#this took me so long my neck is in Shambles

[samipekoe]

commissionnn

#ibuki mioda #dangan ronpa #this took me so long my neck is in Shambles #this is the first time i draw a DR character. my graduation day #wont post it to twoter yet bc theres another comm i wanna finish and post them together

[a-hazbin-reader]

THIS WAS MY BAD I FUCKED UP ANON I'M SORRY

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Brief mention of Y/N not having control over her own life

Description: 👆⬆️

It took a lot for Alastor to be nervous about something, like A LOT

He wasn't nervous to start his radio show, he wasn't scared to sing in front of a crowd or dance with a stranger

But meeting your father has his mind in shambles, he's never been so nervous in his entire life

Every negative quality he can think of is coming to the forefront of his mind and making a home there

Not even asking you out made him feel this anxious

Okay so that was a fucking lie

He's heard all about your father from you, knows how close the two of you are-now he knows how you felt meeting his mother

Your father made you the woman you are today, and all of your best qualities were apparently cultivated by your father, according to you anyways

But he plays it cool when you ask him to meet your father, giving you a charming smile and confident response

"It's about time you asked me that, my dear~"

Hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck so that you don't see the panic in his eyes

Pretends like he's not worried about it whenever you bring it up but as his S/O you pick up on his mannerisms

He's often distracted, getting lost in his own thoughts, doesn't hear what you're saying, messing up food he normally makes with ease

It's different for him, to him meeting your father makes the possibility of losing you feel more real

If your father doesn't approve of him then not only would you be disappointed but he could keep you from seeing Alastor

And nobody would question it, nobody would ask what YOU want, a girl's father knows what best for her

Then you two would have to elope which wouldn't be the worst thing but you deserve more-

"Alastor..? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, turning to give you a reassuring smile and kissing your forehead

"Of course, my dear~! What sort of a man would I be if I was too scared to face your father?"

Oh, he's scared of making a bad impression

He leans into your touch as you place soft hands over his cheeks, smiling at him in a way that makes him feel childish for being nervous

"Oh darling, you have nothing to worry about...I'll protect you~"

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious! He will love you, you're very hard not to love~"

Your gentle embrace on his arm keeps him grounded throughout the entire walk to see your father

Maybe he nuzzles your head to give you affection, or maybe he does it because your scent relaxes him

Alastor is hilariously stiff when you two enter the restaurant, tensing up as you approach your father

He's handsome for a man his age but the way he carries himself with kindness and pride reminds Alastor of you

The old man's eyes light up and happiness envelopes his features as he takes notice of you, standing to meet you

The love between you and your father is painfully obvious, this here is a man who would die to protect his daughter

Something he and Alastor have in common

Then suddenly, a switch flips in him once you go to hug your father, no longer is he your nervous boyfriend

"Papa, this is the man I've been telling you about, this is Al-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sir! Quite a pleasure! Might I just say you've raised an exceptional young woman!"

This is Alastor, the charming radio host who is utterly mesmerizing and able to talk his way out of any situation

The Alastor that originally caught your attention and kept it long enough for you to fall for him

He spends the entire lunch charming your father, laying out all his best qualities in the hopes that he's making a good impression

And he definitely is, or at least he seems to be

"Oh Y/N, you didn't tell me that he would be such a gentleman! Wherever did you find him?"

Oh Papa you don't want to know

"Oh you know...we just bumped into each other-"

"She immediately had my heart in her pocket from the first moment we met! I was wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it until it was too late!"

Now you're blushing, Alastor's words, along with him pulling you into a loving hug, making you feel flustered

He may have been busy trying to impress your father, but he didn't forget who he was doing it for, making sure to pay attention to you

He couldn't ignore you even if he tried, kissing your cheek whenever you boasted about him or squeezing your hand when your father embarrassed you

Which he did, your father couldn't help but brag about his darling daughter and every good deed she ever did

All of Alastor's earliest worries are gone, now understanding that your father isn't the type of man to rule over his daughter

Rather the kind to build her up and encourage her to be her own person, loving her for her strengths instead of smothering them

Which makes Alastor respect the man even more than he already did

At one point you leave the table to use the restroom, leaving the two men alone with each other

The mood shifts a little bit, your father suddenly serious and doubtful as he looks Alastor over

"Just what are your intentions with my daughter? She's not the kind of woman who you can just toy with until the next one comes along. My Y/N is too good for a playboy."

Oh, so now it's a serious talk, that's fine, Alastor came here for a serious reason anyways

"I'm no boy, and I don't plan on playing with your daughter's heart, I meant what I said earlier. In fact, I wanted to meet you so that I could ask your permission to not only continue seeing her but to marry her."

Apparently, he said the right thing because your father's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before the warmth flooded back into them

The old man relaxed into his seat and simply nodded at Alastor as you came back, the two men coming to an understanding

The atmosphere at the table becomes much more casual after that, your father and Alastor talking and joking like old friends

It warms your heart to see your boys getting along so well, leaning on Alastor happily

He smiles and rubs noses with you for a moment before going back to the conversation, something that leaves you flustered

And apparently, it makes your father blush too, finding the two of you to be a cute couple

The love you both have for each other radiates more than any sort of PDA would

Your father thinks that Alastor wouldn't be the worst son in law to have, he's charming, hardworking, obviously loves you

Why he's nearly perfect but there's something about him that makes your father think he's dangerous

And maybe he is but as long as Alastor keeps his daughter safe and happy then what does he care?

It's your life after all

Later, when you all get up to leave, your father ignores Alastor's offer of a handshake in favor of hugging him

"If you marry her, then you best not ever leave her, not even in death."

"Not only will I never leave her, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy~"

"Good man, welcome to the family.."

You give your father a loving hug, and he whispers his approval to you, making you tear up and kiss his cheek

Alastor is a little concerned when he sees your glassy eyes but you kiss him happily before he can even ask what's wrong

Presses his forehead to yours once you two finally stop kissing, both of you panting softly

Your smile is so breathtaking, he almost doesn't even hear what you're saying because he's so mesmerized

"I told you that he would love you~"

GAHHHH SORRY THIS TOOK ALL DAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

I HAD IT THEN DELETED IT AND HAD TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑 𖥔

summary ; eddie needs you and he needs you now.

pairing ; eddie munson × girlfriend!reader

notes ; nsfw, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, kinda public but not really, fingering. let me know if i forgot anything !

