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cvpiddszn · 5 months

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𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for the lack of content. happy to be back posting my favourite couple

summary: having to explain how babies are made to two five year olds isn't easy.

warnings: children

word count: 1.2k

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Seven months later

"Mommy?" Little Lake was munching on his Cheerios, his eyes trained on me, a full-on question. I nearly brushed my hand through his brown hair, it was well overdue that we needed a haircut (Jack included). Lake’s hair was beginning to curl at the ends, while Lowen’s had taken longer considering the gum that he had gotten stuck in his hair a couple of months before.

Switching Amara on my other hip as she held her apple sauce drink in her hands squeezing at the package in hopes that she would be able to suck out anything else. “Yes, baby?” I asked, pulling the drink from the little blonde’s hands to which she whined, I shook my head at her and she made grabby hands towards her father.

Jack only smiled at the girl, taking her from my arms before setting her on his lap so that he could finish eating his toast. He held it out to the little girl to which she nearly bit off his finger while eating it. I leaned down kissing the little girl’s cheek whispering a soft, “good girl” watching as Jack gave me a glare.

Jack was sipping at his apple juice, since he loved it so much, claiming that it was better than orange juice (yes, I argued with him multiple times that orange juice was better). Amara watched her Dad and reached for her cup beginning to drink at it too.

“Where do babies come from?” Lake asked, his voice full of concern as his twin perked up at the question eager to also find out.

Jack spit out his juice at the question, while I paused watching my husband and then the little girl in his arms follow exactly what her father did, spitting out her juice and then giggling but Jack was so stunned that he didn’t notice the spill on his leg.

“Jack!” I scolded, tapping his shoulder rather harshly, face cloth in hand wiping at our daughter’s face where she decided that she needed to spit out her drink. I pulled her from his lap, to which her bottom lip came out, missing her father’s arms already.

Jack coughed, trying to regain his breath. The boys looked toward their father who only sputtered, they looked at me next. Wide innocent eyes and I debated on what I should do, whether it was appropriate or not. We had promised that we wouldn’t lie to our boys but we had already played along with Santa, the Easter Bunny and many other mythical creatures, plus were they truly old enough to understand any of it yet?

Within their childhood, I had already had one kid, another one only four weeks old in my stomach. We had told the boys as quickly as Jack had found out, we knew that it was inevitable that the boys would find out, and they treated their little sister so well, what was one more?

My husband looked toward me for guidance and I shrugged. “They’re boys, J. Mara and I will just understand each other won’t we, sweet girl?” I cooed at her to which she smiled at me at the newfound nickname. I knew that I would take my twelve months leave with the new baby, Amara wouldn’t be with the Nanny for too long if you counted eight more months.

Amara grabbed onto my nose, squeezing softly, her small nails pressing into the skin and I shook my head at her. The three boys sat at the table, seemingly waiting for me to say something but it was only a couple of days ago that Jack had complained that he wanted more time with the boys, saying that they clung onto me way too much (which was very true).

I sighed at the silence, my free hand placing itself on my husband’s shoulders. “You boys actually want to know?” I whispered loudly like it was some secret and even Jack gave a confused look eager to hear me out. The twins nodded eagerly, wide eyes and practically on the edge of their seats with how excited they looked knowing some secrets. “Truth is, there are such things as storks that come to drop off babies at hospitals. We sign a bunch of forms, they run some tests on the mommies to make sure that it’s her baby, and we get to go home with the baby.”

My husband raised his brow at me, looking towards the boys whose mouths made an ‘o’ shape as if it was the realization. “That makes a lot of sense, Annabelle was telling me that it had to do with ‘the birds and the bees’. I don’t know what she meant.” Lowen explained, to which Lake nodded along. The two got out of their seats walking towards their lunches to grab them and make their way into the car.

Jack also stood up from his spot, kissing my cheek and then Amara’s, “Nice save,” He commented, and I only grinned in response, tapping my lips gently so he could get the hint. He didn’t waste another second stealing a kiss from me, hoping to make it last but Amara pushed his face away. Pursing her own lips in an attempt. I laughed at the girl, adjusting her higher on my hip watching as my husband kissed the little girl on her lips as she smiled satisfied.

“Did you get a kiss from Daddy, sweet girl? Hm?” I asked her as she gurgled in response. Surprisingly she hadn’t said her first word but there were many bets placed between our families that her first word would be “Dada” or something along the lines but I knew that it was going to be something else. Call it mother’s instinct if you will. I looked towards Jack who had seemed to admire us, “You’re going to make the boys late, J. You’ll be back with your girl right after you drop off the boys.”

“My girls, you mean.” He corrected me and I gave him an adoring look before placing my hand on his back, nudging him forward hinting towards the time. He only nodded in response, kissing my cheek briefly before racing out the door.

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"Mrs, Laurier, we had an incident today.” Lake’s teacher, Miss. Calvin, walked up to me as the boys were ushered into the SUV beginning to talk amongst each other. We had thought that it was best that to separate the boys young, it gave them more to talk about in the car and sometimes twins created more chaos together rather than separately.

My brows raised, motioning her to continue as I closed the car door. “There was an argument that broke out between some kids, including Lake. Something about that storks were bringing his new sibling? Our Principal said that we don’t condone lying so we’re going to need you to tell your boy that he’s wrong.” She explained a nervous smile on her face that told me, she didn’t believe in anything she was saying.

I barely even paused shrugging my shoulders, “Okay,” Was the only thing I said before walking to the other side of the vehicle.

She waved at me, smiling, “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I mumbled pulling out of the pick-up area, biting the inside of my cheek. Holding me back from parking and storming into the Principal’s office and screaming at her. Who were teachers to tell parents how to parent their children? We certainly don’t tell them how to do their job.

There was no way I was going back to that place, and Jack would agree as he always did

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thesassypadawan · 28 days

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Like Rabbits (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: After realizing that Hay and you share the same desire, you two have been acting like a pair of horny rabbits. ‘Hopping’ all day and night long.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Breeding and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Hoppy Belated Easter, my lovelies! And Happy First Day of Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all of April!

- Thirty-two hours. Thirty-two hours of nearly non-stop raw passion, of carnal desire. All in the hopes of…successfully knocking you up.

- After the whole ‘milk someday’ affair, as it came to be known, Hayden and you have a nice long chat. One that makes you both quickly realize that you’re clearly on the same page.

- And, well, since that’s the case, you two have been, um, rather busy. Especially during those magical thirty-two hours when you’re at the peak of your fertility.

- Yeah, let’s just say you’re like a pair of horny rabbits. ‘Hopping’ all day and night long…

- Eyes flutter open and a soft moan escapes you. You’re awoken by his cock pumping slowly into you, fingers playing and teasing your clit. “Haay…sleepy.”

- “Nope, rise and shine, angel. Nap’s over; it’s baby making time,” he chuckles in your ear. Free hand slides to grasp your ass firmly. Pulling your hip over him, so he can thrust deeper.

- You whine a little in protest, but, nonetheless, happily accept your fate. Hand moving up his throat, coming to rest on the back of his head. Fingers tugging his hair gently, causing him to growl…the sound rumbling in his chest.

- Cunt clenches hard in response, which only spurs him on. Pace picking up, dick practically bottoming out with each plunge. “Fuck. How are you still this tight?”

- Whimpering, your face grows flush. Orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, overwhelming your brain. “Hay… Hay…”

- “Cum,” he mutters. Pinching your clit, sending you soaring. Head tilting upwards, crying out. Chest pressing against his while you clamp down around him.

- Hayden stills, gripping you as your body goes limp in his hold. Face burying into his neck, the fog in your mind rolling in. All you can think of is… “Sleepy.”

- A good smack to the butt jolts you back to reality. “Not yet, babe; we’re not finished.”

- Grasping your sides, he pulls you fully on top of him. Knees instinctively parting, setting on either side of his thighs. Upper body laying flat on his, you let out a small squeak. “Haaayden!”

- Arms wrap around your waist, and he starts to move again. Almost rapidly, eagerly pounding into your soaked cunt. Hips bouncing off his while he smirks. “What? I haven’t given you more of my baby batter yet.”

- Fingers dig into his shoulder; whines fly from your mouth. He’s stretching you out so deliciously, slapping against you so wonderfully. Both sensations overstimulate you further, another release quickly building in your core.

- His grip on you tightens. Rocking back and forth, he bucks up into you wildly. Grunting, voice low and gravelly. “Going to pump you so full…to the absolute brim. Going to stay in this perfect, little pussy…all through the night and into the morning.”

- Walls flutter at his words. Whines now more high-pitched and needy. Clawing and scratching at him desperately. “Yes… Please…”

- “You’d like that, huh?” Hay growls, slamming into that sweet spot deep inside over and over. “Me cumming in you until it takes…until you have your own cute bump to show off.”

- Nails sink deeper into his skin and his hips stutter. Hands grabbing your ass harshly, holding you firmly in place. Cock twitching, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into you.

- While you mewl and pant. Quivering and trembling, back arching in ecstasy. Milking him greedily for every last drop…before collapsing.

- Stroking your back, his heart racing underneath you. He kisses the top of your head, muttering. “You okay, angel?”

- Spent, your body is so spent. Totally exhausted from cumming back-to-back, not counting all the times prior to this lovely session. “Sleepy…so sleepy,” you mumble into his chest.

- Eyes grow heavy and just as you’re drifting off…you feel him start to lazily thrust. “Come one, we only have like twelve hours left until you’re done ovulating. Don’t want to waste a single minute, do you?”

- You hate it when he’s right. Groaning and grumbling, your hips begin to move in sync with him. “Better make it twins then.”

- “Can’t guarantee that,” Hayden chuckles, speeding up a bit. “But I promise to have you round…those tits milky and swollen soon enough. My adorable baby mama.”

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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18 days til' Christmas

attending diavolo's christmas dinner party with boyfriend!barbatos ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Your afternoons were usually spent at Diavolo's castle baking with Barbatos, but today was different because it was Christmas, the most happiest time of the year.

Barbatos was prepping for a big dinner party and you, the seven brothers, the angels, and friends were all invited. That entire group mixed together meant chaos but you and Barbie enjoyed watching all the drama go down anyway.

