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soapybutt17 · 8 months

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You Are My Sunshine

Summary: In which a year into your relationship, you began wandering if it's time to tell your father about your secret relationship. Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Price!Female Reader. John Price. Simon Riley. Soap MacTavish. Word Count: 2,441 Chapter Warnings: None A/N: Got Carried Away and just turned it into a whole ass one shot series.

for @glitterypirateduck's GazFest 2023 Category: One-Shot Prompt: "I always knew this day would come"

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“Really sure I can’t drive you up to your boyfriend’s house?”

Trust your father to make things more complicated than it needs to be. You know what his true intentions were and you weren’t about to bite—yet. You shared a knowing look with the man that was not just your father (step-father, but it was beside the point anymore) but was also your Captain. So much was riding out on his offer and you weren’t about to deal with the mess that would come after.

“I’ll be fine, Dad.” You reassured hugging him hoping it was enough to distract him. “I’ll call you when I get there, I promise.”

With a sigh, his arms wrapped around you in his resignation for the topic. You truly didn’t know until when you could keep this charade up with him. Especially with the man he was hunting down so close to the both of you. Maybe it was time to finally come clean and maybe it wouldn’t be as hard as you think it would be,

“Maybe bring him in for the New Year? I’m sure your Mum would love to have him over.”

You rolled your eyes realizing your father wasn’t relenting on this topic just yet.

“When I’m sure you’re not gonna threaten him—or kill him, I’ll think about bringing him to meet you and Mum.” You gave him the option instead.

“Fine.” He muttered finally pulling away from you. “Keep safe and if you change your mind, I’m one call away, I’m sure your Mum and brother and sister would love to have you for Christmas.”

You sighed.

“Maybe next year, Dad. Please bring the gifts I’ve sent to them with you, okay?”

You heard a knock at the door and the sight of one Kyle Garrick had interrupted the little moment you had with your father. You shared a knowing look with the man and knew his reason for coming to your father’s office. It’s time for the both of you to head out.

What you father didn’t know and hopefully the rest of the people in the base, was the small fact that the boyfriend your father and both Ghost and Soap were more than willing to hunt down was within arm’s reach. The cheeky bastard even played the part so well in having his own ideas of beating the living shit out of himself with the rest of the team. Oh if only they knew.

“Ready to go, Nyx?” Gaz inquired.

You noticed your father’s brow raising in question.

“Gaz lives nearby my boyfriend, Dad.” You explained so easily. “Thought I’d save gas and drive with him to my boyfriend’s place.”

“Alright.” He nodded before his attention slowly turned towards your secret boyfriend. “You know what to do for me, Sergeant?”

“Yes, Sir.” Gaz answered so easily.

“No, Gaz. You will do no such thing.” You snapped turning your attention to your father. “Don’t drag Gaz into this mess.” You muttered making your way towards Gaz.

“Send the coordinate to me when you can.” Your father continued but the smile on his face was enough of an indication that he wasn’t serious about it anymore than he really was.

“Dad!”

“Have safe drive you two. Call me when you get there, understood?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Take care of my daughter, Gaz.”

“Yes Sir.”

Walking out of your Father’s office, silence had enveloped the two of you as you walked further away. When you were certain the distance was good enough, you finally held onto your boyfriend’s hand, how easy it was for him to hold onto your own in a firm grip.

“You think we should finally tell your father about us?” He inquired turning his gaze towards you for a moment before his eyes turn back in front of him as you two continued walking.

“I always knew this day would come.” You groaned rubbing your temples with your free hand. “Think you’ll be ready to deal with my Dad?” You inquired.

“More than I already do? I think I am.” He snorts. “If it means not having to lie to everyone’s face and we could be less—secretive and I think the reward would be better for everyone.”

He was right.

You know your father had this unprecedented rule in the base that so many other base have enforced with an iron grip. Relationships within the base were allowed to a degree, for as long as no one would let it hinder with their jobs or missions. It was a small little change that had so much impact for the entire team. Ghost and Soap were also few of the people that made the most out of it with their own significant others working in with the Medic Team.

But amongst the leniency that Captain John Price had decreed, there was an open secret that every single personnel was informed off, some even say that it was one of the first rules given to the new recruits when they arrive. No one is to date his daughter.

“After the Holiday?” You offered hoping it would be enough time to prepare for the inevitable chaos that would happen after the holidays.

“Enough time to enjoy the last days of my life, I think?” He teased.

“Kyle.” You warned, already worried for his safety now.

“Everything is going to be alright. We can ask Nikolai for help if we ever need it.” He continued earning a light nudge out of you.

One mission that had you, Gaz, and your father, it was somehow prophesied by one Nikolai that you and sweet Gaz would have cute babies together just to get a rise from your father. But that somehow, you end up getting together with the Sergeant just a few months after and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Eventually, with your bags gathered and the two of you now shoving everything you have onto the truck it was time for the couple of hour long drive to the Garrick Household for Christmas.

“You think they’d like me?” You inquired leaning against the door of his red Opel Corsa car he got with his first paycheck.

“They’ve been pleading to meet you for months now since they learned about you. I doubt anyone would hate you.” Gaz reassured cupping your checks.

You took a moment to check your surroundings for anyone that could possibly recognize you before you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. His own arms pulled you right into his chest.

“Even if I’m a Military Brat?” You asked, knowing it was the preconceived notion everyone had on you when they found out about your association with the Captain. You wouldn’t be surprised if his family would also share the same view the moment they meet you.

“Far from it. Mum and Dad are already planning our wedding and how many kids we would have. So I doubt they think so lowly of you.”

You laughed at the statement. You did envision yourself with Gaz and the little family you could have in the future. But it was all too soon to think of in the present. But it was a certainty that you hope would happen in the future you have together.

“Can I named the babies or do they already have name planned as well?” You asked nuzzling your cheeks against his chest.

“A few name suggestions were thrown, but we can veto some as far as I’m made aware.”

“Kyle Junior would also be a good name for a baby boy?” You continued hands rubbing his back knowingly. “You’d like that don’t you?”

“We’re not playing this game in the middle of the parking lot, Love.” He groaned.

“Inside your car would seem a better setting then?” You egged him on.

“Nyx.” He warned, hands falling to the curves of your ass.

“I’m joking.” You giggled pulling him in for a quick kiss before finally letting go.

You tensed as you looked out into the base, the sight of Ghost and Soap gaping at the sight of the two of you.

“Let’s go.” You muttered opening the door immediately giving Gaz a whiplash for the sudden shift in your attitude from a few seconds ago.

“What?” He turned and from the window of the passenger seat of the car, you could see the shock also written on his face as he made beeline to the driver side of the car.

Without another word, Gaz had started the car without turning back or even acknowledging the fact that your secret was now exposed to two of the last people you would have allowed to know about your relationship now.

“We’re fucked.” You muttered under your breath as soon as you heard the familiar ring tone of your phone and the all too family name of your father that was now made aware of the little interaction you had with one Kyle Garrick.

“Now I understand why you love her so much.” His mother was quiet for the most part, allowing him and the rest of the members of the Garrick Family and extended family to bring life to the childhood home he had grew up in.

Kyle could only nod, watching you as you continued on with your conversation with his sister and brother-in-law about some TV series that you’re excited to begin watching again while off-duty. It brings so much warmth inside of him to see you like this, so comfortable and in peace in a place that was his own.

All the worries of his family not liking you or the chaos that came with Soap and Ghost finding out about your secret relationship was put in the backburner for the time being. All that was important was the moment where you two were.

A time where he wasn’t out in some isolated country or in knee deep shit looking for enemies alongside you. You both were in a normalcy that doesn’t come often with either of you anymore because of your chosen profession.

“Hey Mum,” Kyle finds himself turning his attention back to his mother. The smile on her face as she caught him looking at you was all the sign he needed to push forward with what he was about to ask. “Think I can cash in on your offer about your wedding ring in the near future?”

Christmas in the Garrick Household was a success and true to Kyle’s words, everyone loved you. It was just like you to be loved by anyone and everyone you would meet. Contrary to your call sign of Nyx, you were a ball of sunshine that constantly lights up the room, only dimming at the most frail state of mind or during missions. You gave him the sunshine he had thought was lost in him throughout the time of blood and gore he had experience in his career.

Who would have ever thought the incident in Piccadilly would not only shape his career, but the future he never thought he was still allowed to have in his life when all was said and done.

“No funny business.” You had teased him the moment you both settled into his childhood bedroom for the night.

“Never said there was.” He teased you right back, pulling you into his bare chest.

The single bed wasn’t really good for either of you to stay in, but it was better than having to sleep in separate rooms for the night. He maneuvered the two of you until you were now resting completely under him. A smile was on your face, eyes a little glazed over from the few drinks you’ve shared with the rest of his family and your skin tinted a few shades of red because of it. But you were still the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

“I’m happy.” You spoke plopping your face onto the crook of his neck. Arms wrapped around his chest.

“Meet too.” He admit. He was happy with you in his life, happy that there would come a time in his life that he would want to hang his boots and throw his uniform down the deepest depths of his closet but he would still have you in his life. It was worth being happy about for him.

“I never thought they’d actually like me.” You continued.

“Didn’t I say that a few good too many times throughout the car ride?”

“You did. But still. Actually seeing that they would like me was something I never thought would happen.”

“I can’t see a reason why they won’t like you if I’m being honest.”

“You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“Touché.”

“Now I’m actually excited for you to meet my Mum too.” You pointed out, heading lifting up to meet his own. “My Mum would love you. She already has an idea of you from Dad but genuinely meeting her in person, I know for a fact that she would love you just as much as I do.” You beamed.

“Will she now?” He smiled, surprised by the sudden shift. “And your Dad?”

“It might take a while for him, but I know he’ll come around. He’s just always been like that growing up.” You shrugged.

“How about we head to your place for the New Years?” He inquired.

With his phone shut off and your own turned off after sending both of your parents a quick text of arriving in your boyfriend’s home safely, he thought it would be a better time as any to finally have clean slate and throw the cat out of the bag.

“Really?”

