she puts her legs in his lap

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.



The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.


It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you have hcs for the worst injury each Batkid had? (Beside the ones that killed some of them)

(Because it’s almost too easy to hop on the angst express for this one… I’m gonna go with the “worst,” most embarrassing injuries each of the batkids has had. JUST BECAUSE.)

One of Dick’s favourite things to do in Wayne Manor (other than sliding down the bannister) was to swing on the grand chandelier in the ballroom. As a nine-year-old kid, the only risk this posed was getting a scolding from Alfred that “the lighting fixtures are not a trapeze, young sir”, and even when he did fall from it, the distance to the floor wasn’t enough to hurt him. 

When he was twenty-five, on a dare from one of his brothers, Dick decided to give it a whirl for old time’s sake… 

He forgot that he weighed at least a hundred pounds heavier than the last time he did it, and realised this too late as the chandelier came crashing down in a cacophony of shattering glass and clanging metal-work and breaking bones. It was rather miraculous that he walked away from it with only minor cuts and bruises and a sprained wrist, but remains the worst injury in his mind to this day.

Barbara grows to be very careful in her later years as Batgirl and again as Oracle, and is not exactly a natural klutz. But one of her first solo nights, she drove her motorbike off the pier at Gotham harbour and into the ocean while chasing Cobblepot’s lackeys. 

It’s kind of hard to beat dying in terms of injury… but Jason would rather talk about his death than that one time he literally shot himself in the foot. 


That is all. 

(Bruce laughed, actually laughed, for ten minutes straight when he found out about it. Then proceeded to use the idiom every chance he could get, grinning at Jason’s scowl.)

Tim has… far too many dumb injuries to just pick one, let’s be honest. He legitimately has a folder in the cave dedicated to them, entitled: “Stupid is as stupid does.” The highlights of said folder include: that one time Tim slipped on a grape and got a concussion, the time Tim pulled his arms and legs inside his shirt to ward off the cold then tripped and fell, breaking his collar bone; the time he spilled steaming hot coffee in his lap and was in agony for a week; and the time he poked himself in the eye with his bo staff. 

Formidable in combat, useless in day-to-day life.

Although Stephanie is notorious for being a dangerous mixture of clumsy and brash, leaving her with a collection of injuries that would put Tim’s to shame… there is one injury that she will never be able to live down and will yell at you in red-faced anger if you dare bring it up…

She once tripped and headbutt a guy she was flirting with. 

Let me clarify: she headbutted his pelvis and got a nasty lump on her head. 

He wasn’t too happy about it either.  

Cassandra’s stupid injuries are usually quite intentional… running into gunfire and the like. But her high pain tolerance is actually her downfall. She once bandaged a wound up poorly, didn’t notice it was still bleeding, and fainted from blood loss while eating Tim’s mini marshmallows in the kitchen.

Alfred patched her up. She was fine, but only just survived Alfred’s long lecture.

Damian once got distracted while feeding Batcow, and the cow accidentally bit his hand trying to eat. 

It was broken. 

Batcow 1. Damian 0.

And last but not least, we have Duke. Who absolutely did not set his clothes on fire during the fifth grade school science festival while trying to demonstrate his makeshift, DIY flux capacitor. 

Even if no one else was impressed at the story, he received a silent handshake of respect from Tim, which made his humiliation it all worth it. 

anonymous asked:

Okay, I've seen tons of fics and hcs about Zen falling for MC while she is with Jumin, but what about the other way around? Jumin falling for MC while she's in love with Zen hcs, pretty please?

Hum… interesting… and maybe a little angsty? Yep, definitely!

Hope this is what you wanted:

Jumin falls for MC while she’s with Zen

  • It started after a meeting, Jumin was trying to hire Zen to model to some C & R product, and you, as his manager, was discussing the terms on his contract
  • Jumin was impressed, you were confident, persuasive, and smart. And when the deal was set, you smiled so sweetly he felt a heat growing inside him.
  • You were different from what he remembered, that sweet girl who used to fangirl over Zen with his assistant has turned into this powerful business woman, without losing that sweetness from the messenger.
  • He catches himself thinking of you often. Will you log in the messenger today? What will you talk about with him?
  • He just realized this wasn’t just admiration seeing some photos that were on the news. You between Zen and him with the subtitle: Musical star Zen and his manager/fiancée pose with C & R’s director Jumin Han, celebrating a new model contract.
  • He couldn’t stop staring at that picture. Zen holding your waist and smiling while he placed a hand in your shoulder, he remembers the smoothness and warmth of your skin and… what’s happening?
  • He makes excuses to see you more often, always offering Zen gigs and setting meetings about guests for RFA parties.
  • Some of them happen in his penthouse, having you in his home makes him feel so comfortable, for some reason.
  • Even Elizabeth seems to like you, she rubs her head in your leg and you caress her smiling. He suddenly wonders how would it feel having your fingers running in his hair slowly.
  • Seeing you with her finally makes him understand. He wants you.
  • “I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you to meet me in my house, MC.” “No, not at all, I prefer RFA meetings happening in less formal places. Plus, it’s good to see Elizabeth after so long.” And you put her in your lap, making her purr. He feels like he could purr too just seeing you like this.
  • “I thought you didn’t like cats…” he needs to distract himself from his wild thoughts. “I like cats, I just can’t have them around because of Hyun.” Hyun? Ah, Zen… he was forgetting about Zen…
  • “How is he? How are… you two?” he’s curious after you shared this little fact about not being able to be around cats, maybe there are other things you’re sacrificing to make Zen happy?
  • “He’s fine. Very busy with recording sessions and photo shoots, but everything is… pretty great. We’re both so tired all we want to do is sleep all day, but we still have a wedding to plan, so… yeah, we’re happy.” You smile so sweetly he could melt, but you’re talking about your happiness and your wedding with another man, and he stiffens immediately.
  • “The wedding… yes, Luciel keeps bothering me about Zen’s bachelor party, he wants me to host. Can you imagine?” your eyes gleam. “Would you? Don’t take me wrong, but I’d be happy knowing you’re taking care of this, taking care of Hyun. I know you wouldn’t let things go out of control. You’re a control freak just like me, right?” he’s happy to know you two have something in common, even if it sound a little like an offense.
  • “Well, if this will manage to calm you down, I’ll do it. I happen to know brides should never feel stressed.” You laugh softly, oh… making you laugh is much more than he could ever ask.
  • “Thank you, Jumin. No stripers, ok? This would be inconvenient for his career… and who am I kidding? I would be jealous as hell.” “I wasn’t thinking of inviting stripers. And may I say Zen would be the most foolish man alive if he ever left you for stripers?” you blush a little… oh god…
  • “Thank you, Jumin. Oh! Look at the time! I have a meeting with this TV producer. If they’re offering a deal for a soap opera again, I swear I’ll rip someone’s head off!” you gently put Elizabeth on the floor “Anyway, wish me luck!”
  • “Good luck. Not that you need it, you’re competent enough to set this by your own merits.” He notices a pale shade of pink again, god… Zen is the lucky one here.
  • You pass right beside him and pat his shoulder. “Thank you for the bachelor party. I knew I could trust you. I always can.” You’re close, too close… but you’re happy with Zen, and you trust him, doing something would only make you lose the only sweet feeling you have for him, he can’t lose your trust…
  • “It’s nothing. I couldn’t risk having one of C & R models in a scandal about stripers.” He shrugs, trying not to look at your beautiful face.
  • “Yes, sure.” You squeeze his forearm lightly “See you around, Jumin. Good bye, Elizabeth!” and you walk away.
  • Jumin sighs staring at Elizabeth. He wished he could explain to her what’s going through his head, but she wouldn’t understand, not even he does.
  • He remembers Zen admitting all the jealous he felt before. Jumin couldn’t fully understand at that time, now he does.
  • Zen would always complain about Mr. Trustfund Kid having everything he wants, but he doesn’t have everything… all he wants is your love, but it belongs to Zen.
  • For the very first time, he envies Zen. Zen is the one who has everything.
  • He needs wine to sort out his thoughts. That’s what he always does, right?
  • He still had hope one day somebody would be able to untangle the knots inside his heart, but the only person capable enough is too busy planning her wedding with another man.
  • Once again, here he is thinking about a woman that will never be his.

Summary: Your cousin needs help with her adorable 2-year-old.

Words: 1533

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Kids and loads and loads of fuffly

Originally posted by bushy-barnes

Originally posted by prtypooper

“Are you sure that you three are going to be okay?” You look into your cousins’ eyes and nod. You understand that she is worried about leaving her daughter with you and Steve for the whole afternoon, it’s the first time since her divorce that she is going out and she is looking for excuses not to “Of course, how many times have I watched Kate? Go have fun on your date.”

“It is not a date and are you sure that Steve is not gonna mind? He works so much and this is his free time…” You don’t let her finish “Of course it is a date, he asked you for coffee and cake, and in my book that is a date. About Steve, don’t worry he loves kids.”

You are not sure if this is true, you and Steve never talked about having kids or even kids in general in your eight-month relationship. But how bad can it be? In the worst case, he spends all day locked in the room while you play with a toddler.

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Beg For It // Lip Gallagher x Reader (Smut)

*not my gif
Summary: you and Lip were supposed to have the house all to yourselves and also Ian. However, Ian didn’t want to be a third wheeler, so he invited Mandy and Mickey over as well. Lip wanted you bad in bed, so you did something a little naughty.
A/N: This one is requested by @thatbandchick39 . This is my first x reader smut story and I enjoyed making it. btw, in this story, Ian and Mickey aren’t gay. sorry! P.S sorry for the very rough and dirty words! more smut imagines to come. ;) x 

“Heeeey!” Mickey and Mandy said as they went in the house unexpectedly. Ian smiled and walked towards them. “Can’t we just go up in my room and have a little fun?” Lip begged Y/N, wrapping his hands around her waist, slowly going down and grabbed her ass. Y/N grabbed his hands away from her ass, “We’ll do that later.” Y/N winked at him, and walked away, going towards Mickey and Mandy. “Hi! It’s been so long!” Y/N said giving Mandy a hug and as if for Mickey, Y/N gave him a peck on the cheek. Y/N turned around to see Lip with an expression. 

When Y/N walked towards Lip, he grabbed her wrist, “What was that?” He whispered. “What was what?” Y/N said, nicely. “That. Giving Milkovich a kiss on the cheek?” He said. “What? Can’t a friend kiss their long time friend that she hasn’t seen in a long time?” Y/N pulled her wrist away from him. “Who wants a beer?” Y/N said. 

The three said yes and Y/N walked straight to the kitchen, ignoring Lip. Y/N opened up the fridge and took out 5 bottles of beer. Right when Y/N closed the fridge, Lip started to kiss Y/N, carrying her up against the fridge. As Lip kiss Y/N, he started to slowly kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a small moan, “Stop. We can’t do this now, Lip.” Y/N giggled. “They won’t know,” Lip said, still kissing Y/N’s neck. “The beer, Lip.” Y/N said. “Fuck,” Lip exclaimed quietly, dropping Y/N down. “I promise, we’ll have the best sex you’ll ever have.” Y/N laughed and walked out with the beer. 

“Here’s your beer.” Y/N said, giving them their beer. They all sat down and started to talk about what recently happened with their life. “So Mickey, seeing anyone lately?” Y/N asked him, putting her foot up on the coffee table as she winks at Mickey. Mickey had a grin appeared on his face, “No, but if you want to be the person that I’m seeing, why not?” Mickey jokingly said. 

Lip’s face became serious and his jaw clenched of jealousy. Y/N noticed it, she smiled because she knew her plan was working. She wanted Lip to feel angry and jealous. Whenever Lip is angry or jealous he goes rough on Y/N, so she wanted to try something different. 