You were just about to get ready when you realized that you had no idea what to wear. You were on the verge of panicking when you remembered you literally lived down the hall from Asmodeus.

You burst through his door immediately. "Asmo I need help picking out my outfit please come to my room.

"Do you know how to knock?" Asmo asked sarcastically as he admired his nails. He had just painted them in his iconic teal and pink.

"Please Asmo, I don't have time for this get in my room," you demanded rolling your eyes.

"Goodness, looks like someone's eager to get me in their bed," he muttered under his breath smiling to himself.

"I heard that! You're not funny," you snapped.

Oh whatever, what's got your panties in a twist?" he asks as he immediately walks to your closet throwing clothes he doesn't approve of on the ground.

"I just want to look perfect tonight. I haven't seen Barbatos since I got back from Earth from my two , month-long vacation. I want to look great for him," you admitted.

"Well you're not going to look great with this on," he joked as he pulled out a crazy dress that you owned from last Easter.

You chuckled at his stupid joke before sitting at your vanity to start your makeup.

"Um put that brush down. You asked me for help so I'm going to be in charge of your whole look," Asmo explained as he finally pulled out the most beautiful open-back cream-colored bodycon maxi dress.

"Oh my god, I own that?" You asked with shock.

"This is what happens when you stuff all the clothes that we buy when we go shopping together in the back of your closet," Asmo said shaking his head in disappointment.

"Fine, I promise I'll listen to fashion advice more often," you sighed.

"Good because if I catch you leaving the house in sweatpants one more time, it's over for you," he said darkly before laughing to himself.

Weirdo. Sue me for choosing comfort over style. You thought to yourself.

You put the dress on and paired it with a pair of white pumps.

Asmo put your hair and a sort of messy updo that allowed your curls to fall in front of your face framing it perfectly.

"We're not going to do much for makeup since the dress is such a pure clean color we'll go for the same look Asmo explained as put some blush onto your face.

You had no idea how he was so good at it. He knew where and how to apply everything so that you would look almost unreal.

You were finally done it was time for you all to head to Diavolo's house. Naturally, Mammon and Leviathan were fighting the whole way there.

You missed the Devildom so much that it felt like a second home to you.

As you arrived at Diavolo's, Mammon finally piped down and told you about a new watch he had purchased the day before.

Your chatter ended when you entered the main foyer greeted by none other than Barbatos and Diavolo.

"Hello all, Merry Christ-" Diavolo started before you interrupted him by running into Barbatos' arms.

"I've missed you so much," you chirped as you peppered his face with kisses.

"I missed you more," he replied as he placed his hand behind your head and pressed it against his chest.

"Blech! Please guys get a room my goodness," Mammon said as he walked past you straight to the dining hall.

"Mammon, have some manners," Lucifer sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

You and Barbatos just laughed at the chaos already beginning around you.

"Lucifer! It's been too long!" Diavolo exclaimed as he put an arm around Lucifer.

"I was literally here yesterday," Lucifer responded.

"Why don't we all make our way to the dining hall?" Barbatos suggested calmly reeling the group in.

Everyone sat down and broke into conversation and enjoyed their meals.

You and Barbatos were having your own conversation catching up on each other vacations. The only issue was that Mammon wouldn't stop interrupting the two of you.

"I know you're datin' my human and all but I just wanna let ya' know that I was her first," Mammon said glaring at Barbatos.

"That always sounds so wrong when you say it," Barbatos chuckled as he ate. You nudged him and giggled along with his joke.

The two of you tried to talk but there was too much going on. Barbatos suddenly took your hand and whispered in your ear, "What do you say we get out of here?"

You smiled to yourself feeling the heat rise to your cheeks after feeling his warm breath against your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

Everyone was laughing and conversing too consumed with the festivities to notice the two of you seeking out.

Barbatos brought you to the kitchen and asked if you wanted anything. "Chamomile would be great," you said.

Barbatos made the two of you tea as you sat on the kitchen island talking about the souvenirs you bought for him in Italy.

"I wish I could have come with you, I have been meaning to go to a cooking class there, I noticed you and Diavolo have been taking a liking to pasta recently," he explained.

"I know you would've wanted to but that's why I got you a cookbook made by the infamous Gino D'Acampo!" you exclaimed waiting for his impressed or surprised reaction.

"I'm sorry who is that?" Barbatos asked in the nicest way possible.

You laughed at his effort to not hurt your feelings before explaining, "He is one of the most well-known Italian cuisine cookers,"

"Really? Thank you, you really didn't have to get me one of those," he answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

"I wanted to," you insisted.

"I love you so much," Barbatos said looking deeply into your eyes.

Barbatos then took your teacup from your hands and put it aside. He then placed both his hands on your shoulders. As the two of you looked at each other enjoying the silence Barbatos leaned in slowly. You could feel his breath hitting your lips.

His lips were almost an inch away from yours. He placed himself in between your parted legs, snaked his hand around your waist, and pulled you in closer. The whole thing was happening painfully slow but the two of you were savoring the moment.

You draped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. You pulled him closer to you slowly and when your lips finally connected it all felt mythical.

The kiss was wet it was hot but it was quick. Rushed. Hands wandering all over. It was messy, improper, and should have never happened. Not there. Not where someone could catch them.

For the first time ever Barbatos gained the traits of Beelzebub. He allowed his hunger for you to consume him. Self-control was thrown out the window.

Barbatos ran his fingers through your hair destroying your updo. Your hair fell to your shoulders and Barbatos moved your hair out of the way so that he could kiss your neck leaving hickys in his wake.

The lustful feeling enveloped the two of you. You were in your own bubble of tension and longing. You hadn't even noticed that Lucifer walked in looking for toothpicks. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt I just-" Lucifer started unable to finish his sentence obviously flustered by the situation the two of you were in.

You fumbled to fix your dress and rubbed the lip gloss that smudged at the corner of your lip.

Barbatos fixed his hair and straightened his collar. "No, I'm sorry. Toothpicks?" he suggested knowing Lucifer far too well.

"Yes, please," he replies awkwardly.

After Lucifer left the room you and Barbatos couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe that just happened," you giggle.

"We should probably head back," Barbatos suggested taking your hand.

"For sure," you said as you hopped off the counter oblivious to the marks displayed on your neck. Your hair thankfully draped over most of them.

You joined everyone in the room and the festivities continued.

"We can all see those hickies mama," Asmo whispered nonchalantly as he ate his dessert.

"WHa?" you gasped as you looked down and saw the hugest hickey on your neck. You quickly moved your hair to cover the hickies. You heard Asmo stifle laughter.

Barbatos chuckled at your effort to cover the mark and was amused when a couple of people noticed them.

By the end of the party, everyone was tipsy or drunk, everyone except for Lucifer. "Alright now it is time for us to go home," he said motioning for you to come with him.

"I think she'll stay the night we have some unfinished business," Barbatos said shooting him a wink.

He didn't need anything more to get the message and leave with his brothers.

That night you planned on getting freaky but instead ended up falling asleep together the moment your bodies hit the bed.

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jawritter · 2 years

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So this is a little different…

but could you maybe show soldier boy being a gentleman for once with his gf and can she be pregnant? and maybe make it smutty

I like that name...

Warning: Smut, unprotected smut, pregnancy, Soldier Boy being unnaturally fluffly. SPN Easter Egg, because if the boys can do it so I can lol.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 421

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Ben lifted her leg a little higher, supporting most of her weight as he rolled his hips into her, groaning loudly as he buried his head in her shoulder, and her fingers brushed through his hair. She was so glad he’d decided to keep it longer than she remembered, and he loved her to play with it too, especially when he was having a bad day, which since they’d moved out to the country and away from everyone else, had become fewer and farther in between.

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you or the baby am I?” he asked for the thousandth time since they’d started, ever mindful of the growing bump that was her stomach.

“I’m fine Ben I promise,” she shivered as he pressed deeper into her, keeping himself buried inside of her, hitting those places only he’d ever been able to reach, huffing as she ran her nails down his board, muscular chest as her pussy started to quiver around him, and his own hips started to falter, sending them both careening over the edge together.

When he’d finally rolled himself to her side, pulling her as close to him as he thought safe to do, he nuzzled his face into her hair, peppering her with little kisses, lacing his fingers with her own over her stomach.

This was it for him. This is what he’d always wanted. If he had to do it all over again, he’d do it the same, and wouldn’t change a thing, as long as it brought him right back here, with her in his arms, and his baby growing healthy in her belly. In a house that he owned in the land he’d fought and served for. Safe. Loved. Content.

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” She asked, and he hummed, kissing her temple as he settled them down lower into the mess of covers on the bed.

“Think it’s a boy,” he murmured, his deep, smooth voice sending a shiver down her spine, and she hummed in equal contentment.

“If it’s a boy, what do you think we should name him?” She questioned, turning in his arms just enough to see his sparkling green eyes staring back at her so full of love and devotion.

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, his brow scrunched slightly in concentration. He was too damn cute for his own good sometimes, or maybe that was just the hormones talking.

“Dean, Dean’s a good, strong name. I like Dean.”

“Okay, then Dean it is.”

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hirik0 · 5 months

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Not a mamas boy anymore

Graves standing up to his controlling mother

Cw: use of the f slur

Graves never thought when he joined the US military with 18 it would mean it will shatter the picture he has of his mother one day. The resentment slowly build up with tine, because squad mates poked around asked question and often lookend horrifyed. Slowly bring Graves to the admission that his mother maybe is not the lovly southern woman he tought she is. The faithfull day the mask if his mother shattered in front if his eyes was a right after Easter. To the displeasure of his mother the phone ringed while they had breakfast, to call him back to base because of an emergency and of all people fellow Sergeant Daniel 'Jocker' Brown is picking him up. Jocker never talked nice about his family down in Texas, so hes more suprised to learn the other Sergeant only is a 2 hours drive away. After a 10 minutes disgusion with his Mother Elisabeth Graves about if he really has to go Yes he is promising to call more often. He really tried to call at often as posible but with missions and time zones it is hard to find the time. At least she stoped asking if he found a wife yet, after he asked her where on the battelfield hes supost to do that. He is now in his childhood room with his christian rock band posters that dont give him a nice nostalgic feeling just bitterness over been grounded for a long time and a lecture how rock music is demonic and him letting the devil in his heart. After that winning fights were just not worth it, atleast his father didn't got mad and beaten him what was a rare event and the only time he didn't got beat for making his mother cry. Because they were told that they likely are called back he luckily didn't unpack most of his travel bag so packing only took him maybe 10 minutes. He carries the bag down the stairs putting it next to the door so that hopefully Jocker and his mom will have as less interaction as possible, because with out even knowing his mother Jocker says pretty bad things about her, like shes a tow faced heck. His mother is loved by everyone in their church or atleast he thought that for a long time, but Jocker while they were in Iraq slowly was able to point out the cracks in his mother's act of being a lovely southern woman. They honestly don't have the time for Jocker having a disagreement with his mother from how urgent the call was. "Phillip, sweety can you help you father in the garden I will call you when whoever is picking you up is here", his mother asks orders him, so he goes out to help, against the feeling that his mind is screaming that will end really bad.

