For someone whose life has always been ruptured by the hostility of his past, all he wanted was tranquility in his home.
And he couldn’t even get that.
Not when a girl half his age would pester him around the cheap trailer park whenever he went out for fresh air or for anything else that required him to leave the house.
“What’cha doin’?” This, “Can I come?” That. You were basically like a puppy trailing after him, no matter what he was busy with. Leon wasn’t dumb. He knew you had a crush on him.
He was afraid someone might’ve believed that he was making you follow him around and spend time with an older man like him, but he’d never wanted anyone off his ass like he wanted you to give him some peace.
Well, at least that’s what everyone thinks.
Your secret affair began when he was fixing his pickup truck. He would sometimes allow you to kiss his cheek between breaks just to get you to shut up, but with time, those small pecks turned into more intimate kisses and later more than just kisses.
Maybe he wasn’t good with words, but what he lacked verbally, he made up for physically.
Tonight, Leon drove out of town to run some basic errands. Of course, you tagged along, because he had accepted the fact that you going wherever he went had become a routine.
“You didn’t buy the strawberries! Did you forget them?” You whined at him, resulting in Leon tutting and shaking his head.
“I already have strawberries at home, you don’t need more.”
“But they’re not fresh ones.”
Leon sighed with the furrow of his brow that followed. Did he have to explain everything to you?
“Kid, ripe or not, they’re strawberries. And I have them, alright? No more fussing, I like you better when you’re grinning stupid.”
“Fineee.. grinning, right. Only grinning? Or do you… like-like me?”
Oh, he knew where this was going. “I do like-like you, but don’t go around making a big deal out of it, alright doll?”
The corners of his lips turned up when he glanced at your grinning face while pulling over next to a corn field. Usually, when he pulled over, it meant that you could crawl into his lap safely.
Trailer homes had thin walls. As much as he’d love to fuck you against his cheap mattress, the consequence of what would happen after— including complaints— was an obvious dealbreaker to him.
The moment he felt your weight on his lap, his rough palms found your hips to hold you against him. His tongue sought after yours while he pushed your underwear aside under the flimsy and cheap cotton dress you were wearing.
“Already so wet for me? So pretty.”
He shuffled beneath you to open his belt and let his hard dick spring out of the jeans that were restricting him a minute ago. As much as you loved dry-humping and foreplay, he needed you now. And according to how wet your pussy looked to him, so did you.
His lips brushed against yours, mirroring the way his tip was rubbing against your soft cunt before you sank onto his length. Leon’s moans, along with yours, were harmonious and a clear sign of mutual satisfaction. At least you knew he tolerated you through moments like these.
“That’s it, dollface. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
One of his hands tugged your dress higher, letting you rock your hips against him. With every thrust, his soft-pink tip would hit your cervix repeatedly.
Leon lifted his free hand to deliver a loud spank, hard enough to sting until tomorrow, but not too painful either. Your reactions always fascinated him, because even with every spank he gave, you were still determined to ride his cock through the stinging sensation. He expected you at least to stop for a second to let the sharp burn pass, but you didn’t.
“You keep bouncing on my cock like that, and I might just cum if you keep it up, sugar pie.” His words immediately motivated you to hump him quicker, your fingers tracing over the exposed skin of his chest near his neckline.
“C’monnn- cum w’me-“ You babbled breathlessly right before he obliged to your wishes. Your walls clenched around his ejaculating dick, feeling every part of your womb getting filled up by his warm seed.
He kept you glued to him like this, just to keep you full of him for a while longer, rather than driving back home. It’s late, though. You should be home, but the content smile on your face reassured him that maybe you genuinely enjoyed his presence, even if he used to push you away constantly.
And for a moment longer, he just sat with you wrapped around him in the driver’s seat while crickets and windy crops filled the atmosphere around you.
The fan is loud. Hank’s snore is hot and steady on his ear. The warmth of Hank’s palm seeps into Connor’s stomach. He presses his back closer to Hank’s chest, sealing sleep damp skin to sleek cool chassis.