“Oh, Mickey, you’re such a flirt.” Y/N teased. Lip looked away, pressing his tongue to his cheek. Ian and Mandy started to notice something strange about Lip. “Are you okay? Lip?” Ian asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t feel well today…” Lip said as he pretends to feel pain in his head. Lip looked at Y/N with the corner of his eyes, he finally knew that Y/N is doing something that could make him jealous. 

“Do you wanna go to bed, babe?” Y/N asked him, putting her hand on Lip’s thigh as she looks into his eyes. “No. I’m good.” Lip said. 

“Well fuck, if I was you I’d go to bed. So I could do something bad with Y/N tonight.” Mickey joked. Y/N laughed, standing up as he walked towards Mickey. She sat on Mickey’s lap and put her arms around him while Mickey is holding her hip. Lip started to turn red and his leg is shaking of anger but luckily no one noticed so everyone continued to have a talk. “Mickey, Lip is her boyfriend. It’s too late for that.” Mandy said. “Well, I was just kidding,” Mickey said, drinking his bottled of beer which is now empty. 

“You guys got another beer?” Mickey asked. “Uhm, yeah. I’ll go check.” Lip said as he stood up walking to the fridge. As he opens up the fridge, he took a little peak out the living just to see Y/N enjoying herself sitting on Mickey’s lap. But Lip had enough, there was still some beer left but Lip lied to them that there’s none. “Sorry guys, we’re out of beer. I’ll go down the store if there’s any.” Lip said, about to head out the door. 

“No. No. You stay here with your girl and we’ll go.” Mickey said, putting Y/N down on the sofa. Y/N smiled, because she knew that there was still some beer left in the fridge. As the three left, Y/N and Lip were the only ones at home. 

“Soo, no more beer huh?” Y/N said, playing with her hair. Lip walked big steps towards Y/N and pinned her down on the sofa, Lip went on top of her making Y/N feel excited. “What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Lip asked as he takes off his shirt. “All the flirting and sitting on Mickey’s lap? You think that would work?” Lip said, as he took off Y/N’s panties under her skirt and putting his finger on Y/N’s clitoris. “Ohh, fuck, Lip.” Y/N moaned. “You didn’t answer my fucking question. Did you really think that would work on me?” Lip said as he started to move his finger on her clit. “Oh, my god! Yes, I did. Fuck, go faster!” Y/N screamed. 
Lip stopped moving his fingers as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his dong, as he slowly puts his tip inside of Y/N. 

Y/N let out a small moan, putting her hands behind Lip’s neck. “Is that what you wanted, Lip?” Y/N teasingly said. “The sex? I bet you won’t even last long.” Y/N said just to make Lip angry as it worked. 

“Won’t last long? I’ll show you, how I do it.” Lip said, as he surprisingly went inside Y/N, and started to thrust even harder. Lip let out a loud and deep moan, making Y/N so turned on. “Lip!” Y/N screamed. 

He stopped and looked at Y/N with a serious look on his face. “Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked. “You don’t deserve a nice and romantic slow fuck, you whore,” Lip exclaimed. “You have to follow what I say,” Lip said. “Turn over,” Lip said. Y/N giggled as he turned over for Lip, putting her ass up for him. Lip gave Y/N a spank on the ass making Y/N squeal. Lip went inside Y/N once again and started to go hard and fast without any warning. Y/N orgasmed loud, making the whole house noisy. “I want you to shut up!” Lip ordered Y/N. However, she didn’t listen. “I told you to be fucking quiet!” Lip said, pulling Y/N’s long hair and putting his hand over Y/N’s mouth. “Much better,” Lip said as he started to go even faster, making Y/N’s back to loose her arch. Lip slapped her ass again, “Put your ass up!” Lip said. 

Lip started to feel tingly and funny down his male part, making him uncover Y/N’s mouth as he became so weak. “Oh fuck, Lip, I’m so fucking close!” Y/N screamed. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock?” Lip whispered to Y/N’s ear. “Yes! Yes! I do!” Y/N screamed. “Beg for it!” Lip said as he started to go faster and harder. “Please! I wanna cum now!” Y/N said. “Fine, cum all over my dick,” Lip said as he started to feel the warm white substance dripped all over Lip’s dick, making it wet and smooth. Lip let out an orgasm, letting Y/N know that Lip is also close. “Yeah, cum for me, you fucking asshole.” Y/N said, holding on tight on the pillow they had on the sofa. 

Lip finally let all of his spunk out on top of Y/N’s back as she tries to catch her breath. “Best sex we ever had so far.” Y/N said, reaching out for the tissue on the coffee table, passing it to Lip to clean her. “Maybe, you should do that more often.” Lip laughed. As the two went on and get dressed and pretended like nothing happened. Mickey, Mandy, and Ian finally came back with two boxes of bottles beer. 
“We’re back!” Ian said, putting his jacket back on the jacket holder before hopping back into the sofa with Mandy. “Do you want round 2, when everyone’s asleep?” Lip whispered to Y/N, who’s now sitting next to him. Y/N looked at him with a smile and winked. 

Popcorn Kisses | Tom Holland

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

Requested – No but all requests are open including ships (Teen Wolf, The Flash) Imagines and Drabbles. ( Requests open for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Barry Allen/The Flash, Dylan O’Brien, Teen Wolf.)

Gif – Not Mine!

Prompt – Tom and (y/n) decide to watch a horror movie and eat popcorn. Tom gets scared and jumps making the popcorn go all over the couch and they had to make a new batch. When there is only one bit of popcorn left Tom tries to steal it but (y/n) is quicker then him and teases him. Tom wrestles her until she had eaten the popcorn still going in for a kiss.

Warning – extreme bad writing from me!

Words – 672

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anonymous asked:

OMG your Saeran fic was greaaaat! What would happen if MC woke up and the drugs were wearing off (there'd still be some loopiness but not as much) just after they arrived at mint eye?

Anonymous said to mysme-fics

1 possible suggestion 4 unknown fic if u want but like, when saeran arrives at mint eye Mc is still sleepy and he tries to get her to wake up but she’s still all loopy. So he has to carry her in bridal style since she won’t be walking in lol, and /maybe/ if he then goes infront of rika saying he has Mc and then Mc wakes up and just kind of looks around confused for a bit, then nuzzles into him, and Rika tells him to put her in those dungeons for now since she’s too drunk for brainwashing atm 

This took a while! But I finally got it written!!

|| Click [Here] for Part 1. || Click [Here] for Part 3. 

Probably a good idea to re-read to refresh your memory, since it’s been a while…

Recap: MC has been kidnapped by Unknown, while she is in a loopy state after Seven drugged her as a prank. Please read Part 1 first. 


He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

He roughly shakes you awake from your slumber, grumbling that you’d arrived at the base.

“Hnnng? Carry meee, Mr. Kidnapper, I’m tiiired~” you yawn, snuggling into his chest. He was so warm, and you really didn’t want to get up. 

He grunted. You could feel his heart beat faster, but his voice still came out nonchalant and irritated, “You’re so annoying. …And stop calling me that, my name’s Saeran.”

… But he still (begrudgingly) slid his arms under your shoulders and knees, lifting you out from the car. He kicked shut the door with his legs, letting it auto-lock.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling safe, warm and secure in his strong arms. Ironic, because he was your kidnapper, and you were the supposed victim.

He entered the Mint Eye Headquarters with ease, the security guards recognizing him and allowing him inside immediately. Saeran glared coldly as he walked through the hallways, sending intimidating gazes to any one who dared to look at him.

You cracked open an eye, noticing how bright and decorative your surroundings were. Seriously, this was some all-new kidnapping experience. Didn’t these kind of places appear dark, dull and grim?? But it was so tidy here, almost like a mansion…

Saeran approached grand doors, and they opened as his footsteps stopped, the echo resounding in your ears.

“Come inside,” a haughty female voice called from within the room.

The guards of the door kept their heads bowed down to him, their arms extended to welcome him.

Saeran held his head high as he walked inside, and you fully opened your eyes in curiosity. Where were you now?

The drugs were beginning to lose effect, but only just enough to bring some of your awareness back. Your eyes caught the ends of long blond hair, travelling up the cascades of hair and meeting mysterious green eyes. A smirk was upon this woman’s face.

… Huh? You swore you had seen her somewhere before.

But you just… couldn’t remember… right now…

Your head felt woozy again, and you let out a breathy laugh. Life was weird. The room spun around for a moment, even though you’d been in Saeran’s arms the entire time.

The woman’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you. “Did you drug her?” she scowled.

Saeran shook his head briefly, “No. It was a prank that…. someone did to her.”

“Well, she’s obviously too unstable to be taken to Paradise!” the woman snarled, standing from her throne-like chair. “Throw her in the dungeons! You’ve failed me once again, Saeran.”

He winced at those words, and you noticed how sadness welled up in his eyes. You groggily reached up towards his face, gently stroking his cheek. “It’s okaaaay, Mr. Kidnapper!” you exclaimed. “I like you~”

Saeran abruptly turned around with you in his arms, his face flaming. “Understood, Saviour,” he responds to the blonde, acting as if he wasn’t blushing over your sudden confession.

He’d never been loved before. Even if it was a lie… even if you didn’t really mean it because you weren’t in your right mind… it filled his heart with hope and desire. Desire to be loved.

Although the ‘Saviour’ had ordered for you to be thrown in the dungeons while you recovered from your loopy state, Saeran had brought you into his own room instead.

It was a simple room on the top floor, so the ceiling of his room could be mechanically moved to reveal a window, where one could stare at the night sky and watch the stars, or the rain pitter-pattering onto the glass. There was one large king-sized bed with black bedsheets with white calligraphy designs, in which he dropped you onto.

“Oof!” you exclaimed as you landed on your back, bouncing slightly on the bed. You cast him a sly smirk, “Heheheh, that felt dirty~”

Saeran glared at you, though it wasn’t all that effective considering how his ears were evidently tinted red from embarrassment. “You’re the dirty one,” he muttered, throwing his leather jacket upon a chair piled with clothes.

“Really!?! Then will you clean me up, Mr. Kidnapper?” you pouted.

“Clean yourself!” he threw a towel in your face to cover up his embarrassment, smacking you with it unintentionally. “Nonono! I’m sorry,” he stammered in a panic, eyes widening in horror. “I d-didn’t mean to hurt you, no, I’m not like her, no…”

Her? Who?

His eyes were swimming with tears and panic. “I’m not a monster. I’m not.” He was whimpering now, hands clutched on either side of his head. “Please don’t hate me. Please. I’m not a monster, I swear…”

“Mr. Kidnapper…?” you softly called out, sitting up properly on the bed. You reached your hand out hesitantly, but he backed away, stumbling over his feet and falling to the floor.

“No, no, no. I don’t abuse people. I didn’t mean to hurt you. No, I’m NOT LIKE HER pleasepleaseplease don’t hate me!”

He was a mess, fear and anxiety practically spilling from him.

Your heart squeezed in pain at the sight of him. Why was he hurting?

“No, Mr. Kidnapper… you’re not a monster,” you denied in a gentle tone. “I consented to being kidnapped… you protected me when we jumped out my apartment… you let me sleep and didn’t wake me up until we arrived… you carried me just because I asked… you’ve never laid a hand on me… and you even took me to your room instead of cruelly leaving me to rot alone in a dungeon. You’re so sweet and considerate. There’s no way you’d be a monster.”

He listened despite his frenzied state, and he suddenly fell silent. His eyes lowered to the ground, his arms wrapped around himself, he quietly asked, “Are you… lying to me?”

“No,” you whispered, crawling towards him and enveloping him into your arms. He deserved all the affection that you could offer.

He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His mint-teal eyes captivated you—such a unique colour… You felt your eyes closing, and you began to lean in subconsciously. (Also because you were still affected by Seven’s damn drugs.)

A series of knocks came at the door, and the two of you immediately jumped apart. Saeran regained himself, running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I have to go,” he said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, taking on a cool, nonchalant expression again, hands in his pockets.

