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#Babylon 5#Babylon5edit#Susan Ivanova#Marcus Cole#Susan x Marcus#Claudia Christian#Jason Carter#my edits
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There’s 3 main types of relationships on Babylon 5:
I will die for you
I will live for you
I will kill you for you
#who are queue? what do queue want?#for once it’s not an incorrect quote#babylon 5#b5#my main examples include:#susan x marcus#john x delenn#londo x g’kar#life & death & everything in between
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Someone needs to write Susan Ivanova and Marcus Cole Fanfic. I have read all the ones on archive of our own and even written a couple myself. I just love these two so much and want them to live on and get to be in a relationship together like they deserved. I love these two so much!
#susan ivanova#marcus cole#babylon 5#Babylon 5 season 4#Commander Susan Ivanova#Marova#Marcus Cole x Susan Ivanova
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Trust is for the Weak
Ghost face!Schlatt x Fem reader
Requested by: none
Warnings: Sexual content! Blood, mentions of death, swearing, Schlatt cuz damn! Knife kink! Jealous!Schlatt, use of marijuana.
A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!
@goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️
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October 1999
Y/n sat on her couch watching the news, her best friends all chilling with her in her livingroom. Schlatt beside her, Ted on the floor in front of her, Travis and a couple others on Y/n's second couch.
"Marcus Kent and Susan Gillette were found dead last night on the grounds of Timson highschool, the two students were said to have multiple stab wounds. The murderer has not yet been found, police say they have no leads at this time."
Y/n clicked off the TV, her gaze dropped to the floor and her eyes filled with tears.
"Susan, why did it have to be Susan?" She whispered.
Schlatt slowly wrapped his arm around Y/n and pulled her into a hug, gently rubbing circles against her back.
"Fuck her boyfriend." She sobbed. "That asshole disserved it, but Suse? Why the fuck would someone do this?"
"Shh, it's okay." Schlatt whispered. "They'll find who did this."
Ted turned towards her, setting his hand on her thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Schlatt had to hold back from pushing his hand away and pulling Y/n onto his lap, he hated when other men touched her. Even if it was just a friendly gesture, he wanted Y/n! He was always there for her, he always comforted her when she cried, even if it was over the phone, or he had to drive an hour to be there in person. Schlatt was there for her no matter what.
Y/n pulled away from the hug, giving him a smile and wiping her tears.
"Well, we're out of here." Wilbur said, throwing his arm around Tubbo and walking out the door.
Ted and Travis fallowed after saying their goodbyes, but Schlatt stayed behind.
"You gonna be okay?" He asked, slowly making his way into the kitchen with her.
"I'll be fine, it's just hard hearing that a friend was just killed...you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Schlatt came up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm your friend...right?" He asked.
Y/n turned around, a confused look on her face.
"Yes, of course. Why are you asking that?"
"Nothing, Ive just seen you and Ted lately and I'm wondering if something's going on between the two of you."
"Pfft, Ted Nivison? No...but why are you wondering."
"I'm afraid you're gonna start calling him for comfort, instead of me. That you'll look to him in a time of need and I'll just have to watch."
Tears filled Y/n's eyes, she would never push Schlatt aside. He was her best friend and she loves when he's around, being near him always made her calm and very happy. Y/n stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss against his cheek.
"Id never abandon you like that, Schlatt." She said. "And nothing is or will ever be going on between me and Ted. I promise you that."
___
"So apparently people are saying that the killer is someone who goes to this school." Wilbur whispered.
"And I've heard that there's actually two killers, because there's no way that only one person could've killed Marcus and Susan." Carson cut in.
Y/n rolled her eyes, "Well I heard we have a test on Friday, so we all better get to studying."
"Some say...it could even be the person closest to you."
She gave Carson a dirty look, "Okay, so it's probably your mommy."
The rest of the table laughed as Carson's face turned red.
As the day went on more people started freaking out, they kept saying how the killer is probably someone close to you, or at least someone you know. Y/n was sitting in class, bored out of her mind when the principal came on the speaker.
"I regret to inform you, authorities have found Kristen Oakley dead in her backyard. It appears to have been the same person or people who killed Marcus and Susan."
The class went silent and Y/n clenched her fist, tears threatening to fill her eyes. She knew Kristen, they had been friends for two years. Y/n, Susan, and her had just made plans to go down to the roller skating rink today...but now, that's not happening.
Y/n stood up, grabbing her book bag and walking out of the classroom. She went outside into the cool crisp autumn air, spinning around when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey." Ted said. "You just left and I wanted to see if you were okay...are you?"
Y/n nodded, "Yeah, I just had plans with both Susan and Kristen...and now their gone. Those girls were like my sisters, what the hell is going on!?"
He stepped closer, he pulled her into a warm embrace and rested his chin on top of her head.
"It's alright, what were you guys gonna do?"
"Go to the roller skating rink."
"Tell you what, I'll go with you."
Y/n looked up at him, "What!?"
"Yeah, I'll go with you. I don't think the girls would want you to go home sad."
Y/n smiled, "Alright, we were gonna go at 6 after school."
"I'll pick you up."
Schlatt clenched his teeth, watching Y/n and Ted through the classroom window. His heart was racing, the thought of them getting together was eating at him. Imagining Ted's hands roaming her body as she whimpers his name, made Schlatt want Ted as his next victim.
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Y/n and Ted laughed, doing spins and dancing on the rink to the song playing. The two brought smiles to people's faces, Ted lifted her and brought her back down slowly as the song ended.
"I didn't know you could skate." Y/n giggled.
"I didn't know either."
They skated till the rink closed, Ted drove her home and walked her to her door.
"I had a great night." He whispered, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"So did I." Y/n's words to Schlatt kept playing in her head.
"Nothing is or will ever be going on between me and Ted, I promise you that."
Y/n lowered her brows, remembering the relieved look on his face.
"I promise you that."
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Ted asked.
"Yeah, I'll be at school."
Y/n watched as he went back to his car and drove off, she made her way inside and shut the door behind her just as the phone began to ring. She ran over to the phone on the wall, taking it down and holding it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Did you have a fun time?" A deep scratchy voice asked from the other side of the phone.
"I beg your pardon."
"You and your little boyfriend skating together, that's cute."
A chill ran down Y/n's spine, "Who are you?"
"Funny, that's what Kristen asked before I shoved my knife in her gut."
Y/n's eyes widened and her knees went weak, she leaned against the wall, attempting to stabilize herself.
"Why?" She whispered.
"Cuz she was a mouthy little bitch, thinking she could strut around like a whore. Well she got the attention she wanted, just not from who she wanted."
Y/n slid down the wall, her breath shaky.
"And you killed Susan and Marcus?"
"No, I didn't."
"Who then?"
"Him."
The phone suddenly cut out and Y/n heard her door creak open. She stood up, slowly made her way over to the door and sure as shit it was wide open for all to see.
"Fuck." She whispered, turning and going to the back door and running outside. Y/n made it around the house and peaked through one of the windows, she saw a tall figure with a ghost mask on and a black robe with a hood, and a sharp knife in their hand.
Y/n slowly tip toed up her porch and grabbed her bookbag, shutting the door and running down the street. She pounded her fist against Carson's door, waking him up. He pulled it open only to be nearly trampled by Y/n.
"I need to use your phone."
"Why?"
"I just need to!"
Y/n snatched it off the wall and punched in 911.
"911, what's your emer-"
"Hi yeah, I'm Y/n Y/L/n. I just had to run to a friend's house, but I just got a call from someone claiming to have killed Kristen Oakley. And I had to sneak out of my house because I caught a glimpse of someone in my kitchen with a knife, they were wearing a long black robe with a hood, and they had a plastic ghost mask on. The only thing I could tell you about their physique is that they were at least 6'3 and up."
"Alright, I'm sending a couple cops down there, what is your address?"
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Y/n came out of the interrogation room after giving a report, she sat down and waited for any sign that she could leave.
"Hey." Schlatt's voice said from behind her.
Y/n smiled, "Hey!"
She threw herself out of her chair, and wrapped him in a hug. "What are you doing here?"
"Carson said they took you down to the station so I came over to see if you're alright."
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Ehem, Miss Y/L/n." The sheriff said.
"Yeah?"
"You can leave, but we're gonna have a patrol up and down your street tonight for your protection. Alright?"
"Okay, thank you."
Y/n grabbed her bag, "Could you drive me home, Schlatt?"
"You don't gotta ask twice."
The two walked out of the police station and over to his car, they hopped in and started towards her house.
"I'm glad you're okay, Y/n. I don't know what I would've done if I lost you." He said, his voice rather quiet.
"I might need someone to protect me tonight..."
She gave him a teasing look.
Schlatt's heart raced, he smiled and laced his fingers through her's.
"I'll protect you, my lady."
"With your life?"
"With my life."
They pulled up in front of her house, slowly Y/n opened the front door and stepped though. She grabbed the coat rack and held it like a baseball bat, ready to swing.
"Alright! You son of a bitch! You pull some shit in the genre of killing me, I'll kill you right fuckin back!"
Schlatt let out a laugh, "That's one hell of a threat."
Y/n set down the rack, "Hey, I'll do it too."
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Y/n's alarm clock rang from upstairs, she opened her eyes to find her and Schlatt snuggled up together on her couch.
"Good morning." She whispered.
"Mmm, good morning. I gotta go home and get ready for school."
"You can get ready here."
"And go in the clothes I'm wearing? No, I can't."
Y/n made a pouty face and crossed her arms.
"No, I can't. No matter how cute you may be, I can't stay."
Once they sat up and he was out the door, Y/n ran upstairs and threw herself together. She was out in time for Wilbur and Tubbo to pull up and honk their horn.
"Hello, luv." Wilbur shouted as Y/n slid into the back seat.
They were almost to school when they saw police lights and caution tape. Wilbur stopped and the three got out of the car, Y/n looked around to see a boy sprawled out on the lawn.
"Mike Thormon." Wilbur said. "That's shit, he was a nice guy. He had a major crush on you Y/n."
"I didn't know him, we just sat next to each other in history."
"Come on." Tubbo said, gripping both of their arms. "Let's get to school."
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Y/n was walking down the hall on the way to the restroom when she heard footsteps behind her, she kept turning around but no one was there. She pushed the door open and hid behind it, waiting for whoever was fallowing her to come in.
After about twenty seconds, the door opened and in stepped a tall person in that same black robe.
She held her breath and waited for them to walk further into the bathroom.
The door closed and she was right out in the open, against her better judgement she decided to speak up.
"Who the fuck are you?" She asked, startling the person. "You're obviously a guy, cuz of how fuckin tall you are and your body type."
Y/n stepped closer, fear completely slipping away.
"I wanna know why you killed them, it seems to me that you're going for people who I have ties to. Who are you gonna go after next? Ted? Carson? Wilbur? Schl-" She stopped, realizing how many people she could lose.
The man tilted his head, taking a step closer. Y/n took two back and this cycle kept repeating until her back hit the wall, and the man trapped her against it.
She looked up at the masks deep black eyes, searching for any clue of who was behind it.
All Y/n took note of was the scent, she didn't recognize it. But that narrowed it down on who it could be, if she hasn't smelt it before then there are few people in the school who wear it.
"If you get any closer, I'm gonna rip that fuckin thing off your head."
A dark chuckle came from under the mask, sending a chill down her spine.
"Who am I gonna kill next, Y/n?" It was the same voice from the phone. "Ted? Carson? Wilbur?.... Schlatt? That boy likes you, then again so did Mike but you didn't shed a tear over him..."
Y/n kneed the fucker in the stomach, she ran down the hallway and to the office.
"He was in the bathroom! Call the police!"
Once again Y/n ended up at the police station, making a statement. She walked out and got in the car with Schlatt, Ted, Carson, Wilbur, Tubbo, Charlie, and Travis.
"Let's do something." She whispered. "Let's do something like have a fuckin party! We might be dead tomorrow so let's live it up tonight! We're young, so let's do something we ain't ever gonna forget!"
The rest of them cheered and drove over to Ted's, he had the biggest house. The bigger the house the more people, the more people the worse the noise complaint, the worse the noise complaint...the more people are gonna get arrested. So, tonight was gonna be memorable.
Y/n sat on the porch and listened as the music was cranked and people were yelling and singing. Ted came outside and handed her a soda, putting an arm around her and getting close.
"If anything happens, I want you to know that I love you."
Y/n turned to him, shock written all over her face.
"Ted I-"
"How's this party, huh!?" Eric yelled coming out smoking weed. "You two love birds having fun? You gonna start fucking on the porch or are you gonna go upstairs like normal people?"
"Eric." Y/n said. "We aren't together."
He winced, taking another drag from his blunt.
"Ouch, well Ted you just got friend zoned."
With that he turned around and went back inside. Y/n looked down at her shoe and took a deep breath.
"I-"
"It's Schlatt isn't it?" He asked. "I see the way you look at him, but your afraid to say anything because of your friendship. I say you tell him, because he'd kill for you Y/n."
She smiled, "Is he inside?"
"Yep, I'll sit out here all by myself. Maybe if Travis or Charlie come out they'll be drunk and we'll start making out and I'll suddenly realize I'm gay."
"Oh shut up." Y/n giggled, pushing him.
She went back inside to search for Schlatt, she went upstairs and there was nothing. Y/n looked in the kitchen and in the livingroom, but he was no where to be found.
She was about to go into the garage when she heard Ted telling a hord of people to get out of his house.
Y/n went back to the living room to see everyone except her friends were leaving. She looked down and saw Ted's most expensive vase had been smashed on the floor.
"Shit, want me to help you pick it up?" She asked.
"No, I'll do it later. Let's just watch a movie, I'm pissed off."
"K." She said. "I'll make some popcorn."
Everyone else sat down on the couch and popped in a movie while Y/n went into the kitchen. She was about to open a cupboard when she felt some behind her.
She turned around to see Schlatt, he was leaned up against the fridge, a very displeased look on his face.
"Nothing is or will ever be going on between me and Ted, I promise you that." He repeated what she said. "You remember that? You remember when you told me that?"
"Nothing is going on between Ted and I, we're just-"
"Friends?" He asked. "Just friends?"
Schlatt got closer, trapping her against the counter. He leaned in, "Bullshit."
Y/n's eyes became glossy, she moved quick and pressed her lips against his.