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

when it came to you, eddie was needy – much like you were with him.  

it didn’t take a whole lot to set you off, and the second that something stirred in the pit of your stomachs, you needed the other to relieve it. you craved eddie’s touch just as much as he craves yours, so much so that you had almost created your own language for when you needed attention.  

eddie knew what it meant the second your bottom lip would jut forward slightly, big puppy dog eyes staring back at him and he would have to pretend like he wasn’t already imagining himself being buried deep inside you. that he wasn’t thinking about the way you looked down on your knees or with your skirt hitched up, ready for him to devour you.  

sometimes you would be in the most inconvenient of places and feel his hand firmly grasp your ass, or slip under your shirt, and his lips would immediately be drawn to your neck. it was his way of telling you that he was in the mood.

though, you wouldn’t give in to him all the time, and mostly you enjoyed watching him squirm as you tell him just how badly you were needing him, showing him a little more skin or subtly flashing him, and movie night with steve and robin was no exception to this.  

it took all but two seconds of eddie seeing the glint in your eye as you entered his trailer for him to know that he was already a goner. even more so when you waste no time in pressing your lips to his, your body leaning into him and almost knocking him off his feet. had steve and robin not already been there, you would’ve dragged him to his room before he could say a word.  

“well, hello to you too,” his words are muffled against the fruity softness of your lips and he kicks the door shut behind you. his hands reach to caress either side of your head, and he pulls away only long enough to smile at you, lips quirking up at the corners, “how’s my girl?” 

you draw in your bottom lip, attention wavering to steve and robin sitting on the floor not far behind him as they try to throw popcorn into the other’s mouth, “let’s just say... i don’t think i can wait an entire movie for us to be alone.” 

you hadn't seen eddie for a couple of days and the heat between your legs was only growing with every second that he wasn’t inside you. the moisture had started to gather just from the mere sight of him and it wouldn’t be long until it became unbearable.  

a sharp breath is all that leaves him, and he leans forward, “does the castle need conquering?” 

“the castle is seconds away from falling to shambles,” you pull him even closer, pressing another kiss to his lips. 

a thoughtful expression etches itself on eddie’s face, the gears turning in his head, and it takes every ounce of self-control for him not to come up with some excuse to get rid of steve and robin. but he couldn’t do that – no – they had been talking for weeks about how excited they were to watch the new scary movie that had come into the store.  

“okay, lovebirds, get a room,” robin sneers, curling her upper lip with disgust at you both. “or better yet, let’s start the movie.” 

eddie offers you his hand, a roguish grin on his face, but before he can pull you toward the sofa, you lean in close and whisper, “just so you know, i'm not wearing any underwear.” 

“holy fuck,” he exhales, eyes blown wide as his mind is instantly flooded with the idea of you wearing nothing underneath your skirt – taunting him to know that he had such easy access to your sweet spot and all he had to do was take it.  

for almost an hour, he tries to deflect his attention, tries to think of anything else, but even after steve had put the movie on and robin had turned off the lights, all he could think about was you and the way you felt wrapped around him.  

he sits on the end of the sofa with you leaning into him, your head perched just beneath his chin and a thin blanket you had stolen from his room covering your body. steve and robin had opted to sit on the floor, the two of them practically inseparable as their eyes remain trained on the screen. you weren’t even entirely sure what was happening in the movie, other than some guy running around with a mask trying to kill people, because, like eddie, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either.  

then, as if he had read your mind, his hand that had been wrapped around you, resting across your chest, slowly inches beneath the blanket to slip under your shirt, cupping your breast. you exhale, making sure steve and robin wouldn’t notice, before looking up at eddie as he adorns a devilish grin now.  

“apparently your underwear wasn’t the only thing you forget to wear tonight,” he whispers into your ear, referring to your lack of a bra, at the same time his thumb rolls over your nipple until its taunt. “just be quiet for me, okay?” 

you nod rapidly, already desperate and aching for him, and he slowly starts to inch his hand further down your body. you quietly spread your legs open enough for his hand to fit between your thighs without drawing any attention to yourself, making it seem like you were just getting comfortable.  

with steady movements, his fingers trail down to the band of your skirt, grasping at the thin material and pulling it up your thighs without trying to move the blanket. you stare up at him through your lashes, brows arching with anticipation, waiting for him to finally touch your sweet spot, when robin pops up from the floor to press pause on the movie. 

you had never seen eddie move as fast as he does to remove his hand from your core, thankfully going unnoticed as your chest races from the adrenaline. he presses his lips to the back of your head, though you know he’s just trying to cover up his laughter from almost getting caught.  

“do you guys wanna order the pizza now?” robin asks, unbeknownst to what had been going on right under their noses.  

steve is the first to nod, his hair flopping as he does, “i could go for pizza.” 

“yeah, we could – we could go for pizza,” you say, breathless and shaky as you do causing eddie to chuckle from behind you.  

robin takes it upon herself to call up the restaurant and place the order for delivery while eddie jumps up with a stiffness to his steps that only you seemed to pick up on, “the pizza is on me, just let me find my wallet.” 

he heads to his room, leaving you alone and vulnerable as you try to pull your skirt back down without making it obvious, ultimately pretending you were just fixing the blanket. though, the attention is diverted when eddie returns seconds later with empty hands.  

“i can’t find my wallet. you haven’t seen it, have you?” he makes haste of searching around the coffee table and couch for it but to no avail, even robin and steve join in the search, neither of them wanting to pay for the pizza if they didn’t have to.  

“did you check your room properly? you’re always losing stuff in there,” you shake your head, knowing that the likeliness of him losing it amongst his clothes and dnd stuff was far more likely than you cared to admit. he nods, sheepishly, lifting his shoulders into a shrug, and an exasperated sigh leaves your lips, “you two keep searching, we’ll be right back. c’mon dumb dumb, we’re gonna search your room.” 

grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pull eddie back to his room, where everything looked normal and unturned. as if he hadn’t even bothered to look for his wallet. and that’s when you see it... his wallet... sitting on his dresser as clear as day. it’s then that you realize it was all just a ploy to get you alone and it worked.  

turning to eddie, you see that he’s already closed the door, a proud smirk plastered on his lips as he traipses across the room to meet you, “we have about three minutes before they start to wonder what’s taking us so long.” 