Click [Here] for Part 3.

I’m going to cry if they cut out Jughead putting his leg over Betty’s lap. I know we have the picture but I want to see it - I want to see him swing it casually onto her lap in front of all his friends - or were they alone and everyone walked in on them? Is she rubbing it absentmindedly? Or is she carefully resting her hands on his knee, nervous?
I need answers.

Rising Waters

SUMMARY: Being the sherriff’s daughter has its ups and downs. Up: free rides after your car has broken down during torrential downpours. Down: this ride happens to be Deputy Jordan Parrish, leading to a new development.

WORD COUNT: 2,707 words


NOTES: none :) and you might spot some s.f.fitz lines because my friend send me a lot of quotes from his writings and it kind of influenced this piece (and there is much more after this but I don’t think I’ll be posting it…)

(Y/n) growls under her breath, kicking the back tire hard as rain comes down harder. Her Jeep just gave up on her after a very late night round of lacrosse practice at the school, and with a massive storm heading to the town, she can’t imagine how she’ll get home.

A car horn grabs her attention and she turns around, shielding her eyes from the downpour as a deputy’s car pulls up. The passenger window is rolled down to reveal Parrish, and she let’s out a relieved sigh.

“Need a ride?” he calls out as thunder shakes the ground. She nods and grabs her backpack from the keep, quickly climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

“You are my favorite person right now,” she says as she sighs again. Parrish chuckles and pulls out of the school parking lot, turning left towards (y/n)’s house.

“What happened to the Jeep?” he asks, and she looks at him.

“It’s one of the oldest prices of crap on the road,” she tells him. “I guess the engine finally quit on me.” He chuckles but stops as he sees the street in front of him.

“Shit,” he hisses, and (y/n) looks through the torrential rain. The streets are flooded, the water rising quick. “All the other roads are blocked to your house.”

“Damn,” she hisses, and he backs up to continue going straight before the water can reach his car. “What now?”

“The station is bare staffed right now,” he explains. “Your father went home hours ago, and from what I hear, your brother is home.”

(Y/n) sighs and leans back, shivering in the wet clothes. Parrish looks over and frowns.

“You’ll stay with me until the rain quits,” he says, turning right.

“Are you sure?” she asks, putting her arms around herself for warmth.

“Yeah, I’ll call your dad when we get to my place,” he says with a nod. He looks to her and she gives him a grateful smile, one he makes sure to return.

They pull into his apartment complex just a few minutes later and the water is up to the middle of the lifted tires. (Y/n) grips her bag and they give a nod to each other, sprinting out of the car and up the stairs. They laughs loudly, almost over the sound of the thunder, and Parrish opens his apartment door.

(y/n) drops her bag and they take off their soaked shoes as he shuts and locks the door. She looks at him, his clothes soaked like her and hair messy, and she can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Parrish asks, running his hands through his hair. “You should see yourself.” She laughs harder and he grins. “Come in, I’ve got some clothes you can change into.”

He leads her to his bedroom and as they walk through his apartment, she realizes how cluttered it is. Bullets and wires lie on the tables, books on the floor in pikes up to her knees. But the organized chaos feels welcoming to her, and she smiles a little.

“Here,” he says, tossing her a BCPD shirt, one long enough to go mid thigh on her. She nods and he points to the bathroom. “I’ll find a pair of shorts-”

“This should be fine,” she tells him, figuring the shirt could double as a dress. “Thanks.” She walks into the bathroom and changes out of the wet clothes quickly, hating the feeling of the cold fabric on her skin. She sets her clothes on the edge of the bathtub and runs her fingers through her hair. She slides the shirt on and it goes just a few inches below her waist, enough to cover her to where she’s comfortable with it.

She opens the bathroom door and sees Parrish is still changing in the bedroom. He has his shirt off but a pair of sweatpants on, his hair disheveled as he slides a shirt on. (Y/n) can’t seem to do anything but stare, until she snaps herself out of the daze and walks out to him.

“See?” she shows him. “Basically a dress.” He laughs, grabbing his phone.

“I better call your dad now,” he says and she nods as they walk to the living room. They sit on the couch and (y/n) picks up some stray bullets, rolling them around in her hand.

“Hey Stilinski,” Parrish says, grabbing her attention. “(Y/n)’s Jeep broke down and all the roads to your house were blocked, so she’s with me until it clears up.” (Y/n) can’t hear what her father says. She lies down, putting her legs on his lap and resting her head on the pillow. Parrish laughs at her, pulling her legs closer.

“Yes sir, I’m taking the couch,” he says, and (y/n) sits up.

“No, I am,” she tries to shout into the phone, but Parrish playfully pushes her back down. She scrunches her nose, a look he happens to adore on her, and crosses her arms.

Parrish hangs up the phone and looks to her. “I’m taking the couch,” he repeats slowly as he stands, and she stands with him.

“That’s not fair!” she argues. “This is your place, not mine-”

“You’re the guest, and just so happened to be sheriff’s daughter,” he says, looking down at her as he steps closer. “No way in hell I’m not taking the couch.”

She groans in frustration, falling back onto the couch and crossing her arms as she lies down. “Not if I fall asleep first,” she says with an involuntary yawn, grabbing the blanket at her feet and covering up.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he mumbles, turning the lights off. She smiles at him as he walks to his bedroom, where he climbs under the covers but makes sure to keep the door open. The sound of thunder echoes through the apartment and not before long, (y/n) ends up falling asleep on the couch.

Parrish waits about half an hour, making sure she really is asleep, and walks back out to the living room. He slides his arms under her legs and back carefully, her head naturally resting on his chest. He carries her into the bedroom and he sets her down on the bed, covering her up with a victorious grin.

“Damn you, Jordan,” she growls lowly, burying her face into the pillow. He just laughs and walks back out to the couch, taking his spot and covering up.

Not even five minutes pass before (y/n) shuffles out to him, lightning the only thing guiding her to the couch. She takes his hand and pulls him up, making him frown as she drags him to the bedroom. She climbs under the covers and continues to pull him, and he laughs as he’s forced to lie under the covers.

“There,” she says, putting her face into a pillow and keeping only a few inches of room between them on the large bed. “We both win.” He laughs covers her up more. He takes his shirt off and sets it next to him, and they both fall asleep to the sound of the storms.


She doesn’t know if it was the thunder that shook the apartment that woke her, or the flashes of lightning, but she wakes as the clock on the nightstand reads 2:17.

She frowns and sits up, looking over to Parrish. She catches a glimpse of his face as lightning strikes outside. It’s riddled with pain and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. He tosses and turns, and she realizes he’s having a nightmare.

“Jordan,” she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. He growls under his breath, still asleep, and she shakes his arm. “Jordan, you need to wake up,” she says a little louder. Lightning strikes and a roll of thunder hits the apartment, making him sit up with wide eyes and involuntarily grab her wrist tight.

“Jordan!” she shouts and he quickly releases her hand, panting as he looks at her.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. (Y/n) ignores the dull pain in her wrist and scoots to him, placing a light hand on his cheek.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks quietly, and he closes his eyes, letting her hand support him. She frowns, pulling him into a hug. “Want to tell me what that was about?” she asks, running a hand up and down his bare back. He shakes his head and grips her shirt in his fists, burying his face in her neck. She frowns more, nodding.

She lies down, pulling him with her so that his head lies on her chest. He wraps his arms around her tight, like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. He lies on top of her and it doesn’t bother her, his weight and shape almost fitting to her body. She runs a hand through his hair and she can feel his laboured breaths, his chest struggling to stay steady.

“Do these happen often?” she asks.

“Every night,” he whispers into her shirt. “Ever since the army, mission gone wrong.” She purses her lips, finally realizing it’s PTSD that haunts his mind.

“When was the last time you got real sleep?”

“Before I was deployed,” he answers, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She swears she can feel his pain, like it’s radiating to her, and she wants to cry knowing he’s in pain.

“Sleep,” she whispers, pulling the covers over him to his shoulders. She runs a hand through his hair still and he holds her like she’s his anchor during a storm at sea. “Just sleep.” He closes his eyes and focuses on her heartbeat, and soon, he’s asleep in a dreamless state for once.


Parrish wakes first, the sunlight and absence of rain causing him to rise. He blinks his eyes open and looks down at (y/n), who lies asleep in his arms now. She has her face in his bare chest, one hand lying on his chest and another wrapped around him. One hand of his lies on her hip, another on her back under her shirt.

He lies his head down on the pillow and watches her, taking in how peaceful she looks and how right this feels. He realizes then that he wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning, with her in his arms and him holding her this close. He realizes that she keeps him calm at night, and that that was the first dreamless sleep he had gotten since years ago before the army. He realizes he needs her, and he pulls her closer as he does.

(Y/n) shifts, nuzzling her face into his shoulder as she drapes a leg over his. He holds back a chuckle and buries his face in her hair, taking in the scent of rain and dew.

She blinks her eyes open, her lips accidentally on his collarbone. She closes her eyes again, leaving her lips where they are, and Parrish runs his hands up her back to pull her even closer.

She likes this, she admits to herself. She likes how he has her so close and how his rough hands are somehow so soft on her hip and back. She doesn’t mind her shirt is rose up, because she realizes just how much she trusts him. She loves how he’s like a heater, and he loves how she’s as cold as ice, and how they seem to balance each other out is beyond reason to anyone in the world.

Both awake now, yet dazed by each other’s touch, remain still and in embrace for the longest time, neither wanting to move away. But the sharp ring of his cellphone on the nightstand pulls them to reality, and he sighs as it rings aloud.

“Are you going to get that?” she asks, her lips tracing his collarbone as she does.

“It can wait,” he mumbles.

(Y/n) just nods and soon the ringing stops, allowing them to close their eyes and relax their bodies to fit like puzzle pieces.

Someone knocks on the front door and both shoot up, eyes wide as they look at each other. Knocking echoes the apartment again and Parrish rushes out of bed, slipping his shirt on and covering her up.

“Pretend you’re asleep!” he hisses, and she throws herself onto the pillow and tries to look at peaceful and possible.

Parrish looks at the couch and nods as he sees it looks like he slept there, and he opens the door as he brushes a hand through his hair. It’s Stiles, an annoyed look on his face as he pushes himself into the apartment. Parrish just stares at him.

“I’m here to pick my sis up,” he tells him, looking around. “Do you believe in cleaning up, or is that just against your beliefs?” Parrish rolls his eyes and Stiles walks to the bedroom, Parrish chasing after him.

Stiles walks in, crossing his arms when he sees his twin. “I know you’re awake,” he says in a bored tone, but she stays still. Stiles sighs and jumps on the bed, Parrish laughing as (y/n) curses under her breath.

“Hey, you two didn’t fool around, did you?” Stiles asks, and (y/n) kicks him off the bed. “Ouch, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” Stiles stands up, brushing his shirt off. “Dad got the Jeep into the shop, he told me to come get you.” She groans as she sits up, running her fingers through her knotted hair.

“Whatever,” she hisses. Parrish watches her with crossed arms and Stiles looks back and forth between them.

“Are you two sure you didn’t-” (Y/n) throws a pillow at him, making him stumble back as he laughs and throws it back at her. “I’ll be out in the car,” he calls out as he leaves, the front door slamming shut.

(Y/n) moans as she stretches, standing up and popping her back. She pulls Parrish back to the bed and he laughs as they lie down, Serilda laying on top of him.

“You slept the rest of the night,” she mutters into his chest, and his hands trace up her body and under her shirt. She smiles into his shirt as his hands wraps around her sides, big enough to hold her easily.

“You’re brother is waiting outside,” he whispers into her hair and she groans, sitting up and straddling him. She puts her hands on his chest and his find their way to her hips again. He looks up at her as she pulls her hair into a messy bun, and he can’t help but fall in love with every freckle she has that paints her cheeks.

“You’re staring,” she says, and he grins.