"Not bullshit." She whispered, running her hands through his hair. "Not bullshit."
There was a sudden scream coming from outside, Y/n ran into the living room just as everyone else was getting off the couch. They went outside and looked around, Y/n gasped when she saw Carson laying face down by the garage door.
Y/n looked around at the rest of the group that was left after Ted kicked everyone out.
Schlatt, Travis, Wilbur, Tubbo, Charlie, and Ted himself. Now that Carson was dead there's five of them who are innocent.
"Who wasn't in the living room?" She asked.
Travis pointed at Schlatt, "He wasn't."
"He was in the kitchen with me."
"Anyone else?"
"I wasn't paying attention." Wilbur said.
Charlie shook his head, "Neither was I."
"Okay, I'm going back inside to call the police." She said. "Someone go get a car, and someone go to the neighbors just in case the phone lines are cut. The worst thing to do in a horror movie is to split up, but this needs to get done."
Y/n went back inside and looked for Ted's phone, running upstairs and into the master bedroom. She closed the door behind her and picked up the phone, holding it to her ear.
"Oh you're good." She whispered. "You did cut the line."
Y/n ran back downstairs and out the back door, she looked around and went to the garage. Going over to the car and opening the door, she found Travis slumped sideways with stab wounds in his chest.
The sound of those clicking footsteps from the school came from behind her, she spun around to see the man standing there.
"You're not him." She said. "You're taller."
Suddenly ghost face ran at her, knife in hand. She dodged and booked it back to the house. Y/n had to keep herself from screaming when she saw Tubbo covered in blood and laying on the front steps.
She went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, Y/n started back to the livingroom when she heard Ted call her name.
She looked over at the front door only to watch him fall forward with a knife in his back. A sudden tap came from behind her that had Y/n spinning around, it was that same Ghost face from the bathroom only the mask was covered in blood.
Tears ran down Y/n's face as the hand came up and pulled off the mask.
"Schl-...No...No." Y/n dropped her knife and fell to her knees.
"Y-you killed Susan?"
"No sweetie...he did."
Y/n looked over her shoulder to see the taller Ghost face, "And who might you be?"
He pulled his mask off to reveal Wilbur with an unsettling smile on his face.
"I did it for you, Y/n" he said, his voice deep.
"What?"
"You're always so sweet...so loving..." He stalked closer to Y/n, putting his hand out to touch her.
"Always so beau-" a bang rang out and Wilbur dropped to the floor.
Y/n looked at Schlatt, who had a gun in his hand. He set it on the table beside the couch and looked down at Y/n.
"He was gonna take you away from me..." He said. "I couldn't let him do that..."
Y/n stood up and walked up to him, "You didn't have to kill them..."
"Who are you sad about? Carson? Ted..." His voice got deeper. "What has he ever done for you? I was always there for you!"
"Was?" She asked. "You aren't still? You're not gonna abandon me are you?" Y/n was attempting to manipulate him, so he wouldn't freak out and possibly kill her.
"No, Y/n. I'll never leave you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
"I love you, Y/n. I'm not gonna leave you."
She closed her eyes and snuggled her face into his chest, listening to his reassurances.
"You really love me?" She asked.
"Yes, more than anything."
Y/n looked up at him, his eyes were dark and full of lust. She glanced down at his lips when she felt the blade of his knife against her stomach.
"You're mine, Y/n. Not Ted's, Not Wilbur's...you're mine."
The cold steel of the blade running over her skin made her whimper, "I'm yours, Schlatt...no one is taking me away from you.
Her hand came down and palmed against his cock, making him moan. Y/n trailed kissed down his neck and sucked on his sweet spot.
"Y/n I-" Schlatt stopped, they both looked over when they heard something being knocked over outside. A rush of happiness and relief washed over her when Y/n saw Ted was no longer on the porch.
THE END ❤️
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What Happens in Vegas, part 2
Marcus Moreno x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+
Word Count: 12.3k
Warnings: Mentions of partner death and divorce, hurt/comfort, fertility issues/illness/pregnancy symptoms, if I ever write a story where Marcus doesn’t use his powers to undress his partner assume something is wrong with me, intimate piercings, oral sex (f and m receiving), soft!dom Marcus, fingering, a dash of praise kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pregnant sex.
Summary: It is time for honesty, as you and Marcus decide what your future will hold and how to mesh your lives together.
Notes: We’ve had this one on the back burner for quite some time, and we’re so glad that it was finally time to break it out to share with you all! As always, thanks for reading and for being such lovely folx 🧡🧡 Part 1 is right Here!
Once in the safety of the elevator Marcus wraps his arms around you again, this time out of sheer protectiveness. All this insanity is centered around both of you, and he feels like maybe he can absorb some of the impact by keeping you bundled up. “That was...enlightening.” What else can he really say? “I guess there’s no real place to lay the blame.”
You snicker softly. “We can blame it on the alcohol.” You sigh, leaning some of your weight against Marcus. “We don’t– well, shit, I’m supposed to check out of my room today, so I guess we better check out this room they got us and have a talk.” You venture.
Marcus glances down at the room number written on the key and presses the corresponding number on the elevator's keypad. He doesn't let you out of his arms when you don't indicate that you want to step away, just leaning against the elevator wall with you leaning against him in turn. "You looked beautiful," he mumbles, not sure if he's even allowed to say that. "In your dress, I mean. I mean you always look beautiful, but the dress – it was good..." Ugh. He hates how he rambles when he gets nervous. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he gathers his words. "Last night. You looked beautiful last night."
You smile, remember how he had stumbled over his words when you and he were together. “Thank you. You looked very handsome. Still do.” You add since he is wearing the same suit as last night. “Although I’m sure you want to change into something more comfortable.”
"I would kill for jeans and a t-shirt," he admits, cracking a grin. "And a coffee. Not the watered-down crap they had downstairs. Real espresso. What are the odds this room they got us has a good coffeemaker in it?"
“50/50.” You quip, walking down the hall until you reach the door. “Or maybe….” The door is larger than the average door, looking like you’ve arrived to a suite instead of an average room. Marcus inserts the key and the door swings open. “Oh God, they’ve gotten us the honeymoon suite.” You breathe out when you step inside and glance around.
There's an absurd amount of rose petals strewn around, an ice bucket holding champagne, and a tray of chocolate covered strawberries right there when you walk in the door. There's a coffee table further into the room laden with all kinds of trinkets that the hotel must leave out for every couple that rents the room. A banner in Susan's handwriting reads Congratulations Mr and Mrs Moreno! and has been signed by all of the people who were in the chapel with you in the video. "Well I'm glad they're getting a kick out of this," Marcus grumbles, his ears burning.
“It’s sweet.” You acknowledge, sighing and wishing for a moment that this was real. “I–” you are nervous about bringing it up but it needs to be addressed. “What do you want to do, Marcus?” You ask softly. “Obviously I don’t think you would have done this sober, so, I’m not going to hold you to this– this– whatever this is.” You choke on the words, but keep your voice steady.
"You sound like you want to stay married." The observation has him hesitating, standing in the mass of flower petals on the rug and looking over at you like it's prom night and you've just come down the stairs in that light blue and silver dress you loved because the beads reminded you of snow. He can feel how soft his expression is despite how wide his eyes have blown. He had never for a minute considered the idea that this was something you might have actually wanted.
You give him a sad smile, not wanting to bring up your past. “What I want doesn’t matter.” You insist, looking over at the window so you don’t see the rejection in his eyes. “This wasn’t something that was planned out and I’ll understand.” You promise, thinking about how this could completely upset his life.
“It absolutely does matter.” Marcus insists. Pieces of last night are starting to fall into place, along with some of this morning. It’s only a few paces for him to be standing next to you, with one hand gently touching your arm. “I texted my daughter last night. I told her what was happening. So it’s not like this is something that we’re just going to sweep under the rug.” Taking the risk on stepping around you, he puts one crooked finger under your chin and makes you meet his eyes. “Whatever happens, we’re going to decide on it together, okay? Which means we have to be honest with each other.”
“Oh god? Your daughter? She must be freaking out.” Your eyes fill with panic and you squeeze them shut. “I’m so sorry Marcus. I shouldn’t have– this is–” You break off with a soft sob as you imagine how much his daughter must hate you. “Just–” You sigh. “Wanting to marry you was never a question for me. But you–I understand. I wasn’t it for you.”
“C’mere.” Marcus opens his arms, enveloping you in a full body bear hug. He trusts his instincts, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry.” He says after a pause. Once of his hands runs up and down your back in a steady rhythm. “I’m sorry I was bad at explaining things to you. But we were 19 and I didn’t know how to tell you how confused I was.” This is somehow easier without looking you in the eyes, but it seems dishonest so he pulls away to look down at you. “I had every intention of marrying you.” The truth, out loud, after so many years makes him feel like even more of an asshole. “I didn’t plan on meeting her. I didn’t know she was out there. But...you’re the only two women I’ve ever loved. Just you two.” Come on, Marcus. Spit it out. “Then...I saw an article about you in a newspaper last year. And then you were on a talk show. I found your website. You were everywhere again and I realized how much I missed you. Not just...not just missed having a person. I missed you. So please don’t think I don’t care about you.”
It both broke your heart and helped mend it knowing that Marcus had been going to marry you. You knew that the heart wants what the heart wants as the old saying goes. Letting out a shuddering sigh, your body relaxes against him and your arms come around his waist hesitantly. Marcus was a good and honorable man, had been when he was a teenager. Of course the idea of falling in love with someone else had probably confused and terrified him. For so many years the idea had been set in stone that you were each other's person, that someone new had knocked him on his ass. From everything you had read about her, she was a wonderful woman who had loved Marcus and their daughter. A candle in the wind that had been blown out too early. “I– after your wife....passed, I–” You bite your lip and wonder if he's going to hate you for this, having wanted to do something, anything to help but wanting to respectfully keep your distance. "I was the one that had those meals delivered to your house." You confess softly. You knew from when your parents had passed that people brought more food than you could deal with right after they heard or to the reception following the funeral. Well meaning and heartfelt, but after that, their lives went back to normal while you tried to figure out exactly what your new normal was. Marcus Moreno's wife dying had been front page news nationwide, and you had hated that he was left to flounder with a seven year old. So you had quietly arranged to have meals delivered to their house for a while starting a few days after the funeral, asking them not to say who was the silent donor.
“Oh...” The word punches out of him and for a second he’s that heartbroken young version of himself that had discovered the meals and cried over them in his kitchen every time, wondering who had been so generous. Over the years, he had had many theories as to who had sent them, but it never would have occurred to him that it was you. “I always...” He pauses the thought, getting emotional all over again. “Those were a lifesaver. I had a hard time getting used to doing everything myself and... having one less thing on my plate made a huge difference.” His forehead drops to lean against yours, eyes momentarily closed so he doesn’t tear up. That wouldn’t help the situation at all. “Thank you.”
Your arms tighten around him, relieved that he hadn't taken your gesture the wrong way. "You're welcome." You whisper, not wanting to add anything more to that. It hadn't been for the recognition or for him to feel in some way in your debt, but you couldn't keep a secret like that from him when you both were trying to decide what to do about your current situation. "I never actually said it, but I'm so sorry for your loss, Marcus." You murmur quietly, the words muffled against the fabric of his suit, the same suit that he had married you in. You feel better, now that you've had this heart to heart. Even if Marcus didn't want to stay married to you, after all you were virtual strangers after twenty years apart, you felt like this wasn't something that you would regret. Old wounds and self doubts from that time had vanished, leaving your heart less scared than it had been and for that you would be grateful.
This time when Marcus sighs, it’s with a slight shiver and a mile’s worth of confusion. “What are we going to do?” He asks. Honestly he has no idea. He doesn’t regret sleeping with you again, but he’s guilt ridden at the idea that you’ve been forced into something so life changing. He’ll straighten things out with Missy once you’ve managed to talk things through here. The idea that you might actually want this is seeping slowly into his bones and he has a voice in the back of his head that says he doesn’t deserve any kind of relationship with you since he broke your heart.
"The obvious choice would be to quietly get divorced." You pull away and turn, kicking off the heels you had worn as you walk over to the window. You didn't want to see the relief in Marcus's face when you are the one to propose it. He had skirted around it but was too much of a gentleman to be the one to voice it first. He had even said something about you keeping the ring before you ever knew it wasn't a joke. "I– surely this has happened plenty of times. Maybe they would even allow an annulment since we were obviously far more intoxicated than we should have been." You look out over the lights of the Vegas strip and blink back the tears that were threatening to spill down your cheeks. "I'm not going to force you to stay married to me, you don't deserve that."
“You keep saying that like being married to you would be the worst thing in the world.” He protests, and all of a sudden it hits him like a freight train. He’s been trying to get you to say you want him, and he hadn’t really realized it. He hasn’t jumped on the idea of a divorce at all since it’s been brought up because he’s missed you. Miracle Guy is always saying that you don’t say anything drunk that you don’t feel when you’re sober and Marcus hates that his annoying best friend might be completely right this time. “What if we tried it?” He asks quietly. Almost afraid of what he’s saying but at the same time resolved to see what you think of this idea. “I mean...I don’t know where you’re living right now or anything like that...there’s logistics and stuff. But...what if?”
Your eyes are wide when you whirl around to face him, shock written on your face. "Wha— are you kidding?" You ask, praying that he isn't but then again, this is Marcus. He wouldn't joke around about something as serious as this. "Would you want that?" You ask quietly. "Not so there isn't a press release or to save face, but do you want to stay married? To me?" You bite your lip, feeling like you are naked in front of the entire world rather than trying to admit how you feel to one man, but this is the man that you have loved for your entire life. "I–I moved on, dated plenty, fell in love, got married." You need him to know that this hasn't just been about him, that you've had a life outside of him and the day he broke your heart. "Got divorced, but I've always kept you in my heart. I never hated you or stopped loving you."
“We’ve both had our own lives.” He agrees, taking one careful step toward you. He doesn’t want to spook you, but he also doesn’t want to shout this conversation between you across the living room of your suite. “Maybe this is the universe telling us that now we should be having a life together.” He believed in fate wholeheartedly, believing that fate brought his late wife into his path and Missy into their lives when they had struggled so hard to get pregnant. Fate’s hand was here, too. “You were my first love, and you’ve always had a place in my heart. Maybe...” Marcus takes one more careful step. “We said we loved each other on that video. Which means we must have talked about it. And...marriage is about communication and honesty as well as love.”