“Better to rip the bandage off now than when we’re back in the base.” He shrugged, he could only imagine the drills he will be thrown in because of this.

“If you’re not up to it, we could wait a little longer.”

“We agreed that we’d do it after the holidays but since the jig is up because of the two bloke, I think it’s a good time as any. Good to also meet your Mum and siblings while we’re at it.”

The smile on your face grew bigger as you slumped right back to him and peppered his face with kisses as you continually thanked him for dealing with you and for anything that your mind could come up with.

But what you didn’t know was the small little box hidden deep inside his bag and the question that he was about to ask from your father when he meets him—after a good beating if he’s lucky enough to come out alive from.

Part Two: Light of My Life

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arianatwycross · 2 months

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Hi my tumblr name is arianatwycross (this is not my real name but you may call me A or Ari) I'm a pommy that lives in Australia, I have a golden retriever that owns my heart and I'm addicted to cheesy romance novels.

I write mostly Jily but have been known to delve into Romione and am dipping my toe in some wolfstar!

last updated 18.03.24

Jily

Multi-chapters:

The Process of Wanting- University Muggle AU / Jily-microoops March prompts

Headlines - Muggle AU / Popstar James

once upon a dream - WIP Hogwarts AU / Lily has a crush

To send or not to send? - (Two Parts) 2023 April Jily Challenge / Theme: Letters, Notes and Texting

A (not so) bad day - (Two Parts) - Hogwarts idiots in love

We'll be a fine line -WIP a chapter a day for jilytober 2022 / a muggle au

Only for the Summer -WIP Rated E / Muggle Job AU / Friends to Lovers

Beach Reading - Rated T. July 2022 Jily Challenge / Theme: Summer Prompt: “i really, really need this summer job, so please stop distracting me with your wiles/good looks. you’re going to get me fired”

The Art of Fake Dating - WIP written with @vertraymer / For the Mixed Up Writer Fest 2022 / Prompt: Fake dating AU!

Unlearnable - WIP, Rated M. Muggle AU. Angst.

Strawberry Lipstick State of Mind - Rated E. Canon. Seventh Year.

Just a touch - Rated E

Teenage Kicks - Rated E / Celeb AU with minor wolfstar

you are the sun - Rated M (Three-parts) Muggle AU/Secret Relationship

One Shots:

Skinny Dipping Part 1 - a jilymicrofic

Just the two of us - Hogwarts / Forced proximity, Hurt/Comfort

A Sweet Meet Cute - Muggle AU, small town romance

A romance of their own - Jily Valentine Gift Exchange 2023 / Celeb AU

Wet, Cold & Bothered - Rated M / 2022 Jily Challenge December Christmas challenge; prompt: Snowball fights

Muggle Christmas Traditions - Rated G/ 2022 December Christmas Jily Challenge. Prompt: The night before Christmas

The One Where Remus Has no Filter - Rated G. Jily Challenge December Christmas challenge

a year and 22 days - Rated T. Summer of Jily 2022 / lyric: all that I know is you caught me at the right time —"golden hour" (kacey musgraves) Scenario: late evening with friends in the garden

The One Where Petunia Can't Drive - April JilyChallenge / Meet uglies + prompt "i hit you with my car/broom and was the only one to visit you in the hospital"

two fools - Rated T / Feb 2022 Jily Challenge romance theme + prompt " “It’s not like I've thought about kissing you, or anything…”

Shut up & Kiss me - Rated M / December Jily Challenge, Winter theme. Muggle AU

Crush Phase - Rated T. Muggle AU

A Year Later - Rated M / Jily Challenge August 2021 . Muggle AU

consciously unaware - Rated GA / Jilytober 2021 bingo (5 prompts in one). Canon, friends to lovers.

Say my name - Rated M. Canon.

Romione

Multi-chapters:

Backseat Rider - Rated T / Muggle AU

One Shots:

Willow - Rated GA. Written for M.Windsor for the 2021 HP Romione Discord Secret Santa!

It’s better In the front seat… - Rated M (Backseat Rider One shot)

Confessions - Rated E / Canon

Books & Freckles - Rated T

Nobody Compares - Rated T / Muggle AU, professional football player Ron

Wolfstar

Skinny Dipping Part 2 - a wolfstarmicrofic

Teenage Kicks Spinoff coming soon!

#masterpost of fics #jily fanfic #jily #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar #romione #romione fanfic #my fics

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

3 | Three French Hens

Pairing: Nanami Kento x f!Reader

Prompt: It’s cold outside, let me warm you up.

Words: 1k

CW: slow, passionate, making love, vaginal sex

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here? You’ll catch a cold.” Kento asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Building a snowman,” you look up to your husband with a childish grin, doing your best to pack the snow into some semblance of a ball. You’re not doing a great job, it ends up being more of an oblong than round.

Kento chuckles, requesting you start on the next ball, which will end up being the middle section of the snowman, as he works to correct your disastrous bottom portion.

Before long, you’ve got the next two portions made and Kento has finished turning them into the perfect balls, placing one on top of the other. Now that the snowman body has been completed, you dig out several rocks from the landscaping in front of your house where your perfectly trimmed bushes sit.

Bringing them to the snowman, you place three for the buttons down the center, two for the eyes, and several smaller ones you found into a smile for the mouth.

“Mm. We need something for the nose.” You’re chewing on your cheek, thinking about what options you have as Nanami brings over a pinecone, sticking it in the spot the nose should go, making you giggle. “Looks a little silly, but it works I suppose.”

“Come on, I’ll make some tea for us.”

“Mm. I think I’d like some hot chocolate today, actually.”

He gives a loving grin, grabbing your hand, walking you inside the house. The house is a little chilly, so while Kento starts your drinks, you get the fireplace started and lounge on the couch, snuggled under a warm blanket enjoying the view of your Christmas tree in the corner.

The two of you spent last weekend setting it up after he got home from work. You ordered his favorite take out, dimmed the lights, put on some soft music to have in the background as each of you grabbed ornaments and placed them sparingly on the tree.

“Oh! We should grab one of your scarves for the snowman.”

“After we get some warm drinks in us.”

You give him a soft “okay” as he takes his seat next to you, handing the hot cocoa to you. After taking several sips, you place it on the end table next to you, sitting in silence. Enjoying the peace.

That’s one of the many things you love about Kento; how there are no awkward silences between the two of you. If either of you have anything to say, you’ll say it, otherwise, you love just being in each other's presence.

He has his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, behind you. Taking a deep breath, you lay your head against his muscular arm, feeling the heat of the fireplace working its way through your living room.

“What are you thinking about?” Kento asks, placing his own cup on the end table next to him.

You smile before biting your lip turning to look at him, “thinking about last weekend, when we were putting the tree up.”

His own heartfelt smile grows wider, the memories coming back to him as well. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, placing several small, butterfly-like kisses below your ear.

It takes hardly anything at all for Kento’s touch to work its magic, the slightest touch always sends a shiver down your spine straight to your core.

He kisses a few spots along your jaw before turning your head, slotting his lips between your own, tongue swiping along your bottom lip for access - you grant it, you always do.

Before long, you’re on top of him, rocking your hips as he watches you in pure awe. Kento has never leered at you, he’s always appreciated, always looking at you like he truly adores what he sees.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly moves his hands around your body, feeling every inch of exposed skin in his large hands before leaning up, ghosting his lips against your neck, shoulders and chest, his thumbs gently brushing past your hardened nipples. You gasp when he pinches them between his fingers harder than expected and he watches, drinking you in like it’s the first time all over again.

He alternates, between pinching and licking each of your breasts as you continue to leisurely rock your hips against him. There’s no race to finish between you two, rather your time together is used as an expression of love.

It’s beautiful and slow, a sensual slow burning rhythm is formed that’s more than two people heading towards their own individual releases. You speak with your bodies, listening to each other's heart beats and labored breaths each time you take each other in.

Leaning back on one arm, he grabs your hip with the other, helping you move your hips just slightly faster as his gaze trails down to your pussy; butterflies form in your stomach as he drags his knuckle over your abdomen, soaking in the sight of you, encircling your clit.

Your eyes are locked together, half lidded, full of lust and love, but he doesn’t dare break away, even as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, expressions drunk with desire and gratification for one another.

You press your foreheads together, sharing breaths, bodies glistening in sweat, hips flowing and ebbing into one another. You thread your fingers through his soft pale hair, as he thrusts his hips, diving deeper.

Your thighs begin to tremble, and he groans when your pussy clenches around him and he knows you're close, rolling his hips until he’s hitting the spot that has you whimpering into him with each thrust.

“Kento,” you murmur, “I’m s-so close.”

He takes a deep breath, sharpening his movements, “me too, angel.”

The intimate exchange is enough to push you both over the edge, unraveling into each other’s arms, at the same time. The sound of your rapture echoes in your quiet living room as your lips meet one another for slow, passionate kisses as you continue to move your hips into one another, until you’re both ready to go again.

There’s one thing you can’t deny, there’s nobody else you’d rather spend your Holidays with.

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kiwiana-writes · 4 months

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2023 Writing Round Up

Thanks @welcometololaland and @rmd-writes for the tags! It’s been a weird year; there was definitely a point at which I thought I was done with sharing my writing publicly, but here we are 😂

JANUARY

Brain break 😁

FEBRUARY

We knew we were the fortunate ones [The Last of Us; Bill/Frank; rated E; 2,294 words]

First times are both awkward and exciting, apocalypse or no apocalypse.