“How could I not?” She smiles wide, biting her cheek as she tries to look away. Parrish sits up, keeping her on his lap, and kisses her softly. He was chilled by the innocence of her kiss and how her lips locked with his, how her hands pulled his face closer to her and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He realizes he loves her, and that this was the beginning and ending to everything they know.

Stiles honks outside and they pause, (y/n) leaning back but keeping her eyes locked on his. She kisses him once more, and it feels like the longest kiss in the shortest seconds. She pulls back and climbs out of bed, running to the bathroom and shoving her clothes into her bag, Parrish watching her the whole time. She looks back at him as she leaves the bedroom, and she pauses for a moment.

“You know where to find me if you can’t sleep,” she says with a small smile. And with that, she leaves, and Parrish is left by himself to sort out his love sick mind.


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 889
warning : smut
summary : Kai get’s injured and get’s horny so Reader has to ‘take care’ of him.
*not my gif


Y/N woke up from a knock on her front door. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room reading a book. At first the knocks came from a distance , slowly waking her from her dream. Quickly she got up , rubbing her eyes on the way to the door. Suddenly she felt wide awake seeing her boyfriend , Kai Parker , standing there covered in blood.
“Hello sweetheart.” he said managing a weak smile , his breath getting caught in his throat seeing Y/N was wearing only a tshirt barely covering her lower half.
“Kai ! What the hell happened to you?”
There was sweat on his forehead and his hand held onto his chest. He looked as if he might faint at any moment which got her really worried. Kai was a hybrid , a vampire and there were very few things that can cause him to look like this - a werewolf bite or a piece of wood stuck inside his body.
“Oh nothing. Picked up a fight with the wrong guy. He shot at me with wooden bullets …” he said , swinging his hand across her shoulders. Y/N helped him onto the couch and quickly went to lock the front door. “The usual stuff. You should see what I did to him …“
She sat on the edge on the couch next to him. Kai turned towards her , his eyes drifting to her neck. He was hungry but there were more important things to do first like taking that last bullet about to puncture his heart out of him.
Y/N placed her hand on his chest trying to figure out of there was a wooden bullet there. “Did you get all the bullets out ?” she asked ripping his shirt open , sending buttons flying everywhere.
Kai coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with someone was far from unusual , and he didn’t seem to figure out how dangerous all of this was. Not only for the people who dared to pick a fight with a vampire / witch hybrid but also for him.
“You are not completely indestructable you know.” she muttered digging her fingers into the open wound searching for the bullet he obviously hadn’t gotten out.
Kai winced in pain , closing his eyes for a moment. Y/N was leaning in closer to him , trying to see where the litte sucker had gone and Kai got a good look at her open cleavage. The way she had ripped his shirt open a few moments ago only adding more gasoline to the fire he felt burning inside him. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his breath get caught in his throat again.
“Y/N .. care-ful.” he struggled to speak. “It’s getting clo-ser to my h-heart.”
“I am trying. Or do you think I want you to die.” she said , feeling her fingers wrap around the piece of wood. A moment later she pulled it out with a victorious look on her face. “Next time , try not to pick a fight with a guy who has wooden bullets in his gun.”
“Noted. Could I … I mean … ”
Y/N pushed her shirt down her shoulders motioning for him to feed. Purple / black veins flickered under his eyes as he sank his fangs into her coroted artery , her warm blood slightly dripping down her body. Kai pulled away in less than a minute , her thumbs wiping away blood from his chin. She got up , her shirt slightly pushed up her ass and he felt himself getting harder just looking at her. He knew she wasn’t doing any of this on purpose but it was still driving him as crazy as if it was. And was it just his imagination or she really wasn’t wearing a bra ?
Y/N headed to the kitchen , coming back with a towel and a bowl filled with warm water.
“Thank you.. for taking the bullet out.” he said , not taking his eyes off her as she dipped the towel , twisting it dry and started wiping away blood from his face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life Y/N.”
She looked up at him , giving him a small smile. “Learn not to pick up fights ?” she teased. “Now stay still. As hot as you look covered in blood , I miss your pretty face.”
Kai smiled to himself , feeling her fingertips lightly brush against his forehead and cheeks as she cleaned up the blood from his face. Dipping the towel into the bowl washing it up and draining it before repeating again and again. Y/N pushed his jacket off his shoulders , folding it into a ball to be tossed in the laundry later and swung her leg over his lap for better access.
“You think I look hot covered in blood?” he teased.
“No.” she smiled shyly. “You look hot in general , covered in blood you look hotter.”
It was true. Probably if she told someone else this , they’d thing she had lost it but not Kai. With him she could be 100% honest about everything. She dipped the towel into the bloody water again starting to clean the blood off his neck , pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Kai suppressed a moan feeling her hips slightly move onto his crotch. Y/N started cleaning the blood off his chest , right where the bullets had been , when Kai grabbed her wrist.
“Y/N…” he said looking intensely into her eyes. He didn’t need to listen to her heart beat to know what he was doing to her right now. Kai wanted her , right this second.
Y/N felt butterflies flap their wings in her stomach and her breath getting shallow noticing the change in Kai’s eyes. Her heart was racing as Kai’s finger trailed her jawline , brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Y/N’s hips swayed onto his crotch as he pulled her towards him.
“No.” she said getting up. “No , Malachai. We are not doing this…not now.”
Quickly she got the bowl and the towel taking them to the kitchen. She braced her hands against the kitchen counter , closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath before returning to the livingroom only then noticing the bulge in his pants. Y/N’s eyes widened a little then she looked at the ground only then realising what had happened. She was wearing just her shirt … , no PJ bottoms no nothing. It was hard to tear her eyes off the bulge in his pants ,but somehow she managed and sat on the couch next to him trying hard not to let her gaze drift to the bulge which somehow seemed to get bigger , or maybe she was imagining it.
Kai glanced at her , noticing she was biting her lower lip and then followed her gaze.
This is your fault by the way.”
Y/N laughed nervously. “Sorry … not sorry.” she bit her lower lip , her hand sliding between her legs teasing her folds through her panties.
Kai gulped. What had happened before might not have been on purpose but this definitely was. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair as if she wasn’t doing anything naughty , parting her legs a little to give him a better view as her fingers pushed her panties to the side and slid inside her.
“You are not helping.” said Kai in raspy voice , lightly rubbing himself through his pants remembering her ‘no’ from a few minutes ago. “I … I’m gonna go.”
“Not a chance.” she said grabbing his hand leanining in towards him , her hand slid down his chest towards his crotch. His length was hard alright. Y/N pressed her lips onto his , kissing him deeply and tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss. She lowered herself down his body never taking her eyes off him.
“Y/N .. my balls feel like they weight 30 pounds.” he groaned , grinding his hips onto her hand. “If you plan on stopping at any point and leav-”
Y/N pressed her finger onto his lips shushing him. There was a devilish spark in her eyes which only turned him more. Kai was looking at her , closing his eyes for a moment feeling Y/N hands rubbing him through his pants. She kneeled on the couch , her ass propped up as her shirt slid down her back a little. Swiftly her fingers undid the button and pulled his zipper down pressing her mouth onto his thick shaft through his briefs , exhaling her hot breath onto his shaft.
“Y/N …please I need you ..”
Y/N pulled his pants down as much as she could and then swung a leg over his lap.
“How much?” she whispered , her lips almost touching his. Kai put his hands on her ass but she pushed them away. “No , no …”
“More than you can imagine.” he replied. “I want to grab you and have my way with you for the rest of the night.”
Her hips grinded against his and every time she moved.Kai tried to put his hands on her again , a low growl coming from deep inside his throat every time Y/N pushed him off her.
“Let me touch you.” he said leaning towards her , wanting to kiss her.
Y/N fought the urge to smile. Usually things were the other way around - she was the one begging for him but now she had her chance to get him to play by her rules.
You , mister , are in trouble.” her hips grinding on him a little faster. “Picking up fights , coming home covered in blood …" she spoke in low voice. “What ? Did you think I’d let you have your way with me ? No.“
Kai brushed his fingers through her hair pulling her face down towards his until their lips touched briefly before she pulled away.
“No kisses too ?” he growled in frustration as her finger traced his lower lip. He moved his head towards her , taking in her finger into his mouth. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as she bit her lower lip , knowing fully well what might be going through Kai’s head right now. She pulled out her finger , brushing her nose against his while she continued straddling him.
“You are such a tease.” he whispered , his eyes drifting between her eyes and her lips.
She swayed her hips on his crotch a little faster , before pushing him onto the couch. Y/N dipped her head , leaving soft kisses on his neck then down his chest , her hands snaking around it while never taking her eyes off his.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here , isn’t it ?” she said innocently slowly lifitng her shirt up. Kai’s eyes widened and he tried to touch her but she slapped his hands away. “No touching , remember ?”
Instead her hands cupped her breasts , playing with them right in front of his eyes. She closed her eyes ,arching her back a little as a low moan escaped her lips. Kai licked his lower lip , fighting the urge to put his hands on hers and assist her. The more she said ‘no touching’ the more he wanted to do just that. Even more - he wanted to grab her and have his way with her this exact second , but something stopped him.
Y/N leaned in sucking on his earlobe before kissing his neck and slowly trailing her way down his chest leaving kisses on the way down never breaking eye contact for more than a blink. Her fingers tangled into the waistband of his briefs before pulling them down. Kai’s hard length flopped onto his stomach and Y/N leaned in licking a bold stripe from his balls to the tip. A moan tumbled from Kai’s lips and she suppressed a smile focusing on her hands massaging his balls.
Kai could’t take his eyes off her. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , moving it to the left , the tip of her tongue drawing circles on the tip of his shaft , her hands stroking him slowly and feeling him twitch. She was dragging it out enjoying watching Kai close his eyes his mouth hanging open.
“Please Y/N..” he growled , his hands reaching for her head as she swiftly avoided them.
“Nah-uh pretty eyes.” she said in a low voice , blowing a light stream of air onto his shaft before taking it in her mouth. Slowly sucking on his tip as if its the tastiest lollipop to ever exist on the planet. Kai reached for her head again , his fingers digging into her hair as he pushed her mouth down on him , forcing her to take his shaft all the way in.
“Sweetheart , you seem to forget who’s the dominant one in our relationship.” he moaned out , feeling her hands massaging his balls. Kai bopped her head up and down his shaft over and over again , tears starting to fill her eyes from the lack of air before he let go off her. Y/N took a deep breath an idea forming in her head , something she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I’ll make you a deal..” she said , her lips pressing onto his balls. “If you can resist touching me in the next half hour … ” she said taking his balls into her mouth sucking on them and ejoying the sounds coming from Kai’s mouth. “You get to have me any way you want.. anywhere you want… for a whole week.”
“Damn it Y/N.”
Kai both loved and hated how she was manipulating him in that very moment , knowing fully well there is no way he’d say no to that. Y/N licked another bold stripe , pressing the flat of her tongue against it , feeling his hard length twitch. Her eye contact was driving him insane. She was doing dirty things yet her eyes looked so innocent it was driving him crazier and crazier. He gave her a devilish smirk and in the next moment Y/N moaned out louder , closing her eyes for a second.
“K-Kai … that’s c-cheating.” she moaned out again feeling pressure on her clit as two invisible fingers entered her roughly , curling inside her slowly before pulling out and pushing in even rougher making her body jolt forward a little. His pumps were fast and deep , slowly curling the invisible fingers around her walls and repeating again and again.
“You said ‘no touching’.” said Kai , his hands behind his head. “I’m not touching you… and in about 20 minutes when I win , you should prepare yourself for a week of hot hybrid sex in the most unexpected places.”
His words sent butterflies in her stomach , even more so with his invisible fingers pumping in and out of her. Y/N tried to focus of what he was doing but it was getting harder with the burning feeling between her legs building up. She pumped his thick shaft faster and faster , while her hands massaged his bowls.
“Fuck Y/N..”
Y/N took him in her mouth again , lightly biting him. Kai groaned in response , his invisible fingers assaulting her faster and faster. He snapped his fingers and her panties flew off her. She felt herself starting to drip down her thigh.
Kai was watching the clock on the far wall , knowing only less than 10 minutes from now he’d win and get to have his way with her anywhere he wanted. He felt his shaft twitch in her mouth , knowing he is getting closer and closer to his release. His invisible fingers pumped inside her faster and faster , Y/N’s moans getting muffled none the less the vibrations from them were just about to send Kai over the edge and he fought the need to let go for a little longer , a few minutes only.
Suddenly the pressure on her clit and the invisible fingers disappeared , leaving her flustered. A low groan escaped her lips while she kept bopping her head up and down his shaft.
“And the clock strikes midnight … ” muttered Kai with a smug smirk on his face, pulling her up in vampire speed. Y/N was out of breath , her lips colliding with his in a passionate kiss while his hips pushed up , at the same time hers pushed down, entering her hard and deep with one thrust. He felt her walls contract around his shaft bringing him closer and closer.
“Fuck .. you are so wet , you’re dripping on me.”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , her lips hungrily attacking his. Kai’s hands instantly found her ass helping her sway her hips onto him. He thrusted in hard and deep a few more times before he came in hot spurts inside her , not stopping until Y/N came screaming his name. Kai pulled her in for another kiss tugging on her lower lip at the end of the kiss. Y/N could see devils dancing in his eyes and the next second she found herself laying on the couch , magic holding her hands above her head.
“OH Y/N … ” he said sounding like a teacher scolding a student. “Look at yourself … you are a dripping mess. I’ll have to fix this straight away …”