You watch his eyes, solemn and serious behind his glasses as he watches you. Gauging your reaction to his thoughts. Nodding, you yield, taking your own measured step towards him. "I wish I could remember what we said. I'm sure it would help if I could just know what we said to each other." You sigh, confessing your one hang up to all of this. "I just– I don't want to compete with her memory, Marcus." You whisper, struggling to keep your eyes on his. "I can't do that. I don't want to do that. It's not fair to me, or to you." He had reminded you it was about communication and honesty and you were laying your cards on the table.
Marcus feels himself nod, knowing you are completely right. But at the same time, there was a flip side to that coin. “And I don’t want to be competing with the memories you have of me.” It felt odd to say out loud. That your memories of him were different than the man he is now, even if he was still so similar to who he had been there in many ways. “You’re...you’re so amazing. You always have been and from what I know about you now, you’re doing great work and really succeeding. You’re not second to anyone. Not to me.” With one more step forward, he reaches out to take your hand. This is becoming so real with every passing second and his heart is pounding in his ears. “If we do this, it would be about who we are now. Memories are memories and that’s great, but I don’t want to get caught up in the fact that things turned out differently than we expected.”
You nod, understanding his point completely. "Still so smart." You murmur, inching closer and reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek. You sigh when his eyes flutter at the contact and your pinkie sweeps over the stubble on his jaw. "I want to do this...if you do." You admit, your gaze focusing on his lips again and you want to kiss him. "I want to stay married to you and make this work. I want to be with you."
For Marcus, the scariest part of this wasn’t waking up this morning beside you, or how mad you had been in the beginning, or how upset with all of your old friends he is. It’s admitting to himself that he would be sad if you walked away from him. That the shock of everything was actually surpassed by how happy it is making him. How his tipsy texts to Missy were filled with so much hope, and despite her understandable confusion, she was doing what she could to be supportive. He would have to call her later and explain everything, but right now you’re right in front of him, telling him you care – and this time his head is spinning without the hangover. “You’re okay with being a stepmom?” He hears himself ask, cursing himself for ruining the moment but knowing this was the nail in the coffin. If you aren’t okay with his daughter, then this has no chance of working.
Your brow furrows and you know he sees the sorrow in your eyes. You hope he doesn't mistake it for not wanting to be a stepmom. "I– my ex and I tried for years to have kids." You admit quietly, remembering the heartbreak when you got your period every month. "It was the reason that we got divorced, he – he wanted kids and I couldn't give them to him." Your breath catches. "I don't – I've always wanted kids but I won't try to take over her mother’s place. Stepmom would be fine." You bite your lip and try to keep it from trembling. "I can't give you another baby though, are you– can you live with that?"
“I’m so sorry,” is the first thing he says, tugging you into his arms. He remembers how hard it was to try and try and feel like the world was against them for almost two years. “That must have been hell.” When he leans back to press a kiss to your forehead, he’s smiling a reassuring smile. “I don’t need anything else.” He tells you softly. “I just want you.”
Your doubts fall away, everything that had kept you from really believing that this was happening was gone. Your fingers curl into the hair at the base of his neck. "Marcus, " you look up at him and smile. "Kiss me. Please." You beg, wanting to remember this kiss that wasn't for show, wasn't for anyone else but the two of you.
“With pleasure,” his smile turns into a giddy grin. “Mrs. Moreno.” There’s no hesitation in the kiss - one hand reeling you in to him by your waist and the other tipping your chin back ever so slightly so he can taste you as soon as you open up to him.
You can't help but moan, your mouth opening and a whimper slipping out when his tongue flutters against yours. Your hands slide up to his back, fingers digging into the fabric while you try to get as close to him as you possibly can. Your entire body ignites, and you feel that pull of need.
Marcus echoes your moan, pulling you up in his arms until the only way to get physically closer is to be inside you - which is bringing his body back to life in all sorts of delicious ways. He’s fairly certain there’s a sofa behind him and takes a chance that he’s right - walking you back two steps until he tips backward with just enough warning to pick you up off your feet so you land on his lap. No one could ever say he doesn’t know how to use his strength to his advantage.
Your dress rides up your thighs, letting you straddle him easier. Making you shudder when his hands are warm on your bare skin. Your arms wind around his neck and you lift up to your knees so you can press closer, holding the back of his head while you give in to the kiss and groaning when his hands squeeze your flesh. "Marcus," you mumble against his lips, your tongue licking into his mouth and your cunt throbbing with need. "I want– fuck, I need you." You pull your mouth away from his and start kissing along his jaw. One hand coming back around him and sliding down his chest to reach between the two of you and your fingers find his belt. "I want to remember this."
Tangling one of his hands in yours to stop your eager pulling at his belt, Marcus wraps his lips around your pulse, sucking on your skin and nipping at it, tongue soothing away the sting. "Let me take care of you," he insists. It's not that he doesn't want to be inside you right fucking now, it's that he's not going to have sex with his wife for the first time (that he remembers) on a sofa. His free hand lifts from its grip on your hip and flexes, making him grin cheekily when you gasp at the feeling of your dress being unzipped without his hands on you. Katanas weren't the only metal he ever used his powers on. Reveling in your surprise, Marcus takes an extra second of concentration to undo the metal clasp of your bra as well. His eyes tip up to yours, blown black with anticipation and lust.
"That's new." You giggle, even more turned on by that move. Marcus hadn't tried his powers on you when you were younger. His mother cautioned him to not abuse his powers and his sometimes lack of control over them had made him wary of trying manipulate your clothing. He grins and winks at you, making you whimper at the self assuredness he has come to possess. "Jesus." You pant, wondering if he remembers that one little detail about you that was so different from when you were together the first time. He would find out soon enough you supposed, and hoped that he wasn't too shocked by it. You had definitely gone through a wild phase in college, but you didn't regret it.
He’d have time to be pleased with himself later, right now he cared much more about the way you were subtly grinding down in his lap, making him harder with every passing second. “Shit, sweetheart.” He huffs, bucking up against you before he can stop himself. His hands skim under the bunched hen of your dress, nudging the material. His powers nudge at him a little and he dismisses it as a reminder of your dress’s zipper, but the feeling is coming from somewhere different. Marcus quirks one eyebrow at you, intrigued by your expression of amusement, and pulls your dress over your head - tossing it and your bra several feet away. “Jesus, hermosa!” He groans, his hands immediately coming up to cup your breasts, mesmerized by the piercings he definitely did not remember being there before. How he didn’t remember them last night, he doesn’t know. “How do you keep getting hotter?”
You smirk, loving the awe that is in his eyes as he stares at the hoops in your nipples. “You like?” You tease, feeling how much he likes them from the way that his hips bucked up again when you arched into his touch, pushing your tits into his hands harder. “I got them in college– after we –” You weren’t going to keep feeling embarrassed about your past, or trying to deny it. “Took my clit piercing out because my ex hated it, but I couldn’t get rid of these.” You admit, remembering how he had hated them, refused to touch your tits when you had them in. But it was for you, not him, and you had stubbornly refused to give in to his wants.
Marcus almost pouts over the fact that he was losing out on playing with a clit piercing, but when he trains his eyes on your tits and watches you writhe with pleasure as he twists the little hoops with his powers, he’s so hard it doesn’t matter anymore. “Need to taste you,” he mumbles into your skin, tongue laving over your nipples where he’s been playing with them. Marcus lifts you off his lap, turning a little to settle you down in the pile of throw pillows on the sofa. “Will you let me taste you, hermosa?”
You moan, his fingers curling under your panties and you nod, lifting your hips up so that he can drag them down your thighs. You spread your legs wider, modesty and being shy throw out the window. You bite your lip and squirm, your own hands on your breasts while Marcus rocks back, hastily shrugging out of his suit jacket and tossing it down on the floor with no thought. “Fuck you look pretty like that.” He groans, flicking the buttons of his shirt open and taking off his glasses to toss on the floor, hopefully to not get crushed later on. You whine, needing him to hurry up and you let go of one of your breasts to slide it down to your mound, circling your clit with your fingers while you watch him strip.
“Nuh-uh,” Marcus grabs your hand, pulling your fingers away from your clit and licks them clean with a stern look on his face. “Only I get to touch and taste you right now.” He tells you and revels in your moan. Positioning your ankles on the edge of the couch, he takes in your spread-open pussy with a lascivious smirk. “So fucking pretty,” he praises before leaning down and sucking your clit into his mouth.
Your hips jerk up and a squeal breaks free at the insistent feel of his mouth. Control looks so fucking sexy on Marcus. The fumbling boy that was asking if what he was doing was okay was gone, replaced by a man who was confident in his ability to please. You squeeze your breast and moan when his tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle of nerves, closing your eyes. Only for them to spring back open in shock when he pulls his mouth away and lightly slaps your folds. "Eyes on me, baby." His lust-rough voice makes you shiver and you meet his satisfied gaze, making him quirk his eyebrows, pleased at your obedience before he puts his mouth back on you.
Part of Marcus had been slightly concerned that the more dominant style of pleasure he’d adopted since knowing you wouldn’t be something you enjoyed, but from the way you are panting and mewling above him as he spears his tongue as deep into you as he can manage, he knows now that it’s more than welcome. He hums his approval into your folds, his nose intentionally bumping against your clit with every stroke of his tongue. He could look up at you like this forever – shivering and shuddering but keeping your eyes on him like he ordered. “Don’t even think about cumming until I tell you.” He punctuates the sentence by driving two fingers deep inside you, sliding along your tight folds gripping him so well that he moans along with you.
You whimper and try to grind your hips down on him, but he throws his free arm around your hips and jerks them up high, practically holding your ass up while he utterly destroys you with his mouth. Pleas and praises fall from your lips as you try to stave off your impending orgasm. "Oh God, oh fuck Marcus." You whine, watching him pump his fingers into your fluttering cunt and his nose is pressed against the neatly trimmed hair above your clit. "So good, so fucking good." Your walls clench around him and you squeal again when he curls his fingers up. "Oh please, God – I'm so close." You ramble, scratching at the couch and trying to keep from cumming so hard that your thighs are starting to shake. "Please baby, please let me cum."
It’s the first of what he intends to be many orgasms today, so he eases a third finger into you and watches your face contort for a second before nibbling on your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me baby. Wanna drown in this taste. In you.”
His permission given, you fly off the cliff and wail his name while your walls clamp down on his fingers. Flooding them with your juices and your entire body humming in pleasure while he keeps sucking on you. Making stars burst behind your eyes, you can't help but squeeze them shut and tilt your head back against the cushions while you thrash around in pleasure and make so much noise you are sure that there will be a noise complaint coming soon.
There are few things, in Marcus Moreno’s opinion, better than having a woman cum in his mouth. Something made even better by the fact that he knows he’ll have your scent lingering in his mustache for the rest of the day. He curls his fingers against that perfect spongy spot inside you and hums in delight as your second orgasm follows the first without warning. Hearing you scream his name might be the most musical sound he’s heard in a very long time. “Listen to you,” his voice is like honey. “Screaming my name for everybody to hear. Now they know you belong to me.”
He takes pity, taking his mouth off of you and slipping his fingers out to let you calm down while he savors the flood of your juices on his fingers, alternately kissing the insides of your thighs while he coos praises from where he kneels on the floor.
Your cunt throbs and your walls flutter around nothing now that he's pulled his fingers from you, the low sigh that you let out sounding as boneless as you feel. Your entire body relaxes with your eyes turning heavy and slipping closed from how good you feel. "Oh God." You whisper, reaching down and carding your fingers through his hair and lifting your head so you can look down at him. "I want– no, I need you inside me." You beg, looking over at the bed that was so beautifully set with rose petals. "Please, I want my husband to make love to me."
Marcus’s lips curl into a smile, much gentler than he had been a second ago and he stands up, cock red and weeping from neglect, hard as diamonds as it bobs a few inches from your face. He sees the hungry look in your eyes and shakes his head slightly – instead leaning down to scoop you up in his arms and carry you over to the bed. Marcus has absolutely no desire to pull back the covers, laying you down on top of the rose petals like a beautiful gift. He sighs, loving the sight of you like that, devastated and shaken from intense orgasms but beaming at him at the same time. “I love you,” he tells you, crawling up on the bed between your legs as they open for him. “I’m glad our classmates meddled. And I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.”
You reach for him, your arms wrapping around his back, so much broader than the last time you remember him being over you like this. His body no longer lean and wiry with youth, but broad and filled out deliciously with age. “I love you.” You whisper, your heart beating like a drum in your chest from happiness. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” You assure him, leaning up to kiss him and drag him back down over you. Wanting the weight of him on top of you. “Want you to fuck me… husband.”
“So impatient when I’m trying to be romantic,” the chuckle comes from deep inside him, the same rough, lusty place that had him taking his cock in his cum slick hand, and pumping a few times before sliding the head through your folds. “So wet for me,” he groans, happy to know he was the one who had made you that way. “You ready for me, good girl?”
"Yes." You whine out, eager to feel him stretch you out again. You know you had him last night, but you didn't remember more than a few flashes of memories and the ache you had felt when you woke up. You cup his cheek and watch his face when he starts to slowly push inside you. Your own mouth falling open with a needy moan filling the air while your walls give to accommodate him, making your hips lift slightly to make sure that every inch of him is inside you when his hips are flush against your own.
“ Fuck,” he bites out the curse as he bottoms out inside you, knowing he looks as absolutely wrecked as he feels just from being inside you again. “So tight, hermosa. So tight around my cock.” The authoritative voice from a few minutes ago rumbles from his core as he lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder, watching your mouth drop open even wider. He draws back again until only his tip is still inside you, snapping his hips back against yours with a pleased grunt, and then again to hear you moan. “That’s it, baby.” He leans down to kiss you, greedily drinking down every sound you make.
He's so fucking deep inside you. Making you feel like he's pushing up into your stomach and rearranging your insides with every hard thrust. You love it, love how he's not being gentle even though you know he's holding back. Now fully aware of why you ached for hours after you woke up, you wanted to feel that way again. Loving how much he had changed over the years and it makes you crave to find out every way that he differed from the boy you knew. You gasp out on his next thrust. "Oh god!" You cry out when he changes the angle of his hips and hits directly against your g-spot.