“then stop wasting time,” you raise a curious brow as he slowly lifts you onto the dresser. his lips barely an inch away from your own.  

he immediately takes your lips in a heated kiss, breathy and full of want, as his hands run along your body. one of yours gets tangled in his curls as the other glides down his torso and between his legs, much to his surprise. your hand is greeted with an aching erection.  

the touch causes him to jut and he moans against your lips as your fingers begin to get to work, grasping and caressing his dick. his breathing is uneven, hot, and heavy against your face. his hands are quick to assist in unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down for his length to spring up, hitting you where you needed him the most.  

your fingers begin to grow sticky the wetter his tip gets from your touch, and you steal a glance from him. his jaw is tensed, eyes almost closed, hazy with desire, and he groans your name lowly. he connects his lips with your neck, biting, sucking down on your skin, as he hitches your skirt up to reveal your cunt. so pretty and moist – just the way he liked it.  

wrapping your legs around him, prompting him to line himself up against you, he slowly glides himself up and down before entering your needy little hole. you can’t help but gasp at his thickness and it gets harder and harder to control your breathing when he’s working you open, his teeth leaving marks of sweet pain over your tender skin.  

deciding that he’s moving too slowly, you clasp your thighs harder around him, pushing him to fill you entirely. you have to throw your head into his neck to stop yourself from crying out, teeth clamping down on his skin while he waits a beat for you to adjust to his considerable size. and then he starts to move, slowly growing faster. his pace is rough and reckless – someone missed you.  

you know you don’t have time to savor the pleasure, you needed to get to work before steve or robin came barging in. you start to push back against his rhythm, squeezing him until you feel his legs start to give way. he’s close.  

his thrusts are fast, hard, making your body shake. he’s giving you all he’s got. 

“y/n... you first... cum for me,” he whispers in your ear.  

it only takes two more thrust for a wave of warmth to shower over you as he keeps pounding you through your orgasm. his arms tighten around you as his hips gyrate, pushing himself as deep as he can before filling your hole with his secretion.  

“fuck, eds,” you cry out, though it’s muffled by his hand as he slowly pulls out of you, watching as his liquids spill from you and into a puddle on the dresser.  

gently he helps clean you up and step back on the floor, pulling a pair of sweatpants from his drawer. kissing your trembling thighs, he removes your skirt and helps you slip on the pants.  

“we should probably get back,” he snickers, offering you his hand and grabbing his wallet with the other.  

as you exit the room, robin and steve seemed to have given up the search for eddie’s missing wallet. both of them laying on the floor throwing a ball to one another.  

“did you find it?” steve asks as the two of you approach, and you snatch it from eddie’s hand to show that you did.  

“i told him he just wasn’t looking well enough. found it in his dresser,” you faux roll your eyes and return to your seat on the couch with eddie.  

robin eyes you up and down, “i take it you also found them in his dresser.” she points to the grey sweatpants you now adorned. 

you open your mouth to answer at the same time the doorbell rings, saving you from the question. eddie simply tosses his wallet to steve and he and robin answer the door. when you look back to eddie, he has an all too familiar look in his eyes and you know that your night is far from over.  

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #eddie munson ᰔ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

[thepepsislvt]

Hello! May I request for more HCs of Kid and Killer being in a polycule with gn!reader? I love how you write them!!! It's fun reading your work, you got me liking the idea of being in a polycule with Kid and Killer lol. Thank you and have a nice day/night!

I did it finally! im sorry it took so long i was sick for the past week and a half

but here it is!

Warnings: Cursing, Kid

okay so heres how the bed sharing works

Kid sleeps all sprawled out on his back (snoring so loud)

he takes like 76% of the bed

Killer takes like 18% of the bed cause he sleeps on his side

that other 6% is yours and you gotta figure out how to sleep comfortably on top of Kid

its rlly hard since hes either fighting god in his sleep or snoring so damn loud in your ear

Killer doesnt snore he just breathes really loudly

Kid literally hates when you leave the bed for literally anything

queue to you having to literally body slam Kid back into the bed just to get him to shut up and stop yelling at you

anyway so to avoid that happening again you have to walk to his snoring pattern

imagine trying to go to the bathroom and his snoring stops for like half a second

mini heart attack

When Kid gets sick

oh my fucking god

this man is insufferable

will complain about EVERYTHING

“i cant BREATHE”

“my neck hurts”

“i DONT WANNA TAKE THE MEDICINE IT TASTES LIKE SHIT”

this man will not shut up unless hes alseep

he doesnt do anything in the period hes sick

he gets better in 2-3 days easily but god those 2-3 days are the worst

When Killer is sick Kid acts like hes gonna die

Killer will still do his duties but with lots of breaks to rest

Kid constantly tells him to rest more and the rest of the crew will do his duties

Killer once listened and when he came back the Victoria Punk was in shambles

he’s not doing that again he just takes more breaks

he blows his nose so much and Kid always goes “eewww”

mf acts like he don’t cough up mucus all the time when he’s sick

Killer is usually better in 3-5 days

When you get sick Killer constantly checks up on you and makes sure you don’t push yourself

Kid will just down right avoid you

“you ain’t getting me sick with your damn virus”

Kid makes you sleep in a different room

it’s okay Killer sleeps with you anyway

if you’re sick longer than 3 days he eventually sucks it up cause he hates sleeping alone

when you play board games with them Kid makes up rules as he goes along just to win

but Killer kicks ass in Uno and even if Kid cheats Killer will win

I have so much stupid shit to say about Kid hes so funny

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #kid x reader x killer #eustass captain kidd #massacre soldier killer

[chxrrydrxp]

Hello hello hellooo! Always wonderful to see another Jason Todd writer in this world, I love this man so much. I’m a bit new to your blog, so I…the idea of getting to come home to Jason on the rare occasion that he’s not out on a mission or patrolling. I know that man is the snuggliest mfer alive and getting to just collapse ontop of him after a long ass day and hear him grunt under you and curl his arms behind your back. Augh. AUGH. Please. I need this man in every possible way 😭

You can write something if you like but just the idea alone is so nice to think about. I need that man carnally but also I need him softly and to giggle tiredly in his chest.

ugh I needed this so badly. this bipolar ass weather has got me in shambles, and I require some comfort.

hope you like it 🤭🤭

(I'm getting to my asks yall just hang in there 💅🏾)

(gender-neutral reader x Jason Todd, fluffy comfort)

word count: 511

Harsh winds blew past your face, causing your nose to burn. This had to be the roughest winter in Gotham’s history. You'd just barely made it to the apartment door, and began clumsily fumbling for your ice-cold keys. your purse snapped open, releasing all your belongings with pop.