NOTE : (to the anon who requested it) I may have strayed a little from the original idea. I tried my best … sorry :(

MASTERLIST March / April 2017

Title: Madeleine

Rating: PG

Timeline: Home Again

Category: MSR

Summary:For the anon who asked: Since you mentioned it, Drabble of Mulder finding Scully’s Darkness Falls jacket while they are in an established relationship?

Author’s Note: These went in a different direction then I had planned, but these things so often do. The title was inspired by Proust’s “madeleine moment.”

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The Sun and The Stars {3}

Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 3726

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, light nsfw content, mild violence

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You can hardly process what Bucky’s told you. It doesn’t feel real. The jet ride to the states is quiet but you keep stealing quick glances at him. You understand why you felt the way you did back when both of you were at HYDRA; he was attractive, he was kind, and he genuinely seemed to care about you, which was a new feeling to you. You couldn’t imagine anyone caring for you so deeply and so immensely that they would follow you for nine months.

You study the crest of his jaw and the way his long hair fell down almost to his collar but all you can feel is anger at HYDRA for taking away your memories of him because you want to remember everything he’s told you. You sounded happy with him and a part of you, deep inside, knew what he said was true. Maybe it was some subconscious part of you that still remembered what he’d meant to you so you decided to trust it.

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Video Games - NaLu Week 2017

Summary: Hello! This is my one shot for the prompt “Video Games” for @nalu-week this year! Enjoy! <3

Pairing: NaLu (Natsu & Lucy)

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2091

“Natsu, what are you doing?” Lucy asked, gently placing her bag on the desk whilst her dense friend casually tossed his on the floor.

“What does it look like?” Natsu answered, as if Lucy were the dense one, switching his TV on. “I’m playing a video game.”

“I came round after school so we could do our homework, not play games!” Lucy puffed her cheeks out. She should have expected this, really.

Despite being best friends, Natsu and Lucy had fairly opposite views on certain things; homework was most certainly one of them. Occasionally there would be a rare day where Natsu actually completed his homework with minimal help from Lucy, but most of the time it was Natsu rapidly texting Lucy the morning it was due asking for the answers.

It would definitely irritate anyone, but Lucy had been friends with Natsu long enough to always expect a text from him.

Considering how rare doing homework was for Natsu, Lucy was more than pleased when he invited her round his house after school to, as quoted by the man himself, “do homework or something.”.

Sure it was pretty vague, but just the sound of Natsu saying the word “homework” without a hint of disgust curling off his tongue had excited the blonde.

“C'mon, Luce.” Natsu turned to face her. “We’ve got loads of time. Just one game and then we’ll get to work.”

Lucy let out a heavy sigh, “The one time I actually think you invite me round specifically for homework…”

“Oh, lighten up!” Natsu grinned. “Come on, sit down and play.” He patted the vacant seat next to him.

Lucy, however, shook her head. “Nope. You can get on with that, whereas I have algebra problems to solve.” she planted herself behind Natsu on the table and chairs, taking the sheet of paper out of her bag.

“Ew.” Natsu’s lip curled upwards just by hearing any word related to maths.

Despite being a tad annoyed at her friend, Lucy couldn’t help but let a small smile play at her lips at Natsu’s disgusted sound.


It had been around twenty minutes and Lucy had barely managed to complete the first question. She didn’t know for sure whether Natsu intentionally turned the TV up really loud and was being way too over enthusiastic about the game, but considering how well Lucy knew him, she was pretty certain it was no accident.

“Oh my god, Natsu!” Lucy threw her pen on the table in defeat, standing up abruptly.


Lucy began making her way over and parked herself right next to her friend. “Considering you clearly want me to play that badly,” she picked up the other controller. “One game!”

Natsu’s eyes instantly lit up, grinning widely at his success. “Alright!”

Lucy hated herself slightly for giving in so easily, but there was no way she could sit back for the next hour doing nothing. It was either struggle with the homework, do nothing, or play video games, and Lucy chose video games.

“Okay, so you press that to switch weapons, that one to shoot and-” Natsu began instructing Lucy, until he was interrupted.

“I know how to play.” Lucy answered simply, fidgeting slightly in order to make herself more comfortable.

Natsu blinked in slight shock, but shrugged it off and pressed play.

To Natsu’s complete dismay, Lucy was incredibly skilled at video games, so much so that she’d gotten a killing streak and had won the first round.

“How..?” Natsu questioned out loud.

“We may have been friends for eight years now,” Lucy grinned triumphantly, “but there is still much you have yet to learn about me, Natsu.”

“No kidding.”

“You up for round two?” Lucy asked, completely disregarding her algebra homework in excitement to beat Natsu again.

“Sure, but you’re lucky streak is about to change. Just warning you.” Natsu smirked, focusing intently on the TV.


Four rounds later and Lucy had won every single one, much to Natsu’s annoyance. Every round she won, Lucy would jump up proudly like a little kid, which would humour Natsu momentarily until he remembered he was just beaten.

Fed up of losing but not wanting to accept defeat, Natsu made an attempt to grab another game off the desk. However, Lucy’s keen eye quickly caught on.

“Scared of losing again?” Lucy smirked, leaning over so she could taunt Natsu more.

Natsu froze, one hand holding another game in the air and the other balancing himself on the sofa. He turned to face Lucy, who’s smug expression was not helping Natsu in the slightest. Natsu hated losing. It didn’t matter if it was a video game or his daily brawl with Gray in the cafeteria, he wouldn’t leave until he was victorious… or until the principal would drag them both to his office.

Slowly, Natsu began placing the game back down, Lucy’s eyes following his every move like a hawk. Picking up the controller again, Natsu let out a small breath of amusement, ready to take on another challenge.

“You are on, Heartfilia.”


Needless to say Natsu’s confidence offered him no help in the slightest as Lucy continued to win every game. Although it was amusing seeing Lucy so excited and happy, it was also incredibly irritating.

Natsu had also quickly learnt that Lucy was the type of gamer to move with the controller, so if her player moved to the left, she would also move to the left. This completely limited Natsu’s choice of action, as not only would she continuously bump into him, she would do it chest first.

Lucy’s body moved just as much as her player, and it offered no assistance to Natsu’s already stressed state when Lucy was basically on top of him for half the game.

“I win for the… oh, how many rounds has it been now, Natsu?” Lucy grinned victoriously.


“I win for the seventh time in a row!”

“It’s your fault I’m not winning!” Natsu protested.

“Why? Because I’m too good?” Lucy teased.

“No, because you keep climbing on top of me every round!” Natsu crossed his arms like a child. “It’s very distracting.”

Lucy had hardly noticed she’d been moving that much, and even if she had she never would have thought it would be a hindrance to her friend. However, a disadvantage to Natsu merely meant an advantage for her. Taking the new found information into consideration, Lucy took no hesitation in making the predicament more convenient on her half.

Starting another game without Natsu’s consent, Lucy was clearly already in the lead, catching him off guard.

“Hey!” Natsu called out, quickly grabbing his controller. “That’s playin’ dirty!”

“Really?” Lucy questioned, her eyes drifting from the TV to Natsu. “Is this playing dirty as well?” She began leaning over, even if her player wasn’t, so she could edge closer to Natsu.

“Yes.” Natsu stated simply just as Lucy’s shoulder touched his, although his eyes refused to leave the screen.

“How about this?” Lucy leant closer towards Natsu, however this time she manoeuvred herself so instead her chest pressed up against his arm.

Natsu gulped, though not hard enough for Lucy to have noticed.

Taking his silence as a yes, Lucy smirked and shuffled closer so their legs were touching whilst her chest was still closely pressed against his arm.

“Luce, what’re you doing?” Natsu finally spoke.

“Being distracting,” Lucy put it simply, trying to meet Natsu’s careful gaze. “Is it working?”

Realising the game she was trying to play, Natsu made an attempt to shrug Lucy off of him.

“Nope.” he answered, crossing his arms defiantly.

Lucy, however, only took this as another challenge much like the video game they were playing, and she was not about to lose. Deciding to go a step further, the blonde lifted a leg up and draped it over Natsu’s lap.

“How about now?”

Natsu shook his head, still refusing to meet her gaze.

Lucy lifted her other leg on his lap.

“Surely now?” she teased.

Natsu shook his head again. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that.”

Grinning, Lucy accepted the challenge and hoisted her entire body onto Natsu so she was sitting on him; this made it almost impossible for Natsu to avoid eye contact now.

“Keep trying, Heartfilia.” Natsu said, smiling slightly.

Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, stunned Natsu was reacting so calmly considering she was basically straddling and seducing her best friend. Instead of letting it show, though, the blonde inched her face closer towards Natsu’s until she could feel his breath on her.

“Am I distracting you, Natsu?” Lucy whispered.

Natsu’s expression remained the same, his lips curling upwards into a small smirk. “Not yet.”

Lucy grew slightly irritated that Natsu wasn’t giving in easily, but in his defence he was merely making the game more fun especially on Lucy’s part. Her eyes stayed locked on Natsu’s as Lucy inched even closer so now their foreheads were touching. Figuring that wouldn’t do the trick, Lucy’s lips brushed Natsu’s nose ever so slightly.

Natsu flinched at the sudden touch, and Lucy smirked triumphantly.

“Is this distracting?”

“…No.” Natsu answered, though his voice shook, revealing to Lucy that she was winning.

“How about this?” Lucy barely whispered as her lips travelled to his cheek, planting a kiss there and slowly moving to his lips.

Her lips lingered centimetres from Natsu’s for quite some time, just so Lucy could wait to claim victory. Every now and then she would move her lips forward ever so slightly, then retract them again.

“How about now, Natsu?” Lucy’s breath was warm on his face. “Surely this is distracting?”


That was the only word Natsu spoke before pressing his lips against Lucy’s. It came as a shock to the blonde, causing the pair to stumble back slightly, until she fell in to the kiss and closed her eyes. Natsu’s hands wrapped around Lucy’s hips, pulling her closer whilst her fingers entangled themselves in his pink locks.

Lucy had surprised herself. Never would she have thought that she had the capability to seduce someone, especially her best friend. She’d never really considered having feelings for Natsu, but any coherent thoughts had drifted far from her mind as the pair fell deeper into the kiss and each other.