Jocker arrives 30 Minutes later, sitting in the car taking a deap breath. He will just pick up Phil and he will not be projecting the his feelings he has for his own grandmother on to Mrs. Graves, even if he convinced this two woman could be the same person. He gets out the car instantly spoted by all the people taking care of their front yards, great he also has a audience now, if things go south. He walks up the front porch and is ringing the bell. Mrs Graves don't even smiles when she opens the door clearly displeased with her only son leaving again. "Good morning Mrs. Graves I'm here to pick up Phil", Jocker says trying his best to not be pessimistic about how this will went down. His skin crawls from Mrs Graves looking him over as to make sure she can allowhim to take her son with him. The way she presses her lips together and the smile turn fake he did not own her aproval. "They let fagots serve now?"Mrs. Graves is the very first thing says, having Jocker frown confused till he rembers that his niece begged him to paint his nails. "Are you also telling me I'm going yo hell?", Jocker asks unintressed really he just want to pick up his fellow Sergeant. "Well clearly you already know you go there for being a sick pervert so I don't have to." Mrs Graves is giving him her best fake smile but the disgust is bleeding throughher white theet. "I will not enjoy seeing you there." This response clearly hit a big nerve because the smile freezes till it turns in to pure hatred. Unbeknown to Mrs. Graves her son is just re-entering the house. "You're lucky that you are not living here, because in a small town like this, we know exactly what to do with people like you. Dirty fagots are not welcome here and you're a disgrace to the all the brave men serving in the military and I will make sure to get you away from my son, because he should not have to work an abomination to god, like you." Graves jaw is on the floor he never heared his mother talk to anyone like this before. He frezzes, wanting to speak up wanting to just get out of here. It also hurts, it's like a part of his heart is breaking of, his inner child desperately clinging to the picture he has from his mother, while the angry teenager is shattering it in a thousand littel pieces with a bat. "Yes please tell our Captain what a horrible person I am letting my very ill 7 year old niece paint my nails blue, really unacceptable behaivor of me." And Jocker for sure said this loud enough for the older lady that is just predenting to water her plants is hearing him, and the older man that stoped trimming his bushes the moment the word fagot was used. "Well its clearly a punishment of God your niece is that sick", Mrs Graves response the shocked gasp from the neighbour next door audible and Graves he is turning angry at this, how can his mother just say something like this over a 7 year old. Phillip's inner child is crying by now, because if she say this about a child she doesn't know what did she say about him.

Logically Graves knows that Jocker can handel this himself, but he has to say something, show his team mate he dont think this is acceptable, that he is not like that. "Mother, how dare you say something like this about a 7 year old girl?", Phillip asks shocked having struggel to not raise his voice. "Phillip", his mother gasp and a "I wait at the car", from Jocker who is getting the fuck away from what ever will happen next. Thousands of tiny pyzzel pieces are falling in to place in Graves memoriesthat made no dence till now. "I, I , yo...you need to understand", Elizabeth stammers struggels to find away to not look like the bad guy. "No, I understand because I heared enough of what ever conversation you had with Jocker. I honestly understand a lot now, why some of the people in church are afrait of you, why people predent they don't know you that well when they were in your close circel for years and why your friend circel is constanly changing." Graves voice is calm but his hands are trembling in rage, his emotions are totally out of control to many big feelings and so few space in his body for them. Anger making his blood boil, grieve turning his stomach in a rock, hurt making his chest arch. "He's a fagot Phillip, he's a abomination to the bible.", his mother trys to defend herself despreate trying to get her son back on her site, just making Phillip's blood boil even more. "First if all he's not gay, Mom, second this has nothing to do with the stupid bible but with your small minded views and", Graves didn't even notices how he's getting louder and louder while his voice turns ice cold he grabs his back walks past his mother out of the house, "and with out Jocker I would have returned in a fucking body bag so maybe be atleast a littel bit thankfull!" The last part is screamed and the whole street is hearing him at this point. Mrs Graves is frezzing having no idea what to do how to get the control back. "Phillip he started this." With this Phillip is exploding. "No I'm pretty sure he didn't because compared to you he knows how to be a decent human. For fucks sack Mom this behaivor is the reason that Claire and Judy don't talk to you and you will never see your grandkids or can have a friend for more then 4 years. You're a judgmental asshole and people don't want to be around you more then necessary. The only think that matters to you is you and your overblown ego. Fuck I had to apologise to all my ex girlfriends because you bullied them so bad, after you pressured me into dating them in the first place!" 15 years of bottled up emotions are breaking at the same time, the whole neighbourhood is pretending to be busy on the front porch to not miss the show, some even on the phone with church members that live in other part of the city so they are not missing what is happening. Phillip Graves standing up to his mother will not leave the rumor mille for months, probaly years. Jocker starts the car opens the door at the passenger site so they can leave the moment Graves is done with airing his family's dirty air. Because he has nothing else to say he's storming towards the car he needs to get the fuck away from here.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 29 days

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For the very first time - Chapter 3

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: Sorry for the delay - Easter Holidays and life were getting in the way, so today, you get a 241 deal - I will be posting Chapter 4 straight after this one. Set the same day that Sam meets Steve (and Nat) in CA:TWS @catws-anniversary. Catch up on Chapter 2!

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Chapter Summary: Sam’s day started off weird when he found himself being lapped by Captain America when out for his morning run, but now Steve's extremely hot friend has appeared at his door. What’s a guy to do?

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Nat

Chapter Word count: 1.2k

CW: Strangers to Lovers, Flirting, Vaginal Sex, Nat going after what she wants.

Nat and Sam - May 2014

Sam was not expecting the knock at the door. He was only wearing a pair of sweats low on his hips, his skin still damp from his post run shower, but he went to open it anyway. Somehow he was not entirely surprised when he saw Steve Rogers' red-headed friend standing there, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Sam raised his eyebrow at her and she responded in kind, the unspoken communication understood by both of them. He took a step back, gesturing for her to enter, grinning as he did so and as soon as he shut the front door she was on him, pushing him firmly against his hallway wall, her blood red lips pressed to his.

“Nat,” she mumbled against him, and it took Sam a second to understand what she was saying, as all of his brain power was currently diverted to his dick. His hands gripped her waist as he stuttered out his own reply.

“Sam. Sam Wilson.”

“I know,” she replied, and he felt her smile into their shared kiss.

There was no real conversation after that, just the blazing heat of lust as her delicate, but no doubt lethal, fingers trailed over his exposed skin before ducking under the waistband at the back of his sweats to take hold of his ass, pulling him flush against her.

Sam started to think he might be a little in love, because, god, did he have a thing for people who knew exactly what they wanted and weren't afraid to go after it. However, part of him also thought it was a shame he didn’t get to spend more time with Steve. Oh well, he wasn’t going to complain about this turn of events and, to be honest, all thoughts of Steve departed as soon as Nat’s hand shifted and wrapped around his cock.

The action did, however, wake him up and he started to reciprocate, pushing her leather jacket from her shoulders and trying to steer them to a more comfortable place. He was more than capable of playing this out in the hallway if need be, but he’d prefer a comfortable bed where Nat could do anything she wanted to him - Sam was in no way disillusioned enough to think he was in charge here, and he was perfectly okay with that.

He got them to his bedroom, though, and couldn’t help the grin that took over his entire face as Nat shoved him back onto his mattress and began to strip out of her remaining clothes, revealing pale skin encased in lingerie as red as her hair, lips and nails. Okay, Sam was now a lot in love, because ‘Wow!’. He wriggled out of his sweats with more enthusiasm than grace and saw Nat smile enigmatically before she climbed onto the bed, moving her body over his, her lace covered core scratching gently over his rock hard cock.

He shuddered slightly and Nat cocked her head to the side.

“You like that, Samuel?”

He bit his lip as his head tilted back, and he nodded.

“Yeah.” At his admission Nat curled her nails into his pecs and raked them down his chest, raising welts in their wake. Sam bucked his hips up in response.

“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” He wasn’t even sure if he was joking or not, but if she really was gonna kill him, this was the way he’d want to go. However, Nat just leant forward, her warm breath ghosting over his lips, as she undid her bra and discarded it across the room.

“Only le petit mort.”

“My kinda gal.”

He raised his hands to cup her breasts, absolutely struck by how pale her skin was. He could see some fading bruises along her ribs and on her forearms, and part of him wanted to kiss every blemish in the hope they would then disappear. However, her breasts were more tempting. He rolled each peak between his fingers, watching as Nat shuddered atop him.

“Please. Can I?” His words weren’t working, but somehow Nat understood him. She moved a bit more and then Sam was in heaven as his lips latched around one pink nipple, suckling on it greedily, while continuing to play with the other. Nat let out a pleasured sigh and Sam felt pride well within him. He wanted to make her feel good and was happy he was achieving his goal. He was generally a giver in bed, getting pleasure from his partner’s pleasure, although he wasn’t above being a pillow princess every so often when the mood took him.

His free hand skimmed down Nat’s side, and he felt the firm muscles under her soft skin. He had the feeling that he could be rough if he wanted and she would welcome it, especially given how she’d already marked his skin. However, now wasn’t the time. Maybe there would be other chances in the future.