“Fuuuuck me.”

A shivering arm reached down for the belongings, scooping them up into frozen hands.

You stuffed them back in your purse and once again fumbled for your keys. Another gust of wind blew aggressively while burning your face, causing curses to fall out of your mouth.

After many vain attempts, you finally managed to get the key into the lock while the coldness burned at your fingertips. click!

“Fina-fucking-lly.”

You swung the door open, throwing yourself inside and shutting the door. You leaned back on the door, trying desperately to alleviate your frozen fingers. The only thing that could make your day worse was the fact you knew Jason would usually be on patrol tonight, and wouldn't be here to warm you up.

You untied your snow boots, and hung your jacket up reluctantly. The apartment was actually warmer than you expected. Jason must've accidently left the heater on when you left.

You opened the door to your room, and found him lying on his stomach with a pillow over his head.

“About time, baby.” His groggy voice sent butterflies to your stomach.

A relieved smile crept on your lips and you practically leaped on the bed. “You're home? Hours early?” Jason turned over onto his back, with his hands tucked behind his head. “Ya don't seem too happy, i'm just taking a little day off ” he teased, poking at your cheek. “I'm more than happy, but what happened to ‘crime has no days off’?” You questioned, changing into a shirt and sweats. “I could go now if you want me to.” You rolled your eyes at him, picking up a pillow and playfully smothering him with it.

“Asshole.”

“C'mere,” he motioned, holding his arms out for you. You sighed contently, climbing into his open arms, and feeling the warmth of his hands clasped around your back.

You dug your nose into his neck, inhaling his musky scent and familiar body wash. “Smells so good.” He let out a breathy laugh and rubbed up and down your back.

His hands moved up to your hair, stroking it softly, then down to your cheek, making you lift your head up slightly. He took this opportunity to press his lips to yours, humming.

“I missed you.”

You smiled, leaning back to kiss him, but he had other plans. He flipped you over so your back was pressed into the mattress and he was laying on you partially. He snuggled his head into your warm chest, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Hmm..this is…better,” he hummed. You grinned, surprised at his clinginess. You hugged your arms around his head and ruffled his hair a bit.

Your heart raced, and you were sure he could feel it, feeling him smile against your chest.

#jason todd x reader #ceri drabbles #jason todd #ceris asks #red hood x reader #dc red hood #just realized many of my fics start off by talking about the weather??? #i felt so warm writing this

[fandomwritingbit]

Can you do William fucking the sense into (afab) reader and telling her how much of a "stupid fucking whore" she is? ;) Thanks x

I absolutely bloody can! Sorry this took so long, reqs are moving slow cos my life's a shambles lol.

william afton x (afab)reader

warnings: smut duh, kinda a dom/sub thing here reader is sub, degration and inappropriate relationship.

You had no words, your singular thought swimming around your head like a goldfish with one fin: you'd fucked up.

Here you were in your boss's office, a place you'd been many times, but that now seemed very foreign indeed.

"So stupid, look at you." William sneered, his hand coated with your excitement. Actually, maybe that wasn't the right word for it. It was more... anticipation.

His hand was careless, fingers plunging in and out of your pussy like he was trying to prove a point. It was bizarre, he was pushing all the right buttons, trying to make your feel good, but it almost felt malicious and as turned on as you were, your stomach was in knots with the thought of what he was going to do to you.

You were close already, looking at this man in desperation, "...Fuck."

"Is this all you've been thinking about? Too focused on having someone uses this little pussy to do your fucking job properly, huh?" His fingers curled deep inside you, throwing you over your edge. You were too lost in the twitching sensation he'd forced from you to answer, so he shoved you back onto his desk, his expression harsh.

Standing over you, you'd never felt so small, he continued, "So useless that I had to take you off accounts. Had to put you on bookings? But you can't even do that right."

Just watching him with wide eyes, you couldn't think to speak.

"What, got nothing to say for yourself?" He grabbed hold of your chin, tilting it back in a sharp movement that made a gasp fall from your lips.

"Fuck... please, Mr Afton."

"Please what?" Still dumb, you simply reach forward, placing your hand over his hard cock through his trousers.

Surprisingly, he smirked at you, but it did nothing to make you feel at ease. Something about him right now scared you a fair bit, but you were practically dripping and a tight feeling in your core was begging to be loosened.

He let you palm him, quickly unfastening his belt. You bite your lip at the sight of him, the picture of his cock dragging against your cunt was filthy. "Tell you what, I'll fuck you good, if you tell me what a stupid fucking whore you are." He punctuates his sentence by slowly pressing his tip inside you, making you whine from the size of him.

"What was that?" His tone was sharp, though when you looked up at him, he was smirking.

When you again don't say anything, he catches your legs and pulls you flush against him, his cock thrusting fully inside you.

Grunting slightly, he speaks directly against your skin, "Fucking say it."

As you open your mouth to speak, he begins a rough pace, cutting you off with your own surprised shriek.

Your brain was absolute mush, but you obey him, not wanting him to stop. You felt so needy as his movement hit you deep.

"I-I'm a stupid fu-fucking whore." you speak quietly, unconsciously wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

He grunts, pushing you further down towards the desk.

"Mr Afton." He corrects. "Say it again." You feel his teeth against your neck as his hand slips between the two of you, over your clit.