Allowing a small moan to escape her lips, Lucy pushed herself further against Natsu’s body, pining for more. Her friend made no hesitation in pleasing the blonde, snaking his arms from the small of her back to up her shirt.

Eventually the pair retracted for air, breathing heavily as they stared into one another’s widened eyes. It appeared as a shock to both of them. Lucy never expected Natsu to kiss her. Natsu never expected to kiss Lucy, yet it all came so naturally.

“I-” Natsu began to speak, though not quite sure what he was about to say himself.

Luckily, however, Lucy didn’t allow him to finish as she quickly pressed her lips against his again, desperate for more.


“What do you mean you haven’t completed the homework?” Natsu and Lucy’s teacher loomed down on them intimidatingly, awaiting an excuse.

“We’re really sorry, sir.” Lucy bowed her head down in shame. “I got…” she thought back to last night, “Sidetracked.”

The teacher sighed. “I would expect this from you, Natsu, but Lucy? What could you have possibly been doing that made you forget?”

Lucy’s cheeks tinted pink at the memories. “I-I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.”

Natsu snorted at Lucy’s stuttering, earning himself a discreet shove from his friend.

“Well, regardless as to what you were up to, the homework is incomplete.” The teacher handed Natsu and Lucy each a sheet of paper. “The pair of you have detention after school today.”

“But I-” Lucy couldn’t finish the sentence, realising she had no way of defending herself.

Their teacher took off, leaving Lucy with her mouth hung open whilst Natsu made a failed attempt to stifle his laugh, thus earning another shove.

“Hey! What was that for?” Natsu stuck his bottom lip out.

“This is your fault. I wanted to do homework last night but you insisted on playing video games!”

“Woah! Video games were barely the half of what we did last night!” Natsu held his hands in front of himself in defence.

Thinking back to the seducing and kissing, Lucy hung her head low as her face heated up. Natsu let out an amused laugh, patting her shoulder.

“What can I say, Luce? I guess you are pretty distracting.” Natsu smirked.

Birth and Bloodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy: Part Two


Rhysand’s power filled the cavernous space, letting his home know just who he was. His onyx tunic swallowing the light in the room, his head adorned with the crown of stars meant for the rightful High Lord, not a half breed Illyrian with a whore for a mate, for a High Lady.

Keir trained his eyes to the floor as the High Lord strolled past him, the only sound was Rhysand’s footsteps ascending to the throne.

“Well,” Rhysand said, his voice a tendril of darkness “It looks like we’re all here. Let’s get started.”

The Bastard born and his own…grandson, if he called him such a sentiment, knelt before Rhysand, each bearing seven siphons. But where the Bastard’s were red, his grandsons were blue, just like his father’s. Keir reigned in his disgust.

He was not expecting his halfbred grandson in the court. It didn’t matter, perhaps his death would help purify his bloodline.  Then the only thing standing between his bloodline and purity would be his traitorous daughter and her pregancy and his other grandsons, Nathaniel and Adrien. Adrien too weak to make his own way out of the Blood Rite and Nathaniel…gay and a half-bred Illyrian at that, they both needed to be eliminated.

They each lifted their heads, their mouths slid into a brutal grins, ready to slaughter on Rhysand’s mere wims. His own face was an aloof disinterested mask.

“Keir,” Rhysand said, his voice a cool blade.

He bowed again, his eyes snagging on Azriel’s blade at Blake’s hip. The male must have leant it to his son while he babysat Rhysand. He kept himself from flinching under the cool promise of death in Blake’s eyes, his daughter’s eyes. A child was what he was, but it would be a mistake to not think he could kill him. Not after what he had done to his own daughter, to Nathaniel.



She forced herself to stay calm. It was just a routine visit to the Court of Nightmares, that was what she kept telling herself. The words sounded false in her head. She kept her focus on the bond.

Feyre positioned herself on the floor. Crossing her legs, she tilted her head as Aysel’s small hands gripped her stomach, pulling herself up to stand. Her golden brown hair feathered around her head in soft curls, those eyes, her own eyes, were bright.

Aysel’s lips flattened against Feyre’s stomach in attempt to kiss her cousins. Her niece looked up at her, raising her hands, wanting to be picked up.

“Careful,” Bay said, his head in Nate’s lap, an arm over his eyes. “Once you pick her up, it isn’t so easy to put her down. She won’t let you, not without a wave of psychic pain rattling through your head.’

Nate’s fingers laced through Bay’s hair, his eyes assessing Aysel with an amused efficiency. “Baylor gets grumpy when he gets woken up at three in the morning. The Princess likes waking him to play with her.”

Amren took a sip of her wine, “Cunning little thing, isn’t she?”

Feyre lifted Aysel to her lap, “Cassian said she’s already showing signs of Nesta’s fire magic.”

Bay lifted his arm, displaying the faint burn mark on his skin. “This is what happens when she decides to fight sleep. The Princess is going to end up burning down Hybern.”

Mor smiled faintly, “Nesta would be proud of her.”

Bay’s shoulders tightened, his voice soft, “Yes she would be.”

Ayse’s hands got lost in Feyre’s hair, a soft squeal came out of her mouth, then her lips started to quiver. The Princess tugged on her hair, the temperature in the room started to rise.

“Here we go,” Bay groaned, his hands to his ears.


Cassian smiled viciously at Keir before turning his eyes to Blake. The kid was grinning at a female. Her face a beautifully carved nightmare, her hair shifted from a deep red to an ebony black. But her eyes…

Kier gave the report. Cassian’s eyes went to Blake’s. His eyes were filled with a burning hatred for Kier despite the brutal grin on his face. After what happened with Nate, Blake winnowed to the Court of Nightmares and shattered Keir’s arm. It was the first and last warning Blake gave the male. If he so much as breathed wrong at his brothers, Blake would kill him.

The female smiled at him, whispering in his ear. His face blanked for half a second before he took her hand and she led him to dance.

Cassian narrowed his eyes, his hand on his sword. Blake wouldn’t be dancing with the female if he was in love with Aurora. The Dawn Court Heir would not be thrilled with this.

Blake’s hands slid around the female waist, pulling her close to him.  her arms snaked around his neck, her lips to his ear.

Something wasn’t right.


The temperature in the room was ridiculously warm. Aysel was crying, Azriel’s shadows picked up grief from the Princess. Despite not knowing her mother, Aysel still grieved her. Being an infant, not able to control her magic she grieved in the way most infants do. They cried and lashed out.

Amren waved her hand, the temperature starting to settle. Azriel helped Mor stand, her hand resting on her stomach. His mate was only a month behind Feyre. She took Aysel from Feyre, resting the princess on her hip. “It’s okay, Baby.”

Mor smoothed down the Princess’s hair and kissed her forehead. “You still got us, no need to cry.”  Mor squeezed Feyre’s hand, giving the High lady a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be okay, Feyre. Rhys will be back before you know it. Blake and Cassian will be there. And if they fail, Rhys will kill every last person in that mountain to get to you.”

Objectively, Blake and Cassian should be okay. They were both highly trained, Cassian had five hundred years of training, Blake was ranked top in his generation. But he still worried for Blake’s safety in that place. If something happened to his son, he would slaughter every last one of those monsters in that mountain. As he should have done when he found Mor bleeding in the woods.

Feyre sighed, “I know that. I know but…this feeling.”


His grandson was distracted by his benefactor, a female with a voice of velvet and cultivated persuasion abilities of more than one kind. The female had her own reasons for wanting Rhysand and his whore dead.

With a bow of his head, Keir retreated to his rooms. He needed to nullify Rhysand’s magic, needed to lure the High Lady to them, needed to terminate the…children in her womb.


The bond went quiet. Feyre tried to reach down it, nothing but shadow was at the end of it. She swallowed her panic and stood. Azriel’s eyes met hers.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Her heart was pounding through every inch of her.  “I can’t feel him. I can’t feel Rhys. I need you to take me to him.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes. His voice was a lethal calm. “Absolutely not.”

“Fuck no you aren’t going!” Nate shouted. She ignored her nephew, her eyes still on Azriel.

“If you don’t I’ll find my way there myself.” She knew it was terribly unfair of her to give this ultimatum, but still she did it. To get to her mate, she would do anything.

“Feyre, you are pregnant,” Mor exclaimed.

“Not to mention this is most likely a trap meant for you,” Amren added.

“I am well aware that I am pregnant. But I am High Lady, these monsters are my responsibility, Rhys is my mate.” She was Feyre Cursebreaker, High Lady of the most terrifying Court in all of Prthyian. Spells couldn’t stop her, nothing could.  “I’ll bring Azriel and Nate and Bay with me.” She didn’t want to seperate Az and Mor but Mor was also pregnant. If something happened in Velaris, Amren could hold the line until reinforcements came. “The babies and I will be safe.”

“I don’t suppose we could change your mind?” Azriel asked.


With a sigh, Azriel nodded.

Wrapping Darkness around herself, Feyre winnowed to the Court of Nightmares, ready to burn them all down.


Here is part two, please, leave a comment :)

Paint in Your Hair

(Chlonath Day 3 - Art)

Nathanael is working on his art and gets interrupted by a very welcome guest.

An aged up, established chlonath relationship AU, rated M for Many Kisses >///////< rated T for Tmoon doesnt now what mature is and apparently this is tame WELLLLL SOooOOOooOOOOORRRRY (the T is silent)

This definitely went in a very different direction then I originally planned! : | and put i did include my original idea in as an easter egg for myself XD

Enjoy! and Happy Chlonath Week - Day 3 to everyone!!! =3=

(ao3 link)

Nathanael sat back, staring at the canvas with his mouth pursed, inspecting each and every detail with worry. He passed a hand through his hair before reaching back to tie back his shaggy red hair into a quick ponytail. Short pieces escaped the elastic’s hold, but he paid them no mind, happy to have most of his hair out of his face.

A creak of the old wooden floor from behind him caught his notice. He smiled, not bothering to turn around.

Knowing who it was coming up to his side, Nathanael grabbed a stained towel and plucked his brushes from the coffee cup he was currently using for rinse water. He wiped down the brushes before piling them back onto his table.

A hand tugged on his ponytail, making him chuckle. The tiny pull brought his hand back and the tiny pain of having his hair pulled was met with the warmth of a kiss.

He smiled into it, readjusting himself in his chair to meet her better. Her tongue swept across his bottom lip and he hummed, reaching a hand up to her face.

A hand slapped his away. And he felt her lips move against his to say, “You’ll get paint in my hair.”

He tilted his head to bring his lips off hers, their noses bumped and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Then you shouldn’t jump me in my studio, while I’m working,” he smiled.

She scoffed, “I brought you tea.” And she pecked his lips quickly before pulling back, placing a mug down beside his rinse water cup.

“Hey,” he pointed, “bad placement. Last time I mixed the cups up and drank paint water.”

Chloe laughed, picking the mug up and looking around for another spot to put it.

She bent down to place the cup on the floor beside one of the legs of the easel. “Fine then your tea will be right here, getting cold as you paint away. There,” she said, turning with a bright smile, “Better?”

“Almost,” he replied reaching a long arm out to pull her down onto his lap.

“Nath!” she yelled, landing on top of him with a huff. Her back pressed up against his chest and she crossed her arms in mock anger, “What did I say about the paint!!”

He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist for a gentle squeeze. His hand reached for one of hers and brought it up to his lips for a kiss. She turned to him, sticking her tongue out, and he laughed even more.

“Well, my love,” he whispered, gently pulling her blonde hair over her shoulder to allow him to kiss her neck, “sometimes sacrifices have to be made, for the greater good.” He kissed a gentle trail up to her jaw, finding victory as she leaned her head back to free up more space for him.

Then suddenly she was standing, easily escaping his gentle hold. She quickly got up and turned. Sitting back down on his lap to face him. Her legs framed his own as the chair rocked.