Nat shifted above him once more and Sam got the hint, switching to her other breast, but the air was driven from his lungs the moment he felt her take hold of his cock before it was then enveloped in her warm, wet heat. He still felt the scratch of her panties against his hip - she must have just moved them to the side - but then his brain was gone as Nat rode him, just taking what she wanted from him as he continued to lavish attention to her breasts in turn.

It was instinctual to thrust his hips up to meet her movements, and Nat didn’t complain. Her hands were on his headboard as she moved, her cunt clutching and pulling at his cock, and Sam had no idea how he hadn't already come - this was by far the most erotic encounter he’d had in a long time. ‘Sexy assassin coming to hit him up for a booty call’ had not been on his bingo card for this year, but he was definitely not mad about it. Far from it.

Nat began to let out louder noises, a series of guttural moans and grunts, and Sam sucked harder on the tit he had in his mouth, flicking the engorged nipple with his tongue. His spare hand rested on the small of her back, helping to guide her movements that had got more erratic. It was only a few moments later when she threw her head back, looking like a goddess above him, and her cunt clenched hard. Sam felt the strength of her orgasm, the way his cock was almost strangled by her body and he fucking loved it. He couldn’t hold back any longer and spilled into Nat, his own cries muffled into the soft flesh of her chest.

She collapsed on to him, both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Sam was certain that he’s breathing harder out of the two of them, despite not doing the majority of the work. This didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

However, when Nat finally climbed off him to flop onto his mattress, her skin flushed pink, Sam was surprised when the first thing she said was “So, do you think Steve’s cute?”

Chapter 4

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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here’s a little something with peaches and coconut!eren because i missed him sm my pretty boy<333 minors dni obvi

content warnings include: exhibitionism kinda idk, oral male & female receiving, hella praise for eren bc that’s baby boy, kinda subby eren bc why not! if i missed any warnings so sorry also this is not proofread so sorry again for that lol

It was another beautiful Sunday morning at the church. It was Easter Sunday, one of the biggest days of the year and spirits were high. You had chosen to wear one of Eren’s favorite dresses today, a short yellow sundress that complimented your figure nicely. Your hair was styled to perfection and your nails were freshly manicured a pastel yellow to match your dress and shoes. Eren had recently become obsessed with the color yellow on you and who were you to deny your boyfriend of seeing you in it?

Eren was waiting patiently for you at the steps in a tight fitting black button up with a smile on his face. “You look beautiful angel” he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and you wore yellow, how sweet of you to think of me.” You giggled feeling your face heat up at his words, “of course you know I’m always thinking of you Renny” you said staring at him with hearts in your eyes. Before you two could continue your conversation your parents walked over to greet Eren, and of course he put on his award winning act making bullshit conversation with your parents. “It’s almost time for the sermon don’t stay out here too long Y/N” your mother scolded before walking inside with your father.

By now you and Eren were the only ones outside, the only sounds that could be heard was the soft blow of the wind and the jumbled voices inside the church. “You look very handsome today Ren I love when you wear this” you said, bringing your hands up to his chest slowly trailing them down his body. “Did this shrink or have you been working out more?” you mumbled noticing the button up looked more tighter on him than usual. “Working out Connie says I’ve been looking ‘doughy’ so I’ve been hitting it a little bit harder at the gym” he chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “okay one don’t ever listen to Connie he’s the last person that should talk shit and two I can’t believe you actually listened to Connie? You were far from ‘doughy’ love” you smiled, bringing his right hand to your lips and kissing his knuckle. The simple act made Eren’s face flush a light pink dusting over his cheeks. Eren had heard a lot of times from people that he was handsome and sure he agreed but you made him feel beautiful like he was the most precious thing this Earth had to offer. He will probably never forget the first time you ever called him pretty. It lives embedded in his brain.

Your parents had thought you and Eren were doing some studying at the library but you two were actually having a picnic deciding a little white lie wouldn’t hurt them. The sun was just beginning to set and the light was shining perfectly at Eren. Holy shit did he look like a dream. His hair was down, brown locks cascaded down his broad shoulders practically begging you to run your fingers through it. He settled for a plain white hoodie and jeans along with his beat up Air Force 1’s.

“You look pretty today” you smiled unwrapping the sandwiches he packed for the two of you. “Huh?” he asked quirking an eyebrow and you giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “I said you look pretty. I mean you look pretty all the time but this light really does make you look…beautiful.” “Oh uh thanks” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “you- uh you look pretty too.” “You’re blushing!” you laughed making Eren’s Face flush even more, “you are too cute Eren” you hummed pulling bottles of juice from the picnic basket. Eren huffed in annoyance, shaking his head, “yeah yeah laugh it up now but you won’t be laughing when I got you crying on my dick later” he chuckled. Don’t worry he kept his promise and had you bouncing on his dick an hour later in his car making sure your makeup was ruined from your tears of pleasure <3

“Eren?” you asked, breaking him from his thoughts. “Sorry, what was that love?” he mumbled, setting his hands on your waist. The memories of you riding his dick from that night had his slacks feeling a tad bit tighter and you were only to blame. “We should probably head inside” you whispered starting to feel small under his intense stare, you knew that look all too well. Eren silently nodded and grabbed your hand leading the two of you inside. During the entire sermon Eren tried his absolute best to keep his thoughts under control afraid that his growing erection may bring attention to himself but he couldn’t help it! You just looked so damn pretty :(

He imagined it was only the two of you in there, your body laid on one of the pews legs over Eren’s shoulders while he ate you out as if he were a man starved. He loved giving you head honestly if he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs he’d die with no regrets. “Mmm Ren” you would moan so sweetly for him tangling your manicured fingers into his soft locs pulling him closer as you reached your peak-

“Ren” you hissed, tapping his thigh breaking him out of his lewd thoughts. You were enjoying the sermon hanging onto his fathers every word when you suddenly glanced over and saw Eren’s raging boner begging for some attention. Poor baby. “Don’t touch me you’ll make it worse” he whispered clenching his hands into fists. You looked at his flushed appearance, internally melting at the small pout on his face. “Hey Mom, Dad? Eren isn’t feeling too well I’m gonna take him to the bathroom” you whispered making sure you got the ‘okay’ from them before grabbing Eren’s hand and pulling him out of the room (making sure to shield his erection from innocent eyes).

“In here” you whispered, tugging him in the nearest bathroom and into the farthest stall from the door. “What’s gotten into you today love?” you asked taking his hair out of the bun it was in so you could massage his scalp. He hummed, setting his forehead against yours, “nothing just need you…need you so bad Y/N it hurts” he mumbled bunching your dress up in his hands. “What do you need me to do baby use your words” you whispered bringing one of your hands to slowly palm him over his slacks.

“N-need you to touch me.”

That was all you needed to hear before undoing his pants, letting his dick spring out a pearl of precum dribbling from the tip. “Spit” you ordered bringing your small hand up to Eren’s face and of course he obeyed letting a glob of spit fall onto your hand. “You’re so hard Ren” you giggled slowly stroking his cock making sure to squeeze a little tighter every time your hand went over the tip. “Gah- yeah all for you Y/N a-all for you baby” he whimpered, throwing his hand back against the stall door. You left the teasing out for today deciding your poor baby deserved a fulfilling orgasm.

It was rare you got to see this submissive side of Eren so you decided to milk as much of it out of him as you could, the sounds of his whines and whimpers like music to your ears. “You were so spaced out while your dad was talking what were you thinking about Renny” you cooed brushing the stray strands of hair out of his face. He bucked his hips into your hand a loud moan threatening to erupt from his throat. “I-I was thinking about eating you out in the- fuck the p-pews. Thinking o-of making you cum on my tongue” he grunted feeling his orgasm already approaching, “that feels so good baby please make me cum.”

You picked up the pace of your hand, the shclicking sounds getting louder by the minute. “So gooood you’re so good to me Y/N, I love you so fucking much” he moaned not even caring about the volume of his voice anymore. “I love you more Eren you look so pretty like this, makin’ me so wet” you whimpered rubbing your thighs together. There you go again calling him pretty dammit. “Say it again…call me pretty” he grunted, bringing one of his hands under your dress and straight into your panties rubbing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh! Y-you look pretty Renny, always look so pretty can’t believe you’re all mine. Mine mine mine!” you squealed, feeling him push two fingers in your dripping pussy. “That’s right I’m your pretty boy and you’re my pretty girl. My perfect fucking girl get on your knees now unless you want me to ruin your dress” he growled and you wasted no time getting on your knees, sticking your tongue out. You continued to jerk his cock until he came all over your tongue in long, messy spurts. Eren’s chest was heaving up and down, he felt lightheaded the only thing consuming his mind was you and your pussy.

He opened his eyes slowly, a small smile coming onto his lips. Before you could process what was happening Eren jerked your body up bringing you in for a sloppy kiss, “I can’t taste you out there but I can do it in here? Will you let me pretty girl?” he whispered, running his hands slowly up your sides. You nodded and Eren wasted no time backing you against the wall, he knelt and threw your legs over his shoulders making you gasp fingers grabbing onto his tousled hair. “I’m not gonna drop you baby don’t worry I got you” was all he said before ducking his head under your dress the faint smell of peaches and coconut wafting into his nose.

Eren pressed his mouth against your panty clad cunt licking and sucking at the wetness that had seeped through, “fuck” he grunted digging his hands into your plush thighs. He finally pulled your panties to the side wrapping his lips around your swollen clit making your eyes roll back. “Ren…” you mewled slowly, grinding your pussy against his face. It was almost impossible for Eren to breathe but he didn’t care, the only thing on his mind was making you cum all over his awaiting tongue.

Suddenly you heard the door open your blood running ice cold at the sound. “That was amazing Pastor Jaeger sure is something” you heard your mother speak, your eyes widening at the sound of her voice, but that didn’t stop Eren in fact it encouraged him to go faster, his tongue dipping into your dripping entrance while his nose nudged against your clit. “He has such a way with words I’m surprised your daughter didn’t hurry back to hear the rest” you heard another woman speak. You lifted your dress up and were met with Eren already peering up at you a playful glint in his eyes. ‘You gonna cum?’ he mouthed to you and you nodded a pout forming on your lips.