MARCH

My mind has been expanded [Schitt’s Creek; David/Patrick; rated T; 422 words]

In which the author David finds out their his spouse has never seen Rocky Horror

Got me an appetite, now I can taste it [Schitt’s Creek; David/Patrick; rated E; 3,002 words]

Kink!verse s05e12: chastity cage for @minerforaheartofgold

APRIL-JUNE

Brain break 😁

JULY

We were supposed to find this [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated M; 3,384 words]

The canon-adjacent soulmarks fic

Honey lips and words so true [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,580 words]

A smutty little prompt fill for @rmd-writes

All the city lights on the water [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 500 words]

A series of NYE drabbles as a prompt fill for @hullomoon

Before this all goes grey [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 455 words]

A painfully soft Paris morning prompt fill for @stereopticons

Looking like our bodies might fuse [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 637 words]

Post-canon paparazzi feelings prompt fill for @hullomoon

Just come along, baby, take my hand [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,335 words]

The ‘Alex and Henry watch Netflix’s How to Build a Sex Room’ fic @celeritas2997 made me write

Feel your hands in my hair and you whisper my name [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,508 words]

The barbershop meet-horny for @celeritas2997

AUGUST

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 65,586 words]

Actor AU, Alex and Henry performing in a queer reimagining of Much Ado About Nothing

SEPTEMBER

Bukkake Breaky Heart [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,532 words]

Alex has a fantasy. Henry makes it happen.

Empty your heart of its mortal dream [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated G; 3,641 words]

Alex steps inside a fairy circle and Fey Prince Henry appears

The star to every wandering bark [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 3,895 words]

A 5+1 coda set during the epilogue of With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest)

I don’t know if I should go with XX Pro or Valencia [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 2,854 words]

Henry sends a thirst trap to his ex… or does he?

OCTOBER

Kinktober 2023 [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 6,200 words]

31 days, 31 kinky double drabbles

I’ve carried this song in my mind [RWRB; Arthur&Henry, Alex/Henry; rated T; 2,529 words]

Five times Arthur tries to get Alex and Henry together from beyond the grave, and one time two times his intervention isn’t needed.

Handprints in wet cement [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,421 words]

Five things Henry learned during his Oxford Slut Phase that he shared with Alex, and one thing they learned together.

NOVEMBER

Puck It [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 9,739 words]

College AU, Alex as a NCAA division I, NHL-drafted hockey player

Kinda think that I might be his type [RWRB; Alex/Henry, Alex&Bea; rated E; 12,864 words]

Alex agrees to be his friend's fake boyfriend for a weekend. He is not prepared for his friend's brother.

A Practical Arrangement [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; WIP 1/3 chapters, 6,136 words published, to be finished before the end of the year]

An anachronism stew, royalty-arranged-marriage AU

DECEMBER

All Those Christmas Clichés [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated M; WIP 16/25 chapters, 4,800 words published]

Daily triple drabbles: snapshots of the lead-up to Christmas 2023.

Puck It Real Good [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,793 words]

A smutty interlude set during Puck It

Tagging @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @myheartalivewrites @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

#2023 writing round up #kiwiana-writes

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') 💗 So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.

I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added 😂), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!

Also, I know in the past that people were interested in me dropping in for a Q & A type thing on Discord or Twitter Spaces to talk about Pink Scarf...is this something y'all are interested in still? (If not, totally okay!) Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something you'd want!

I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! 💜

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I know I'm terribly slow at getting to them but I love every single one!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)

Graceland, New Year’s Eve, 1969

The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.

For you, it’s been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year you’d be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.

A whirlwind, to say the least.

Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.

Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house.

But damn it if he doesn’t even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it “that lean and hungry look,” and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know he’s about to eat you alive, party be damned.

And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joe’s smirk before being whisked away.

“Elvis!” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, “We have guests!” You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.

He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know what’s coming.

He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then he’s slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.

Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you can’t help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.

He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. He’s already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesn’t say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.

That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how he’s going to take you: quick and dirty.

“You better be quiet, lil’ mama, or ev’ryone’s gonna know I’m fuckin’ ya senseless,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.

You think you might come apart already, and he’s barely touched you.

His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.

Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. He’s so worked up already, he doesn’t tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.

This doesn’t last long, though. He’s too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you love—you can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.

You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then he’s filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.

He can’t stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. He’s impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way he’s filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.

Neither of you are going to last long. It’s evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when he’s stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than you’d had in over a decade of marriage.

You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. “Sorry about your panties, baby,” he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, “At the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.”

Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you can’t stay there long, not with a house full of people.

The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. It’s not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that you’ve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.

As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.

Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.

“I was gonna wait ‘til midnight and make it a big thing, but I just can’t,” he drawls behind you.

“Wait for what?” you ask quizzically, turning around.

You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. You’re afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.

“You make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I can’t imagine tryin’ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if we’re honest, it’s been a long time comin’, and I-I-I know you’re still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, I’ll be your wife!

But another part is filled with latent fear—fear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasn’t really interested in marriage, and you can’t help but think of that in this moment, as much as you don’t want to.

“Elvis,” you manage to breathe, “I thought…I thought you said you weren’t the ‘marrying kind’? That you didn’t want to be tied down? Are you…are you sure?”

You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. “I-I said that cuz I didn’t think I could ever have you. I knew I couldn’t marry anyone else, wouldn’t be right. You’re the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-I…you’re my soulmate, y/n. It’s only ever been you, honey,” he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.

A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves you—he tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didn’t realize he’d put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.

As much as it scares you, you know it’s true. He’s right. This inexplicable pull that’s been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that you’re finally in sync, everything just works.

You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existed—in the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.

The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that it’s too soon, that you’ll lose yourself all over again.

Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. “The wedding part doesn’t hafta be right away…I know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re comfortable, I’ll be here,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. “Let me be your everything?” you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.

Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesn’t think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. “Yes, everything,” he says back.

“Then yes, yes, I will be your wife,” you laugh, through more happy tears.

“Yes?” he asks joyfully, just to be sure.

“Yes!” you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.

His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.

And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.

Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. “Are you happy, baby?” he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.

A moment of déjà vu hits you. He’s asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.

All he’s ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.

You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. “Oh, I’m more than happy, my love,” you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost don’t believe it. Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.

“Are you happy?” you ask as you nuzzle his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,” he drawls, grabbing your ass. “I’ll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know you’re mine.” He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.

You laugh. “Well, I don’t think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,” you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.

“I love you,” Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, kissing him again. “Now let’s go tell everyone how I’m gonna make an honest man out of you.”

He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.

And it will do so for the rest of your days.

*THE END*

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Prompt Request

Hello, my fellow Pitch Perfect/BeChloe lovers! I have a prompt request and am seeking your help with it.

Since just after Christmas, I’ve been going through something and didn’t have the energy to write or do much of anything else (depression with a side of anxiety sucks!). During that time, I had to deal with my mother and a beloved aunt passing away (there was a bunch of anxiousness involved with both, but that’s a story for another time). To help myself through the bad days, I got back to moving my earlier fics from FFN over to AO3. While doing so, I re-read each one and realized that as much fun as a multi-chapter fic was to write, I got the most joy from writing one-shots. There was something about telling an entire story in 2500 words (sometimes more) that I have been missing, so I’ve decided to do another challenge that will, once again, give me the joy writing had given me in the past (at least I hope it will).

After reading my A to Z BeChloe series, I’ve decided to do another series and am calling it the ABCs of BeChloe. It will be 26 one-shots where the titles will be a letter of the alphabet, going in order from A to B to C, etc. Here’s where you come in if you’re so inclined. Send me a letter prompt (it could be one word, a saying, a song, whatever), and I will write a BeChloe one-shot. It will definitely be BeChloe-centric, with a side of the Bellas and/or Staubrey, with whatever comes to mind once I see the prompt.

So, respond with a comment here, go to my ask box, or message me with your prompt, and I’ll do the rest. It will probably be a while before I start posting anything since I’m doing them alphabetically. I have a few ideas already, but I am looking forward to whatever prompts/ideas you come up with.

Thank you for your time and support. I appreciate and love you, awesome nerds!

~~ BeChloeIsLegit ~~

PS—There will be some angst, fluff, BeChloe children, etc., but no smut; I’m just not feeling it.

#bechloe #my ask box is open #bechloeislegit

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✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela

Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful

💕💜💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕

January

Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet

Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels

February

This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛

March

Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec

No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually

It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉

April

Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!

The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes

Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party

May

Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy

Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective

July

Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. 🐝

August

Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆

Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.

September

The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.

October

The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur

November

100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge

Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words

In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems

Nov/Dec

The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride

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#buddie #eddie diaz #911 fox #spotty scribbles #2023 fics #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 spoilers #911 fic #911fic #911 on fox #evan buckley

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🥂Enchanted AU: Part 35🥂

SO sorry for the delay guys. Yesterday....was a lot. Between the bombshell Lewis -> Ferrari news and a literal dental emergency. I completely forgot that it was Thursday. But here we are; the final chapter of the Christmas arc of Enchanted AU. Thank you to everyone who stuck with it, whose been here and enjoying these idiots while they figure out their way together! I'll be taking a break on this au for a little, probably post small ficlets, but I currently do not have like a plot to warrant regular uploads. I may answer prompts (so don't hesitate to send them) and I do have a small list of suggestions previously requested in comments so those could be the random ficlet/prompt/ideas. Anyway, enough of me rambling! Here is the final chapter, the epilogue if you will

Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 35

When they got home, Grace and Michelle were still up, chatting on the phone. Daniel barrelled in and dove into Grace’s arms excitedly. Max closed the door behind them, sedately putting away his keys while Daniel spoke a mile a minute. He stooped to the ground to pet Jimmy’s back.

“Looklook look!” Daniel urged, pushing his arm under his mother’s attention. Daniel preened as Grace marvelled at the once more moving, flushed ink. They were all still moving sluggishly, as if waking from a long nap.

Daniel smiled at the thought of what exactly brought them back, how it was Max’s kisses and confessions of love that returned Daniel back to normal. Max loved him as he was, Max thought Daniel was normal as he was.

Daniel felt a warmth in his body that he truly couldn’t explain. He could cry with just how full of emotion he was. Max was perfect, truly he was.

Grace hugged Daniel closely, pulling him from his sappy thoughts about Max and how amazing he was and their future. Daniel let his mother fuss over him, she cupped his cheeks and examined him over. He basked in the warmth of her own brand of magic.

Daniel began humming, a tuneless tune that made him feel giddy. He felt like he was going to vibrate out of his body with how joyous he was.

Max grinned from his place in the loveseat, he felt like he hadn’t heard Daniel humming or singing in forever. He hadn’t realized how bereft he felt without it. It made him feel good that he was the reason. Granted, he was also the reason the singing went away– but Max didn’t become a three times world champion by focusing on the negatives.