Marcus focuses on that spot, loving the way you call out and wanting you to cum one more time for him before he lets his restraint snap. He knows he’s different in bed than he had been when you knew him - no longer worried about being enough or whether or not he was reading your body correctly. He knew he was stronger now, more confident, and a better lover; and he was careful to keep himself in check so he wouldn’t go too hard this time. He nips and sucks at every bit of skin he can reach as the sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room. Unable to resist, Marcus focuses just enough of his powers on those little hoops through your perfect nipples to make them hum and vibrate, shoving you closer to the edge.
“M-Mar-cus!” You cry out, the very air being pushed from your lungs every time he drives deep inside you. Your fingernails dig into his skin, leaving crescent shaped marks in his flesh and you clench down on him when he moans. “Yes, yes, yes!” You scream out when your entire world shatters and the subatomic explosion in your core radiates white hot and all-consuming as you come apart for him.
He grunts, held so tight by the way that you’re clamping down on him that he can barely move and it’s absolutely delicious. Marcus makes one more thrust before he’s groaning your name and painting your still-spasming walls with his seed. He drops his head against your shoulder, panting and wonderfully spent.
Your leg slides down off his shoulder and you let it wrap around his hip while your hand glides up and down his back. The touch is soothing - his skin under your fingers and as you relearn the planes of his back. “I love you.” You whisper, holding him close and enjoying the weight of him on top of you.
“I love you too,” he breathes a kiss on your lips, running one hand up and down your side. The contours of your body have changed as you got older and he is determined to memorize your body as soon as possible. “Don’t want to crush you,” he murmurs into your kiss, shifting his body off of you but tugging you close to his side as he lays down.
You sigh and roll over with him. Resting your head on his shoulder and stroke his chest gently. “So, I have to admit, I never expected this to happen at the reunion.” You giggle, unable to believe that this is real.
“I don’t think anyone did.” He agrees, but laughs. “Well, maybe Susan.” He plants a kiss on the top of your head before lifting himself off the mattress and padding off to the bathroom for a damp wash cloth to clean you up. When he re-emerges he has the bottle of champagne in hand as well.
You giggle again and raise your eyebrow at him. “Ready to drink already?” You ask playfully, making him snort in amusement. “At some point we are going to have to pack up our old rooms to check out.” You remind him.
“And I have to call Missy.” Marcus nods his head, disappointed to have to come back to reality. “She’s fantastic,” he assures you, squeezing your hand and kissing your palm. “You’re going to love her. And she’ll love you. But drunk texts from your dad are no way to find out he’s in a relationship.”
“No it’s not.” You agree, standing up with a groan and taking the wash cloth so you can quickly clean up. “How about I get dressed and go pack up my room so you can have some privacy to talk to your daughter?” You ask, knowing that he would probably want to be alone for that conversation.
“Hurry back?” He’s pouting and he doesn’t care.
You smirk and lean in to kiss him once more. “I will. You will need to pack up your room too.” You remind him before you pull away to walk over to where your clothes had been flung.
“I’ll do it after I talk to Missy,” he promises. It takes a minute or two for him to track down his pants and find the room key, holding the spare hostage until you pay the ransom of three more kisses. “And then we’re gonna be naked for the rest of the day.”
You hum, smiling against his lips as you pluck the card from his fingers. “So I guess that means you don’t want to see the lingerie I brought just in case I got lucky?” You murmur.
“Minx.” He teases, but that fire is back in his eyes. “Put it on before I get back.”
You smirk and walk to the door. "Sure thing baby." You tease, winking at him before you open the door and disappear down the hallway.
******
In the weeks since returning from his reunion, Marcus had done his fair share of groveling. Missy had been at her abuela's while he was away and both of them were (understandably) fiercely upset with him for the way things happened. It was two full weeks before Missy stopped being mad at him, and only then had his mother agreed to be the one to host everyone for dinner. She had loved you when you and Marcus were teens and was glad to see that you were the one who was making him happy again. The night you'd all had dinner together she made ropa vieja and the biggest pot of rice and beans that Marcus had seen in years, and he knew exactly how glad she was to see you - your favourite foods laid out on the table for everyone to enjoy.
You'd agreed that you would keep your apartment until the end of the month, giving Missy time to adjust to you being around the house. She had warmed up to you quickly, finding you much more entertaining company than her dad for any number of things. She had even helped you unpack when you moved into the house with them after leaving your apartment.
These days Missy could be spotted teaching you her favourite cookie recipe and raiding your jewelry box some days before school. It warmed Marcus's heart to see the two of you bonding, relieving him in equal measure.
******
"You know, I'm so glad dad doesn't cook breakfast anymore." Missy rolls her eyes and you snicker conspiratorially. You love this little girl like she is your own. She's an easy girl to love and you are so thankful that it worked out that she doesn't hold your intrusion in her life against you.
“You aren't telling me that your dad is a bad cook, are you?" You ask, arching your eyebrow at him while you whisk the eggs for the omelets.
She rolls her eyes again. "Dad burned everything! We once ate mac and cheese for breakfast because that was all he could make without messing up."
"I do not burn everything!" Marcus has a very serious look on his face. "I would never, ever burn bacon."
You laugh and lean back, tilting your head so that Marcus can kiss you. "Mmmm." You smile against his lips and pull away so he can move past you. "Okay maybe not bacon but cracking eggs down the sink and throwing the shells in a bowl, Marcus?" You giggle, watching him flush and rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"That was one time!" he pouts, embarrassed. Missy was never going to let him live that down. "And that was a very stressful day, thank you very much." He shuffles over to the coffee pot when it dings, grateful to have a distraction. The smell is divine, those beans you love had turned his morning cup into something divine from the perfunctory wake-up it had been before. "Big mug or little, babe?" He asks you, pulling spoons out of the drawer and his favourite mug out of the cupboard.
"Little." You answer, your stomach feeling queasy. "I'm still not feeling one hundred percent." You admit, hating that you had this stomach bug that you couldn't seem to get over. You had been sick over the weekend and had put a damper on your plans and you were still feeling guilty over it.
Marcus still hadn't said anything about you not feeling well. He had tucked you in and gotten you plain things to eat and drink, letting you rest until you felt better. He dared to hope that he knew what was wrong - recognizing the little signs from years ago. He got out a little mug, fixed your coffee for you and slipped the mug down the counter, watching you carefully. "If you're still not feeling well maybe you should go to the doctor?" He suggests gently. A doctor would be able to confirm or squash his idea immediately, but he wouldn't push you.
You shake your head. "No, I don't need to go to the doctor." You’re still stubborn about seeing doctors after all those appointments that your ex had forced you to go to. It made you anxious for any type of clinical setting. You give Marcus a soft smile, and pick your cup up. "Thank you, sweetheart." You thank him as you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. As soon as the hot beverage hits your lips your gag. Your stomach rolling and you drop the mug, shattering on the edge of the counter and you cover your mouth, running for the half bathroom that was down the hallway.
Marcus shifts gears quickly, grabbing a rag to scoop up the broken stoneware and toss the whole bundle in the trash. "Be right back," he tells Missy, hurrying down the hall after you.
He finds you bent over the toilet for the fourth time in four days and kneels down next to you to make sure there's no hair in your face or clothing soiled. "Babe?" His eyes betray how worried he is, but he tries not to show it on his face. "Was it the coffee?"
"Oh God." You moan, hanging your head and mouth waters again at just the mention of the coffee. "Did the creamer go bad?" You ask, cursing the fact that your stomach was so queasy and you couldn't shake this bug. You retch again, but luckily you hadn't eaten anything else so there wasn't anything more to come up.
"I brought it home yesterday." He runs his hand up and down your back, soothing and supportive. "I didn't want anything old in the house, just in case."
You pant, nodding while you reach up weakly and pull the handle for the toilet so the coffee and bile from your stomach start to flush down, resting your head and on your arm for a second before you look up at your husband. "I'm so sorry. I know this is annoying to deal with." You whisper, hating that he is having to take care of you.
"It's not." Marcus promises. Stepping away for just a second, he wets a washcloth with warm water and offers it to you to clean up. He's learned over the past few days that keeping a washcloth and your toothbrush nearby was a very good idea. "Don't apologize, love. But...I do think it might be more than a bug." He hates how much he hopes he's right. You had talked about it. It wasn't something in your plans. You had told him it was impossible. But he couldn't help but hope you might actually be pregnant.
You frown and immediately jump to the worst possible conclusion. "Cancer?" You whisper, your eyes widen, and you pray God wouldn't be so cruel as to do this to Marcus.
"No, baby." Marcus has to stop himself from laughing at how you went straight to the other side of the illness spectrum. He presses a kiss to your hair, breathing out slowly. "I think you might be pregnant."
You rear back, your frown fierce and you step out of his arms. "Marcus, I– we talked about this." You tell him flatly, trying not to raise your voice. Anger and sorrow swirling inside you. "I can't have kids, so I can't be pregnant." Your jaw sets and you look at him warily. "I knew– God, I knew that this would happen." You mumble.
Marcus sets himself down on the tile next to you, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. "I don't have my hopes up." A blatant lie. He absolutely does have his hopes up. "And I don't think it's likely," at least that was true. "But...I've been through this before, with Missy. I remember what it looks like. And I know not all pregnancies look the same, but humour me." His smile is soft, trying to be encouraging and as supportive as possible. "I'll go down to the store and grab a test. When it comes up negative like you think it will, we'll drop it and I'll give you foot rubs all night to apologize for even thinking it. Is that a deal?”
You want to say no. Want to scream that you've taken enough tests for a lifetime and cried enough tears when every single one of them came back negative. The doctors had never been able to tell you why you couldn't get pregnant, just that it wasn't happening. Of course it had caused some horrible arguments that had eventually led to your divorce. However, Marcus isn't your ex, and you see nothing but worry in his eyes. So you find yourself nodding, biting your lip as you agree. "Okay." You tell him quietly, feeling him squeeze your hand gently.
"Okay." He sighs with relief that you're willing to take the test, knowing that it's a hard thing for you to agree to. He helps you up off the floor, staying with you while you brush your teeth, and then tucks you into the couch with the remote in your hand before he heads out. Missy has already put the eggs and veggies from the forgotten omelets back in the fridge and gotten herself a bowl of cereal. "I'll be right back," he tells both of you, grabbing his jacket and wallet from the sideboard by the front door. "Don't burn the house down while I'm gone."
"Bye dad!" Missy calls out sarcastically. She finishes her cereal and comes out to the living room with you. Obviously worried from the way that she keeps looking over at you. Picking at the edge of the armchair she was sitting in; you can see that she's wanting to ask you what's wrong. "I'm okay sweetie. You can get ready for school. The bus should be here soon." You remind her, glancing at the clock on the DVR.
“You sure?” Missy has come around to you faster than she expected to, learning to like having you as part of her day and fully appreciating that home cooked meals are actually pretty good now. She’s been up front about the fact that she’s not ready to call you mom, and you’ve promised her she never has to if she’s not comfortable with it. She calls you by your name, and just the fact that you’re not trying to force yourself on her has made all the difference in the world. What happened was kinda screwed up, but it’s turning out okay.
"I'm sure." You assure her, giving her a small smile. Missy grins, reassured, and hops up. "Okay! I have to get ready for the audition today."
You sit up a little straighter and call up the stairs as she thunders up them. "I want to hear all about it when you get home!" You call out. "And we'll make cookies!"
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When Marcus gets back from the store he has a little bag with him – your favorite M&Ms and a bottle of that raspberry tea you love sitting alongside the box of pregnancy tests. “Missy got to the bus stop on time?” He asks, having just missed her.
"Yes, she did." You smile, remembering her exuberant goodbye as she raced out the door. "She was excited for her audition, and I promised we would make cookies when she gets home." You know you are probably spoiling her by baking nearly every day after school, but she loves it and it’s good bonding time for the two of you. Plus, the Heroics love when Marcus brings in the leftovers every morning. You catch sight of the bag and look up at him nervously. "Marcus..."
“I know.” He bobs his head apologetically. He knows this is hard for you. You’ve talked it out before while you explained things that had caused you anxiety with your ex. Marcus had been determined never to touch a single one of those things, but he could feel it in his bones that he was right. “I...um...when I was at the store. I realized...you haven’t had your period since we got married. So even if this comes up negative and I give you apology foot rubs until the end of time, I think we should see a doctor anyway. In case something is wrong.” He pulls out the M&Ms and holds them out flat in his palms to you like a sacrifice. “Please don’t be mad at me. I just want to take care of you.”
You give him an amused smile, taking the M&Ms gratefully. "I know you do." You admit, knowing he is nothing like your ex. He had never made you think he was upset by you not being able to have kids, so you had realized your fear was purely out of instinct. "I'm not upset at you, I promise." You sigh and throw the blanket off your legs, getting up and cupping his cheek. "I just don't want you to be disappointed."
Marcus smiles, a little lopsided, and pulls you up into his arms. “How could I ever be disappointed when I have you for my wife?”
You laugh, comforted by the fact that your husband always seems to know what to say to put you at ease. "I guess it's a good thing that I have to pee." You joke, holding out your hand for the box. "Are you going to want to be in the bathroom while I do this?" You ask, tilting your head at him curiously.
“If that’s okay with you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.
You nod. "Okay, sweetheart. How about we go upstairs to our bathroom, rather than crowding into the hall bath again."
“Anywhere you’re more comfortable.” With your hand in his, Marcus takes the stairs one by one right beside you. “Tea to make you pee?” He giggles at his own stupid rhyme, holding out the bottle of tea. God, he just wants you to be okay. No matter what the outcome was.
You giggle even as you roll your eyes, taking the bottle of tea. “You are such a dork.” You tease him, making him scrunch his nose up and lean in to kiss you when you reach the top of the stairs.
“But I’m your dork.” He argues, making you smile.
“Yes you are my dork.” You kiss him again and sigh. “Let’s get this over with. My bladder is starting to scream at me.”
You’re past the awkward stage of being in the bathroom together, and Marcus perches himself on the counter beside the sink while you take the test. “It’s just peace of mind,” he reminds you. “There’s a bug going around Missy’s school and that might be all it is. This is just checking one possible cause off the list.” He’s rambling and trying to be as kind as he can, not letting silence linger so you can’t sink into bad memories. He never wants any pressure between you, and he knows he signed up for no more kids. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be thrilled if it turned out to be true, but it means he’s not expecting it.