“Well I guess if it’s for the greater good…” she spoke in a hushed tone, one that only he seemed to be able to get out of her. He smiled up at her and her lips were back on his once more.

Her hands spread out against his chest, smoothing out the fabric of his wrinkled shirt with a sigh, reaching their way up to his shoulders, until eventually finding their way into his hair.

She giggled, at the feel of dried paint in his hair; leaning back she kissed his nose.

“What?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“There’s paint in your hair.”

It was a mess; his ponytail was barely held together. So she reached up to undo it, looping the elastic around her wrist.

He shrugged, “Occupational hazard.”

She gave him a deadpan stare. Looking down at her shirt, she saw all the splotches and stains of paint, before replying, “Tell that to my top.”

He titled his head, looking her up and down. She blushed under his stare, watching his teal eyes inspect every inch of her. “Well,” he said finally, “we can just get rid of it?”

Chloe raised a brow, “Is that so?” she asked, looping her arms around his neck.

“Yes,” he said, “as a matter of fact…” he wrapped an arm around her to hold her steady as he leaned forward towards his paints, dipping his fingers in the splatters still left on his palette. He smiled wickedly as he resettled them back on his chair.

“Nath…” she eyed him suspiciously.

He stared at her, smile still present on his face as he brought his hand to her skirt. Pinks, greens, and blues, smeared over the black fabric. She glared at him, trying to look angry even as she shared his smile, leaning in to recapture his lips with hers.

He held on, a hand on her hip as he reached his other hand up to the back of her hair. This time she didn’t pat his hand away.

After few more heated moments, Nathanael felt her teeth nip at his bottom lip. Her hand reached up to brush his hair back behind his ear as she pulled away.

She stared down at him, her blue eyes sparking brightly, the blush on her cheeks mirroring her reddened lips. “Hmmmm,” she muttered, “guess the skirt has to go too.”

He nodded in total and absolute agreement.

“You know this means you’ll have to take me shopping this week, yes? I heard that there—Eep!” She was cut off with a kiss, a deep and passionate one as Nathanael silenced her with his tongue.

He pulled back, bringing a hand up to her face. His thumb brushed blue paint across her cheek, while his other fingers striped colours into her hair. This time she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as she leaned back down to answer him with another kiss.

A whole new side to Magnus

or how not to greet your mother in law.

A/N this is a bit naughty so discretion is advised. 

Alec came rushing through the door to the loft.

“Magnus!” he called and his boyfriend came out from the bedroom door way. As was his usual habit for the evening, he was dressed in a long deep blue satin robe and matching pyjama pants. The long V shaped opening of the robe gave a tantalising glimpse of smooth, caramel coloured chest right down to the waist band of the pyjama pants. Now that they had been together for a few months and Alec had moved in, Magnus was comfortable enough to go without his usual make up. It made him look very young and vulnerable which Alec loved but was probably why he never let anyone else see him like it.

He came up to Alec, drink in hand, and kissed him lightly. He stood back, frowning a little when he saw that he looked agitated.

“Is there something wrong, Alexander?”

“Yeah, you could say that. I got a message from my mother today. She has to come back here from Idris for a couple of days.” He told him.

Maryse Lightwood had been their strongest opponents when they had started their relationship. She had softened somewhat lately, realising that her son and Magnus Bane were serious about being together. But things were still slightly prickly with her.

“Well, that’s not so bad is it? Maryse has been a lot better about us lately. It will be good for you, Isabelle and Jace to see her.”

“Yeah, maybe, but that’s not all of the message. Because the Institutes holding the conference and it needs all the spare rooms for the visiting Clave members, she is going to be staying here. With us” Alec looked down at Magnus, his face was full of tension. Inwardly, Magnus was a little worried about the news himself but he didn’t want Alec to know it. This was his home now, and he wanted him to know that he was more than happy to have his family stay with them Even the formidable Maryse. He reached out a hand and ran it down Alec’ arm.

“That’s fine Alexander. Your mother is most welcome to stay”

“But, but, she’s…..she’s….my mother…….” He spluttered, his hand running through his thick hair. Magnus sighed, looking back at him. Only Maryse Lightwood could strike such fear in his strong Shadowhunter.

“I’m well aware of that, my love, but you’re looking at this the wrong way. It must be a positive sign if she has asked to stay with us. Relax, I’m sure it will be fine” Alec grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him close, nodding. Maybe he was right.

Maryse was due to arrive the next evening, so Magnus and Alec had spent the morning making sure the loft was clean and tidy. They had put clean sheets on the bed in the spare room and Magnus had even added a bunch of flowers in a vase, sitting it on the dresser. He had organised dinner for them as well, choosing to cook it himself wanting to show his mother in law he was more than capable of doing things without magic. If he had to.

When they were finished, Alec and Magnus stood back in the living room, surveying the room. There was nothing out of place, it all looked perfect. Alec grabbed Magnus around the waist, pulling him against his body.

“Thanks for this, Mags. I know my mother can be a bit……much” he said.

“No thanks necessary, my love. This is your home now too. Your mother is welcome anytime” He reached up and put his lips to his. It was a soft, gentle kiss to begin with but then somehow it escalated into something deeper. Magnus could sense Alec’ growing need and the longer they stood there, glued together, the worse it got. He felt fingers at the buttons of his shirt, as Alec, still joined to his mouth, was trying to get his shirt undone with shaking fingers. He gave a small cry when he felt his frustration get the better of him and get gripped either side of the material and yanked hard. Buttons flew off in all directions and Magnus could hear them hit the floorboards. He groaned in pleasure when he felt Alec’ large, strong hands touching his bare skin. Tingles ran through him as he moved them down towards the waistband of his pants.

“Come into the bedroom” he breathed in Magnus’ ear.

“But what if ……..” he started to say but Alec cut him off with a kiss.

“Mum isn’t due here for at least a couple of hours and we’ll probably have to keep a lid on things while she’s here. I want something to get me through till then, don’t you?” he was smiling down at Magnus, eyes heavy lidded with desire, pulling him by the waistband of his pants towards the bedroom. Magnus had to admit he felt the same way and he could never resist Alexander when he looked like this.

The got into the room and their large bed, hands going everywhere, racing to get their remaining clothes off. Scrambling onto its surface, they were wrapped in each other’s arms and legs. Magnus rolled Alec over so he was underneath him. He loved the feel of his strong muscled body against his. He sat up and moved to straddle his lap and with a snap of his fingers, produced a container of lubricant.

Neither of them heard the front door open and close softly as Maryse entered the loft. She put her bag down gently and walked further into the living room. She hoped that either her son or Magnus were home seeing as she had decided to come early. At first, she didn’t think they were until she heard a noise from the other room. “Hello? Alec, Magnus is that you?” she called and started walking towards where the sound had come from.

Magnus and Alec froze in horror when they heard Maryse call out. Magnus flew off Alec, almost unmanning him in the process, and scrambled for his clothes.

“Be right there, Mother” Alec called out hoping to stall her. Magnus had just bent over to pick up Alec’ clothes for him from the floor, clutching his own to his chest.

“Well, this is a side to Magnus Bane I never thought I’d see. Hello Alec, as you can see, I decided to come early” Maryse stood on the living room opposite the doorway to their bedroom. Alec felt the colour drain from his face as he saw his mother. Magnus had frozen to the spot after straightening up quickly. His eyes were screwed up tight against the horrible thought of the formidable Maryse Lightwood seeing his bare backside. He slowly squinted a glance to Alec who was still in bed, and as white as a sheet. He saw his eyes dart from his mothers back to his and to his surprise, laughter started to bubble out of him. Magnus couldn’t help it and found himself joining him. Maryse was looking back at them, with her most ‘not impressed’ face, hands on hips. Alec saw her lips start to twitch and before they knew it, she was laughing along with them.

“and as I can see, you did the same thing. Come on boys, put some clothes on and make me a cup of tea” she said,and still laughing, she headed for the kitchen.

Maybe this visit wasn’t going to be as bad as they thought.

In Case You Didn’t Know

Originally posted by cinciscrapper

Here is something I decided to write cause it’s like 1am here and I’m trying to get back into writing (those of you that requested something from me, I apologize so much and I will get those as soon as I can. This is something to shake the rust off a bit.

Okay, so we all know Pete isn’t exactly expressive (except when he’s murdering someone lol), so I thought this song would fit this. This is “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. Yes, I realize this is a country song but I find country music says things you didn’t know they could. 

Fluff, Smut

Tagging: @sammiielli  @wwesmutdonedirtcheap  @wrasslesmut  @hiitsmecharlie basically anyone that’s a Pete Dunne fan 

Word Count: 3583

(I didn’t add a name or details for the OC, and that’s because I want you guys to imagine yourselves for it, hence the reference of she/her)

“There, that should do it,” Pete said as he made the final touches on his surprise for her. He hoped she loved it because he usually didn’t do things like this – it wasn’t that he refused to, it was just he didn’t know how to express his feelings. He knew the feeling of aggression well and could express that like no one else could but this? No, this was odd to him but she made him feel things he didn’t know he could. There was a knock on the door and he looked up. He exhaled slowly as he adjusted the collar on his shirt and took one last look at the elegantly set table. He walked over to the door and opened and a smile spread over his face when he saw her.

God, she’s gorgeous, he thought.

“Hi,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey,” he replied.

“So what’s the occasion? You don’t usually dress up – or invite me to dinner,” she said with a lilting laugh that gave him a warm, tingling feeling in his body.

“I have something I wanted to say and I didn’t know how else to do it,” he told her in his thick accent.

“Hmm. This should be fun,” she replied as she walked in. She gasped as she saw the beautifully laid table, complete with candles and a vase of her favorite flowers – calla lilies.

“You did this. For me?” she wanted to know. He nodded sheepishly.

“Pete, you’re wonderful,” she whispered as she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Pete pulled her closer as he cradled the back of her head with his callused hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He moaned as she nipped at his lip and he knew he had to break the kiss because otherwise, they’d never make it to dinner.

“Aww, I was enjoying that,” she mock-whined with a devilish pout.

“Ah, I know, petal. But I want you to eat first,” he told her, jerking his head towards the table.

“Will you be dessert, then?” she asked with a wink.

“That depends on if you’re a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

“Only for you, my love,” she whispered back.

Pete turned her around and led her to the table, where he pulled out her chair. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and he knew he wanted her but he just didn’t know the right way to tell her.

“I know you liked wine, so I got you a bottle. Is that alright?” Pete asked once they sat down.

“Alright with me. Sure you don’t want a glass?” she asked once she took her glass that he filled up for her. He gave her one of his trademark sneers which made her laugh.

“I’m kidding, Pete.”

“I know. I also cooked dinner for you and yes, I added non vegan products.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me. Really. You didn’t,” she said as she reached for his hand. He took her hand and rubbed it with his thumb.

“I know, but I needed to. I…” he trailed off. She put her wineglass down and cocked her head.

“What is it?”

“Can we at least start eating first? Please? I can’t think without food.”

She rolled her eyes and took her hand from his.

“Okay, fine. You weirdo. We’ll eat.”

That earned her a smile.

“You know, when you smile, you’ve got the best smile. I want you to smile more,” she told him.

“Nah. Then I wouldn’t be the Bruiserweight and what good would that do?” he quipped as he took a drink of water.

“Fine. Will you smile more for me, then?”

“Of course. Only for you, though.”

They ate in silence for a while, but Pete just couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so different from him – for one, she was American. She also wasn’t a vegan, as evidenced by her tearing into a steak that he grilled for her alone. Sometimes, he didn’t know why she put up with him – he was moody and he beat people up for a living. 