"Ah-shit. I'm a stupid fucking whore... Mr Afton." You damn-near choke as you cum again, your walls clamping down on him taking him to his end as well.

His pace was lethal as he finished inside you, leaving you a complete mess both physically and mentally.

Pulling out of you, he smiled, taking a moment to look over the sight be fore him .

"Well, there is one thing you're good for."

#fnaf smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #fnaf 18+ #five nights at freddy's smut

[keeponquinning]

JQ drabble / blurb coming at you.

okay but like.... seeing pedro's esquire video and shoot, i can't help but think of like a slightly jealous joseph looking at you engrossed with mr. pascal, and he's just like, ".... I'm your favorite, though, right?"

making you look up immediately like, "...what? seriously?"

"I mean.... Not like you've looked at me like that in a while..."

you're just so amused about this, but you're trying to hide it, because whether he's being serious or not, he has such a pout on. "baby. it's different. like...you two are different!"

that was not the response he hoped for, "sorry? different how?"

"well, we're dating for one. and... y'know... He's just....daddy."

you've never seen his eyebrows furrow that quickly, "...and what? I'm not daddy? not daddy enough for you?"

"....you're not his level of daddy...." he scoffs. "You're younger than him! so, like.... it's different."

"okay, but... Let's just say... We go somewhere, yeah? And he happens to be there..."

it takes all of you not to laugh, "You're being so cute right now..."

"..yeah, adorable, shut up. I'm... how long would it be for you to ditch me and go over to him?"

everything in you tells you not to smile, but you can't help it, stretching wider than you thought possible, "....w e l l..."

"Oh my god, you're going to leave me for him."

"What the fuck—"

"No, no, you're going to leave me. You've planned this, probably. Seduced me, and done it well..."

"Mmm, I did have fun seducing you."

His face softens, lips lightly smiling, "...I did have fun being seduced..." He watched you smile at him, and he took a deep breath. Rising from his seat and wandered toward you. "He'd probably fall for you, you're very easy to fall for."

You snorted, giving a shrug, "Well, that was the plan. Have you fall for me, have this relationship with you, had to fuck you a few times to want to make it official," he chuckled at that. "..and then on the off chance that you get invited to some invite with him, for me to tag along... And thus, the real master plan comes into place, and Pedro and I can go off into the sunset, with his tight jeans and dad sweaters, while you, my former love, are in shambles and devastated by me."

He sighed, shaking his head, "I feel so used."

Shrugging, you reply, leaning back in your seat, "The things we do for true love."

His brown eyes look at you, bending down and leaning over you in your seat, "Can I be used by you until that happens, then?"

"Mmm...." you hummed, raising your hands to place around his neck. "I dunno... that was the plan, but, lately... Kinda felt the plan changing a bit... Like I'm falling for you and that's a problem."

"Ooh, am I charming you, darling?" he asked, grazing his lips against yours, slowly giving a kiss.

You chuckle, kissing him back, nice and slow, groaning softly. "I think you are. That's so not part of the plan, how dare you."

He's smiling now, lips pressed against the side of your neck as he kisses, bites and licks. "To use your words against you, the things we do for true love." You chuckle at that, and he weighs down further on top of you, his hands digging to the waistband of your shorts. He suddenly pops his head up, looking at you with curious eyes. "...right, okay, but, I am your favorite, though, right?"

"Oh my god," you groaned, rolling your eyes, though there's a smile there. "Okay, look, on the list of white men... You're definitely on the top of the list."

His lips twitch, biting back a laugh, instead, giving a nod. "Right, well, as far as us white men... That is impressive. Top spot?"

"Mmm..... Top three, easily."

He was silent a moment, this seeming to placate him a moment, before he let out a sigh. "One of them isn't Garfield, is it?"

"...if I call you daddy tonight, can I like...not answer that?"

His eyes looked over you, licking his lips before he gave a nod, "Y e a h, deal." Rising up and taking a hold of your hands, pulling you up and into another kiss almost immediately. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to him, tongues met, a breathy moan from both as your tastes mingled and appreciated from one another, you could feel the affect you have on him, could feel him harden against you as you pulled away, walking toward his bedroom. He takes a moment to look as you go through the bedroom door, desire and lust overtaking him. And then — "It's not fucking Obi-Wan, is it?"

"Daddy."

"Right, forgotten, coming."

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[dailydragon08]

The Best View

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Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader

Summary: Protecting you is always Luke’s first priority.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, reader has a leg injury (nondescript).

A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force.

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You sat up with a groan, whimpering as your injured leg screamed in protest from where you’d fallen against the rocky ground. A deafening boom sounded close by that rattled the rocks under you and your eyes went wide as you watched the enemy shuttle barely a few yards away explode, the wall of fire making its way towards you faster than you could escape.

Before you could even formulate a coherent thought, you heard Luke frantically call your name. He was by your side in an instant, pulling you into his lap and pressing his face into your neck. He held you tightly against him with one arm and extended the other out behind him towards the flames as you held on.

Just a few inches past his fingertips, the flames hit a wall and flowed over and around you both as Luke called on the Force. You could still feel the heat against your skin, the burning wind it generated buffeting against you and the man cocooned around you. He held you even tighter as you two were practically blown away, his hair whipping in the breeze.

You closed your eyes and clung to his black tunic. His fingers dug into your hip and you could feel his fear through the Force just as clearly as your own. After several minutes that felt far too long, the heat and roaring sound of the flames abated until there was only the whistling of the wind on the cliff.

You and Luke let out a shaky exhale at the same time, and you opened your eyes to see the scorched earth around you, the ship in shambles ahead. Luke stayed burrowed into your neck and took the hand that had been holding the shield to wrap it around your waist, smoothing up your back and into your hair.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

You nodded. “Are you?”

“Yes.” You pulled back to look at him, cradling his face in your hands. He blinked as some hair blew in his eye, sighing as you combed it away with your fingers. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours before kissing you hard. “You’re sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah. Just my leg.”

He nodded. “I’ll patch you up back at the Redeemer.”

You let out another shuddery breath. “Okay.” Your thumb wandered over his defined jawline, his cheek, under his eye, and around his ear to weave into his hair. He released a stuttered exhale as he pressed his forehead to yours again. “I love you.”