You know why he is talking so much, and you appreciate it. Although it’s not necessary. Once the test is sitting on the back of the toilet, you wash your hands and step over to your husband, wrapping your arms around his waist and sighing when you feel the warmth of his embrace. “I love you.” You whisper, conflicted about looking at the test. Part of you just wants to tell Marcus to look to satisfy his own questions, but you know that will hurt his feelings.
"I love you, too, sweetheart." He murmurs back, gently peppering kisses in your hair and all over your face until you can't help but giggle. It's a long three minutes. By far the longest three minutes of your entire relationship, past or present. When the timer on your phone goes off, he squeezes you tightly in his arms. "Do you want to look or do you want me to do it?" He asks quietly.
You bite your lip and look up at him, falling more in love with him when you don’t see any judgment in his eyes. “You look.” You whisper, having seen enough negative tests to last a lifetime. “I know what it will say.”
"It's just peace of mind." He says again, but somewhere along the line he's gotten mixed up about whose mind needs the peace. Marcus slips off the counter, squeezing you again before he lets go and steps over to the toilet. He catches himself, not wanting you to hear him hold his breath. Willing himself to look normal and calm, Marcus leans over to look at the most important piece of plastic he's seen in years.
He's grateful that he's facing away from you because he knows how wide his eyes have blown. "Baby..." His voice waivers, carefully picking up the test and staring down at the little plus sign in the window. He's on the verge of exploding, trying not to get excited before he sees your reaction. He has no idea what you'll say when you see this.
You sigh, knowing that despite what he said, when you hear his voice catch, you know he had been hopeful. “I’m sorry Marcus, I really am.” You turn around and rub your hand up his quivering back. “It’s– I’m sorry.” You shouldn’t apologize but you do. “I’ll make a doctor’s appointment to find out what’s wrong.”
"Honey." Marcus inhales softly, turning around to face you and practically cradling the test in his hand. "You should look at this."
“I don’t—" You freeze when you see the face of the test, your heart stopping or skipping several beats as you stare at the positive result. You make a noise that can’t even be described and rip your eyes away from the test to look up at Marcus. “Is that– Marcus, it that…positive?” You whisper, not daring to believe it. You’ve taken hundreds of tests and never even gotten a false positive.
"It is," he nods his head. He's trying so, so hard to keep a poker face until he can figure out how you feel about this but he's not sure how well he's doing. "It's positive, babe."
Your lower lip trembles and your eyes are already starting to fill with tears. “Positive means…I’m pregnant?” You whisper, staring back down at the test again, your lips starting to pull into a wide, ecstatic smile. “Marcus, I’m pregnant!”
The relief he feels at seeing you light up is palpable. He drops the test on the counter and scoops you up in his arms, feeling you grin against his neck as you hug the life out of each other. "You're pregnant," he whispers it against your lips, grinning along with you. "We're pregnant."
“Oh my God.” You sob out, the tears streaming down your face definitely ones of joy as you kiss your husband over and over again. “We’re, oh! I have to make an appointment. A blood test just to be certain, but I’ve never, ever had a positive test Marcus.”
"We'll call in a minute." His thumbs gently swipe away the tears running down your cheeks. Marcus is fairly certain he's never seen you this happy before, even in the video of your wedding. "We'll get the tests done and get you checked out, okay? Make sure everything is okay and get the coffee out of the kitchen so it won't make you sick again." He'd switch to tea and energy drinks in a heartbeat. This was the best reason in the world to have to change his routine.
You can’t help but beam up at him, excitement humming through your veins, and you feel like you could move mountains at this moment. “Later.” You tell him, pulling him to you for another kiss. “First I want you to take me to bed. Celebrate the little one the exact same way we created them.”
"My girl's always so eager." Marcus nips at your bottom lip, hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass tightly with both hands. "So gorgeous when you're excited, hermosa." His kisses trailed from your lips to your jaw, down the column of your neck. One hand snakes around to rest over your belly. "Going to look even better growing my baby inside you."
You whimper at his words, never thinking that you would actually hear them in this context. It was so much sweeter that it had happened with Marcus. "I can't believe it." You admit, loving how his hardness is growing at your hip, twitching with growing need. "You like the idea of me fat and pregnant with your baby? Mood swings and sensitive tits?" You had thought your breasts being sensitive was just because of your oncoming period, the one that Marcus had noticed you missing. Being sick and the upheaval of combining your lives had just made you think that it was delayed. You had been late plenty of times with a negative test for you to trust your cycle.
“I’ll end up getting really protective,” he admits, stroking his thumb over the place your tiny baby has decided to settle in and grow. “I went a little crazy with the whole thing before Missy was born. But I’m your man for 3am snack runs, foot massages, a good solid fucking whenever and wherever you want, and keeping every doctor’s appointment scheduled so you don’t have to worry about it.” He already knows you will hate the doctor’s visits. All the poking and prodding will probably give you serious flashbacks, but he will be there to hold your hand every step of the way.
"I love you." You close your eyes and curl into his body, loving how much he is already putting you at ease. "I– Marcus I want you to take me to bed and give me that good solid fucking, and then I want to schedule our first appointment for our baby." You breathe out, your voice wavering slightly with the overwhelming emotions that are coursing through you. "And I can't wait to see protective daddy mode."
Marcus growls playfully, fusing his mouth to yours instantly. It is only a few steps to walk you backward from the en-suite into your bedroom, and he can make the walk from muscle memory alone. “Glad I called out of work,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching for the hem of your t-shirt. “Gonna spend all day celebrating with you.”
You hum, smiling as he pulls back to lift your shirt over your head. "You seem to like that." You tease playfully, reaching down and cupping his hard length over his jeans. "Spending all day in bed with your wife."
He hisses at your touch, but can’t stop smiling. “Maybe I’m just really, really in love with you.” It’s no word of a lie. The last two months had proved to him that you were always meant to be a part of his life and he had grown exponentially more in love with you every single day. “And maybe I’m also turned on by how excited you are.”
"Mmmm." You love how open and honest he is with you. "I am excited and I want to show you just how excited I am." You normally let Marcus take control in the bedroom, reveling in his more dominant side, but right now you push him back from you slightly, smirking at his confusion as you look at him. "Strip." You order, biting your lip and looking at him in challenge.
His smile quickly morphed into a smirk. “Yes ma’am.” Never one to disobey a pregnant wife, Marcus pulls his t-shirt up over his head and tosses it aside, aiming for the laundry basket but failing miserably since he can’t take his eyes off of you. His favourite trick - undoing a zipper with his powers - comes in handy here and reveals that he hadn’t bothered to put underwear on this morning when he got out of the shower. Stiff and proud, his cock bobs when it’s free of his jeans and his smirk turns darker when he sees your eyes travel south and you bite your bottom lip. “See something you like?” He teases.
You inhale sharply, your own need making you reach for your clothes. "Fuck yes." You moan. "Get on the bed." You order him again, pulling your own shirt over your head and watching him lay down before you push the leggings and underwear you had been wearing down your legs and kick them off. He watches you as you kneel on the bed, making you smirk when he groans, your hands trailing lightly up his thighs. Bending down, your tongue runs up the length of him before coming back down, moving past his shaft and down to the hot and generously full balls beneath. Your lips press against them and you hear his moan when your tongue swipes at the soft skin. Paying special attention to the part of him that had given you such joy.
There is something about the gentleness of your caresses that lights a fire in Marcus as much as his normal rough and ready does. Making love is different than fucking with you - both are intense and highly pleasurable - but lovemaking always seems to press primal buttons in him that keep him close and doting on you for days. He knows that there will be more of this to come, but the sweet way you kiss his body is already making him squirm.
"Never thought I would get to have a baby." You admit, knowing he already knows this, but you feel like it needs to be said. Your lips press against his skin again and again in praise and worship, teasing and admiring. "But you, you gave me one." You realize now that it was your ex that was the issue. He had never shared the results of his tests, claiming they were normal, that you were the problem. Your nails scratch at the skin on his hips while you move up to let your tongue flutter around his frenulum. "Strong, virile and all mine." You whisper.
Marcus preens under your praise, feeling like there’s nothing at all special about him but if you say he’s special to you, then he believes it. Moans litter his responses to your touch, one hand slipping into your hair so he can make sure to see as much of his cock disappearing into your mouth as possible. “Anything for you,” he pants, humming in pleasure. “Try as much as you want or just love the hell out of this baby now.”
You moan around his cock, loving how he wants to give you options, leaving it up to you. "I'll be greedy later." You murmur, pulling off of him and kissing the tip of him, feeling his twitching where your hand is wrapped around the base. "Right now I just want to love the hell out of my baby daddy," you tease, winking up at him before you lick him again. He moans again and you release him, kissing up his stomach before you straddle him. Your dripping core pressing against his cock.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He promises. He gently strokes your clit, loving the way you let him watch your slick cunt slide up and down his length before you sink down on him. His hips buck, already looking more than a little wrecked as his eyes plead with you to keep going.
Your eyes roll back, a soft moan filling the air at how full you feel. His cock fits perfectly inside you and while you know it's all in your mind, you feel more sensitive than you were last night when he had taken you. Your walls flutter around him while you grind down on him and circle your hips slowly, relishing the way that he grabs onto your hips to try to control himself.
“I’m all yours, baby,” he repeats, hissing when you grind down harder into his lap same he plants his feet flat on the bed to fuck up into you with more force. “Yours to use.” There’s a flash of dominance in the statement as he tells you what to do, but he is relinquishing control to you. Letting you set the pace and take what you need.
You moan, jostled on his cock and you love how he hits. Leaning down, you don’t miss how his eyes drift down to your tits, where they are brushing against his chest. “Marcus.” You whine, wanting his mouth on them. You push your chest towards his mouth.
He gladly latches on to one tit, tracing your piercing with his tongue and palming the other to give equal attention. He’s found out that the best way to make you squeal is to play with your tits with his powers, so the hard peak pressing against his palm receives a jolt of energy - just enough to be pleasurable before the threshold of pain. He explores with sucking kisses, already having memorized your body but always wanting to praise your peaks and valleys. He’s sure to leave live bites littered across your torso that the doctor will see but politely not comment on, and he loves it.
Your walls tighten around him, making your hips jerk when he tugs on the piercing with his teeth gently. "Oh fuck baby." you pant out, bouncing on him faster. Your walls slide up and down his shaft, your thighs burning from the fast pace that you start, needing him urgently and wanting to fall apart on him.
He knows that look on your face. He has dirty dreams about that face even though he sees it at least once a day. You’re so close that you would normally be begging if he were in charge. Begging for permission to soak his cock in your release, screaming his name as you came. Marcus loves that look.
He swaps his attention to your other breast and snakes his hand down between you to rub your clit, pushing you even further toward your peak. His spine is tingling deliciously and he knows he’s going to follow you right over the edge.
"Oh God, oh fuck, Marcus." You whimper, barreling closer to cumming, especially when he brings his hand down to rub your clit. The perfect pressure that you love against the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck!" You cry out, your body jerking and you collapse on his chest, trying to grind your hips down to keep moving while you cum around him.
He fucks your through your orgasm, rhythmless thrusts jerking deep inside you until thick ropes of his cum paint your cunt and claim it as his. Marcus holds you tight to his chest as you both come down from your high, peppering kisses in your hair and finding your lips sweet, loving kisses. “I guess this is what happens when we never use protection,” he jokes, catching his breath while still inside you.
Your breath catches when you realize that. "Oh God." Your brow furrows and you pull back to look down at him seriously. "I– Marcus I didn't mean for this– how do you feel about this?" You ask. Logically, you know he is happy, he wouldn't have reacted the way that he did, but you had told him that you were safe. That you couldn't have children and now you are pregnant. That miniscule part of you feels like you tricked him into this and that is what is prompting this moment.
“Sweetheart...” he sees the worry in your eyes. The flash of guilt. “Baby, I’m thrilled .” He promises. “Please don’t think of this as some kind of accident.” His arms tighten around you, cradling your body against his. “This is a gift. You never thought you’d get to be a mother and now you can be. Honestly? I love being a dad. And Missy will be a fantastic big sister. Our family is growing and that’s a beautiful thing to be grateful for.”
You slump down against him, relieved by his reassurances. You press your lips to his and sigh, happy that you got to be with this man again. That you were able to even be where you are right now. "I love you, Mr. Moreno." You whisper, smiling against his lips and closing your eyes when his arms tighten around you. "So very much. I am so happy that we got married at our reunion. Best drunk decision I've ever made."
Marcus presses a playful, smacking kiss to your lips. “I wonder who won the bet?” He muses, waggling his eyebrows. “How many of our classmates do you think bet on you getting pregnant on our honeymoon?”
You snicker and bite your lip, contemplating. "Susan and Tim for sure." You guess, grinning down at him. "We will have to announce it on the app after we confirm it with the doctor and see who crows the loudest." You suggest, leaning down and kissing him again.
“We should call the doctor,” he mumbles, now kissing down your jaw and the line of your neck. He absolutely doesn't want to pull out of you even though he’s gone soft inside you, but neither of you has a cell phone nearby and it’s a very important appointment to make.
You murmur a soft protest but start to get off of him. "I guess it's for the best." You grumble before you flash him a grin. "I have to pee again."
“Get ready for a lot of that.” With one more kiss, Marcus lets you off of him and follows you into the bathroom to clean up. “You’re going to be a great mom,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand tight and pressing a kiss to your palm. “You’re so good with Missy already. You’re going to be amazing.”
"I hope so." You tell him, nervous but eager to face the challenges that come with motherhood. You break away from him so you can go use the bathroom and clean up. Watching Marcus pick up the pregnancy test and pad out of the room while you finish up, you hear him on the phone, murmuring too low for you to hear and you smile to yourself, your hand drifting down to cover your stomach protectively.
Miracles do happen it seems.
You're married to the first man you've ever loved and are now carrying his baby. You smile, looking down at the test you couldn't resist taking while you were cleaning up. Another pink plus sign, making you truly grateful.
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 17
Hello darlings!
It was another big week - 24 fics! I should really start sleeping at night instead of reading until 3 am.... oh well. Enjoy the fruits of my sleep disorder!
You can find the Spreadsheet in all it's organizational glory here and all of my previous recommendations here.