Jimmy relaxed further in Max’s arms, it was a slow process– not at all the instantaneous puddle that they were used to. But it was a clear sign that Daniel’s magic was returning. It was like turning on a pipe, the water pressure slowly increasing. Sassy padded into Daniel’s lap from Michelle’s where she seemed to have been politely waiting her turn.

“Oh Sassy baby.” Daniel cooed, clutching her into the circle of his arms. She chirped at him and his brow furrowed. She meowed again and Daniel frowned. “Oh Sass, I still can’t hear you.” His voice was sad, disappointed.

“Maybe it just needs a bit of time, Baby?” Grace, with her infinite wisdom, said. “Everything else seems to be happening at a slower pace as well, why not this?”

Daniel considered it while he nuzzled his face into Sassy’s fur, it made sense. His curse had been pretty powerful, he supposed, and he’d been asleep while it had taken effect. So he couldn’t expect that everything would just happen immediately. He probably would have passed out or had a migraine if it did.

“You’re probably right.” Daniel admitted, “I’m sorry Sassy, it’s gonna take a little more time.” He cupped Sassy’s little cat face and kissed her brow in apology. In return she reached up and bumped his cheek with her nose.

Daniel felt a soothing warmth in his chest, it resembled how he feels when his mother or grandmother hugs him. He could only describe it as a deep love and affection. And it felt like it was coming from Sassy.

“Oh…” Daniel gasped, his eyes widened as he continued to stare at Sassy’s sweet face. “I love you too my Sassy.” Daniel whispered, and it was like a dam released.

Daniel’s eyes snapped to everyone who seemed to have developed some sort of aura or glow. He blinked a few times at the soft blues that surrounded his mother and sister. It reminded him of the sky back home.

Max had a lovely soft green glow that reminded Daniel of the trees in the forest.

Daniel clambered off of his mother’s lap, Sassy snugly in his grasp, and he padded over to Max and Jimmy. He squinted his eyes and poked at Max’s cheek, Max chuckled and swatted at his fingers.

“Danny?” Michelle asked, she raised a brow at his questionable behaviour. She was used to his different levels of quirkiness, but this was new.

Daniel’s eyes snapped to Michelle, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry! I’m not quite sure how to explain it?” He scratched his cheek. “Like, I think I’m seeing auras now?”

“What do you mean?” Grace’s face got rightfully confused. Daniel tried to explain it as best he could, with large one handed gesticulations.”

“And this happened after Sassy kissed you?” Michelle asked and Daniel nodded excitedly. He lifted his arms and kissed Sassy on her forehead again.

“Well that makes sense, of course Sassy is also your true love.” Max said matter of factly. It was that simple, he had seen first hand how close the two were. Jimmy made a noise in Max’s arms, he reached up, bracing on Max’s shoulder to try to get to Daniel.

“Oh Jimmy! Of course I love you too, pookie!” Daniel cooed and kissed Jimmy’s forehead, grinning widely when he kissed back.

There was a pop of pressure releasing, not unlike the feeling of entering higher altitude.

Daniel had never truly realized how loud it had been before. Not until he only had his own thoughts for a few days. Now his head felt full, like stepping into a crowd. It was something he had been used to for all his life, the noise. He never truly thought about it until now.

But he was happy it was back. It covered him like a hug from an old friend.

Daniel beamed. He was back to normal. His normal. He never wanted it to change ever again. Pulling the cats closer, he hummed into their fur, cuddling while they purred and chirped happily. He couldn’t recall feeling so full of love before, this was way different than he ever expected.

He swayed where he stood, looking over at Max to find him already staring. Yeah, this feeling was different. And so much better.

#ahh I love this story so much #enchanted au #enchanted au: christmas #maxiel #max/daniel #disney princess dan

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (23)

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At the Table-Meadowlark27 (ao3) Summary: Having been his best friend for four years, Katniss is used to Peeta worrying about her. Once she starts bunking with him after a violent breakup, however, things start getting out of hand.

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Holiday Hookup-muttpeeta (tumblr) Summary: Turns out that random hookup from the club last weekend is the son of my mother's childhood friend, and they're both spending Christmas with us. Part 2, Part 3

Of Dive Bars and Denial-Meadowlark27 (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are "just friends." Friends who know each other better than anyone else. Friends who taught each other how to kiss. Friends who have been sleeping together since high school. Now juniors in college, Katniss experiences something new: Her first relationship that might actually go somewhere. Where does that leave her and her "just friend"?

Thanksgiving- Housemate!Everlark style-reachingforaspark (tumblr) Summary: Housemates Peeta and Katniss navigate the holiday season, specifically Thanksgiving (other chapters as well found here)

What we do in the night-goldspaypaint (ao3) Summary: A collection of night time activities that Katniss and Peeta share. Chapter 1: On the train Chapter 2: The night before the interviews Chapter 3: After the first time they talk in 13 Chapter 4: After the lunch scene in 13 Chapter 5: After Katniss see Peeta training Chapter 6: The night Peeta joins the star squad Chapter 7: In Tigris basement Chapter 8: Reconnection in 12

What You Wish For-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: College is your chance to reinvent yourself, to take chances and to try new things. But eventually, you always have to go home.

Witch-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Evil sometimes comes in a righteous forms but it can't hide from a witch's wrath. An Everlark story inspired by the Salem Witch trials. Prompts in Panem, Day Two: Marigold "Cruelty"

you really got a hold on me-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: After the death of Leeg 2 in battle, instead of sending a replacement soldier to Squad 451, the Mockingjay is sent home. Hijacked!Peeta, Mockingjay-au

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The Enemy

I would make you the enemy if I could

Summary: In order to kill his most hated enemy, Azriel has to kidnap Graysen Nolan's fiance.

Should be easy, right?

Chapter 1/5: How You Get The Girl | Read on AO3

For @elainweekofficial- I am not following the prompts (as no prompts can contain me)

Azriel Moreno was going to kill Graysen Nolan.

He’d known he would for years, the impulse tempered by his brother—and boss—Rhysand. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. It would have been so much easier to kill him back when Nolan was nothing more than the city prosecutor. He ran afoul of criminals like Azriel all day. Any one of them would have liked to see his blood stain the pavement.

Rhys thought Nolan might be of use to them someday. After all, he’d been all too happy to take Rhys’s cash as a campaign donation in his race for state senator. And for all his talk about being tough on crime, Nolan never seemed to mind the way his corporate buddies polluted the air and soil in the name of shareholder profits. He didn’t bind busting up unions the way Cassian busted up knees, and if layoffs happened at Christmas so top execs could take home a bigger bonus? Well, that was just business.

And when Nolan peddled his conspiracy theories in order to crush his opponents, when he resorted to fear mongering attacks that caused a local high school to be temporarily shut down, Rhys had done nothing. He played local politics when it suited him, and Nolan had risen far higher than Rhys cared to police.

All of it might have been forgivable if Nolan hadn’t turned his attention to the city that had raised him and decided to bite the hand that fed him. He wanted to be tough on crime. He wanted to round up the gangs, the old families, the casinos, the brothels, the drugs. He struck—but it was clumsy. The police were thoroughly bought and the local politicians far too afraid of Rhysand to truly try and come for him. Nolan knew it, after weeks of leaning hard and seeing no results, he’d sent in state police.

And arrested Rhysand’s mother, sister and Azriel’s mother, and Rhysand’s. It had been humiliating, for the women, their faces splashed all over the front page of the papers. They’d made national news, though Rhys had managed, in the end, to spin it as more political ineptitude. Rhys had released five years of his taxes and gone on more than one podcast, schmoozing and lamenting his fathers legacy. As if Rhys wasn’t the master at straddling both worlds.

But Azriel’s mother was little more than a housekeeper and the aftermath of the attention had put her in the hospital. The stress had strained her heart, had left her exhausted and depressed. As if Azriel’s father hadn’t done enough damage to his mother—now a greasy politician with too straight teeth was trying to kill her.

Azriel wanted retribution. Striding through the halls of Rhysand’s elegant, sprawling home, he found his brother lounging in a high backed leather chair, pensive look on his face. Violet eyes found his when Azriel quietly closed the door behind him.

“How is your mother?”

Azriel’s fists clenched. “She’s been better.”

Rhys nodded, rage flitting over his face before it smoothed out. Family was important to all of them. “I could send a caretaker.”

“She’d never accept,” Azriel replied. He’d been trying to give her money for years. She was too proud, both of him and her own circumstances. His father had been in the Moreno family, one of Antonio’s inner circle. She’d been a housekeeper—and Azriel a bastard. She was proud to have escaped the worst of his father’s cruelty, for raising Azriel as a single mother despite his fathers wealth. And she was proud Azriel had taken his father’s place when the man died.

Sometimes Azriel wondered if she’d be proud if she knew it had been him who had killed him, in the end.

Rhys nodded, sighing heavily. “Something has to be done or he’ll try again.”

“Let me kill him.”

Rhys shook his head. “Too messy. We need something a little more subtle. A warning of what could happen if he tries again.”

Rhys reached for a plain manilla folder on his elegant mahogany desk. He slid to the end, prompting Azriel to step forward. Ignoring the cases of books, the sitting area where they occasionally smoked and drank, and the opposing leather chairs he might have sat in, Azriel reached for it.

“He proposed,” Rhys said, as Azriel flipped open the folder. How Rhys had amassed so much information on Nolan’s personal life was a mystery. Azriel flipped through photo after photo of a very public proposal to a woman just as immaculate and put together as Nolan was. She was, if Azriel was honest, absurdly beautiful. Untouchable, in her designer heels and her perfectly styled, golden brown hair.

She grinned, red lips stretched over straight teeth. Azriel thought her fawn brown eyes seemed tight, though he might have been projecting his own hatred onto whoever this woman was. She’d clearly said yes, and in the next photograph, while Graysen held her against his body, his new fiance held her hand out behind him, examining that massive diamond with an unreadable expression.

“You want me to kill his wife?”

Azriel didn’t hurt women.