Connor slides his hand around the pillow and finds Hank’s. He brushes his fingers tentatively against the twitching digits, a subtle gesture, just to say hello, don’t be scared, it’s just me. He curls his fist up and slides it into Hank’s palm and the tired lieutenant squeezes around him.
The air is hot, despite the ever present chill of the Detroit air outside. Hank is a furnace. Every bit of him burns brighter with Connor around. The space between them, what little there is, simmers and sticks Hank to the curve of Connor’s ass. Connor rocks back, if only to see how much closer he can get. Hank’s snore catches. One. Two. Three. Then a puff of air pushes over Connor’s ear.
It smells like cigarettes. Stale and old, the musty dampness of breath.
Hi could you do a part 2 where Hela kidnaps the reader? The Avengers find the reader and Hela getting married or something like that? I really loved it. Please and thank you with Fenris in the wedding with a cute green bow.
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A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I’m really surprised that after so much time, I got a request for a second part to this fic, but I really hope that I did your idea justice. Enjoy~
WC: 3397
Rating: G
TW: None
If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d let Hela convince you into having an actual wedding.
When she’d mention that not even having rings and just saying that being married would be enough for her, you’d thought… well, that it would be enough. But you supposed that there was some little part of Hela, in the back of her mind, that had wanted, or perhaps expected due to her royal upbringing, that a wedding would eventually happen at some point.
It had been mostly wishful thinking, at first, you were almost certain. A stray comment here and there about how nice it would be to get dressed up and have a wedding, or a passing thought about what you or she might look like in gowns meant for a wedding.
You hadn’t really thought much of it all, until she’d finally turned to you while you were settling in for the night, reaching across the bed to take your hands in hers.
“Y/N… I know we said that… that we didn’t need anyone else to… to know that we’re married. That it would be just for us to know, and that I’d be okay with that… But I… I can’t stop thinking about what a real wedding would be like.”
You’d nodded along slowly with her, but hadn’t said anything, knowing she likely had more to add.
“And it doesn’t really have to be anything big. It can just be you and me and Fenris. Although we’d have to have someone to officiate the ceremony, as it were. Witnesses are… well, I think we could manage without them, given that we were considering ourselves married anyway with no sort of pretense or formal propriety whatsoever, but-”
“Okay.”
“I really think that this would just be a fun thing to do together, and-”
“Hela.”
“I won’t be mad at you if you say no. I know we said we didn’t need anything like this, I just-”
“Hela.”
Hela had finally seemed to notice that you were speaking then, and she’d stopped mid-sentence, blinking at you in slight surprise.
“We’ll do it.”
You’d been almost certain she hadn’t believed you, with the look she’d given you then. “…yeah?”
And you’d smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”
Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been difficult for Hela to convince you into having a wedding, but it was daunting to think about, now that you were actually faced with the event.
To be fair, Hela had done most of the hard work. She’d sought out someone in the village that could serve as an officiant for the wedding, and she’d commissioned simple wedding bands to be made for the two of you, and had found someone to (very secretively) make a gown for each of you for the ceremony, but there was still a part of you that found the whole thing anxiety-inducing.
Or perhaps the real problem was that things were simply going differently than you’d always thought that they would. Growing up, you’d imagined a ceremony with a bunch of family and friends, and a big extravagant party with far too much alcohol and terrible dancing. Instead you had been kidnapped a wooed by a literal princess, swept off your feet, and were now in the middle of planning an intimate affair to seal the deal legally. Two very different concepts that your mind kept warring against each other.
Your nerves didn’t settle in any way until the morning of the ceremony, when you finally got to see the gown Hela had had made for you. It was long and flowing, and your favorite color. It fit in all the right places, and cascaded around you in the most beautiful waterfall of fabric, and it was so perfectly and entirely you that you had to smile. Hela paid attention. She knew what you liked, knew what made you feel comfortable and happy.
And that, you wagered, was the true meaning behind all of this. A small way for Hela to prove that, no matter what, she was always going to be on your side. Even if the start of your relationship had been rocky and awkward and strange.
And you loved her all the more for it.
So you set aside all of your hesitant reservations, and dressed yourself in the gown, and waited for Fenris to come back into the cabin to escort you outside to where Hela would be waiting for you.
You didn’t have to wait very long.