Recommendations below the pedro meme (created by @gasolinerainbowpuddles)
Ravish -a Joel series by @psychedelic-ink
I've read a few like... cam girl/chat service/sex work type AUs and I have to say this is one of my favorites. I really really love the little Dieter cameos. And a little birdie (the literal author) told me he may be making an appearance in a future installment??? I am so excited ugh. Joel is like... stunningly hot in this despite being the kind of guy that falls in love with a cam girl. Yummy yummy
Seven minutes in heaven (the bathroom) -a Frankie one shot by @tieronecrush
A fun twist on the bathroom quickie trope. Frankie is so filthy in this fic and it is fantastic. I really like the ending also. Made me giggle
A Savage Place - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
SUB JOEL MY BELOVED!!! This is one of those more realistic sub joels where he's confused as fuck about liking it, but he really clearly needs someone to take control for a little while. I really fucking love this so much. (there's pegging in part 2 @ my pegging enthusiasts <3 ) Reader is hot as hell, also. GOD I love this.
Whistle in the Dark - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
Romantic cucking <3 No but okay the like basic plot is that your husband is a piece of shit who cheats on you so you like forcibly cuck him with Joel and Joel has feelings and it's sooooo hot and so good and like... affirming? and sweet? And your husband deserves to have his dick cut off bc he does something real fucked up, but having to watch Joel Miller dick his wife down GOOD is a start.
He hurt me but it felt like true love - a Joel one shot by @iamasaddie
Mean sexy Joel is pissy cause he found your dildo and he's gonna make that your problem. It's so hot. Vaginal DP????? GOD DAMN. Someone said DP isn't depraved a while back (eyeroll). They should read this. This is beautifully depraved
Feral Woman - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
This series has me feeling so many emotions. Watching FW/reader/Julia/Bug heal over time and learn to trust again is so fucking good. Susan is the light of my motherfuckin life I love that woman with all my heart. This series is GORGEOUS
Endless Night - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
yes i basically worked my way through Puddles' masterlist can you fucking blame me look at this shit. Anyway. EnNi reader/OC is, on the surface, the sunshine to Joel's grump. But the thing I love about her is that she's got this underlying darkness that adds so much depth to the grumpy x sunshine trope. I'm also eating up the borderline enemies to lovers dynamic going on here. Joel is such a dick lmao. I'm so excited for the rest of this fic.
All the good girls go to hell - an Ezra one shot by @psychedelic-ink
DUBCON with PRIEST EZRA yesssssss. The Haunted Hoedown is the gift that keeps on giving. This fic is so fucking HOT. Ezra as a priest seems so wrong and so right at the same time. This is excellent. I'd gladly go to hell for this man UNF.
Three's a crowd - a Marcus P/Javi P one shot by @agentmarcuspike
Marcus motherfuckin cute ass baby Pike watches Javier Peña fuck you. Yeah. Cucking Marcus Pike. That's what this is. Marcus is also characterized perfectly. Like this is so fucking cute actually. And it's really hot. obviously.
Begging for you to take my hand - a Joel series by @jupiter-soups
This fic is driving me up the wall in the best way. Joel is a big dumb idiot man who is like... not emotionally intelligent enough to realize he's in the wrong while trying to do what he perceives to be the "right thing." Here's what I commented verbatim on part 2 "Joel 'You Deserve Better Than Me' Miller back on his bullshit. I love this so much. Joel is so sad and so stupid i kinda wanna hit him." So if you're like me and you like to watch Joel be a sad little idiot who is also super hot.... this is the one
Refuge - a Joel series by @cool-iguana
GAH THIS IS SO GOOD!!! This fic really situates you in reader's head. Like you feel disoriented and frustrated and scared when she does and you feel like a powerful badass when she does and it's SO good. Basically in this one your husband joel shows up with some kid who is def not your kid in Jackson after you've been there for a hot minute and it's a big wtf moment. There's some other shit going on that I don't wanna spoil but like... this is so good. I know I keep saying that but GOT DAMN
Exposed - a Javi P one shot by @atticrissfinch
big fat dub con warning on this one. I so rarely see Javi written as a creep and I really fucking enjoyed it. I would like to humbly request more creep!professor!javi p
The Apprentice - a Dave York one shot by @pedropascalsx
This has like mafia!au vibes while not really being that, but what I mean by that is that the big bad murder daddy who you thought you'd be scared of saves you from murder father (ur dad). I really liked the characterization of Dave in this and the smut was HOT
Stockings - a Joel one shot by @atticrissfinch
Daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink. This is inspired by a photo that literally looks like denim shirt joel is helping you put your stockings on. This fic manages to be adorable and aggressively hot at the same time. I am in love.
Slumber - a Joel one shot by @cool-iguana
I love a good somno fic. also this is literally their 2nd fic they ever wrote and it's so good?! TALENT. There was a thing in this that caught me off guard bc I fully did not read the warnings, but I was not at all mad about it... HOT
Yearling - a Joel series by @justagalwhowrites
Holy motherfuckin shit balls dude. I'm noticing that I'm reading a lot of Reader-Who-Is-Extremely-Traumatized fics this week and I refuse to examine why that is but also they all have handled the heavy content very very well. Anyway. Reader is super duper good with horses and Joel is so soft and Ellie is so Ellie and I love all of this. I really love the way Kit builds the world in her fics. Like the opening chapter and then the way Bambi's back story is built up and the spaces that she exists in, they're all so vivid and good and real to me. I'm so fucking in love with the way Kit includes these details like reader singing and playing music, joel's coat, the light on in the house when Bambi is gone. It feels like nothing is there just to be there, like it's all important and it has a significant impact on the story and man... (also if you're worried about starting a longfic that's not finished, it updates like twice a fuckin week. Fast writer lol).
The Cabin in the Woods- a Dave York one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx
Getting kidnapped by Dave York and held in his cabin in the woods. Dark dark dark fic and so fucking well written. Love this <3
Isn't She a Doll? - a Dave York one shot by @proxima-writes
You are Dave's perfect little housewife and that is definitely the only thing going on here. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. (just read it)
Who do you call? - a Joel one shot by @chloeangelic
Your hot neighbor Joel helps you get rid of a spider! How sweet of him. Oh and then he rails you on the couch. I really love the way they have a whole conversation while they're fucking about how long it's been since they've fucked anyone. Chloe just has this wonderful way of infusing humor into really really hot fics that I adore
Does your mother know? - a Joel one shot by @cupofjoel
Another bathroom quickie for the rec list and god DAMN this one is hot. Close Family Friend!Joel (god I love putting this man in situations). There's something about being forced to stay quiet that just makes everything hotter.
Cellmate's Nephew!Joel - a Joel series by @toxicanonymity
JoJo is actually the love of my life. His tattoos, his voice, his dick print.... sigh. Can't wait to get out prison so this man can rail me on every available surface between the prison and Mabel's house.
The Man That I Love - a Joel series by @lumoverheaven
Joel is an idiot who doesn't know what he has until he almost loses it. The first part is heartwrenching and sad and I love it. The second part is wonderful and makes me tear up a lil
I said I didn't feel nothing, baby, but I lied - a Veracruz one shot by @iamasaddie
Veracruz is so hot. I swear that man could punch me in the face and I'd suck his dick for it (that is not healthy oops). This lovely little drabble is literally just you getting your ass spanked so raw you won't be able to sit for a week and it's HOT AS HELL
Creep - a Joel one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings
Joel Miller is your super hot creepy neighbor and he manages to get you to fuck him and that is definitely the only thing going on here. nothing fishy at all. nope. totally normal reader fucks her creepy neighbor fic. (just fucking trust me and read it ok?)
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JLRRT’s Favorites
Includes only works that I’ve read, watched or listened to. Some works are out of date or contain errors, but are still included for their enjoyable writing or other strengths. This list will be updated as I find new media I like. Feel free to recommend more to me!
Biographies
Antony and Cleopatra, by Adrian Goldsworthy (review)
Augustus: First Emperor of Rome, by Adrian Goldsworthy (review)
Augustus: The Life of Rome’s First Emperor, by Anthony Everitt (review)
Brutus: The Noble Conspirator, by Kathryn Tempest (review)
Caesar: Life of a Colossus, by Adrian Goldsworthy (review)
A Companion to Julius Caesar, anthology, ed. Miriam Griffin (review)
Julius Caesar and the Roman People, by Robert Morstein-Marx (review #1, review #2)
Cato the Younger: Life and Death at the End of the Roman Republic, by Fred Drogula (review)
Cicero: The Life and Times of Rome’s Greatest Politician, by Anthony Everitt (review)
Clodia Metelli: The Tribune's Sister, by Marilyn Skinner (review)
Fulvia: Playing for Power at the End of the Roman Republic, by Celia Schultz (review)
Marcus Agrippa: Right-hand Man of Caesar Augustus, by Lindsay Powell (review)
Scipio Africanus: Rome’s Greatest General, by Richard Gabriel (review)
Servilia and her Family, by Susan Treggiari (review)
Tiberius Caesar, by David Shotter (review)
Tiberius, by Robin Seager (review)
Classical Sources
Catiline’s War, by Sallust (review)
The Jewish War, by Flavius Josephus
The Twelve Caesars, by Suetonius (review and discussion; see also my Suetonius tag)
Other Nonfiction
A Companion to the Roman Republic, eds. Nathan Rosenstein and Robert Morstein-Marx
The Last Generation of the Roman Republic, by Erich Gruen (review)
Latin for All Occasions and X-Treme Latin by Henry Beard
Horrible Histories: The Rotten Romans, by Terry Deary (middle grade audience)
Roman Homosexuality, by Craig Williams (review, chapter summaries)
SPQR: A History of Ancient Rome, by Mary Beard (review, timeline from the book)
The Storm Before the Storm, by Mike Duncan (review)
Comics
Cardinal's art and comics on Tumblr
The Cartoon History of the Universe series, by Larry Gonick (graphic novel; Roman history starts in Volume II; review)
The Dead Romans Society on Tumblr
Historical Fiction Books
Augustus, by John Williams (review)
The Cicero Trilogy (Imperium, Lustrum, Dictator), by Robert Harris (review)
The City War, by Sam Starbuck (review)
Cleopatra: Daughter of the Nile, by Kristiana Gregory (middle grade audience; review)
Masters of Rome series, by Colleen McCullough (review)
Roma soy yo, by Santiago Posteguillo (review)
Roma Sub Rosa series, by Steven Saylor (review, suggested reading order)
Podcasts
The History of Rome by Mike Duncan
TV, movies, videos
Fulvia y Cleopatra, dos destinos cruzados - Spanish docudrama (review)
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Hannibal’s March on Rome, Smithsonian Channel
Historia Civilis Youtube Channel
Invicta Youtube Channel
I, Claudius, BBC
Last Days of Pompeii, Amazon Prime Documentary
Meet the Romans with Mary Beard
Murder in Rome, BBC Timewatch
Overly Sarcastic Productions Youtube Channel
Rome: Empire Without Limit with Mary Beard
Plays
The Tragedy of Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
See also:
Things I look for in history books - my tips for evaluating whether a book is reliable
Disability studies for ancient Greece and Rome
White supremacy, racism, and decolonizing classics studies
Women in Classical Antiquity (list of scholarly sources)
Queer Classics: A Speculative Reading List
LGBT Meets SPQR
Lesbiantiquity: "A zine-anthology of Greek & Latin writings about women loving women"
Resources for learning about Black history
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Underwear
Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, female masturbation, unprotected sex, trying to get pregnant, office sex, sexy lacy underwear, cursing, breeding kink, sub Marcus.
You run your hand down along your collarbone and across the swell of your breasts. Imagining his rough hands as you do causing your skin to pimple. The nails on your fingers scrape your skin slightly as you move down, down, down and oh.
You push your head back into the pillows as your back arches off the bed, fingers working through your slick folds. The beating of your heart increases as you near that release you’ve been seeking all day.
Your left hand squeezes your breast, playing with the nipple but you need more. Moving it down to your aching cunt you circle your clit - the way he does with his thumb - and oh…oh fuck yes…please Marcus….
Buzz….Buzz….
Fuck! Goddamn it. With your heart still racing and your breathing ragged you reach over to the locker for your phone. “Hel..hello.”
“Everything ok, baby? You sound out of breath.”
“Yeah…yep. Everything ok with you?” He sighs down the phone and you sit up, a worrisome feeling creeping in through the haze of lust. “I’m not gonna make it home in time for dinner tonight. I’m so sorry baby. This case.” He sighs again. “It’s just we need to do a bit of recon and Smith wants me on it.”
“Hey, Marcus, baby, it’s ok. I’m sure I can manage your parents on my own. Besides, I think they prefer me anyway.” He lets out a breathy laugh, “god I love you baby.”
“I know. Love you too.”
“So why were you all breathless when you answered the phone? Missing me baby? Want me to help?”
“Goodbye Marcus,” you say with a giggle as you hang up on your husband. As you lay back on the bed an idea pops into your head. Maybe he can help.
***
The doors of the elevator creak open and with one last glance in the mirror, you turn and make your way towards his office. Susan waves as you pass but you don’t have time for niceties. Not today.
Grabbing the handle you push open the door to his office and lock it behind you. “I’m a little busy,” he mutters with his head bent over some paperwork. “Even for me?” You say seductively as you twirl a piece of your hair between your fingers.
His eyes are wide as he looks up and takes you in. You’re wearing a beige colour trench coat and hidden underneath is the white lace set you bought for your anniversary. The one he says makes you look all innocent. The one he fucking loves to take off you. Your hair is curled slightly and you've done your makeup lightly with a red lip.
“Baby,” he stutters as his eyes land on the hint of lace on the swell of your breasts. “What…what are you doing here?” A devilish smirk plays across your face as you saunter over towards him, twirling the belt of your coat as you slowly loosen it. It falls slightly off your shoulders and he groans, trying to cover it with a cough.
His face begins to heat and his eyes dart around the office before they land back on you as you grip his chair and turn him to face you. “Wanna know what I was doing when you rang earlier?” He nods his head, his breathing becoming ragged as he stares at your now exposed chest. The white lace clinging to your skin.
Leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I was touching myself. Touching myself and thinking that it was your fingers buried deep in my cunt.”
“Fuck! Baby…I…” You smile down at him as you shrug off the coat, letting it hit the floor with a thud. “I love the feel of your rough fingers as they slip down my body and into my….”