God you wanted to cum so bad but the thought of doing it while you mother was in the same room felt like a one-way trip to hell. “Me too but you know how she is about Eren, the girl is practically a second mother to him” your mother chuckled her words bringing a faint blush to your cheeks. You didn’t even bother looking at Eren knowing he had a shit eating grin on his face. Finally the two women left the room leaving you and Eren alone once again. “H-hurry and make me cum someone might walk in again” you whined practically humping Eren’s face.

Within minutes you were cumming all over his tongue, your thighs shaking in the process. Eren slowly lifted you off of his shoulder, his hands now finding purchase on your hips making sure you didn’t fall. “All better now?” you asked, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. His hair was all messy, face flushed with his lips and chin coated in a thin layer of your cum. “Much better thank you angel you’re honestly too good to me I love you so much” he smiled pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You should be submissive a little more often…I like hearing you whine” you giggle causing Eren to roll his eyes a blush coming onto his face for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. “Yeah fat chance of that ever happening now let’s get out of here” he grumbled knowing good and well if you asked nice enough he’d get on his knees and kiss the ground you walk on. What could he say? He was whipped for his angel.

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Match made in heaven

Request: hi, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of y/n wanting to get matching tattoos with Harry, and it’s just like really cute? If not no worries! But thank you(:

A/N: thank you for the request!! This is just so cute, I hope you like this one! Happy Easter everyone hope everyone has a good time!!

Tw’s: mentions of needles. Pure fluff.

“You know I think I want to get a tattoo… with you.” You murmured, a soft smile tugging at Harry’s lips as he looked at you raising his brows “oh yeah?” You nodded as you kept a hold of his hand your other hand delicately holding the nail varnish brush in between your fingertips as you delicately and carefully painted his fingernails a light blue colour, his eyes were full of adoration as he kept a cheeky smile on his face. You were adorable to say the least and he wasn’t afraid to admit that. “Was hopin’ to get maybe a lyric of yours written on my wrist… but in your handwriting” you murmur stopping for a moment just so you could look into his eyes and he smiles at you his expression softening “that’s so sweet… would make sense you getting a lyric tattooed on you” he said unable to take his eyes off of you “oh yeah? How so?” You ask with a little grin as you continued to gently paint his nails “because you’re the muse of all my songs… every one of them is about you.” He answered you softly using his free hand that had already had been painted and had time to dry to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear lovingly,

“Not the sad ones I hope” you say with a little smile but you found it adorable that he wrote songs about you, it made your heart ache but also yearn for him more and more. “ ‘Course not, but love songs don’t come from nothing… when you’re upset and just wanna be held I use that as a stimuli to write from.” He uttered out his eyes glowing with happiness and warmth before he leaned in pressing a kiss to your lips. “The sad one’s personify more than heartbreak though, sometimes…” he said and you hummed listening to him “often the sad ones describe how I feel when on tour. The immaculate adrenaline before and during the shows but afterwards it’s the end of concert blues I suppose… but also when you’re not there I feel a bit lonely. So instead of eating something after a show and celebrating I go straight to sleep because I know I’ll be back in my happy place all over again…. And be able to make you proud.” He said softly and the more he spoke the more captivated you became. He was just the sweetest. You screw the lid of the nail polish back on as you gently place it down before cupping his cheek in your hand “you’ll always make me proud, H. You’re amazing. And maybe sometime soon I could come along with you on tour, hm? Since I’ll be earning more money and have time off… and the job I have is flexible with working online and stuff so?” You said your words seeming to light something up within him his whole face lighting up “that’s a perfect idea… perfect.”

Later on that day Harry’s friend, Jake had popped over, his friend was a skilled tattooist whom was chill and cool. “Alright you can both get whatever you want… as many as you like for just £10 since you’re both my friends.” His words made Harry chuckle as he shook his head “that’s just ripping you off, man, no way. I’ll pay you something way more than that.” He assured but that was Harry for you… always wanting to make sure that his friends knew their worth. He always brought that to his concerts too- wanting to make sure every single individual in that room was seen, was heard, felt comfortable to be themselves he knew he had a few younger fans and he knew how growing up in a world with such hateful things and issues was draining sometimes and so he wanted to create a safe place for people of all genders, sexes, nationalities, sexuality’s… everything… everyone was human after all but in that room together they were all family. No matter what… those people meant the entire world to him every single one of them and he wanted to get that across to them as best as he possibly could. Spread love, not hate.

You and Harry both decided to get something small first, you got a little ‘H’ just on your wrist, the H accompanied with a few tiny butterflies and Harry got your name tattooed on his ankle, and the first letter of your name just in the centre of where his thumb and index finger met just so whenever he looked down at his hand he could be reminded of you. “It’s so pretty” you complimented with a wide happy smile before you looked towards Jake who was smiling as well. “Could I tattoo Harry?” You soon asked making Jake pause as he looked at his friend as if to make sure he got his consent first “hell yeah, go ahead. Why not.” He said with a soft smile and you grinned gloving up as you took the tattoo gun into your hands, Jake giving you a quick introduction to it and making sure you knew he was there to help at any point. “So what would you like?” You asked looking into Harry’s eyes and he shrugged his shoulders “you choose.” He said with a little grin and you gave him a playful look before nodding “okay- but you have to pick what lyric I have on my body and where.” You say and he nods his head “deal.”

You held onto his wrist gently his hand lightly grasping onto your elbow as if giving you some more leverage to the situation, as if also assuring you, you weren’t hurting him and so you carefully began designing a small tattoo on his skin and as it began to progress more and more the smile on your face began growing and growing until eventually you had finished jake seemingly impressed and you let out a happy laugh “okay look!” You exclaimed excitedly and Harry did just that his eyes landing on the tattoo his eyes instantly lighting up as he let out a soft laugh “oh my gosh… that’s just too sweet…” he said happily and you smiled “the heart symbolises my heart and the plaster symbolises you… you healed my heart.” You said Harry’s eyes locking with yours “oh baby” he murmured giving your hand a squeeze. Yes it was cheesy but he didn’t care… he loved the cheesiness. It made his heart melt and his eyes slightly tear up. You were always so sweet and he absolutely adored it. “Love you so much” he murmured pressing a kiss to your lips as Jake set up the next needle for the tattoo gun and you smiled kissing harry that little bit deeper pulling him close to you “love you more and most” you murmured out against his lips happily and he smiled “forever and always.” He said and slowly pulled back once jake was giving you both a rather playful side eye making you giggle out and Jake rolled his eyes “grosss” he said playfully “alright, you want to tattoo her Harry or want me to?” He asked and Harry was quick to shake his head “you can. You’re professional… besides my hands aren’t steady enough for that. Would be worried to hurt her.” He said and Jake smiled “alright. Show me what to do and I’ll do it.”

And so you sat there whilst Harry showed Jake exactly what he wanted on you, and Jake soon nodded his head Harry coming up behind you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders his hands covering your eyes as you smiled “no peeking allowed sorry” he whispered into your ear as he peppered kisses all down your neck in a loving manner, seemingly doing this to distract the hell out of you because it was most definitely working. The pain on some of the tattoos got that little bit more painful and so you kind of figured why Harry was doing this, he soon left little hickeys on your skin completely distracting you from the slight jabbing pain your fingertips gently locking into his hair as you pressed kisses to his cheek and after a while the tattoos had been done “okay Harry come check these out before I show.” Jake said and Harry did as he was told, his smile saying it all. “They’re perfect… y/n you can look.” He said with a wide smile and so you looked down just at your wrist where three paw prints had been tattooed, you had always told Harry you wanted paw prints tattooed but never had the time- your eyes lighting up “oh my gosh! I love them” but then you looked down to your forearm where a tattoo of lyrics had been drawn “I cant read it” you said with a soft smile and unbeknownst to you Harry had asked that to be done purposely,

“It says ‘just let me adore you’ cute right?” He said a little laugh falling from your lips as you smiled widely, it was written in his hand writing too… just as you had asked. The smile on his face was happy, the personification of happiness and love… “oh my gods… yes super cute” you said blushing harshly as you shook your head playfully. This man and his flirting. A blush remained on your cheeks as you just smiled unable to keep it off of your face “and the last one just here,” he lightly turned your hand over the words written on the back of your hand but on your wrist so it looked like a bracelet and it said ‘you’re enough. You’re beautiful. You’re brave. Believe it’ and you without even thinking about it wrapped your arms around him tightly “it’s perfect… thank you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He always knew how you struggled with your confidence, with your mental health… with your body… with everything for so long but this seemed to make you be seen. Helped you… of course you were much better now and had down days occasionally but this was just perfect. He helped boost your confidence for so long until you believed you were beautiful and now this little tattoo, as simple and personal as it was now meant the entire world to you and you couldn’t be more grateful for him. For how kind he was. For how much love he poured into you… you were so in love with him so much so it hurt and you’d never stop loving him and best thing was you knew his love for you was never ending… he wouldn’t stop loving you either. Whenever you looked at him you felt safe… secure… full of nothing but love and happiness but when you looked at him you also knew one very important thing. You were home. Harry brought you home. He was your home. You and him were a match made in heaven.

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I see being SUPER SECRET about everything has worked out so well for Will & Kate that they had their comms team work on this piece with Roya Nikkhah for The Sunday Times!

A royal source said: “They are at their most open when out interacting with members of the public and I can see a world in which the princess might discuss her recovery out on engagements. If she was going to do it, that’s how she would do it.” A friend says: “They will want to be clear and more open, but they’ll do it when they feel ready. I would expect that to be her instinct and it will be her call. They’re not going to be rushed.”

Sounds like the SUPER SECRET plan to keep everything "private" hasn't worked out when you've become an international laughing stock. International media doesn't have to kiss your ass like the British press! (Let's not forget this entire situation would never even happened if Kate had been photographed leaving the hospital. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!)

Nor should they be, says a source: “In Kate’s case, there is almost nobody else in the world whose face, body, clothes are more judged than hers. So it’s entirely right for them not to want to be drawn into a game about what is going on with her health. What is happening is exactly what they said would happen — she would spend two weeks in hospital and be back after Easter. So what if they haven’t pushed her out there to wave from the back of a car? She is not a show pony.”

"Not a show pony"? I will remember that the next time she gets botox or wears a new outfit. You know those outfits, the ones everyone claims helps British fashion and the like. That IS "a show pony" role.