Rhys scoffed. “Kidnap. Hold her up in the mountains for a week, maybe two. Long enough for Graysen to see what I might do if he comes for my family again.”

Azriel flipped shut the file, tossing it back to Rhys’s neatly organized desk. Paper and pictures slipped from inside, spread around them both.

“Ask Cass. I’m not a babysitter.”

“Her name is Elain Archeron,” Rhys said, ignoring Azriel’s protests. He recognized that name. Archeron was the name of some oil magnate—or was it shipping? Either way, Archeron was an old money name, the way Vanserra was. “She’s his middle daughter—some say his favorite daughter. I wonder how Archeron would feel knowing his soon-to-be son-in-law got his daughter roped into our bullshit. Or any of his daughters, really.”

Azriel stared flatly. “What are you playing at?”

“Cassian can’t deal with Nolan’s bride because he’s too busy with the eldest sister. She’s a big time lawyer…loves her sisters. I heard she’d do anything for them.”

Azriel looked up at the ceiling, sighing loudly. “You think kidnapping Elain will turn the family against Nolan?”

“I think Archeron has a lot more political capital than Nolan does, and pulls a lot of purse strings. Charisma doesn’t win elections—money does. Nolan needs a war chest if he’s going to win his reelection campaign, and I’m not stupid enough to imagine courting and marrying an Archeron doesn’t help him with that.”

“I don’t give a fuck about his political career—”

“You can’t kill a Senator, Az. You can kill a private citizen,” Rhys replied, holding Azriel’s gaze. “Two weeks with a dormouse. You’ve done worse.”

“He’d been tortured for longer than that. Azriel’s eyes slid to the picture on Rhys’s desk. His brother was right. This would be easy. He doubted he’d have to even tie her up after the first day or so. She’d do whatever he told her, too scared to argue or fight back.

“Stock up that cabin if I can’t leave,” he finally grumbled. “Weapons, food, clothes. Whatever she’s gonna fucking need to an extended stay. I’m not going to fuss over a princess.”

“Can you get her?”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “The day I can’t kidnap a society girl is the day you put a bullet between my eyes.”

ELAIN:

Elain stared at her phone with trembling hands. In front of her, Gray was talking with a group of her father’s friends, his megawatt smile on full display. He didn’t notice the way she’d gone silent, how she was no longer at this side, touching his shoulder and making all those men jealous.

I know you don’t know me, but I thought you should know what Graysen has been doing and saying when you’re not around. I’m really sorry. I just think you deserve better. You seem really nice…and I’m sorry that I helped to hurt you. If you have any questions, you can call me or text me. I swear I didn’t know who he was.

Picture after picture of Graysen and a very beautiful, very young, very blonde woman grinned. Selfies of them kissing, of texts where he swore he missed her, that he loved her—wanted to be with her. Elain wanted to scream. She hadn’t wanted to date Graysen in the first place. Right out of college, Elain wanted to travel. She wanted to see the world, to explore and do something besides get married.

Her father had pleaded with her. Meet him once. He’s a fine young man.

As if such a thing existed. Was she even in love with him? When she’d felt that thread of cold dread as he’d sunk to one knee and put the ring on her finger? She thought she was, even if she wasn’t ready for marriage. She’d told herself she’d get there. That this was merely the cold feet everyone spoke of.

Elain slid her phone into her pocket. Walking to Graysen, she slid a hand up his shoulder. This was not the place for an embarrassing spectacle. She’d confront him in private, after she had a chance to think about what she wanted to say and what she wanted to do.

But Elain knew there was no way in hell she’d marry him. She wasn’t going to live her life as a cliche, the wife who endured her husband’s infidelity with a smile. Elain sure as shit wasn’t going to one day stand behind him in a Chanel skirt, eyes pinned to the floor while her husband apologized to the nation. She’d end things quietly before campaigning even began. Tell everyone they’d parted ways amicably, that she wished him no ill will, even if that was a lie.

“Hey,” she murmured into his ear, revolted by how he turned. How he wrapped a hand around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he said, earning appreciative chuckles from the men in the room. Elain’s skin crawled, though she plastered a pretty smile on her face.

What else do you like, Gray?

“I don’t feel well. I think I need to lay down,” she said, praying he didn’t override her and demand she stay. The day would drag into the night, brunch becoming dinner, becoming drinks and then smoking out on the terrace.

People meandered about Grayson's home, peering at his expensive art he didn’t understand and his curated furniture with appreciation. It looked as if he had style, had taste.

What he had was her fathers money and a designer who had put together every single thing in his home. Elain hated the Nolan residence, of which she would one day be expected to preside over. Graysen couldn’t even select his own silverware, let alone a chair.

“Are you sure?” he asked, though perhaps he cared less than she’d imagined. “I’ll miss you…”

She wanted to slap him.

“I know,” she said with a believable sigh. “Maybe if I take a nap I’ll feel better.”

“Upstairs?”

In the bed you’ve probably fucked a hundred other women in?

Elain couldn’t hide the tightness in her eyes. “At home.”

That irritated him. They were surrounded by far too many people for him to truly protest. To cut her down with his words, wielded as effectively as any blade. Elain’s body tightened on instinct as adrenaline raced through her. Graysen’s brown eyes promised a fight.

Elain had never once won a fight with her fiance. He was so good at turning things around on her. At cutting her down to ribbons, making her feel small and worthless and stupid.

“Whatever you need, darling.”

She forced herself to kiss his cheek. Nothing was wrong, nothing amiss. Two people desperately in love and nothing more. Only then was Elain allowed to slip from his grasp and make her way to the door, her heels clipping evenly over the hardwood. He’d be watching as long as could, suspicious as to why she couldn’t get in his bed, where he could keep his eyes on her. He’d been arguing with her for weeks to move into his home with him and Elain hadn’t understood back then why she kept resisting.

She’d need to move out eventually.

Now she was grateful she’d listened to her intuition.

Elain didn’t think she took a breath until she was out in the gloomy, spring weather. Rain threatened overhead, filling the air with a warm, wet scent she’d always enjoyed. Elain exhaled roughly, turning to look at the white door of Graysen’s house. He lived in one of the old, historic neighborhoods in the city, gated from the rest as if he could somehow block everything out.

Elain wasn’t far, to be fair, though in heels it might have been several hundred miles. She hated the tall, black stilettos he demanded she wear, just as much as she hated how he forced her to straighten out her hair, how he wanted her in muted blues and whites. Elain had never forgotten the way he’d screamed at her over a revealed collarbone, or how he thought anything showing above her knees would be cause for a scandal.

No more strappy sundresses. No cute shorts, no unmade faces where the freckles that dotted her nose were visible. No curled hair—nothing that she liked about herself. Only the doll he liked to dress up and drag from place to place to place.

Look at beautiful Elain. Don’t you wish you could touch her, too?

Elain shook out her hands in anger as she walked, her mind racing. She needed to break things off. Somewhere public, somewhere her sisters could intervene. She could block Graysen and make a public statement about the whole thing on Instagram, forcing him to acknowledge it. To leave her alone before he looked insane.

Elain was all but bouncing when she arrived home. Pulling open the vibrant cobalt door, painted by her own hands two years earlier, Elain visibly relaxed when her own decor came into view. Twining plants curtained the windows of her townhouse, creeping toward sunlight and glass. Rose and cream furniture was set against pink walls decorated with a mix of Elain’s personal style and her sister Feyre’s art.

Elain ignored her growling stomach for the stairs, taking them two at a time once she’d kicked off those awful shoes. She wanted a bath, wanted soft, loose pajamas and then as much food as she could put in front of her while she binged watched television. Elain was in such a good mood that when she pushed open her bedroom door, the sight of an interloper didn't immediately ruin it.

Graysen had sent people to watch her before. They usually waited outside, but maybe Graysen had called the minute she stepped out the door in an effort to punish her. Gripping the doorframe, Elain sized that man up. He…wasn’t the usual type. Shadows seemed to slide over the sharp, elegant planes of his face. Hazel eyes more brown than green watched her with a predator's focus while his blue black hair all but gobbled up the light. He was tall, broad and muscular, like he’d been carved from marble rather than flesh. He was beautiful—all full lips and warm, brown skin covered in black ink. Only his hands, which were deeply scared, were untouched by the tattoos covering him. His hands and his beautiful, cold face.

“Gray sent you?” she asked with a sigh, stepping into the room. He tracked her movements without smiling, which put her at ease. If he thought to hurt her, she expected him to smile, to leer, to do anything but stand so strangely out of place among the soft, feminine space.

“You can wait in the living room,” Elain added, annoyed by the whole thing.

“And if I won’t?” he asked with a voice as deep and velvet as midnight. She whipped her head around to look at him.

“Are you planning to watch me bathe?” she snapped, heart racing. His brows pulled together, and it was clear things were not going how he’d imagined. “Get out.”

Elain pulled her phone from her pocket, heart racing. She hated Graysen for this, for putting that diamond studded leash around her neck and calling it love. Or safety. Or whatever this was supposed to be. She was going to call him and demand she call his dog off.

The man standing on her braided cream rug strode toward her, knocking her phone from her hand before she could do more than open the screen. He reached into the pockets of his jeans, chest heaving beneath his short sleeved, black shirt.

He pulled out a rag.

Elain understood, then, that this man had not sent by Graysen. He reached for her, strong arms gripping her around the chest as she flailed. Elain managed to graze her teeth over his forearm, sinking her teeth viciously into his flesh until she tasted blood.

“Fuck!” he swore, dropping her before he managed to get his rag over her face. Elain scrambled, racing for the hall, her pursuer just behind. He caught her just at the top of the stairs, though the weight of his solid, heavy body sent them both tumbling viciously to the bottom.

He managed to pin her to her back, thighs tight around her waist, both wrists pinned beneath one overly large hand.

She took a deep breath to scream and he grinned, savage in his beauty. It was a strange, hysterical last thought, because he brought that rag over her face roughly, holding it to her nose even as she struggled. The harder Elain fought, the more her lungs burned, until she had to draw breath.

And then another, panting in the overwhelming chemical coated against the cloth. Her head swam, vision blurring. The last thing Elain saw, before the darkness fully took her, were two eyes, more brown than green, staring down at her without emotion.