“I love you, starflower—but please, for the love of the Maker, don’t ever do that to me again.”

You chuckled. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

He smiled and shook his head, leaving another kiss on your lips. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. We keep having horrible experiences on cliffs and I’m getting tired of ’em.”

You laughed brighter this time. “What, you don’t like the views?”

He pulled back to look into your eyes. “Why would I when I’ve got a gorgeous view right here?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, sweet Maker. We really need to work on your pickup lines.”

“Well, we’ve been together for almost a year now,” he grunted slightly as he stood with you in his arms bridal-style, “so they’ve clearly worked on you—”

“That was a concerning amount of grunting when you lifted me,” you said, putting on your best offended air as he began the short trek back to where his ship was hidden.

“You just shush. Take a nice little nap.”

“Make me,” you said just as he imitated you in an admittedly perfect tone. “Hey!” You smacked a hand against his chest.

He laughed, his eyes bright. His tunic was covered in dust, a few bruises were forming on his face, and his hair was in complete disarray from the wind, but he was still the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen as those love-filled blue eyes settled on you softly. He kissed your hair as you leaned into his chest. “Just relax. I’ll patch you up and…maybe on the way back to Ajan Kloss, we can come up with ideas for our one year anniversary.”

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[sammyboyimagines]

Heeeeeeey~ its me again, but now I have a request for you :3

Can you please make headcanons of Billy Hargrove married with the reader?~ maybe some sfw and some nsfw?~ pretty pleaaaaaase? *puppy eyes*

//hi of course of course!! I'm so sorry this took so long I've had very confusing week and I love this request. Also thank you again for the kind words a few days ago! I'd love to write more for you anytime if you want to request, absolutely no pressure though! <3 I'm listening to my romantic playlist so this should be fun, also it's 1 am sorry for any errors, I think there are many lol

warnings: established relationship, oral, unprotected sex, fluff, smut, MINORS GO AWAY ON THE SECOND HALF OF IT, rough sex, idk what else

alright, first I'm gonna start off with the SFW stuff!

now, obviously the minute you are alone on your honeymoon, he is all over you. Kissing all over your face and neck, cuddling you for hours, etc.

Billy enjoys letting everyone know you're his, your name might as well be "my wife" because he introduces you as his wife to everyone that will listen.

I like to think that Billy settling down might make his father make an effort, I think that seeing him be so loving with you makes his father want to be a better father.

Adding onto that, I think it would also bring his sister closer to him, as she definitely hangs out with you a lot whenever she's not with her friends.

Billy is a very touchy husband, holding your hand as he speeds down the freeway, holding your thigh during dinners with your parents, and pulling you close to him any chance he gets.

He gave you a fancy ring when he proposed to let everyone know you were taken.

Billy doesn't know much about love and committed relationships, but you take everything day by day, and it makes him much more comfortable with the idea of building a life together with you.

I think he would stay awake some nights just thinking about the fact that it really happened. You're his wife.

It took him forever to really let it sink in, but he was excited nonetheless.

I think deep down, Billy was worried that he would never fall in love with someone and really tie the knot. Commitment used to scare him until he found you, someone who didn't care about superficial things like money, looks, etc.

Billy definitely saved up for the proposal in advance. It took him a while to propose because he wanted the scene to be perfect, with nobody interrupting.

The wedding was fairly small, the less the better in his opinion. Just a few family members from each side.

Billy would never come out and say it, but he loves spending holidays and domestic things with you. Exchanging gifts even though you were the best gift he ever could have received.

Though you'd disagree, Billy was constantly worried about being a good husband.

Coming from a broken home, he was terrified that his marriage would end up in shambles like his parents.

It took many sleepless nights and comforting talks for Billy to realize that some things last forever. He wanted it to last forever. (I'm listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls rn sorry if it gets sad)

One thing he had to come to terms with was SHARING. Sharing everything, clothing, feelings, etc. He never learned to give and get back, and he adored every single one of these life lessons from his darling wife.

That reminds me, he stops calling you pet names in public and just starts calling you his beautiful wife. For example, shopping, he'll get your attention with a quick, "Come here, my beautiful wife."

He learns to love the little things. Your tired face in the mornings when he wakes you up from a dead sleep, the way you stare at the ring on your finger for at least 10 minutes every day, the way you looked when saying your vows. He wanted to keep these memories forever.

In conclusion, married life frightened Billy, but with his beautiful wife by his side, he felt better every passing day.

Ugh so sweet and fluffy, time for some NSFW headcanons! NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT OR I'M GONNA TELL UR MOM, SHE'S IN BED WITH ME RN

Minors I really mean it, istg she's right here

She's literally right here.

If you don't have a mom, I will tell your dad, I have him on the phone rn

Go away minors, last warning.

Okay onto the content, Billy absolutely revels in the fact that you are his, his baby, his wife, his little slut. He fucking loves it.

Your honeymoon was WILD. He tried positions all over your vacation spot. Against the wall or bending you over was his favorite though, classic and intimate.

The looks he gives you in public places, he definitely undresses you with his eyes whenever he gets the chance.

The ring always gets him hard, knowing that he's yours and you are his for forever makes him long to show you just how much love he has for you. He has A LOT apparently.

Billy loves to hold hands when he's fucking you. Feeling the ring as a loving reminder while he roughly drills into you until you're a moaning mess underneath him.

Billy was very soft on his wedding day. The way he swayed and spun you around as you two danced made your heart flutter. But the honeymoon? He was a beast. You'd get home from a nice dinner and within 2 minutes, he'd have ripped your dress and bent you over whatever surface was closest.

Except for your first night as husband and wife. It was the first time he was gentle. He made love to you, and took his time to make sure he watched his wife's face contort in pleasure as he ate you out or fucked you gently.

That first night, it was the first time he came before you. He was so worked up he had lost control from just teasing you, so when he finally slid inside you, it only took him about a minute to let go. He was extremely upset until you convinced him that he could try again next round.

Adding to that, now that you're married, Billy feels like he has all the time in the world to shower you with love. On weekends, you're never out of bed without your legs shaking and a fucked out smile adorning your face. Billy thought it was the best way to wake up, and how could you refuse morning sex?

