well as nighttime routine. Trying to get to bed at a decent time & not fall asleep in my recliner like a bad kat.]