She was going to die.

AZRIEL:

“She fucking bit me,” Azriel snapped into the phone, sitting in his car just outside the cabin in the Illyrian Mountains. “Stop fucking laughing, Cassian.”Rhys was laughing too which only rankled him further. He had the passed out woman in his trunk, which in retrospect was unnecessary. It made him feel better, though. After all, she’d strolled right into that bedroom like it wasn’t unusual to see a stranger standing in her personal space.

What the fuck was going on with her and Nolan?

“You have her, though?” Rhys confirmed. “Did you ah…clean up the blood?”

“Fuck you,” Azriel deadpanned. Though he had made sure to clean everything up before hoisting her over his shoulder and dumping her in his trunk. The politician’s princess had teeth.

Had claws.

Azriel was willing to bet she’d beg, too.

“Two weeks, Az,” Rhys offered, his tone conciliatory. “I’ll reach out to Nolan tomorrow. Let them both stew a little.”

There was a pause, and then— “Don’t hurt her.”

Azriel tried not to be offended. “You got it.”

Once Azriel was freed of his brothers, he allowed himself one moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath of dry mountain air. Elain Archeron was just a woman. A beautiful, angry woman who would want to get home to her ugly, stupid fiance. If she were a difficult captive, he would have planned to tie her to the radiator in the basement.

She wasn’t, and Azriel anticipated he could tie her to the bed that first night, if only to scare her, and then allow her some freedom. Nothing opened from the inside without a key, including the windows. He’d lock her in the bedroom so he didn’t have to babysit her when she needed to pee and spend two weeks stuffing his face with snacks and watching television.

Better than anything else he would have done, at any rate. The thought was enough to motivate him to get out of the car, to grab his bag from the backseat, and then a drowsy Elain in the trunk.

“Bastard,” she slurred, trying so hard to keep her eyes open.

Azriel slung her over his shoulders. “Am I so obvious, baby?” She groaned before falling limp again. She smelled like jasmine and honey and he hated that he noticed that. Azriel was grateful for the dim cabin and the scent of cedar and pine that drowned out Graysen’s wife. She didn’t stir again as he took her to the main bedroom, deciding he’d sleep on the couch just in case she tried to make a break for the door at some point.

She didn’t fight him when he bound her arms to the headboard. He gave himself permission to look at her, dressed in an ugly, too tight, too beige dress. Still beautiful, despite it—tied to a bed, which might have been a fantasy of his had she not been so slick and perfect.

He left her, slamming the door behind him in favor of bandaging up his forearm and seeing what Rhys had left him in the fridge. Azriel was a dogshit cook and there was no way to order anything up the perilous mountain road. Rhys had stocked actual cooking ingredients—meats and vegetables and fruits—along with ramen noodles, chips, and other things Azriel could sustain himself on without ever dirtying a pot. So long as he had a microwave, he was golden.

Pulling open a bag of pickle chips, Azriel padded to the open living room and the leather couch just calling his name. He still remembered the first time he’d come up here as a boy, nervous on one of his fathers weekends. Rhys had been there, sprawled over that couch like a spoiled prince.

Want to play Super Smash Brothers?

Azriel had no idea what that was back then. He knew now. Maybe, if Rhys had never introduced him to it, he wouldn’t be so viciously competitive. Azriel had hated losing and, after begging his mother for both the system and the game, knowing full well she had to work so much over time in order to provide it for him, Azriel had spent day and night practicing.

The next time he and Rhys played, Azriel had wiped the floor with him.

They’d been friends ever since.

Turning on the television, Azriel flipped aimlessly, looking for something that interested him. He had the sense a basketball game was coming on, and swore he meant to watch the pregame show. Instead, he found one of his mothers soaps a few channels in and though he hadn’t got caught watching just behind her worn, floral sofa in a long time, Azriel was immediately sucked in, losing himself in the familiar spanish his mother still spoke when it was just the two of them and the characters that were still up to no good nearly three decades later.

He’d forgotten what he was supposed to be doing until he heard Elain scream. He jumped, sending chips flying in the air.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grumbled, swinging his legs back to the floor. She could have woken the fucking dead with a set of lungs like that. Azriel let himself be loud, stomping toward her bedroom in hopes she’d settle the fuck down.

If anything, Elain only got louder.

Azriel pushed the wood door open, revealing a twisting, thrashing Elain against red and black plaid bedspread. “You’re going to give yourself a rope burn if you don’t knock it off,” he said dryly, bracing his body against the frame.

She turned to look at him, brown eyes flooded with tears. Predictable, the thought. “Let me go!” she ordered in the bossiest tone he’d ever heard.

Azriel ran his tongue over his teeth, pretending to consider. “No, I don’t think I will.” Her eyes ran up his body, appraising him as she plotted her next words. “Are you going to kill me?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Azriel could practically feel his mothers disapproval as he prepared to taunt her. He needed to silence that voice in his head, needed to be cold and cruel if only to keep this woman in line. “That depends on you, princess.”

“This is because of Gray, isn’t it?” she whispered, her voice breaking when she said her fiance’s name. “He’s mad and now he’s punishing me.”

Azriel blinked. “I—what?”

Elain turned her head, as if she couldn’t stand to look at him. Azriel had a million questions, all of them swallowed as Elain began to weep mascara tears into the black cased pillow. “I’ll behave,” she managed, gulping down a breath of air. “Tell him I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” The word was more accusatory than he meant. She was trembling and obviously trying so hard to stop her breathless sobs.

“For leaving,” she hiccuped, her eyes smudged and swollen.

“Oh for fucks sake,” he snapped. “I—” He didn’t even know where to begin. How had he become the good guy? In his entire life, never had Azriel ever been anyone's hero, their rescuer from someone far worse. No one was worse than him.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said, pushing off the doorframe to stalk into the room. She cringed away from him which he found suddenly intolerable. “And Nolan didn’t send me to punish you. You’re here to punish him.”

“Punish him?” she whispered, blinking another fat tear over her make-up coated face. Azriel swore he saw a dusting of freckles just beneath, worn away from her fear and stress. Those, he thought, were pretty.

“Your husband is a bastard,” Azriel hissed, waiting for more sobs, more protests.

Her tears were drying. “You took me away from Graysen?” she repeated, pressing her knees together as he came to the edge of the king sized bed. “To teach him a lesson?”

Azriel hesitated for the first time in years. “Yes.” There was a beat. “Oh,” Elain breathed, which answered none of Azriel’s questions. She dared to look up at him again, her brown eyes flecked with gold. “Will you untie me?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I won’t—” she sucked in a breath of air, her chest slowing as she calmed. “I won’t try and run.”

“They all say that,” he replied, though he was reaching for his back pocket and the blade he had concealed.

“I swear,” she said, blinking big eyes up at him. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

He bit his tongue, swallowing every lewd response that rose into his throat. “If you try to escape, I’ll tie you to a pipe in the basement for the next two weeks. Naked,” he added for good measure.

Elain nodded solemnly. Azriel cut the bindings he’d tied not even a few hours before, his effort wasted. She sighed, sitting herself up to rub the bruised, welted skin.

“Are you going to kill Graysen?” she asked him, not daring to look up at him as she asked.

“Would you like me to?” he replied, wondering if he’d honor her request if she asked. Elain shook her head back and forth, nose wrinkled with distaste.

“Is this for money, then?”

“This is a warning,” Azriel said, letting the hatred he felt seep into his voice. “Next time I won’t be so nice to his pretty little princess.”

Elain’s mouth flattened. “I’m not his princess.”

Azriel turned his back to her. “We’ll see.”

ELAIN:

Kidnapped.

Stepping out of the steam from her shower, Elain had to stamp down how giddy she felt. Kidnapped—by who, she didn’t know, and why, she didn’t truly understand. That dark haired man had said two weeks. Two weeks for Graysen to stew and Elain to work out how she was going to continue to stay gone once she returned to her normal life.

Wiping the mirror, Elain looked at her bare face for what felt like the first time in ages. There was no looming twelve step skin care routine she needed to adhere to, no mascara to coat over her lashes so Graysen would think she was naturally like that. Who cared if the terrifying man with the knife thought she was pretty? Elain didn’t. She ran a brush through her hair and slipped on a pair of swishy pajama pants he’d obviously swiped from her bedroom, along with an oversized band t-shirt from a concert she’d attended months ago. It was stained purple from paint and utterly comfortable.

Only when she was dressed did Elain dare to creep toward the door. She tested the handle, relieved when it turned without resistance. She could hear the sound of low voices coming from a television just down a long hall. The man was stretched over a leather couch, a remote in his hand as if he’d meant to change the channel but had gotten absorbed in the drama.

“Can I eat something?” she asked. He jumped, spraying a bag of chips in his lap all over a glass coffee table. He twisted to look at her, eyes narrowed.

“No knives.” Elain resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “You thought I was going to make you dinner?”

He scowled. “No knives, princess.”

She made her way into the kitchen, holding his gaze as she pulled a steak knife from a wooden block. “What was that?”

He shot to his feet, leveraging that large, muscular body and Elain hastily shoved the knife back.

“Okay, alright. No sense of humor, I see.”

He came to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. Elain pulled open the fridge, trying to pretend this was normal. He was still a stranger, still obviously dangerous. She hadn’t forgotten how he’d tackled her or how he’d pressed that rag against her face. Elain’s gaze slid to his arm, wrapped in a bandage.

Their eyes met and she smiled. “Do you have a name?”

He sighed. “Azriel.”

She almost laughed. Of course he’d have a name like that. “Is that your god given name, or something you choose for yourself?”

“Do I look like someone who has a stage name?” he deadpanned.

No. Humorless Azriel didn’t look like the sort to try and make himself seem more dangerous. Elain found a sealed tub of queso and an unopened bag of tortilla chips atop the fridge. She had to reach on tiptoes for it, dragging the bag down with her finger tips.

“Microwave it,” he told her, as if Elain were some kind of tasteless animal. Though, to be fair, she would have preferred to cook her cheese over a stove.