Billy hadn't considered children yet in all honesty, but he was opening up about the fact that marriages could work without constant arguing and compensating. He was in the moment.

That being said, he fucked you raw practically every time. You were on birth control (or not, whatever you wanna do), and he couldn't resist the feeling of your soft warm walls on his dick, it was like heaven.

After several rounds, Billy loves to either draw you a nice hot bath to make up for his roughness or cuddle up to you.

Billy was accidentally the little spoon for one night and now he likes to be the little spoon every now and then.

Being, his wife, you got used to his hands on you all the time. You couldn't pass by him without a loud slap on the ass or a kiss on the head.

He loves to kiss your collarbone and your neck, to leave marks, and hickeys all over. The first time you talked to Robin and Steve after the honeymoon, they were disgusted by the blatantly obvious hickeys covering your neck, collarbone, chest, and under your clothes.

High sex drive, he loves quickies, blow jobs, and fingering you under the table. He loved fucking your throat, watching you struggle to take him as you gag on his cock.

Hair-pulling kink. He pulls your hair while fucking you from behind, pulling your body back to whisper, "my good little slut, taking me so well" into your ear. He loves when you pull his hair too, the first time you did it he audibly moaned. It shocked the both of you.

Never lets you get off alone. He was visibly upset when he found out that you still masturbated when you two were married. He felt that there was no reason to do that when he was always there to help you out. He was offended.

Billy explored many kinks with you as the marriage went forward. He has a daddy kink for sure. This was discovered when you mumbled in during sex and he lost control in like 30 seconds.

Billy likes to think that he's the man of the house, you're his. That's what he tells other people. However, he is absolutely whipped for you. Whatever you need, whatever you want to do, he's right there doing it for you. Whether its eating your out or making dinner.

He can hardly stand in the kitchen cooking with you, he'll get carried away and before you know it, the food is burnt and you've been making out on the couch for an hour.

Car sex is a must, before hanging out with friends, before dinner, before anything, you aren't leaving until he's had his way with you.

//okay i think i'm done, i really hope you liked it!! <3

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[vibratingskull]

The Ball part 2

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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ThrawnxF!reader

You end up at the medbay and it is time for some discussions...

“We’ll talk about the party later. Where are you now?”

“We’re at the Medcenter close to the Opera, waiting for the results.”

“Alright. My corvette is here, I need to go. I hope it’s nothing. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Talk to you soon, Karyn. Say hi to your parents for me.”

You cut the comlink conversation and get back to Eli, nervously thumping his feet. You sit next to him and take off your heels with a sigh of relief. He keeps his sights straight ahead with a grave face. He hadn’t said a word to you since you arrived.

“Do you think it will take long?” You ask.

“I have no idea.” He didn’t bother turning his face towards you.

You have your back on the wall, watching the others hurrying all around you; nurses guiding people followed by meddroïds, coughing patients, some children running along the hallway and others waiting like you. You’re the only ones in fancy outfits. Others are in civvies or work suits. You look like blotches of color lost in all this white.

Away you can hear a baby crying, prompting the children in the corridors to apprehensively raise their heads towards that direction, some come running back to their parents while others stare silently. Different people pass you disoriented or pressed by time but none of the medic team have any new information.

You slouch on your seat with a sigh and fix the buzzing light of the aisle. You hope it’s nothing serious but the memory of the chiss passing out doesn’t help to relieve you. At this tought you have to ungrasp your arm with your nails planted in your flesh you didn’t realize you had. You fix your trembling hands, remembering the panic that overflowed you as you saw Thrawn lose consciousness before you. You recall Colonel Yularen guiding you and Eli away while the Opera’s aids were taking care of the chiss and the both of you sneaking away under the rain to the med center. You don’t remember if you cried. All you knew was your eyes stung. You shake it off and rub your temple to get back to the present time.

Several quiet minutes pass and the incessant beeping of the machine paired with the thumping of Eli’s feet start to get on your nerves. You decide to check out the pictures you took during the evening to take your mind off things.

You take your imager out of your purse and start scanning faces in search of yours and Eli’s future colleagues. You swipe multiple times until you find the disastrous group photo with the exploding champagne bottle and chuckle at the openmouthed expressions. You look up at the faces and recognize someone from the racing team.

“Hey, wouldn’t Jakeeb and Barlin be with you on the Blood Crow?” You ask, trying to cheer him up but you only hear a muttered response in return.

“What?” you ask. 

“I’m not supposed to be on the Blood Crow…” 

You raise your head from the screen to look at him surprised. With his eyes fixed forward Eli starts talking.

“I was supposed to become a supply officer. But, since he appeared everything is in shambles.” 

You pull yourself closer to him without his notice. His thumping stops and he starts to tremble.

“Why me? I am not even supposed to be here…”

You put your hand on his shoulder, leaning closer.

“Eli, I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?”

“I…” 

He gulps and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. 

 “I was training in hope to become a supply officer when I met him… And at that moment my life took a complete one eighty. I changed schools. I changed environments. Anywhere he goes I’m expected to follow. I’m supposed to aid whenever he asks. I feel his breath on my neck everywhere I go!” He almost yells that last sentence, so much that several people turned toward us to give us glare and a nurse shushed you.

He continues with a lower tone.

“I came to the Academy because he asked for it and I will follow him on the Blood crow because of him too. I specifically asked for a supply position and the orders given to me are to keep following in his shadow in the chain of commands. This is not why I enrolled in the first place!” His voice cracks a little and you feel a cocktail of emotions at his revelations.

“Do you have proof it’s him?” you ask.

“No, but it isn’t exactly a stretch.. Everything works in his favor constantly and you know he is not above scheming.”

You rub your hands trying to sort out your thoughts. You don’t want to think Thrawn would alter the life of his friend in such a drastic way but you know that Eli’s theory is plausible. 