No sooner had you finished checking your reflection in the mirror did you hear the sound of Fenris padding into the room, and you poked your head out, grinning when you saw that an emerald green bowtie had been fixed around her neck.
“Don’t you just look adorable,” you cooed, hands already outstretched to scratch her face as you walked over to her. “Yeah… You’re my best girl, aren’t you? My very best girl! Yes, you are.” You scratched her for as long as she’d let you, and you thought she likely would have let you for a solid half hour, if there hadn’t been more pressing matters that had left her drawing back after only a minute, snuffing out a short breath as she gestured her head toward the door.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” You beamed as you walked over to the door, Fenris at your side. “Tell me, Fen, is she breathtaking? Am I going to cry? I’m probably going to cry.”
Fenris only snorted in response, and nudged her nose against your cheek, and you smiled even more, nuzzling her gently before pulling away. “Okay. Let’s go get married, I guess.”
With one final deep breath, you straightened, and stepped out into the garden.
And subsequently froze where you stood, jaw dropping at the sight before you.
“Y/N! We’ve been looking for you for eighteen months!”
All you could do was blink dumbly as Loki ran to you, embracing you so hard that for a moment you thought they’d knocked the wind out of.
“Are you alright? Has she done anything to you? Spells, enchantments? Poison?”
For a long moment, you simply couldn’t comprehend why Loki was so distressed and fussy over you. And then you remembered. You had very much been kidnapped without so much as a note or anything to let them know that Hela had you, and-
Hela.
You drew back from Loki so that you could see where Hela was, and you found her very awkwardly being held by Thor, who was pressing Stormbreaker against the side of her face akin to the way one would hold someone at knifepoint.
And for what it was worth, she did look absolutely breathtaking, in a gown of emerald velvet (that matched Fenris’ bow), that fit her like a perfectly-tailored glove.
It was just that at the moment, you were a little concerned that that gown would soon be blood-soaked, and that scared you more than anything else.
“…what are you…? How did you find me?” you finally managed, tearing your gaze from Hela only after she’d given you a slight nod to let you know that she was okay. You hesitated for a moment before adding, “…please don’t hurt her.”
“It… We… Don’t hurt her? I’m sorry, did you just ask us not to hurt our bloodthirsty sister who kidnapped you in some thinly-veiled attempt to get me and Loki together in one place so she could kill us? Which, by the way, isn’t going to work.”
You could see Hela fighting the urge to hold her head in her hands, while you lost against the urge to face-palm.
“Looks like it actually did, you oaf,” Hela taunted, which definitely did not help her case, as Thor shifted his grip on Stormbreaker a little. “Anyway, I didn’t do any of that to lure you here into some sort of trap.”
You could see the skepticism plainly on both of her siblings’ faces as they considered that.
“A likely story,” Thor finally said after some time, and you wanted to laugh a little. It was good to see that Thor was still… well, Thor.
“It’s true, if you’d just let Hela go and give us a moment to explain what’s going on, maybe you’d find it in you to believe us,” you insisted, crossing the garden so that you could go to Hela, who was still being held tightly by Thor.
“Look, space nerds, maybe we should let Y/N talk.”
You jolted at the sound of Tony’s voice, having not realized that he was also there, and you turned around to see not only him, but Nat, Steve, and Bruce, as well.
“…how did you all get here? What’s going on?”
Nat huffed out a laugh. “How about you talk first, then we’ll talk. Deal?”
That seemed fair enough to you, so you nodded once. “Deal. But you let Hela go.” You turned back to look at Thor. “Please?”
He still seemed wary at the idea, but after a tense stare-off he finally heaved a sigh and let Stormbreaker drop to the side. In seconds, Hela was close to you, pressing her forehead to yours and cupping your face gently.
“Darling, are you alright?” she murmured, voice hardly above a whisper.
“Yes, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, we need answers. Spill.”
It seemed Tony was still very much Tony, as well.
You looked back at Hela, eyebrows raised in a silent question of who should do the explaining, but at Hela’s hesitant glance at her siblings, who were still close enough to grab her if necessary, you nodded, taking her hand in yours before facing the group.