Elain was going to park herself in this cabin for two weeks and mourn the death of her relationship with Graysen, and then pretend she’d never met any of them.

“I think we should establish some ground rules,” Elain began, facing off the large man across the marble kitchen island.

He gaped. “That’s my line.”

“Yeah, I know—no escaping, no weapons. I have rules, too.”

“You’re in no position to bargain with me.”

Elain held his icy stare, waiting for him to back down. She had to fight her delight when he sighed, gesturing for her to tell him her rules.

“No touching,” she warned, holding up a finger like he was a child. Azriel rolled his eyes, but waved his hands for her next rule.

“I can use knives in the kitchen,” she said quickly. She’d seen several good cuts of meat, along with a whole host of vegetables. Did he expect her to sit around making conversation for fourteen straight days?

“And if I say no?”

“Am I supposed to eat chips and cheese every single day?”

He shrugged broad shoulders. “Why not? I don’t care if you enjoy yourself.”

Elain’s expression flattened. “Which brings me to my third point. At no point are you allowed to fall in love with me.”

A smile cracked his face, his amusement plain. “Does that happen often, princess?”

“You look like you’d fold with one kind word,” she shot back. That man was wound so tight she thought she could break him by telling him she thought he was lovely. Not that she intended to say so.

Azriel glared. “Falling in love has never been my problem.”

“Something we agree on,” she said cheerfully as the microwave dinged. “When this is over, I never want to see you again.”

He mumbled what she swore was “the feelings mutual, princess,” before turning back for the couch. Elain followed behind him, thinking it was the first time in who knew how long she was in shapeless clothes, eating actual cheese and chips in front of a man without commentary on her appearance or her weight.

If she’d been with Graysen, she’d have been in skin tight leggings or some silky little thing he could slide his hand up if he wanted to. Azriel didn’t so much as spare her a second glance when she plopped onto the opposite end of the couch, large enough he could stretch out his legs without ever coming close to touching her. Elain yanked the chunky white blanket draped over the back to her lap, not offering to share—not that he’d ever accept—before asking, “So. What are we watching?”

He cut her a suspicious glance. “Basketball.”

Before she could protest, Azriel flipped to the game, clearly hoping to be rid of her. Elain wondered what kind of operation was being run here that the best kind of torture he could manage was sports.

Though, to be fair, after ten minutes it was working. Elain drew her knees toward her chest and sighed loudly. Azriel didn’t react, though his eyes were glazed over. He was bored, too. Petty as she was, Elain could sustain herself knowing her kidnapper was bored and would rather watch a Spanish soap opera if he had the chance.

Besides—she was pretty sure he couldn’t kill her. And though she didn’t want to test it, Elain would have bet money that Azriel also wasn’t supposed to tie her up naked.

“What just happened?” she asked when a buzzer went off. Someone had obviously scored, but he didn’t need to know she understood any part of this.

Game on, asshole.

Azriel offered Elain a thousand yard stare. “What do you think just happened?”

Elain made her own eyes big and round. “Is he out?”

Azriel looked like he might strangle her. “Surely you saw the ball go through the hoop?” “Is that good?”

“Does this usually work?” he asked, leaning forward ever so slightly. She caught his biceps flex as his hands curled to fists. She wondered what had caused those scars, though there were some things she didn’t dare ask.

She was merely pretending to be stupid, after all.

“Does what work?”

“Your doe-eyed, dumb girl routine? I’ll bet men eat that shit up, don’t they?”

Elain narrowed her eyes. “Only because they can’t stand the thought of not being the smartest person in the room.”

She swore he nearly smiled. “It’s good to know how you make it work with Graysen.”

Elain looked away. She didn’t want to think about Graysen. Elain rose from the couch, kicking off the blanket so she could put away her chips and cheese.

“Did I hit a nerve, princess?”

Elain spun on her heel, facing off with this much larger, far more dangerous man. “The idea that a man with a junior high education could ever touch any part of me is laughable. You think you know me with your snide princesses and that makes us equals somehow? That we’re on an even playing field simply because you have a gun hidden somewhere nearby?” He’d gone utterly still, his handsome face curiously blank. This was a mistake, she realized. He was dangerous and he had hit a nerve. But Elain couldn’t stop. She couldn’t say any of this to Graysen, who would have hurt her if she’d ever done anything but smile and play stupid—just as Azriel said.

The mobster was right.

And she hated him for it.

“You are no better than him.”

Azriel’s eyes widened, anger flashing over his features. It took every ounce of will to turn her back to him, to put away her food and then storm into her bedroom. Elain slammed the door as the day began to crash around her. Graysen cheating. Azriel tackling her, dragging her out here. Trapped, always trapped.

The outside of the door latched and too late, Elain realized Azriel had locked her inside. She twisted the handle to no avail before pounding on the wood with her palms.

And when that didn’t work, Elain turned to look at that room, unable to calm her breathing.

She did her best to keep her sobs silent when she couldn’t keep them in anymore. Hiding in the bathroom, knees hugged to her chest, Elain let herself really cry for what felt like the first time in her life.

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Comfort from a Wolf Pack

Summary - Part 43 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: Hey guys! Before we get into this week's chapter I just want to say that I really want to do a Christmas Writing Challenge for myself where I write festive Imagines leading up to Christmas. If you guys have any prompt ideas (& pairings) that you would like me to attempt please send me a message. I love hearing from you! Anyway, back to the series now, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

After a few more fuel, food and toilet stops and swapping driving between the two of you after each stop, you finally pull into Garth’s driveway. Once Dean shuts off the engine you turn around to Destiny.

“Hey, Sweetie, I know you’re probably pretty nervous about this. But I promise Garth and Bess are really nice people. They’ve even got a little girl probably just a little younger you. So come on, you ready to go meet them?” She sheepishly nods and you hear her stomach growl. “I’m sure Bess is just getting something yummy on the table for brunch too.”

You climb out of the car and help Destiny out of the backseat before going over to join Dean at the front step where he’s already chatting with Garth. Garth pulls you in for a tight hug, then pulls away and crouches down to Destiny’s height.

“So, this little beauty here must be Destiny? I can smell your pure blood from here. Come on in, Bess and Gertie are excited to meet you.”

Garth pushes the door open and stands against it to let you all pass him. As you walk inside Bess comes out from the kitchen to greet you, a little girl by her side. “Hi guys, you must be hungry. Got some options for everyone. Come on in.”

You follow her into the dining room where she’s set the table. There are a few fresh cow hearts but also some bacon and pancakes.

You shoot her an appreciative smile as you take a seat. “Thanks, guys. We really appreciate you doing all this for us.”

Garth brushes his hand through the air at you. “Don’t mention it. You’re family. Dig in.”

Bess serves out a couple of the smaller hearts, one each for the little girls and then a bigger one for her and Garth, while you and Dean help yourselves to the pancakes and bacon.

After breakfast, Gertie invites Destiny up to her room to play, so you take the chance to discuss plans.

Dean starts off rather bluntly, “How do you guys feel about growing your pack?”

Garth and Bess share a look and a nod, then Garth says, “She seems like a real good kid. But she’s been through a lot, I think you gotta give her a little time to adjust. Everyone at this table knows what it’s like to lose someone. It ain’t easy.”

Bess then adds, “And she’s pureblood, like me. So, it’s clear she knows nothing of human life. And hanging around with hunters. Being raised by hunters. I don't know. I think she should stay here with us, but I don’t want to force her to if she’s not comfortable.”

You nod, “I agree. We…Or I, was wondering if we could just stay a few days and see how she settles?”

Bess nods. “Sure. The girls can share and you guys can take the guest room.”

You smile at Bess, “Thanks. Let me help clean up here,” then you look over at Dean. “I trust you can handle the bags?”

“I got it,” he says. He gets up and kisses the top of your head before heading out to the car; Garth follows suit, kissing Bess and then following Dean out to help with your bags. You and Bess stand up as well and start stacking the dirty dishes to cart them into the kitchen. As Bess fills the sink with hot water and dishsoap you pick up a tea towel so you can dry.

“I noticed the rings. Congrats,” she says as she starts to wash the dishes.

“Thanks. I never really believed hunters could have love like this. But with Dean I know it’s worth the struggle. You and Garth’s relationship gave me hope too. If a hunter and a werewolf can make it work, anything’s possible.”

“Yeah. He’s worth it too. But uh, and I don’t mean to overstep, but you and Dean don’t seem to be on the same page about the pup.”

“No, you’re not overstepping. We’re not. I don’t think he wants a child at all, let alone a non-human one. He’s struggling with his training that all monsters are bad, but also he doesn’t think he’d be a good father. But I know he would be. And I just…I feel like I need this. I had an ectopic pregnancy earlier this year and ever since then I’ve just felt like something is missing in my life.”

“I’m so sorry about the pregnancy. I guess my biggest advice is that if you want to go down this road with Destiny, make sure you both get on the same page and do it for the right reasons. She’s not just a puzzle piece to fill a hole in your life, she’s a child who has lost her parents and needs support, love and guidance.”

“I know. I just need a chance to talk to Dean without a little eeves dropper. Would you be able to watch her while we go out somewhere and discuss it?”

“The girls sound like they’re having fun playing together upstairs. Take your time.”

You finish drying the dishes and stacking them on the bench for Bess to put them in their rightful homes. “Thank you again.”

“Just go talk to your husband. Communication is key.”

You hang the towel back on the hook and make your way upstairs towards the sound of your husband’s deep and carrying voice. You lean against the door frame of what you assume is the guestroom as Dean’s placed both of your bags on the end of the Queen-sized bed and wait for a break in his and Garth’s conversation. They go quiet once they sense your presence. Dean beckons you over with his hand and you go into his arms. He leans down and kisses you as Garth quietly slips out of the room.

“You wanna go for a drive?” he asks.

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

You take Dean’s hand as you walk back down the hall. As you pass Gertie’s room, Destiny runs to the doorway, a concerned look on her face. “Where are you going?”

You squeeze Dean’s hand before letting go so you can crouch down to her height. “We just gotta go out for a bit. Pick up some human food and such since Garth and Bess don’t keep much here. You stay here and play with Gertie. You’re safe here and we’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs you tight as she nods. “Okay.”