Pulling back you can see the effect you're having on him. His hands are gripping the chair like it’s a lifeline. His breathing is harsh and his cock is straining against the zipper of his slacks. “I want you to fuck me Marcus. Bend me over your desk and fuck me. Fuck me so hard that the whole office will know who I belong to. I want you to fill me up so much it drips down my thighs.”
“Jesus Christ Y/N…I can’t I…I’m the boss I…bad example…” He’s struggling to keep his composer but you aren’t giving up that easily. Climbing into his lap you grind your aching cunt along his thick cock and he can’t help the moan that slips out as he closes his eyes tight. His hands have moved to your hips and you lean in and kiss along the skin of his neck, nipping it with your teeth. “Fuck!” He shouts, his gaze now focused on you.
You made sure to wear your crotchless set knowing well Marcus wouldn’t take the lead on this. Reaching between you both you grab him with your hand, squeezing ever so slightly. His eyes close and he groans. “Fuck baby…you’re killing me..”
With a smile on your face you line him up and slowly sink onto him. Oh! You gasp as your head falls back. His hands grip your hips tighter as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. His eyes drift to where you are joined. Watching as his cock moves in and out of you, smeared with your arousal.
He sits forward with a growl, pulling your nipple into his mouth as he slides his arms around you, holding you tight. The way your hips work over him and the angle he has you at has you nearing the edge of oblivion.
“Oh Marcus I’m…I’m gonna..”
“That’s it baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me.”
“Fuck oh fuck!”
You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming rougher. “Oh fuck….baby I can feel you…so tight….sucking me in…fuck….”
He’s pounding into you now, thrusting his hips up, hitting that sweet spot over and over. “Gonna fill you up baby. Gonna fill you up over and over until you're round with my baby. You want that?”
“Yes,” you cry as you come again. God you loved when he got like this. “Gonna fuck my baby into you…keep you pregnant all the damn the time..” he stutters as his hips falter. He comes hard with a groan and once he’s spent he falls back against the chair pulling you with him.
“Fuck baby,” he breathes out harshly, his head leaning back against the chair, eyes closed. “I think we need to do this again.”
“Hmm, I think we do. Do you think anyone heard?” He laughs. The fucker laughs. “I think the whole bureau heard.”
Biting your lip you look at him sheepishly. “Sorry.” He opens an eye and smiles at you. “No you’re not. And neither am I.” His hand slides up your body to rest on your stomach. “Think it worked this time?”
Leaning in closer, your lips pressed against his ear. “It already has.”
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@thatpinkshirt @maryfanson
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SMUT-O-METER
Credit to @anaxandria-writes for this idea on the Discord Server, MY WORKS in order of Spiciness. (As always, mind the tags!)
🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 Are you okay there? (PWP: hold the P)
There's Something About Ernie (Ernie x Draco x Harry)
The Seven Sexcruxes of Tom Riddle (Tom x Hagrid)
Harry Sandwich (Harry x Draco x Theo)
Of Vines and Fiendfyre (Hermione x Neville)
Mistletoe, or Die F***ing (Fred x Harry x George)
The Golden Trio is Mine (Draco x Ron x Hermione x Harry)
Strictly Professional (Draco x Hermione)
HP Kinkuary 2023 Collection (Multi)
HP Cocktober 2022 Collection (Multi)
HP Kinktober 2023 Collection (Multi)
🌶🌶🌶🌶 Keep a glass of half and half handy, this might burn your mouth.
How to Care for Your Monster Book: A Guide by Rubeus Hagrid (Hagrid x Monster Book)
How to Catch a DILF (Draco x Albus)
What the Portraits Saw (Draco x Hermione)
Bedknobs & Broomsticks & Enemies You Shouldn't Sleep With (Marcus x Oliver)
Draco Malfoy and the Sparkly Green Boots (Draco x Harry)
Solace (Harry x George)
Pumpkin Spice Smorgasbord (Hermione x Draco x Theo)
Awakening (Draco x Hermione)
Peaches and Cream (Draco x Hermione)
All Sorts (Remus x Aberforth)
Atonement (Percy x George)
A Merciful Alternative (Lucius x Draco)
Monster Mash, Graveyard Smash (Ron x Draco x Harry)
Elaterium (Draco x Neville)
Fucking Perfect, Actually (Ron x Cormac)
🌶🌶🌶 Solid hit of spice with a bit more substance
One Small Eternity (Pansy x Ron)
Mastermind (Draco x Ron, Draco x Harry, Harry x Ron)
Flying on Ice (Draco x Ron)
Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] (Draco x Ron)
Lost at Sea (Ron x Harry, Others x Harry)
From Sunset to Star Rise (Ron x Harry)
Inheritance (Draco x Hermione)
All's Fair in Love & War & Paintball (Multi)
Forever in Your Debt (Ron x Mary Cattermole)
🌶🌶 It’s still there, you just have to dig for it
In for a Knut, In for a Galleon (Draco x Hermione)
Heart in a Box (Harry x Luna)
93 Diagon Alley (Harry x George)
When Malfoy Met Granger... (Draco x Hermione)
Bring Her Back (TransFem Luna x Theo)
Not Now, Not Ever (Draco x Millicent’s cat)
Amorous Congress (Padma x Terry x Michael)
HP Saffics Summer Exchange 2023 (Multiple, all femslash)
Iris (Neville x Alice)
31 Days of Weasley Collection 2023 (Multiple)
🌶 Keepin’ it cool (No smut)
Peeling Potatoes (Harry x George)
Dear Hermione (Hermione x Draco)
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder (Hermione x Draco)
The Test (Hermione x Draco)
The Kissing Booth (Hermione x Draco)
Fifty-Three Years (Hannah x Susan)
Lost and Found (Harry x Luna)
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Ships that have already qualified (read before submitting):
Jude Lizowski/Jonesy Garcia
Tyler Kennedy "TK" Strand/Carlos Reyes
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Gwen Stacey
Willow Rosenberg/Winifred "Fred" Burkle
Francine Frensky/Muffy Crosswire
Susan Ivanova/Marcus Cole
Kate Kane (Batwoman)/Renee Montoya
Barry B. Benson/Vanessa Bloome
Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago
Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay
Jack Zimmermann/Eric "Bitty" Bittle
Justin "Ransom" Oluransi/Adam "Holster" Birkholtz
Danny/Reuven
Larissa "Lara" Bogdan/Jasmine
Kelsey Pokly/Isabella "Stacks" Alvarado
Rebecca Bunch/Audra Levine
Rebecca Bunch/Greg Serrano
Rebecca Bunch/Nathaniel Plimpton
Samantha "Sam" Manson/Danniel "Danny" Fenton
Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Selina Kyla (Catwoman)
Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Clark Kent (Superman)
Clark Kent (Superman)/Lois Lane
Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)
Barney Guttman/Logan Nguyen
Leah/Chanan
Shay Goldstein/Dominic Yun
Marvin/Whizzer
Trina/Mendel Weisenbachfeld
Perchik/Hodel
Tzeitel/Motel
Monica Gellar/Chandler Bing
Molly McGee/Libby Stein Torres
Rachel Berry/Noah Puckerman
Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines
Cristina Yang/Owen Hunt
Cristina Yang/Preston Burke
Levi Schmidt/Nico Kim
Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam
James Wilson/Gregory House
The Baker and/The Baker's Wife
Kim Possible/Ron Stoppable
The Jewish People/The Shabbat Bride
Alec Hardison/Parker
Max Eisenhardt (Magneto)/Charles Xavier (Professor X)
Steve Rogers (Captain America)/James "Bucky" Barnes
Arnold "Arnie" Roth/Michael Bech
Arnold "Arnie" Roth/Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Billy Kaplan (Wiccan)/Teddy Altman (Hulkling)
Bobby Drake (Iceman)/Hank McCoy (Beast)
Bobby Drake (Iceman)/Johnny Storm (The Human Torch)
Layla El Faouly/Mark Spector (Moon Knight)
Matthew Hawk (Two-Gun Kid II)/Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Betty Brant
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Eugene "Flash" Thompson
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/ Felicia Hardy
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/ Harry Osborn
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Mary Jane "MJ" Watson
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Wade Wilson (Deadpool)
Steve Rogers/Bernadette "Bernie" Rosenthal
Wanda Maximoff/The Vision
Midge Maisel/Susie Myerson
Hal Emmerich (Otacon)/Solid Snake
Casey Goldberg-Calderon/Lunella Lafayette
Fran Fine/Max Sheffield
Ben Gross/Devi Vishwakumar
Winston Schmidt/Cece Parekh
David Jacobs/Jack Kelly
Seth Cohen/Summer Roberts
Scout Touzani/Elias Wyrick
KJ Brandman/Mac Coyle
Lavinia Asimov/Poison Oak
Phineas Flynn/Isabella Garcia-Shapiro
Anon's Mom/Dad
The person reading this & their partner
Jerry Seinfeld/Cosmo Kramer
Simon Lewis/Isabel Lightwood
Danielle/Maya
Bram Greenfeld/Simon Spier
Miryem Mandelstam/The Staryk King
David Rose/Patrick Brewer
James T Kirk/S'chn T'gai Spock
Worf Rozhenko/Jadzia Dax
Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla
Brian Jeeter/Krejjh
Bobby Singer/Rufus Turner
Jonah Simms/Amy Sosa
Reish Lakish/Rabbi Yochanen
King David/Yonatan
Devorah/Barak
Moses/Tzipporah
Ruth/Naomi
Yaakov/The Angel
Rowan Roth/Neil Mcnair
Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz
Cecil Palmer/Carlos The Scientist
Josh Lyman/Donna Moss
Little Ash/Uriel
Lucille "Lucy" Kensington/Dr. Edison "Ed" Tucker
Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Anshel/Avigdor
Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer
Wanda Maximoff (The Scarlet Witch)/Jericho Drumm
Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Shondra Kinsolving
Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Talia Al Ghul
Ben Grimm (The Thing)/Alicia Masters
Velma Dinkley/Daphne Blake
Velma Dinkley/Marcie Fleach
Didi Pickles/Stu Pickles
Velma Dinkley/Coco Diablo
Babushka (Tatiana)/Dedushka (Ivan)
Kitty Pryde/Illyana Rasputin
Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff
Marc Spector (Moon Knight)/Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
Hillel/Shammai
S'chn T'gai Spock/James T Kirk/Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy
S'chn T'gai Spock/Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Frankie Bergstein/Grace Hanson
Annie Edison/Jeff Winger
Maxine Myers/Paula Cohen
Baby Houseman/Johnny Castle
Tevye/Golde
Michael "Mike" Wazowski/Celia Mae
Talmudic couple having gay sex in the attic
Tim Drake/Kon El (Conner Kent)
Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Quagmire
Reuben Kent/Feliks Kaufmann
Anshel/Avigdor/Hadass
Amram/Zelikman
Anshel/Hadass
SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN UNTIL MAY 8, 2023 @ 12:00 AM EDT
#info#if you have any reasons a ship shouldn't be on this list let me know since I don't have the ability to fully vet everything#there are a small handful im still considering#will update as more submissions trickle in
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AU Suggestions
Hi everyone Arhi the hedgefox here so this will be new of the blog which are AU suggestions I haven’t said anything about this yet but now I amSo I’ll be taking AU suggestions for my ocs and I’ll list the resent ones below so you can suggest one for me to doMy ocs from the Sonic universe but they are hybridsJake the jaghog (Jaguar and Hedgehog)Danny and Xavier the bunndog twins (Dog and Bunny)Kelly the hedgehogGabe the HedgehogIan the hedgekidna (Hedgehog mix with one I can’t pronounce correctly but it’s a hybrid)Arhi the hedgefox (Fox and hedgehog)Zozo Lucifer (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Lucy (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Isa (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Jack & Nick (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox children)Alex (Mix of 4 characters)Alice (Sil x A)Stacy (Sil x A)Raven (Son x A)Ace (Sha x A)Max (Sha x A)Linda MacyLily CollinMaxwell BlueMaxy and Macey the hedgebunny (Hedgehog and bunny) Hodarr Zabus Taylor Kai Arhi the Dog Amber the bunny Alex the rabbit Dominic the Rabbit Jessica the Dog James the Bunny Max the wolfMikel the catAmanda the hedgehogAce the werehogJack the werehogMaddison the werehogMaddox the werehog
Max the werehog
Ian the werehog
Mike the werehog
Micale the werehog
Jim the werehog
Angel the werehog
Zamen the werehog
Josh the werehog
Nick the werehog
John the werehog
Kim the werehog
Jay the werehog
Stacy the rabbit
Miranda the dog
Jaquinn the hedgehog
Kayla the dog
Oliver the dog
Amilia the cat
Owen the hedgedog
Emma the hedgehog
Olive the rabbit
Angela the hedgedog
Pam the rabbit
Jason the wolf
Jonny the fox
Mason the rabbit
Grayson the cat
Ava the Dog
Conner the hedgehog
Lucas the Hedgehog
Jake the hedgehog
Aaron the hedgehog
Pat the hedgehog
Mat the dog
Jade the hedgehog
Kade the hedgehog
Jema the hedgehog
Kacey the cat
Jeremiah the hedgehog
Kenny the hedgehog
Ken the hedgehog
Melody the cat
Ortensia the hedgehog
Bob the hedgehog
Cole the hedgehog
Opal the hedgehog
Bobby the hedgehog
Chris the hedgehog
Janus the hedgehog
Jackson the hedgehog
Jacob the Hedgehog
McKayla the wolf
Eli the hedgehog
Jin the hedgedog
Layla the dog
June the Dog
Sam the dog
Rosey the rabbit
My exes and others:
MS.exe
Arhi.exe
Danny.exe
Xavier.exe
Needlefox
Isa needle
Gorge Spirit
Garry Spirit
Len Spirit
Jake Glitch
King Glitch
Alice Spirit
Gabriela Spirit
Ash Spirit Glitch
Coby Grown
Zosia Way
Dallas Grown
Maddox Way
Marcus grown
Mack Grown
Ian Way
Angela Way
Gabe Grown
Nick Way
Sam way
Owne Grown
James Grown
Jax Way
Susan I. Speye and Linda I. Speye (Twins Identical)
Karter Spirit
Leo error
Cristy Curse
Cail Curse
Ben Magic
Kai Chaotic
Malissa Chaotic
Macey Chaotic
Len Magic
Nick Needle
Nikky Magic
Max Grown
Sally Spirit
Isaac Magic
Samuel Spirit
Angela Error
Alice Needlefox
Eil.exe
Olivia.exe
Backroom oc entities:
Anti-gravity jack
Ava
Isaiah
Ghost Sam
Demon kitty
Spider boi
TV man
Rainbowy
Dreamcore ocs:
Austin woodlock
Tomas Woodlock (Resent character)
tick tock tim/tom
blind Emily
rabbit Tarry
Henry dream
Kenny the robot cat
Sana the robot rabbit
Creepypasta ocs:
Lexi Wolf
Lost Exe
Lost Alex Grey
Elizabeth Morningstar
Cuphead OCS:
Cuponna
Cherry Mocha
Green tea
Chocolate mocha
Strawberry Calypso
Orange Jamaica
Black tea
Batim ocs:
Emily
MHA ocs:
Trinity
Macy
Lucy
Danganronpa ocs:
Leo Komaeda
Lucky Komaeda
Roy Komaeda
Lily Komaeda
Roy Hinata
Jim spirit
Jessica Hinata
Sally
Dexter
Cassandra Kamukura
Katy Kamukura
Conner Spirit
Xavier Kamukura
Rosy and Cane
Vanessa Naegi
Sam Spirit
Samara Spirit
Isaac Komaeda
John Spirit
Cortney Naegi
Luna Naegi
Tim Spirit
Lessy
Madoka Magica ocs:
Kocho
Animals:
Carter
Lily Jackquin
MVA ocs:
Susie
murder drones ocs:
R
S
A
Z
O
Eto
Eli
ocs:
Magic Spirit and Blare Spirit
Tai Kai
Macy Harkquinn
Jake
Casella
Tarisa
Marcus
June Keller
John Keller
Zen C. Akuma/Damien C. Akuma
Zane B. Akuma
Mr.Akuma
Mrs.Akuma
Leon Spirit
Amilia Magic
Azrail L. Zozo
Thomas Quinn
A lot more down the line
So here’s a list of all ocs
Yes you can ask me to make your ocs into this as well or draw the actual character them selves
Please have a good day/Night or afternoon
#sonic ocs#ocs#madoka magica ocs#MVA ocs#murder drones ocs#Danganronpa ocs#Creepypasta ocs#exe ocs#needlemouse ocs#Dreamcore ocs#Backrooms ocs#Cuphead ocs#batim ocs#au Ideas#au suggestions#aus#ask blog#mod magic spirit#mod Arhi the hedgefox#Sonic oc hybrids#oc hybrids#animal ocs#ask me anything
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#Babylon 5#Babylon5edit#Susan Ivanova#Marcus Cole#Susan x Marcus#Claudia Christian#Jason Carter#my edits
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Poor Sheridan. He keeps sending Ivanova on missions with someone who’s madly in love with her, and she just keeps interrupting every single romantic endeavor of which he ever finds himself to be a part.