“I can’t count the times

I almost said what’s on my mind

But I didn’t

Just the other day

I wrote down all the things I’d say

But I couldn’t

I just couldn't”

They finished their dinner and while Pete was putting the dishes in the sink – at his insistence because she kept wanting to help him clear away the table – she was drinking her second glass of wine, taking him in and wondering why he picked her. He was pretty famous in his home country of England and there was no doubt he had women falling over him trying to get his attention. She bit her lip and smiled to herself as she remembered him asking her out for the first time; the way he tripped over his words and the way he kept glancing at her nervously. She found the whole thing hilarious because she knew what he did for a living and she thought his whole rough and tumble persona was just that – a persona and there was actually a soft, kind man underneath the callused hands and the semi-permanent sneer that was fixed on his lips.

“Okay, those are done,” Pete announced.

“Ah, good! Now you can tell me what it is you wanted to say.”

“You wanna go sit down?” he asked, pointing towards his sofa.


They walked over to his couch, where she promptly kicked off her heels and placed her legs into his lap. He started massaging her feet and calves, which elicited a soft moan from her.

“That feels amazing,” she said softly.

“Good. Okay, I’m ready. I think,” he whispered nervously. She put her now empty glass down and leaned closer to him.

“Baby I know that you’ve been wondering

Mmm, so here goes nothing”

“What is it?” she asked as she pushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen in his face.

“I… I love you. I’m fucking crazy about you. I just… I’m not great at these things but I needed to tell you. Like, I have to tell you this. Everything about you drives me fucking insane but I want it. I want… I want you,” he said, almost in a rush.

“In case you didn’t know

Baby I’m crazy bout you

And I would be lying if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long long time ago

In case you didn’t know”

She was absentmindedly stroking his hair and she stopped when she heard his confession.

“Pete,” she whispered.

He looked at her expectantly as he bit his lip.

“S-say something?”

She said nothing but in response, she leaned over and kissed him softly. She ran her hand through his hair as she kissed him and he was so taken aback that his arm stopped in midair before finally wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heart beat picking up pace and his beginning to match it. He moved to lay down on the couch, stretching out his legs but keeping a firm hold on her so that she didn’t fall off.

After a while, she came up for air and laid her head on his chest. He stroked her hair as he struggled to find the words.

“You’re… awfully quiet, love. Did I say something wrong?” Pete whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“Not at all, baby. In fact, I’m glad you said that. I… I love you too.”

Pete let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“The way you look tonight

That second glass of wine

That did it

There was something bout that kiss

Girl it did me in

Got me thinking

I’m thinking”

“I know. It’s just nice to hear the words. Especially when I don’t know how to say them and don’t say them all the time.”

“It’s okay, Pete. I know you have to keep up appearances but you know you can let down your guard with me. It’s okay,” she murmured.

“You’ve got all of me
 I belong to you
Yeah you’re my everything”

“I want to. I’m trying to, love. I… just don’t know how to.”

“Let me help you, then.” 

Pete looked at her with questioning eyes and all he got in response was a devilish grin. He moved his hands until they were resting on her hips and he looked up at her.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him slowly and passionately. Pete moaned and tightened his grip on her hips while she reached for his shirt to start unbuttoning it. Once she had it unbuttoned all the way, she spread her hands out across his broad torso and slid it off. Pete sat up to help take it off and then reached for the back of her dress. He fumbled with the zipper as he littered her neck and shoulders with kisses and small nibbles. She leaned away from him to finish taking off her dress and he stared at her with hungry eyes. She bit her lip as she held his gaze.

“Like what you see?” she murmured seductively.

“You have no idea,” he growled as he leaned over to kiss her, this time more roughly. He bit her lip, eliciting a moan from her which in turn, made him groan. He gripped the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair as he slid his tongue in her mouth and kissing her as roughly and hotly as he could. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders as she moaned louder this time. He took his free hand to hook her leg and pull it up around his waist.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, darling,” he groaned as he made his way down to her chest. He made quick work of her lacy bra and he began to kiss her heaving breasts while she moaned his name.

“Pete!” she cried out when she felt his teeth bite her breast. He kissed the spot then slowly started to lick her nipple while his other hand was squeezing and playing with her other breast. He grazed his teeth over one pert nipple while he pinched the other, making her squirm underneath him. He switched over as she continued to squirm under him.

Once he had had his fill, he came back up to kiss her again.

“Sit up,” Pete commanded. She did as she was told and she watched in anticipation. Pete pulled her closer to him so that she was on the edge of the couch and he spread her legs apart.

“Ooh. What are you planning, Mr. Dunne?” she wanted to know as she ran her hands through his now messy hair. Pete looked up and flashed her a wolfish grin.

“You’re about to find out, sweetheart,” was his reply as he made her matching lace boyshorts disappear.

“Eyes on me,” he said sharply. She kept her eyes on him as he took one callused hand and spread her lips apart and pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed it enough to make her moan his name and then he slid one finger inside her, making her gasp.

“Ahh,” she moaned. Pete slid his finger back out and then in quickly. He then added another finger, keeping the same pace.

“P-Pete…” she gasped out as she reached for his free hand. He obliged as he laced his fingers with hers, never taking his eyes off her or breaking his pace.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss her stomach and thighs as he kept working his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy. He bit the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, making her gasp and cry out.

“I… I want…” she said breathlessly. Pete glanced up at her and whispered,

“What do you want?” as he kept his languid pace. “Tell me.”

“I want… your mouth.”

“Where, sweetheart?”

“Where… where your fingers… are.”

“Oh? What’s the magic word, darling?” he murmured as he kissed slowly and ever closer to where his fingers were.

“Please!” she squeaked.

Pete stopped his fingering then. He bit her other thigh, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Okay. But first you gotta do something for me,” he said.

“Anything,” she told him.

“Kiss me.” She leaned down to kiss his lips; he then slid one wet finger in between her lips.

“Suck it clean,” he told her. She obliged happily, sucking his finger until it was dry. Once it was done, Pete took the other finger and slipped it into his mouth, watching her as he did so.

“You taste pretty good,” he remarked after he took his finger out of his mouth.

“Yea?” she said. She motioned for him to come closer. “Keep tasting,” she whispered as she brought his head closer to her outstretched legs.

Pete bit his lip and then put his head between her legs. He enthusiastically went to work, licking and sucking on her clit. He gripped her thighs to steady himself as he kept licking her.

“Ahh! Pete! Ohh, god, you feel amazing,” she moaned as gripped the back of his head. Pete slipped a finger back in and began working in tandem with his skilled tongue, making her buck her hips and writhe in pleasure on the couch. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she didn’t know how much more she could take.

Pete kept up this tandem for a little while, at least until he felt her tensing up.

“You’re not ready, now, are ya darling?” he whispered teasingly as he licked her wet thighs.


“You what?”


“Want what?” Pete asked as he kept fingering her, this time going a little faster. He nibbled on her thighs as she cried out. She arched her back as she felt her first climax rip through her.

“Ah, there we go,” he whispered against her leg. He slowly kissed his way back up her body, making sure to leave little bites here and there until he reached her mouth.

“Darling, you feel…” he kissed her. “… and taste amazing.”

“I want you… inside me,” she told him once she caught her breath.

“Oh, you do?”

She nodded. Pete looked at her coming apart as he contemplated this. He had been wanting this all night since she walked in wearing his favorite dress and he couldn’t keep himself from imagining tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless on the table, dinner be damned.

“How bad?” he whispered in her ear before nipping the earlobe.


Pete reached down between her legs to slip his fingers back in, which made her moan his name.

“Tell… me,” he said, punctuating his words with the movement of his fingers.

“Please fuck me!” she screamed out.

“Good girl.” Pete slid his fingers out of her and sat on the couch next to her. He ran his eyes over her, taking her in and a slow grin spread over his face. He bit his lip as he reached for his boxers, which he quickly slid off.

“You’re just now taking your boxers off?” she asked.

“Didn’t wanna rush.”

She reached over to take his hard cock in her hand and she slowly went up and down, making him moan a little. She watched his head fall back and his mouth open in short gasps as she moved her hand up and down.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he growled. She stopped long enough to adjust herself in his lap. He sat up and saw her in his lap and grinned.

“I suppose you want me to fuck you now?” he asked.

“Of course. Well, not yet,” she told him.

“Not yet? What do you mean?” he growled, gripping her hips.

“Got a condom?”

“Oh. Yea. Look in my pants down there,” he told her.

“You always keep a condom in your pants, Pete?” she asked as she got off his lap to get his pants. Her position made her ass a prime target and Pete bit his lip before delivering a sharp smack to her ass, making her cry out.


“To answer your question, yes. At least when you come around, I do. Got it yet?” he asked as he rubbed her thighs. She straightened up and turned back around, holding a shiny packet in between her fingers.

“Good. Come here,” he commanded as he roughly pulled her down to him. She settled on his lap as she handed the condom over to him. He ripped the packaging open with his teeth and pulled out the condom.

“Wait,” she whispered. Pete looked up at her.

“What is it?”

She held up a finger and adjusted herself so that she was dangerously close to the tip of his cock. She then took it in her hand and slid up against it so he was teasing her, drawing the moment out a little longer. Pete couldn’t tear his eyes away from her hands and gripped her hips with his own. He growled low in his throat and his jaw tensed as he watched her tease herself.

“If you don’t stop…” he warned.

“What are you gonna do?” she purred. He gripped her hips harder, making her stop. He slowly slid the condom that he was holding on to his cock and then pulled her closer.

“Kiss me,” he told her.

She kissed him as he began slowly sliding inside her. She gasped against his mouth and he chuckled under his breath.

“Mmph. You feel amazing,” he moaned.

“Pete…” she groaned as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He held her hips as he began a slow, steady pace, making sure she felt every… last… inch. Once he was completely inside her, he pulled out and then thrust back into her, making her cry out.

“That feels so fucking good, Pete,” she moaned. She began rocking her hips against him, matching his pace. She grinded against him and they kept this pace for a little while.

“Pete…” she moaned. He kissed her and then held her tighter as he began to pick up the pace, moving his hips a little faster. She matched the pace as she started to bounce up and down on him. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed as he went a little faster. He leaned in to kiss her neck and she could feel him panting against her neck.

“Ohh, god…” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamned good,” he replied.

“More,” she gasped and he picked up the pace even more.

After a bit, Pete moved them both so she was laying down on the couch.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her. She did so and slid her hands through his hair as he held her hips. He began to thrust in and out a little faster now while she arched her back to meet him.

“Mmm… such a pretty little neck,” he murmured as he reached down for it, bracing himself with the arm of the couch. He slowly grasped her neck and while he continued to thrust, he squeezed, making her gasp.

“P-Pete…” she said breathlessly.

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

“N…no.” Pete squeezed her throat just slightly harder as he kept thrusting in and out. She raked her nails down his back in response.

“More…” she moaned and he squeezed just hard enough for it to hurt in the best way as he picked up the pace. He then took his hand away from her throat, making her gasp and ran it down to her hip where he gripped it as he began a frenetic pace.

“Pete!” she screamed out as he pounded her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he felt his body tense up but he knew she had to come first, always. He wouldn’t deprive her of that pleasure and it was always so enticing to watch her beautiful face screw up as she orgasmed, usually loudly and without abandon. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and his name spill from her lips as she began to climax, raking her nails down his chest. He gripped her hips tightly as he gave one final thrust before his own orgasm overtook him.

He wanted to collapse but kept his grip on the arm of the couch so his weight wouldn’t crush her. He panted heavily before slowly sliding out of her slick, wet pussy. She gave a soft moan and a whimper, which drove him crazy.

“Pete…” she gasped. “Aah.”

“Yes, my love?” he panted.

“You… fuck.”

“Exactly,” he whispered before kissing her.

He laid back on the couch but not before pulling her to him so she was lying on his chest. He stroked her hair as they began to come back down from their high.

They were still for a while after that, the only noises being their soft yet ragged breathing.

“So does that answer your question?” Pete asked after a while. She looked up at him and replied,

“What question?”

“How much you mean to me,” he said softly before kissing the top of her head.

“Of course.”