“Long story short, Hela wanted to court me, so she did and we’re in love, and now we’re getting married.”
“Trying to,” Hela grumbled under her breath, and you squeezed her hand gently to remind her to stay calm.
The entire group blinked in you at response.
And then all began to speak over each other.
“Court you?!”
“I’m sorry, I’m really confused here.”
“Isn’t she really deadly?”
Unable to take it anymore, you took a step forward, raising your voice to be heard over everyone else. “SHUT IT.”
That did the job, and everyone looked back at you, and it was silent for a long moment before Tony finally spoke again.
“Care to make that short story a little longer?”
You winced, already knowing how it was going to sound to everyone once you explained it.
Eventually, you nodded again, pressing your lips together while you tried to decide how to word what you wanted to say without making Hela sound absolutely insane.
“Hela brought me here because she wanted to court me,” seemed like a good place to start, but apparently wasn’t enough for the group as they shared a concerned glance.
“Like… kidnapped you and brought you here?” Bruce asked, looking bewildered, and a little frightened.
“…if you want to be technical about it, sure,” you mumbled, though you knew they could hear you.
“And you just… went along with it?” The incredulity in Steve’s voice stung for some reason you couldn’t quite place.
“I mean, I woke up on a strange planet without anyone or anything to save me, and no way to contact you lot, what was I supposed to do?”
You had a point, and the expressions of the Avengers showed as much. When they didn’t say anything further, you decided to continue.
“Anyways, Hela told me what her plans were, and… I admit, at first, I was extremely alarmed and very confused about what was happening and why it was, but…” You looked at Hela, face softening into a gentle smile. “But then I got to know Hela, and… we really hit it off, and one thing led to another and… well, here we are.” You shrugged a shoulder as you looked back at the group, who were wearing expressions that ranged from confusion to disbelief to mildly interested consideration.
“So, she pulled a Beauty and the Beast on you, essentially?” Nat asked after a pregnant silence.
You laughed. “That’s exactly what I said!”
“I still don’t know what that means,” Hela pitched in from your side, and you couldn’t help but to shake your head fondly. “Can someone please explain that to me?”
“It’s a movie about a beast that keeps a girl in his castle because he wanted to keep her father there, but she took his place, and then over time they fell in love, and it turned out the beast was only a beast because of a curse, and when they fell in love, it broke, and he turned back into human, and why am I explaining the plot of a Disney film to a grown woman who never left her teenage emo phase?”
That only made Hela’s brow furrow even more, and you rolled your eyes.
“The point is, Hela, not to judge a book by its cover.”
Hela nodded slowly. “You mean like how my siblings tried to kill me without even trying to get know me or why I was doing what I was doing?”
You pursed your lips together, eyes going wide as you looked between Hela and her siblings, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a fight.
Thor raised a finger, opening his mouth to argue, but whatever he was going to say seemed to die on his tongue.
“I hate to admit it, brother, but I think she’s right,” Loki admitted, looking as sheepish as you imagined Loki could. “Maybe we should have had a nice chat with her over tea before jumping straight to killing her and Asgard alongside her.”
Thor dropped his finger and sighed heavily, passing Stormbreaker between hands in what looked like a somewhat regretful, embarrassed gesture. “…I suppose you’re right.”
He reached over, then, to put a hand on Hela’s shoulder, with enough force that she actually jolted a bit, amusing you to no end.
“Sister, I’m sorry that I never took the time to listen to you, or to hear your side of the story.”
“And I’m sorry that I agreed with him,” Loki added, which earned them a grumpy glare from Thor. “We should have talked to you. Gotten to know you. You’re our sister, after all.”
Hela said nothing, but eventually gave a single nod, and Thor and Loki each did the same. You figured that was the best you were going to get; of the three of them, only Thor was truly keen on hugging things out, so a pat on the back and an understanding nod would be the extent of patching things between them.
“…not that this family trauma therapy circle isn’t absolutely blowing my mind, but… are we… done here?” Tony asked, ever impatient-to-a-fault.
It earned him an elbow in the side from both Steve and Nat.
“Actually…” you started, looking between everyone in the group. “…I’d like it very much if you could stay for the ceremony. We didn’t really have witnesses, anyway. Hela, are you ready?”