#babylon 5#b5#for once it's not an incorrect quote#john sheridan#susan ivanova#again: older brother and younger sister#himbo and the bi tale as old as time#susan x marcus#john x delenn#and Julie Mustante that one time#“John x Delenn” x a very tired and exasperated Susan Ivanova#I love Susan Ivanova. I despise her timing in Sic Transit Vir.#Susan Ivanova can do no wrong. that being said… how dare she abruptly end such a tender moment between John and Delenn#and on the other hand#here we have John J Sheridan: Wingman Supreme#Susan and Marcus keep going on adventure after adventure together and Susan still has enough time to go interfere in her C.O.’s love life
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Sleeping Like Ivanova(AKA Not At All)
"Marcus. Marcus! MARCUS!" she yells and he finally wakes up. "Right sorry." he says standing up from the Minbari bed. She tries to position herself on the Minbari bed. "One day I like to be stationed somewhere with a big 4-poster bed and a canopy and maybe a window of a garden." she says. "I like gardens. And big 4-poster beds." he replies. She turns her head to him and gives him a weird questioning look. He realises what he had said and leaves. She tries to stay on the bed never mind get comfortable but she has no luck. After hours of trying she finally comes up with an idea. She lays all of the little triangle pillows into the form of a rectangle on the floor and lays on top of them. Just as she lays down Marcus's voice comes through telling her to come to him. She groans and gets up.
That night once they've returned to Babylon 5 Ivanova is walking with Marcus back to her quarters. When they arrive he asks "Can I come in? If you'd like. I don't have to" he rambles. "Yeah come in" she says. They walk in and the door closes behind them. "Do you want something to drink?" she asks but when she turns around his face is inches away from hers. They stand there staring at each other until she rests her hand on the back of his head and pushes him into her with a kiss. The kiss is hungry and she unbraids her hair. She grabs him by the collar and gestures for him to follow her. She takes off her uniform and sits down on the bed. She lays down and he climbs on top of her, their lips meeting again. She pulls his shirt up and he helps her remove it. She runs her hands over his chest and he sighs. She goes to take off his pants but he cuts her. "Ladies first" he says. He struggles to unclasp her bra but once he does he moans. He kisses every inch of exposed skin and when he flicks his tongue over one of her nipples she moans and arches into his mouth. He pulls back and she lifts her hips up as he slides her underwear down her legs and throws it onto the floor to meet their other discarded clothing. He removes his pants and underwear and climbs on top of her. They kiss until she flips them over so she is now straddling his waist. She sinks down onto him and they both moan. "I'm not going to last long" he says. "I know. It's your first time." she replies. She rises until only the tip is inside her and then slams back down. He's cumming in no time and watching him, the look on his face and the sounds he's making has her cumming after him. She collapses on top of him. She eventually gets off of him and lays down beside him. "So was that as good as you had imagined?" she asks. "Way better." he replies causing her to smile. He leans over and kisses her. "Because if you think I didn't do a good job I can through you out an airlock." she says and he laughs before kissing her again and she kisses back. They both hum from bliss and soon they are both fast asleep.
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MMNI and Names
I noticed the other day that there are several names that are recycled frequently throughout all 51 mischief movie night ins so I went through the names and counted how many times each were used.
Top 3 most used names
Dan - 7
Paul, Samantha, Penelope, and Janine - 5
Micheal, Sampson, Jimmy, Susan, Jack, Gary, Stan, James, John, and Anna - 3 Full list under the cut
Drake - 1
Dan - 7
Joe - 2
Balise - 1
Mirabel - 2
Michael - 3
Igor - 1
Batly - 1
Es - 1
Paul - 5
Ruth - 1
Keith - 1
Sean - 1
Kristaal - 1
Damian - 1
Samantha - 5
Fritz - 1
Arnold - 1
Gerri - 1
Julie - 1
Sampson - 3
Helen - 1
Colin - 1
Ben - 1
Henrietta - 2
Delta Von Tussel - 1
Trev - 1
Vanessa - 1
Kev - 1
Bev - 1
Giles - 1
Nev - 1
Jeffries - 2
Charlie - 2
Wycombe - 1
Penelope - 5
Wicks - 1
Celeste - 1
Jimmy - 3
Grimes - 1
Nathan - 1
Anne - 1
Marcus - 2
Bob - 2
Kyle - 1
Bobby - 2
Vivian - 1
Stevie - 2
Tony - 2
JR - 1
Celine - 1
Randolph - 1
Susan - 3
Maria - 2
Ricky - 1
Clint - 1
Jack - 3
Elisa - 1
Shelly - 2
Greg - 1
Benedict - 1
Janine - 5
Gary - 3
Gerald - 2
Claire - 1
Jessica - 2
Emile - 1
Julian - 1
Stan - 3
Melissa - 2
Suzanne - 2
Tom - 2
Busby - 1
Elizabeth - 1
Martin - 1
Jasper - 1
Petunia - 1
Sandra - 2
Haans - 1
Bernie - 1
Clive - 1
Espanol - 1
Bod - 1
Beard - 1
Tim - 1
Doris - 1
Todd - 1
Arthur - 2
Lucrizieta - 1
Rambo - 2
Stitch - 2
Fergus - 1
Tommy - 2
Six - 1
Hendricks - 1
Eggbert - 1
Mischief - 1
Bigglesworth - 1
Shaggy - 1
Lenny - 1
Sam - 2
Fred - 1
Velma - 1
Margarite - 1
Jaconde - 1
Ruby doo - 1
Jason - 1
Lizzie - 1
Helga - 1
Jim - 1
Steve - 1
Mark - 1
Mike - 1
Raoul - 1
Clara - 1
Hope - 1
Benny - 1
Gilderoy - 2
Tracy - 1
Chris - 1
Terry - 1
Harold - 1
Johnny - 1
Michaela - 1
Ruffles - 1
Sparky - 1
Dame Frisky - 1
Diedre - 1
Martha - 2
Trevor - 1
Buttons - 1
Ronald - 1
Lucinda - 1
Jezebel - 1
Lionel - 1
Adelaide - 1
Jimbo Jumbo - 1
Joffrey - 1
Algenon - 1
Horatio - 1
Caleb - 1
Stone fist - 1
James - 3
Pameon - 1
Mori - 1
Tallulah ballulah - 1
Jane - 2
Cameron - 1
Willy Wonka - 1
Bertie - 2
Alfonz - 1
Griselda - 1
Percival - 1
Richard - 1
Rumpole - 1
Reginald - 1
Pauline -1
Jacob - 1
Mz - 1
Iain - 1
Clarice - 1
Jeepes - 1
Bill - 1
ASDA - 1
Oscar - 1
Cloud - 1
Smithers - 1
Vinnie - 1
Lucille - 1
Erik - 1
Becky - 1
Jethro - 1
Ron - 1
Billy - 1
Molly - 2
Walliam - 2
Karen - 1
Harry - 1
Shirley - 1
Barnaby - 1
Barbara - 2
Jeremy - 2
Federico - 1
Hugo - 1
Nelson - 1
Jinx - 1
Rebecca - 1
Petulia - 1
Crystal - 1
John - 3
Gina - 1
Michelle - 1
Sid - 1
Jillian - 2
Simon - 1
Ringo - 1
Marissa - 1
Jez - 1
Monica - 1
Romulus - 1
Bez - 1
Tarquin - 1
Miranda - 1
Louise - 1
Anna - 3
Lilibel - 1
Caruthers - 1
Morecombe - 1
H - 1
Freeze - 1
Jasmine - 1
High Q - 1
Jemima - 1
Felix - 1
Felicity - 1
May - 1
Phil - 1
Ann - 1
Mabel - 1
Cilantro - 1
Jill - 2
Edwin - 1
Misty - 1
Jiminy - 1
David - 1
Ray - 1
Audrey - 1
Saul - 1
Denise - 1
Carl - 2
Nick - 1
Joanna - 1
Georgia - 1
Stephanie - 1
Jordan - 1
Sybil - 1
Mutant X - 1
Lawrence Dallaglio - 1
Andrew Garfield - 1
Jolene - 1
Jerry - 1
Cassandra - 1
Katie - 1
Jenny - 1
#mischief comedy#mischief movie night in#mischief theatre#the play that goes wrong#the goes wrong show
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Tiptoeing through the “Survival of the Fittest” guest cast
Pamela Reed as Roberta Deeks
Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes
Both are back from “Flesh & Blood” week before last.
Dominic Burgess as Herman Cooper
Was Jerry Summers in Dr. Death, Uncle Eddy in Better Things and was John Wayne Gacy in Dahmer – Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story.
Appeared in episodes of Doctor Who, Leverage, Rules of Engagement, 90210, Maron, Family Tools, Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD, Raising Hope, Dads, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Leftovers, We Need to Talk, 2 Broke Girls, Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, Feud, The Night Shift, Teen Wolf, The Flash, Supernatural, Queen of the South, The Good Place, American Horror Story, The Rookie, Santa Clarita Diet, Perfect Harmony, Modern Family, The Magicians, Star Trek: Picard, Fantasy Island, Our Flag Means Death and 9-1-1: Lone Star.
Piper Curda as Lisa Cho
Was Casey in Rule the Mix, Kennedy Van Buren in A.N.T. Farm and Jasmine King in I Didn’t Do It.
Guest roles include Law & Order: SVU, Malibu Country, Body of Proof, Live and Maddie, The Rookie, Legacies and Raven’s Home.
Bobby Hogan as Marine Private First Class James Williams
Appeared in an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star and American Horror Stories.
Cyrus Hobbi as Marine Staff Sergeant Pierce
Plays Yuri on General Hospital.
Also appeared in episodes of Ballers, Betrayed, Liza on Demand, Young Rock and The Family Business.
Jesse Boone as Nicholas "Nick" Embry
Was in episodes of The Heights and Betrayed.
Susan Slome as Jordana Hanson
Guest starred in episodes of High Incident, Ned and Stacey, Married with Children, Just Shoot Me, Party of Five, Malcolm & Eddie, Payne, Judging Amy, Good vs. Evil, The X Files, It’s Like You Know, The District, Without a Trace, Friends, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, George Lopez, Angel, Miss Match, Scrubs, Jake in Progress, House, Kitchen Confidential, Everybody Hates Chris, Crossing Jordan, Grey’s Anatomy, The Mentalist, The Mindy Project, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Criminal Minds, Silicon Valley and Shooter.
Marcus Antony Brunner as Marine Private First Class Edward Hanson
New.
Written by: Andrew Bartels wrote or co-wrote "Allegiance", "Zero Days", "The Grey Man", "Humbug", "Fighting Shadows", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Angels & Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke…", "Glasnost", "Old Tricks" "Battle Scars", "Fool Me Twice", "Warrior of Peace", "Reentry", "The Prince", "Smokescreen", "The One That Got Away"/"No More Secrets" two-parter, "Yellow Jacket", "Missing Time", "If the Fates Allow", "Red Rover, Red Rover", "Divided We Fall" and “Genesis”.
Directed by: Eric A. Pot directed “Resurrection”, “Windfall”, “Traitor”, “Internal Affairs”, “Home is Where the Heart Is”, “Forasteira”, “Reentry”, “Hit List”, “The One Who Got Away”, “Kill Beale Vol 1”, “Fortune Favors the Bold”, “A Fait Accompli”, “Imposter Syndrome”, “Indentured” and “Sorry for Your Loss”.
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