This entire article sounds like it was created after Will & Kate got a lecture from King Charles on Monday at Windsor regarding the media. If Will & Kate weren't international laughing stocks right now, this article wouldn't have happened.

Oh, and I did notice that they're both going to spend all of the Easter break with their children, including William.

When Kensington Palace announced on January 17 that Kate had undergone abdominal surgery the previous day, the statement made it clear she would remain in hospital for up to two weeks, and “based on the current medical advice” was “unlikely to return to public duties until after Easter.” By this, they meant the end of their children’s school holidays, not the Easter weekend. They return to Lambrook School, near Ascot, on April 17, and Kate is still expected to resume public duties from then, though there are no signals yet as to when or where her first engagement will be. William will also take time away from public duties during their children’s Easter holiday.

Totally makes sense that William needed to pick that fight with the British Army over The Colonel's Review now doesn't it? If Kate was going to start working at the end of April, it was clearly a very necessary move!

Oh, and let's not forget William is taking more time off public duties again! Wouldn't want him to tire out as he is the "10am to 4pm" prince. Wouldn't want his delicate self to break a nail or something.

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The Underworld {5} || Dimitri Belikov

Dimitri Belikov x dhampir!f!reader Summary: A peaceful morning takes a turn when all hell breaks loose and another strigoi attack hits close to home. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, violence. WC: 3279

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

The sun had set hours ago but for the first time in a long time you were in no hurry to leave your apartment and it had everything to do with the man sleeping beside you, his arm draped possessively around your waist. Dimitri was the first man you had let sleep in your bed and you weren’t quite sure what that meant, which left you a little unsettled as you rolled over to face him. It was one thing to take him to the pleasure rooms at The Awakening but a whole nother thing to bring him into your sanctuary.

His lips curled before he even opened his eyes, as if he could feel your stare burning into his skin. “Good morning, kотик.”

You narrowed your eyes at the nickname but his smile only widened, seeing through the mock offence. You would never admit that the endearment was growing on you, but only because it came from his lips. If it were anyone else calling you kitten you would rip them to shreds.

“You stayed.” It was hard to hide your surprised tone as you reached up and brushed back the soft tresses of dark hair that fell over his forehead. “I thought you would be rushing back to protect your royal, the last Dragomir.”

He was almost always gone by the time you woke, his shift within the wards of St Vladimir's requiring his early rising to drive back to the province. “Vasilisa will be preparing for the Easter celebrations,” Dimitri said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Royals only.”

The thought of having him to yourself for the entire day had your temperature soaring and your stomach tumbling. He watched your pupils explode with desire and hooked his hand behind your knee, drawing your leg up over his hip. Your head tipped back as you felt him press at your entrance and he struck you simultaneously, his teeth nipping at your bared throat and his cock filling you with one hard thrust.

Your nails pierced into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer as you rolled your hips to match his strokes, giving and taking, equally matched. This was what made him different from the others, he burned with a passion that rivalled yours and after the ceremony last month he no longer held back. Something had shifted in him that night and the beliefs he had been raised on had slowly begun unravelling with each story he heard from the hunters.

“You don’t want to go to the pleasure room?” you asked, brow pressed against his as your eyes fluttered shut.

A throaty laugh curled your toes and his lips brushed against your when he spoke, “I think this room is pretty pleasurable, don’t you?”

He gripped your hip and changed the angle of his thrust to prove his point, stealing a gasp from you as his long length tried to breach your cervix. Your reply was breathless and barely audible as he quickened his strokes and rode over your sweet spot, the sounds not even able to form words but they still encouraged him to move faster, harder.

His hands roamed your body and the thick calluses littering his fingers and palms teased your skin, sending goosebumps across the surface. He seemed to explore every inch of you with those hands and you moaned in ecstasy as they found every erogenous spot on and in you. It amazed you that the same hands that could so easily take a life could also make you feel so alive.

“You feel amazing wrapped around me,” Dimitri groaned in your ear when your pussy walls fluttered.

“You feel like heaven.” You could feel your heartbeat deep in your core and your orgasm was quickly looming when he rolled you into your back and took control.

His amber eyes were captivating and he stopped his languid rolling movements to murmur, “Heaven isn't some place that we go to when we die. It's that split second in life where you actually feel alive.”

You were stunned at the statement, giddy, but stunned, especially that it came from the man who used the chapel there in the Underground when he couldn’t make it to the province on Sunday mornings. “Isn’t that a bit sacrilege?”

“It’s poetry,” Dimitri said with a chuckle. “I think my soul is still safe.”

“Dimitri: guardian, instructor, poet.” You brushed his hair back from his face with a teasing smile. “That’s quite the resume.”

“You forgot one.” He caught your wrist and pinned it to your pillows as he rocked hard into you. “Guardian, instructor, poet, boyfriend.”

Your toes curled and your back arched as released washed over you, his name filling the room as you cried out. He shuddered and let go with a roar, relinquishing his own release when your pussy tightened around him.

Dimitri kissed you sweetly before resting his forehead on yours, enjoying the feel of your aftershocks teasing his cock. “Guess you like that title.”

You smirked as you slipped out of the bed to head to your bathroom, feeling him follow behind. “It’s not bad.”

“Not bad?”

You laughed as he moved to catch you but you danced away. The laughter died on your lips as a blaring alarm broke out in your room and the tv monitors flashed away from live feed of the terrain outside.

“What is that?” Dimitri was already racing to grab his clothes and dress in record time but you were in a trance.

“Strigoi attack.” Your voice was cold and detached as you grabbed your own clothes and saw Dimitri release his stake from the sheath. “Not here.”

Across the tv screen the message was repeated, each time it left you feeling sicker and sicker. Code Black: St James’ Academy

“I have to go,” you muttered as you opened your front door to find Sam about to knock.

“They are going to be fine, they are smart kids and they were trained well,” Sam said before you could say anything, but her voice trembled with the same fear that clenched your chest.

“Who do you know at St James’?” Dimitri asked, his fists clenched and shaking at his sides.

You opened your lips but you couldn’t answer as a sob broke instead. Sam answered for you, talking as she pulled you from your room and heading down the hall to the garage. “Her nieces go there.”

Dimitri’s eyes hardened, knowing how little family you had left in the world. “I’m coming with you.”

“The guardians will all be heading to the Royal Court,” you said over your shoulder, knowing that protocol called every guardian back to protect the people they deemed most valuable. “Can you go against your orders, Guardian Belikov?”

“It’s night, the strigoi could still be close to the school,” Dimitri said weakly, “I can’t let you go there alone.”

“She won’t be alone,” Sam argued, her hand squeezing yours in reassurance.

A new determination set in his dark eyes and a familiar rage burned beneath the surface. “Well, now you both have back up, and a driver.”

You found Boris with the rest of your team, gearing up and preparing a tactical assault plan. It was taking up time you didn’t have and he barely managed to call out stop before you were a passenger in your own car, Dimitri tearing out of the garage like the Hellcat he drove.

St James’ was an hour drive away from Court and the Underworld, an hour that seemed to drag on for days. The silence was occasionally broken by Sam offering words of encouragement but even those began to die out as the lights of St James' Province started to glow from over the last mountain range.

Dozens of SUVs blocked the gates to the school and you spotted a familiar face standing behind a ring of guardians, talking on the phone, no doubt using his affiliations to get information and relay it to the families who paid him handsomely. The car had barely stopped moving when you leapt out and raced to the Moroi, his guardians tensing as they watched the dense trees for strigoi and ignored your presence completely.

“It’s been a while, little huntress,” Abe said with a chuckle. “Let me guess, you want access. Sorry, sweetheart, this is a crime scene, guardians only.”

“Who is this guy?” Dimitri asked Sam quietly behind you.

“Seriously? You don’t know Abe Mazur?”

Dimitri stepped up to your side and couldn’t quite hide the assessing look he gave the Moroi, probably only adding to his unchecked ego. “Thought he was just a ghost story.”

Abe grinned at the thought and waved you through. “I won’t tell you if you don’t.” He caught your hand as you passed him, surprisingly strong for a Moroi, the smile long gone from above his goatee. “They haven’t found any survivors,” he said bitterly, “but, I didn’t see their names on the lists.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your thanks, continuing on your way even though you wanted to lay down and weep. “I owe you one, zmey.”

“Two actually,” he corrected over his shoulder. “Boris called when you showed up, I may have told him my men would stop you if they saw you. Seen anything?”

His guardians were still pointedly staring away from you and all muttered a series of ‘no’s’. If most of your remaining family weren’t somewhere within those walls you might have smiled but there was nothing entertaining about the situation.

“Where do we start?” Sam asked.

The school was busy with the guardians that could be spared carrying bodies to the central courtyard and others dumping strigoi bodies in a pile on the field to be burned. There were hardly any strigoi on the pile, the school taken by surprise in its attack, there just wasn’t enough time to fight back.

“The twins are Air and Earth users.” You turned to a guardian wiping her eyes and asked, “Is there a lake on the grounds or any caves?”

“There’s a pond past the novice training area.” She rubbed her eyes and paid a little more attention, “Wait, who are you?”

“Reinforcements.” You didn’t wait for her follow up question, you were already sprinting towards the novice block and beyond. Even in the dark on a moonless night, the pond seemed too dark. It was as if the water were absorbing all light and hiding its treasure in its depth.

“Zoey! Fleur! Hana!” You screamed across the pond, your voice echoing into the night and begged for any sign of them. “Come on, come on, please…”

Tears began to blur your vision as the water remained still. Another minute passed and you couldn’t just sit there doing nothing. You hadn’t paid the Moroi in the Underworld to train the girls during the school holidays for nothing, it was preparing them for something terrible like this.

You peeled your clothes off, ignoring the questioning look Dimitri gave you before returning to his scanning of the perimeter with Sam. The water was freezing as you dove under and swum towards the centre where the pond would be deepest. Down, down, where the silent pressure built and your ears popped, you kept swimming, through the burn in your lungs.

Suddenly, a sharpened rock rocketed towards you and you just managed to turn and take the stabbing pain in your shoulder. The little air you had left erupted from your mouth with a muted scream. You needed to swim back to the surface before you passed out but all you could focus on was the three little faces coming into focus as you drifted down into the abyss.

“Aunty!” You gulped greedily at a bubble of air that enveloped your face and you found thin arms curling around you. “You came for us.”