You looked over to her, squeezing her hand gently as she smiled at you. “I’ve been ready all day. This lot’s who ruined.”
You huffed out a laugh, looking around the garden with your brow furrowed. “Um… Where did the…?”
As if on cue, the person you assumed was officiating the wedding popped his head out from behind a tree on the far side of the cottage. “Right here. My apologies, I didn’t want to, ah… get in the way of…” He gestured his hand in the vague direction of everyone standing there. “…that…”
Everyone laughed at that, seeming to finally relax after the intensity of the last few minutes, and you watched as all of your friends gathered themselves together off to the side so they could watch. It made your heart warm, to know that your friends accepted what had happened and didn’t seem to care about the strange circumstances.
By the time you looked back at Hela, she was already looking at you, holding both of your hands as she smiled softly down at you. “You really do look stunning, Y/N. That dress looks perfect on you.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, you know,” you teased, and then fell silent as the officiant began to speak.
The entire ceremony felt like it went by in mere seconds. All you could focus on, all you could see and feel and want was Hela, looking back at you with more love in her eyes than you could bear, and before you knew it, you were stumbling your way through the marriage vows, and exchanging the rings Hela had had made.
They were gold and simple and beautiful, and it felt like the purest form of magic was forming between the two of you as you each carefully slipped the rings on each other’s fingers.
And then you were told you could kiss each other, and your breath caught in your throat as Hela cupped your face with a gentleness expressly reserved for you, drawing you close so that she could press a lingering kiss to your lips that felt like coming home and starting on an adventure all at once, and you never wanted that feeling to end.
You hoped that it didn’t.
As you separated, you could hear the entirety of your friends applauding and cheering, the loudest being Thor, which somehow did and didn’t surprise you. But it made you feel whole. The next moment, Fenris had come up to you, with so much force that it nearly knocked the both of you over as you laughed and scratched behind her ears and under her chin.
Once the officiant deemed the ceremony officially over, you both thanked him as he took his leave, and you couldn’t stop smiling as Hela turned back to you, lifting your hand so she could press a kiss to the back of it.
“What a day, huh?”
“Mm.” You leaned into her as she wrapped her arms around you, and you couldn’t resist going for another kiss, desperate to get lost in her again.
It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that you realized you very much still had an audience.
You turned back to look at the Avengers, all of whom were smiling as they came up to you and Hela, each of them talking over each other as they congratulated you and Hela and apologized for coming in gun’s ablaze and ready to start a fight.
It was chaotic and loud, but it was familiar, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a pang of homesickness.
“We’d love to have you come back home, you know. Even if it’s just for a visit,” Loki insisted after conversation had died down to a murmur between everyone else.
“…Hela’s home is here. And I don’t want to take her away from that. And it’s just as much mine now, too, anyway.”
“I understand.” Despite their honesty, you could hear the sadness on the edge of Loki’s tone.
“This won’t be the last time you see me. Or her.” You nodded in the direction of Hela, who was actually having a civil conversation with Thor while he showed off his axe to her. “I’ll talk her into a visit. I’m sure I can persuade her.”
Loki made a face. “Ew, I don’t want to hear about what you do with my sister.”
You rolled your eyes and shoved their shoulder, but couldn’t stop grinning regardless.
Eventually, the group decided it was time to go back home and explain everything that happened, and the time came to bid goodbye to all of your friends, which proved harder to do than you expected, and as you stood watching their ship take off, you couldn’t help but to feel sad, watching them go.
“You could have gone back with them, you know.”
You looked up at Hela, who had her arms settled around your waist as she watched the sky, and shook your head.
“You’re my home now. You have been for a while now. And we can always go visit them later.” You grinned a bit. “I want you all to myself now.”
Hela smirked. “Oh, is that so? Shall we… head inside then?”
You beamed, leaning up to kiss her gently. “I thought you’d never ask.”
this might be the wrong blog to ask but… any advice if someone wanted to start a x reader blog of their own? asking… for a friend…
Not the wrong blog at all!
I started this account on my own in the summer of 2018 because I just got tired of seeing only romantic imagines involving Loki, and as a demisexual lesbian who just thinks Loki's neat... that was Not it for me.