“Alright. You be good. We’ll be back soon.”

She nods again as she unwraps her arms from your neck to go back to playing with Gertie’s dolls. You stand up and lace your hand with Dean’s again as he leads you back downstairs and out to the car. Like the true gentleman he is, he opens and closes your door for you before going around to the driver’s side.

“You’re amazing with her,” Dean says as he starts the engine and reverses down the driveway. “You are so…You’ll be the perfect mother.”

“Yeah, about that. We have a lot to talk about…”

“I know.” He places his hand on your thigh like he always does when driving.

“We only just got married. I only just finally convinced you to go through with that. I don’t want to do anything to push you away. I know you’re scared of taking her in, of trying to raise a non-human. I know how you were raised. I understand your reservations, I do. But…”

“But you wanna do it?”

“The pit in my stomach…the hole in my heart…it feels smaller when I hug her or care for her. I know it’s only been a couple of days, but running a bath for her, comforting her, explaining things to her, it all just feels right. It feels like what I should be doing.”

Dean just nods as a heavy silence falls over the car. After a few minutes, he pulls a park near a park. You can see a lake in the horizon. He shuts off the engine and opens his door. “Let’s go for a walk.”

You open your own door and walk around the car to meet him and take his hand as you walk onto the grass towards a metal bench seat that overlooks the lake. You enjoy the view, the sounds of birds and the breeze filling the silence and comforting you.

Eventually, you say the only thing you can think of to try and calm the tension, “I love you, Dean. No matter what, okay?”

He drapes his arm over your shoulders pulling you to lean against him. After a while, he finally breaks his silence, “Buying those clothes for her the other morning…I’ve never felt so out of my depth. But playing the part, telling the lady that I was doing a favour for my wife, picking up a new wardrobe for our daughter…that part was easy. It almost felt natural.” Feeling himself tear up at the emotions bubbling in his chest, he clears his throat before continuing, “If you really think we can do this…If you really want to do this…I’m willing to give it a shot.”

You turn around and look at him in shock. “Really?”

“I’m still worried about all the ways it could go wrong. And there are a lot of stipulations I need you to promise me. But you’re starting to convince me that maybe, just maybe, anything is possible.”

You lean over and kiss him, pushing all your emotions into it, letting your lips convey all your feelings without words. A few tears slip down both of your cheeks from the overwhelming emotions.

When he pulls away to take a breath he says, “You don’t know my conditions yet.”

“I don’t care. The fact you’re willing to even consider this means so much to me.”

“You’re not the only one that left something behind in that hospital. I was right there with you. I’ve been telling myself it was for the best, especially when those demons came after us. But, the truth is, the day you showed me that positive test, all my dreams changed. All that mattered to me then was keeping you and our baby safe. And then Bobby called and said you were in the hospital. That was my worst nightmare come true. I can’t go through that again. Shoot me, stab me, kill me, friggen send me back to Hell, but I can’t watch you like that or have that taken away from me again. The only thing I could compare that pain to is the first time I lost Sam.”

You hug him tight, letting your tears soak into his flannel. You know he’s not generally the vulnerable or emotional type, so the fact he’s comfortable enough to let all his walls down with you is so overwhelming. “I love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

He gently places his hand on your cheek and guides you to face him again, making direct eye contact before shutting his eyes as he brings his lips to yours softly. When he pulls back slightly he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “I’m ready to get out.”

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WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you to @tiltedsyllogism for tagging me!

You've all got a lot of choice:

For All Mankind

Americans crossover

Crossover - West Wing

Crossover - WOT

Houston, this is Christmas

Inherited Sins

An Interlude

Interlude SQL

Lake Names

Margo birthday

Margo Sergei phone box sex

MM NYE 1974 - Cover You In Moonlight

Molly Blind Astronaut

She sights a bird

Suits

The Truth

TimeLoop

Ya Got TRoubles

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Case multi chapter

Champagne Problems Sequel

Christmas mystery

Halloween murder

Happy Christmas fic

If It Wasn't For The Nights

JR Body Swap

Letters

Murder Under the Mistletoe cont

No Question

Pool Table Case Fic

Reverse blood on the wheel

Rosie JR Funeral

Valentines Day Fic

Whumptober 1 - Phric

Whumptober 2 - Phryne & Dot

Why not me

Star Trek Voyager

Janeway court martial

Long Live

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

10 | Ten Lords-a-Leaping

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Prompt: It’s Christmas Eve and the storm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night.

Words: 1.2k

CW: restraints, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, little cockwarming, Suguru being a little possessive

The power went out hours ago due to an unexpected snow storm, just as you and Suguru were getting cuddled on the couch, bowls of popcorn and bottles of wine in hand ready for a relaxing Christmas evening with one another after the busyness of the day.

The bottles of wine have since been opened, snuggled into one another in front of the fireplace after he started the fire, and you brought out the blankets and pillows, laying them out.

Now, your skin glows as you lay sprawled across the pillows covering the floor in front of the fireplace. The flames flicker across your curves, highlighting the roundness of your breasts.

Your hands are tangled in the black hair covering the head of your lover, back arching off the pillows, pushing your hips tight against the tongue tormenting your aching clit.

“No,” Suguru growls, rising up over you, pinning your wrists to the floor, “I told you not to touch me.”

You pout, raising your hips trying to meet his cock, gasping when it slides over your clit. He takes the time to tease, move his hips, slow and shallow, sliding between your sensitive folds.

Suguru leans down, his lips against yours, tongues sliding against one another, moaning, begging for more.

He places a knee between your legs; using the opportunity, you rut against him, looking for relief from the throbbing between your legs.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I said no,” he reaches up, grabbing the silk red ropes from under the coffee table tying your arms together.

He leans over, dragging his hard cock across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts until he taps you on the cheek. Opening, you happily accept, taking him deep down your throat, tongue licking its way up and down his cock.

You swirl the tip of your tongue on the underside of his length, and feel a flare of satisfaction run through you, right to your core as he thrusts deeper, groaning your name. He grabs the top of your head, pushing you further down the length of his cock.

Your moans and chokes send vibration thrumming through his length.

When he pulls out, he lets his wet cock slide against your skin, moving between your legs until you feel a hard smack to your ass. You whimper as he does it again, skin reddened and stinging.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He murmurs, using a gentle hand to soothe the skin as you whimper and nod, “use your words.”

“Y-yes, yes,” you whine as his fingers dip inside your wet pussy. You moan as he uses two fingers, then three to stretch you, preparing you to take his cock. Curling his fingers, finding your g-spot.

He sighs softly, watching the light from the flames kiss your skin, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he increases his pace inside, massaging your clit in tandem.

It doesn’t take long before you’re feeling the familiar heat in your core rise. It never does. He knows your body better than you do, having taken the time in the beginning of your relationship to learn you inside and out.

You buck your hips, pulling on the silky ropes above your head as he increases his pace, thumb drawing soft circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Sweet moans, soft sighs and lewd sounds fill the quiet apartment as Suguru continues, in awe and admiration of you.

And then you’re diving head first into a sea of pleasure as you clench around his fingers, arousal pooling in his hand as you writhe atop the pillows. He chuckles as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

Suguru smiles at you, flickering flames reflected in his darkened, lust filled eyes as he leans down, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue as he brings his other hand up, to tweak the other.

He’s lining his cock up at your entrance, before slamming into you, giving no time to relax or adjust, driving your ass into the plush pillows below.

“Ah - Suguru!” You cry out as he pushes himself deeper with every thrust, balls slapping against your ass as you lock your ankles around his waist.

“Look at you, taking all of me,” he thrusts in deep, holding is cock in deep, “you’re mine, baby, so fucking mine.”

“Yes, baby,” you whine, “I’m all yours.”

You know this, Suguru knows this. But there’s something about the holidays that makes him need reassurance. Normally, he’s cool, calm, and collected. But when you’re traveling, seeing so many people, visiting so many friends who hug you and take your attention from him, a certain jealousy and possessiveness comes over him.

He braces himself over you, hips snapping into yours as he grabs your legs from his waist, lifting them up and over in a mating press position.

Thrusting deeper, harder, and you whine as tears form in the corner of your eyes, mewling at just how deep he’s able to go.

His cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way as he moans out your name, his voice low, gravelly with need.

“Say my name,” he demands, hips pistoning into you at an inhuman pace.

“Suguru!” You cry out.

“Again.”

“S-Suguru, Suguru, S’guru,” you chant over and over again, his name leaving your lips, music to his ears.

He adjusts, throwing one leg over his shoulder, kissing your ankle gently as he moves his hand down to encircle your clit.

“Oh god!” You gasp out at the contact, moving your hips in tandem with his hand and rutting your hips to meet him halfway, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each and every thrust.

“Fuck,” he groans, capturing your lips with his. You’re whimpering, pulling against the restraints with all your might. He’s nice tonight, undoing the knots with ease allowing you to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer to you.

And he’s moving your leg off his shoulder, sitting up on his knees, wrapping one hand under your waist, the other on your neck, pulling you up to him. Back arched in the light of the fire, tits bouncing so beautifully.

He kisses and scrapes his teeth against your neck and collarbone before licking a strip from your breast to neck, sucking on the tender spot under your ear that always sends a jolt between your legs.

You’re clenching around him, hard, before you know it, body shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

“Good fucking girl,” Suguru praises as you cum around his cock, his hips faltering with each thrust, “oh - fuck - you’re perfect.”

He hammers into you until he stutters, growling out your name, lips pressed to yours as he cums, his warm cum filling your insides.

“So pretty,” he breathes, looking at you all fucked out, glistening from sweat in the light of the fire; it should be criminal for him to say that when he is devastating himself.

Your hand slides across his jaw in a smooth caress, his lips pressing against yours tenderly, slowly.

“Are you gonna…,” you whisper, the only sounds in the apartment now from the crackle of the fireplace, wondering if he’s going to pull out.

“No,” he shakes his head with a small smile, tender kisses between each word, “wanna stay like this for a while.”

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