A sob of joy broke from you as you cupped Zoey’s face, wiping the clammy sweat from her forehead as she concentrated on drawing oxygen from the water and replenishing the air bubble. “I’m so proud of you, all of you.”

Fleur was being eaten by the guilt of hurting you, her eyes fixated on the shard of rock piercing your shoulder. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“I thought you were a strigoi, I’m so sorry,” she cried as she wrapped her arms around you too.

Hana, just a first year novice, was standing protectively at her sisters’ backs, protecting them like it was ingrained in her DNA. Pride swelled in your chest at the sight of her little fists raised to the darkness beyond, tears streaming down her cheeks but fearless nonetheless.

You gently moved between the twins, towards their half sister. “Come on, little one, your shift is over. My friends are waiting for us up there.”

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes as she looked across the murky water. “We have to get the others.”

Fluer curled her hand and the earthy sediment beneath your feet swirled, bringing closer dozens of pairs of feet anchored within and an air pocket around each head. Scared faces stared back at you, all of the children focusing on you as the adult.

“I know we aren’t meant to use offensive magic and you are probably going to get in trouble for letting us train-” Fluer murmured in apology but you cut it off.

“Fuck the rules,” you said with a choked laugh. “Look how many you guys saved! Let’s get up there before Dimitri tries to come after me.”

“Is he one of your friends?” Hana asked, always intrigued to hear about the hunters and guardians.

“More like boyfriend.” Zoey winked knowingly to Fluer before addressing her twin directly. “Release the anchors, it’s getting hard to hold the magic.”

The pond bed settled against the floor and the air bubbles began to pull each student up through the water to pop at the surface. Only once everyone was safely above did Zoey push her arms up and you started to float after them.

Your head broke the surface and it was only with a gulp of fresh air that you noticed the air pockets were growing stale as the magic weakened. Twisting around, you found your bearings and faced Dimitri who was halfway undressed and staring wide eyed at the sudden burst of students in the pond.

You caught Hana and turned on your back so she could keep her exhausted head above water and shouted to the others around you, “Water users, create a current to help everyone to shore.”

A boy who looked around the same age as the twins and had eyes the colour of the sea pushed his hand towards the shore and the water swelled, pushing you closer with a wave. One look at Zoey’s proud smile told you she had a hand in teaching the illegal magic to the young man, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care when he was helping.

You were almost at the shore when a strong arm thrust across your vision and pulled Hana from your arms before helping Zoey and Fluer up next. “Thank you,” you panted to Dimitri before swimming back to the ones lagging behind.

When the last child was out of the water you found fires already burning thanks to the fire users and Abe was taking control of the situation. In that moment you were grateful he was there to coordinate the guardians around the camp, you were far too cold and tired to do anything but drag yourself from the water and sit on the edge.

Your head was resting on your knees when a towel was draped over your shoulders and Dimitri took a seat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and sharing his warmth.

“I told you he’s her boyfriend,” Zoey whispered loudly as your nieces approached with their own towels swaddled tightly around them.

You turned to smile when you noticed fresh blood on the grass and immediately stiffened to attention. It was Dimitri’s soft kiss to your nape and his quiet words that calmed you, “Three strigoi returned while you were under, but the hunters arrived in time and they were taken care of. Boris is pissed.”

“Anyone hurt? Sam?”

He shook his head and pointed across the pond to where Sam was walking the makeshift perimeter. “The guardians, we have our training and structure but I have never seen anything like what I saw today. I didn’t think the stories were an exaggeration but I still didn’t quite believe them. You guys really earned the name Death Squad.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said proudly, leaning back into his chest to kiss his jawline before Hana fake gagged and muttered ‘gross’. “There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Dimitri.”

Dimitri rose up and pulled you with him so he could greet your nieces properly, his innate properness when dealing with Moroi coming out. “Nice to meet you. What you all did, the stories of tonight will go down in history.”

Hana beamed up at Dimitri, a novice completely enamoured by the famous guardian. “I knew the queen would send the best to save us.”

Your smile faltered and the twins outright cringed but kept their opinions to themselves, knowing full well the royals wouldn’t have voluntarily sent their best into an unknown situation. They had one priority, and non-royal Moroi and dhampirs were not that.

“You three will come back with me until we figure out what to do next.” You gripped the twins' shoulders gently. “Your tutors will be more than happy to hear how much you have improved. And you,” you turned to Hana, “Boris has missed his sparring partner.”

Zoey worried on her bottom lip. “Will you send us to another academy?”

“I don’t know. The Underworld isn’t really suitable for children.” Dimitri hid a scoff behind a cough that you pointedly ignored.

“We are going to be 16 this year,” Fleur argued.

“All the more reason to keep you away,” you murmured before speaking louder to them. “We can talk further when we get home. For now, stick close to Boris and I’ll go pack your bags.”

“I’ll come with you,” Dimitri said after escorting the girls to Boris’ side.

You knew you were going to have one hell of a talking to when you got back to base but in the meantime he gave you a tight smile that let you know he was glad to see you were alive.

“I’m going to have a hard time getting out of St Vladimir’s Province once I go back.” Dimitri pulled you to a stop, as you reached the elementary novice dorm where Hana stayed. “But, if you find a lead on who did this and plan to hunt them, then I’ll be there.”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands, savouring the feel of his stubble against your palms. “Hold on to that rage, Dimitri, let it take your mind to dark places, places that scare you. That is how we embrace our darkness.”

He rested his forehead against yours, sharing a quiet moment in the midst of the chaotic night. He let you tremble against his chest with the tears that had been building since the alarm had broken the peaceful morning spent with him, his arms being the strength that kept you upright when your legs buckled.

“Sorry,” you choked as you turned away embarrassed of your breakdown.

“I told you I wanted you to show me everything.” Dimitri’s arms caught your waist and turned you to face him so he could kiss the tears away. “These included.”

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Tonight is the Vigil of Easter, a service where we hear readings from the Bible regarding God's deliverance of His people (e.g., the flight from Egypt and the path through the Red Sea), the reading of the Passion (the description of Jesus's condemnation and crucifixion), and the Resurrection. Catechumens (the people who wish to become Catholics and have been taking instruction) will be baptized, and others confirmed. It's a time of mingled sorrow, hope and joy--the coming of Easter.

For the moment, I thought I'd post the following snip from BEES (the chapter titled "Metanoia"), as it's rather apropos. (Tomorrow, I'll post a new excerpt as an Easter egg. <g>)

A stack of these broadsides had been left on the breakfast table; he’d caught a glimpse of one headline as Germain had gathered them up and tapped the pages tidily into order before putting them in his bag:

THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION OF HENRY HUGHES Who Suffered Death on the Twelfth of June, Anno Domini 1779 ...

No stranger to the excesses of the daily press—the things Fergus printed were in fact not that different in character or intent from the tabloid papers of his own time—he had been struck by one factor peculiar to this time: to wit, the fact that the condemned men (and the occasional woman) were always accompanied by a clergyman on their journey toward the gallows. Not just a private pre-execution visit to give prayers and comfort, but to climb Calvary alongside the condemned.

_What would I say to him_, he wondered, _if I should find myself called to accompany a man to his execution?_ He’d seen men killed, seen people die, certainly; much too often. But these were natural—if sometimes sudden and catastrophic—deaths. Surely it was different, a healthy man, sound of body, filled with life, and facing the imminent prospect of being deprived of that life by the decree of the state. Worse, having one’s death presented as a morally elevating public spectacle.

It struck Roger suddenly that he’d _been_ publicly executed, and the milk and French toast shifted at the sudden memory.

_Aye, well…so was Jesus, wasn’t He?_ He didn’t know where that thought had come from—it felt like something Jamie would say, logical and reasonable—but it flooded him at once with unexpected feeling.

It was one thing to know Christ as God and Savior and all the other capital-letter things that went with that. It was another to realize with shocking clarity that, bar the nails, he knew exactly how Jesus of Nazareth had felt. Alone. Betrayed, terrified, wrenched away from those he loved, and wanting with every atom of one’s being to stay alive.

_Well, now you know what you’d say to a condemned man on his way to the gallows, don’t you?_

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sorry you're not having a very nice time, friend:( but! i'm here to send some more superstore stuff if that's alright! :)

Kelly;

seems to be a big fan of lifetime/hallmark movies, so i just imagine her setting up a movie night! making popcorn and bringing out the warmest blankets to make sure you stay cozy while watching the movie.

she also just seems like the type to go all out for any holiday! like having a small easter egg hunt at easter, or dressing you up in cute matching costumes at halloween! she'd definitely be the type to get personalized stockings with your name on them for christmas, and do adorable little christmas crafts.

Jonah;

small hc that after the golden globes party, jonah was just so excited to show kelly all of the old commercials she hadn't seen so he could rant about them and so that she would 'be in the know'.

also just the quote, "i never yell. even when i'm mad. i just push it down really deep, and then sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night panicked and sweaty for no reason. " it just seems like something that would cause him to regress. i like to think it was something that happened while he was still with kelly (since he said it after they had broken up), and she helped calm him down afterwards. just like she'd do after a nightmare.

*weep* thank u for this TwT

I've been missing superstore stuff hehuhehe

This somehow spawned a whole little fic,, so,,, for everyone's reading pleasure

I'd say it's more agere adjacent than anything explicitly mentioned, but I really really love the idea of Kelly jumping to calm Jonah down like "No questions asked, you're getting a kissy on the head. Ok, goodnight."

cw: brief description of anxiety

Kelly turned over in bed, throwing her arm over her face. What time was it?! And why was she awake again?? She tried to glance at her alarm clock, only to realize it wasn't there. Moreover, she wasn't in her own bed, or her own home for that matter. She'd been spending the night with Jonah more often than not recently. She almost let herself drift back to sleep when she remembered why she'd been woken up in the first place.

She propped herself up to look at her partner through sleepy eyes.

Kelly startled slightly when she saw the state he was in. Sitting upright against the headboard, staring at the opposite wall, hardly breathing. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. His blankets had been kicked far from where they should be, and Kelly could see him trembling even in the dark.