So I started simple, with, like, one sentence imagine scenarios, and then people started getting interested enough that they would send in requests, and I then graduated to like... imagine lists, if you know what I'm talking about? I still use that layout from time to time, but mostly I now do small oneshot requests to fill prompts.
It's totally up to you and your comfort level with writing and with writing the specific character. I say there's not really any rules or anything like. Maybe just... write the content that you're looking for? And then go from there. And your audience will find you and follow you.
There's also never any shame in taking breaks from writing and only doing one or two requests a week or so. Trust me, filling five to ten requests a day that summer left me soooo burnt out, so I had to learn how to dial it back and write and not want to hate the character I was writing for.
All of that just to say... GO FOR IT!
If it's something you want to do, and something that you think would make you happy, go for it. And then if people come along and join the party, then that's great, too. But don't do it just to make others happy. Do it because you love it. Everything else that comes after is just... confetti.
I hope this helped ease your nerves a little! You can send an ask any time, as long as the box is open!
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Sewis Groundhog Day Au!!
Lewis keeps waking up on the Sunday of the Belgian GP 2021. He has no idea why or how to break through the loop. So he just relives the day over and over again. Sometimes he takes it all serious, sometimes he doesn't and sometimes he's a dick to everyone simply because he can and no one will remember anyway.
It takes him a while to figure out why he keeps reliving the same day over and over again. But how can he break his curse?
(There is one scene in which Lewis decides to end the day early which is mentioned but not described in detail, that's why there's a trigger warning.)
Thanks to @verstappened for beta reading this!! 💜💜
A/N: Sorry this is up late as well. Been a crazy past two days. This is day eleven for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge
The holidays were always a busy time of year, especially for hunters. People would go out and make the choice to buy items from thrift shops, getting their hands on cursed objects. You and the boys saved so many people within the past few months that you couldn’t count it on your hands alone.
But it never felt like the holidays to you until you were slaving away in the kitchen.
At first, celebrating Christmas for the boys was just cheap gas station gifts wrapped in newspaper.
Until you came.
Their Christmas upgraded to an extra person to buy for, a day to relax, and a day to eat home cooked food.
Usually Dean would be the one to cook if it wasn’t fast food, but Christmas was yours.
You were cooking away in the kitchen working on dumplings. Flour was piled onto the counter like snow as you rolled various thicknesses, cutting then with a pizza cutter. You’d gather each one and dump them into the pot with the chicken.
The kitchen smelled of cookies, fudge, mashed potatoes, and more.
The boys woke to the delicious smells and their presents on the library table. Your gifts to them stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the newspaper and brown bag wrapped ones.
Sam smiled to his brother as he opened his skin mags and shaving cream. When he opened the gift from you he found a journal and a new audio book on one of his favorite murderers.
Dean found candy, motor oil, a massage candle, and a recipe book you caught him goggling one day. He couldn’t help but smirk as he stared at the candle in his hand, knowing exactly what was to come later that day. The metal made a small clank as he set it back to the table, heading towards the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you.
“Good morning.”
You smiled as you felt your boyfriend hug you to him, “Merry Christmas. Did you two already open presents?”
“Yeah,” Dean husked out in a small chuckle. “I don’t know what to look forward to most. The food or the sex.”
You blushed at his forwardness and glanced back at him.
Dean flashed you his smirk that would make you melt instantly before pressing a small kiss to the back of your neck.
Sam entered the room, clearing his throat slightly. He had been used to the PDA but sometimes it just got unbearable when he walked into the room full of sexual tension. “It smells good in here.”
You flashed the younger Winchester a warm smile, “Well thank you. I’ve been doing this since this morning. It should be done soon so we can all eat.”
“Thank you for doing all of this. We really appreciate it.”
“It’s nothing Sam. Besides, it’s nice to take a day to ourselves and enjoy something. While I don’t mind hunting, I do often miss Christmas and Thanksgiving. But thankfully we can celebrate one where we can all enjoy a family recipe of dumplings.”
“Best dumplings I’ve ever had, Baby,” Dean said with a giant grin.