“Jonah..?” Kelly whispered, not wanting to scare her boyfriend. “Did you have a nightmare, what's wrong?” Jonah physically flinched when she spoke up, which sent a pang of something unpleasant straight to Kelly's stomach.

“I'm-good. No nightmare. I'm fine, I'm good I'm-” Jonah's hasty response caught in his throat and he brought his hands up to hide his face. He fell silent again, and all Kelly could hear was his ragged breathing. She tentatively placed a hand on his back, like her own mother had done when she'd had a bad dream as a kid. She felt her boyfriend sob silently in response.

“Whatever it was, um, you're safe here? Yeah?” The sleepy fog in Kelly's brain was steadily lifting as she tried to understand the situation. She moved her hand in slow circles against Jonah’s back in an attempt to comfort him. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and turned to look at her, still teary. “S’ too much, sometimes,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and small, “..everything.”

Kelly nodded. She understood. “Oh, I know,” she cooed, “you've been dealing with so much lately. Work's been crazy and with trying to find a place to live and-”, she stopped in her tracks. “C’mere.”

Jonah readily let himself be pulled into her arms, immediately tucking his face against her neck. Kelly noticed how tense he felt, and instinctively began to rock slightly from side to side. One of her hands found purchase in his hair, her baby blue manicured nails drawing soothing circles across his scalp. She pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “You don't have to think about any of that now.” She whispered.

They stayed like that for a while as Jonah's racing heartbeat slowed down, his muscles relaxed bit by bit - certainly aided by Kelly's expert comfort. Until, eventually, he just felt like a pile of sleepy goop in her embrace, instead of an anxious mess.

“Thanks”, he mumbled against her, feeling his cheeks heat up with the embarrassment of the whole situation. He felt so stupid and immature, like he should have rejected the comfort she offered and just…dealt with it. Like he always did.

Jonah shifted to sit beside Kelly, vehemently avoiding eye contact. “You should go back to sleep now. Sorry- sorry I woke you up.”

Kelly wasn't having that. She turned Jonah's face up with a gentle touch of her hand to make sure he was listening. “You don't have to go through everything by yourself, Pumpkin.” Kelly mentally kicked herself for letting the sillu pet name slip, but Jonah didn't seem to mind. He only responded with a tight-lipped nod, not wanting to cry again. She was just so sweet. Kelly gave a small smile before settling back down into her pillow. She held the corner of her blanket up, and Jonah accepted the invitation, crawling underneath and letting Kelly pull him close again.

…maybe it wasn't so bad to be fussed over.

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #safe agere #agedre #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere headcanons #superstore agere #agere fanfic #agere drabble #agere writing #agere ask #agere ask answer

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heir-less · 1 year

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I was going to post about Kate outshining C&C on Easter (Camilla's first Windsor Easter service period, not even as Queen) to distract from that leak. Remember, folks, it's totally alright for Kate to bring her four-year-old press magnet and wear bright blue with clashing red nail polish in order to make her the centre of attention and have all the headlines about her and Louis.

She's never an attention seeker for doing these things. Notice the double standards. Meanwhile, Meghan doesn't go to an event and she's still accused of being exactly that. Louis continues to be the royal child stealing the spotlight and being branded "cheeky" (for doing what exactly?) They are already painting labels on him and singling him out from his siblings.

#kate #royal children #and when i call louis a press magnet i don't mean that to disrespect him #i mean it because it's true #all the front pages are about louis and kate with the older kids not even making the cut #everyone is talking about how cute he is and his little shorts . . . thus drawing more attention to kate being a good mom #this happened with charlotte a little as well . . . but she's not on the front pages . . . is she?

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empire-at-war · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 24

kink of the day: Three or Moresome

additional kinks/warnings: sex party, exhibitionism & voyeurism, recreational drug use, aphrodisiacs

characters: Sith!Silvass and many, many other characters (@lhunuial, @kaosstar, @starrealis, @askshivanulegacy)

A/N: Some self indulgent fun with Sith!AU Silvass, who gets to enjoy the company of many different people at one of Shidohro's famous sex parties. Have fun finding all the cameos and easter eggs in this rather lengthy piece.

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Silvass wiped his mouth and pressed a quick kiss on the inside of Shidohro's thighs, stroking her long legs until she was completely relaxed. He was in no hurry to get up, he didn't mind kneeling for her.

“Hm, you look so good like this,” he murmured against her soft skin, looking up at her satisfied smile. “Your beauty is beyond compare.” Shidohro cupped his face in her hands, pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “You're such a flatterer.”

She finally released him, let her eyes travel over his scantily clad body as he stood in front of her, clearly conflicted about whether she should let him go. “I'm glad you made it though. I always look forward to welcoming you at my parties.”

“I'm honored by your invitation, as always.” He bowed and winked at her, ignoring the looks he got from the Zabrak and the Zeltron sitting on either side of her. Einan was more controlled, his dislike hidden by a polite smile. Drax on the other hand... if looks could kill, Silvass would probably be dead by now. He grinned at them as he took his leave, promising Shidohro that he would come by later during the party. After that he wandered around a bit, taking a drink from one of the servants, admiring his sculpted chest and extensive piercings. He didn't bother tying his silk robe in the front as sipped from the spiced wine and let his eyes roam over the party, which was in full swing by now. A handsome Sith walked by with a human on a leash, and Silvass found himself staring at the young man's flushed face and the red marks on his ass.

The best thing about Shidohro's famous parties wasn't the food or the wine or the decorations, no, it was her guests. Invitations were highly coveted among Dromund Kaas' high society, but Shidohro always hand picked the chosen ones. And Shidohro had a great and very exclusive taste in all things that mattered.

Silvass recognized many familiar faces in the crowd. Lord Vowrawn was the guest of honor, drawing most of the attention tonight. Of course Mala was here too, either in her position as head of Shidohro's security or to enjoy her day off. Their eyes met briefly, before she flashed him a smile and left with a tall stranger.

Before he could decide where to go next, someone approached him from behind. Small hands, sharp nails, he immediately knew who he was dealing with, even though he had never bothered to learn her name. Shidohro's youngest apprentice was such a feral little creature. Insatiable, irritable, and never patient enough to wait for her turn. The small Zabrak grabbed his hair and pulled his head down for a ferocious kiss, almost making him spill his drink. She growled and bit his lips when he pushed her against a wall. “Nice to meet you too.” He chuckled at her attempts to get him to fuck her. There was something endearing about the way she demanded his attention, the way she wrapped one leg around his waist, squirming to get his half-hard cock inside of her. Silvass vividly remembered the last time he'd fucked her, how loud she had been and how many times she had come on his cock, clawing at his back in ecstasy. She was always too demanding for her station, but stars, did she love being put in her place. So he obliged her, fucked her against the wall until her eyes rolled back in her skull and she cried out, a quick and satisfying encounter to start this evening off.

He barely had time to clean himself up before he saw another familiar face in the crowd, one he hadn't seen in a long time. Zesira was breathtakingly beautiful, many said even more so than her sister, a fact she loved to be reminded of. At the same time, she was nothing like Naya.

As soon as she recognized him, a grin lit up her beautiful face. Silvass followed her into one of the private rooms, where she made herself comfortable in the middle of a huge bed, relaxing in a nest of embroidered cushions, surrounded by her admirers. Her lingerie wasn't designed to cover but instead to show off the best features of her body. Silvass recognized a few of her companions, but not the man who came up behind her, kissed her shoulder. A Mirialan like herself. Big, strong, serious. Very pretty in an angry sort of way.

“Silvass! I had hoped to see you today,” Zesira purred as he sat down next to her. “Would you like to join us for a bit?” She ran her hand down his chest, chuckling when she reached his soft cock. “I'd love nothing more.” He traced the lace of her bra with the tip of his finger, regretting now that he had just finished inside of Shidohro's overeager apprentice. But if he knew anything about Zesira, it was that she was very patient, the complete opposite of the Zabrak girl. Remembering a few of the things they had done together made him smirk. “I'm sure I can be of assistance until I have... fully recovered.” “I might be able to help you with that.” Naya's sister laughed softly and leaned closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. Her lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine, and as they moved against his he immediately recognized the taste. A powerful aphrodisiac commonly referred to as “red mist.” Silvass knew its effects well. Zesira parted her lips, moaned into his mouth, coaxing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as he followed her lead the cloying taste got even stronger, overwhelming his senses. The drug was potent and didn't take long to work. By the time their kiss ended, his heart was beating faster and his cock was harder than it had been all evening, throbbing and burning to be touched. “Hm, that's a promising start,” she laughed and laid back on her cushions, spreading her legs shamelessly for him. He was inside of her in a heartbeat, moaning at the delicious sensations, all of them enhanced and intensified by the drug. Her skin was so soft, her cunt so wet and tight, he felt like he could get lost in her flesh at any moment. He couldn't talk, but he loved the way she kept urging him on, despite there being no need for it. He fucked her with deep, long thrusts, squeezed her perfect breasts and showered her with kisses until she shivered and cried out. As if her moans were a signal, a few of her admirers joined them on the bed, touching her and worshiping her like she deserved. A blue skinned Twi'lek lavished her breasts with kisses, a young man came up behind her to kiss her neck. Several others joined them, their hands all over them. Others were pleasuring themselves, some of them so ecstatically that Silvass had to slow down and watch. There was a pureblood woman with dark purple skin right next to him, and she was pleasuring herself in a way that was so wildly sensual he couldn't look away.

A young man with a flushed face kissed him on the lips, and he could taste traces of the same substance there, distracting him for a moment. Long enough that he didn't notice the slick and slippery cock pressing against his ass. Only when the blunt head pierced him did he fully grasp what was happening. The blonde Mirialan, Zesira's new lover he reminded himself, pushed all the way in, not particularly gentle but with surprising urgency, his breath hot on Silvass' shoulder. Silvass saw the smirk on Zesira's treacherous lips, and he didn't begrudge her her little games. Not when they got him fucked by such a delicious, fat cock. He groaned and thrust back against the man, then forward into Zesira's heat. Stars, yes. This was exactly why he loved Shidohro's parties so much.

#kinktober 22 #kinktober day 24 #swtor ocs #chiss #sith!au #sith!silvass #zesira #shidohro #richtor #and so many others #so many!#kaosstar #lhunuial #starrealis #this got really long #and smutty

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