“Maybe if you ask him he could give you an explanation-”

“This is not about explanation!” he snapped. “ This is about control! Since I’ve met him I have become nothing more than a tool for his use. He pulls the strings and there is nothing I can do about it… On Myomar everything was different, I wasn’t mocked or gossiped about. I had a life plan that I chose and followed. Here everything failed in favor of a bigger plan and I don’t know if I could wait until he is an admiral to correct it.” He put his head in his hands, trying to keep it together.

You remain silent, knowing better than to interrupt. You can now better understand his attitude when he spoke to Thrawn. It must be difficult to try reconciling those feelings and the sense of friendship he bears for the chiss.

“But that is not the worst part…”

You lean forward, attentive to anything he might say next, holding your breath.

“The worst part is… When you came to me for help and I saw him like this… My very first thought was that whatever was happening to him might be my chance to get out of this. And I don’t know what to do with that.” He hides his head in his trembling hands, a jolt shaking his whole body. 

“Oh Eli, …” You put your arm around his shoulders “You’re not a bad person. You are just going through tough times.” 

You hold him as close as possible, no sound can be heard from him but you feel his tears running down your arms so you start cradling him gently and slowly caressing his head. 

You let the time pass like that, holding on to each other in silence. Words seem useless at this moment. At some point, a meddroid comes to ask why Eli is folded in two, barely moving. You drive it away while Eli gains back his composure, breathing deeply and putting away the last remaining tears. He rolls his shoulders to stretch his back.

“It feels good to talk sometimes.”

“I’m glad you decided to tell me, Eli. This isn’t something you should have kept to yourself.” 

He let out a big sigh.

“Seems like me and Thrawn need to have a long discussion.” 

“It will be fine,” you assure, “Trust me.” 

He lightly nods his head and the door of Thrawn’s room opens suddenly. Another medic droid emerges with a hypo in his hand still. You both stand up and wait impatiently for it to explain everything.

“Are you with the patient?” It asks with a mechanical voice.

“Yes, how is he?’ Eli demands, his voice still a little shaky.

“It appears his body doesn’t secrete the acetaldehyde dehydrogenase enzyme which leads to an imbalance of acetaldehyde in his organism, everything is taken care of right now.”

You exchange a look with Eli feeling suddenly dumb and ask.

“Which means?”

He steps back to let you pass, as you enter the room to see Thrawn laying down in a bed, transfused and rubbing his temple to ease a headache. Another droid is still monitoring some vitals on a screen, paying no attention to you. 

“His organism cannot process ethanol and therefore should not consume any alcohol and certainly not the quantity he had tonight. Doing so was highly irresponsible and could have resulted in terrible damages.” Chastises the first meddroid behind your back.

You frowned. You never thought of Thrawn to be the type to consume anything he knew to be harmful to his body. How did it come to that?

You both take a seat at Thrawn’s bedside, trying to make as little noise as possible. The droids take their leave, leaving you three together.

“How are you doing?” You ask.

“Poorly, but certainly better than before.” He speaks with a croaky but surprisingly joyful voice.

It takes you aback for a second but you put it on the transfusion. Thrawn straightens himself up with an uncomfortable groan. A minute of awkward silence follows. Nobody knows what to say. Eventually Eli can’t take it any more and asks the burning question.

“Why on earth would you drink if your species can’t process alcohol?!” He demands bluntly.

The implications of this question are obvious. You would have phrased it more delicately but you take Eli is in no condition to beat about the bush. At least the question is asked. You look at Thrawn apprehensively, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He even looks amused. 

“I did not know it was alcohol.”

“How did you not know?” Eli asks, trying and failing to control his temper. 

“It was a simple mistake. I just took the beverage (y/n) had given me.”

“The beverage I… Wait, you mean the Calamnsi?” You shout as you realize every time you saw the chiss this evening he had a full glass in his hand. But you didn’t realize it was the highest alcoholic drink in the room.

“It was rather sweet. I assumed it was some kind of juice.” 

“Of course you did,” You berate yourself.

At least it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be, no alcoholism, functional or otherwise involved. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eli starts again with his thumping feet, visibly on his last nerve.

“You two look awfully worried.” Thrawn query in an eerie playful tone.

“Of course we are, you-”

Eli stops mid sentence causing you to look up and see Thrawn trying to hide a smile behind his hand and his body shaken by a snigger he fails to refrain. You look at Eli to confirm what you see and his expression must be as dumbfounded as yours.

Suddenly, it dawns on him.

“He’s drunk!”

As the transfusion slowly took effect, the chiss is now experiencing the normal effects of alcohol and is going merry. What is going on tonight? You see him trying to get back control over his body and stop the chuckle, next to you Eli is losing his mind over this.

“I can’t believe I’ve spent one hour brooding, imagining the worst outcomes while he was off chilling with the fairies!”

You don't know what to say about this, lost between circonspection and amusement. You bite your lips to keep you from laughing as you see Eli gritting and loosen his teeth.

"You know what?" He adds, raising from his seat, "I can't take this anymore, I need to go outside." He walks angrily to the door and flips toward Thrawn. “I’m really glad you are okay!” And disappear with the sush of the door.

Thrawn clears his throat effectively stopping the snigger.

“He seemed furious…”

“Worried,” you correct. “He was really distressed seeing you in this state.” You mind absently rubb the bruises left by your nails on your arms, replaying the scene in your minds.

He slowly rests his head on his pillow.

“I will need to apologize to him then… But later on, I don’t feel like rising up at the moment.”

You don’t know if it is him being conscious of the limits of his own body or the alcohol effects but it is probably for the best. He closes his eyes with a deep sigh, a serene look on his face. Another silence takes place, but everything seems comfy this time. You can hear Thrawn’s peaceful respiration and you look at him, like he’s sleeping, enamored. A little smile crawls on your face as you observe him, feeling alone in a small bubble with him. 

But you have questions to ask.

“Thrawn?”

He opens his eyes and his pupils slide towards you.

“Did you intervene for Eli to follow you on the Blood Crow?”

He stays silent a moment, his blazing gaze on you before answering.

“So he talked to you about it…” His voice has a drawl.

“So you did?” 

“No, I did not…” His eyes go back to the ceiling, fixing on it. “At least I did not intend for this result, but I should have anticipated it.”

“He is quite resentful for that.”

“I know…” He answers in one breath.

“He will tell you himself, but his trust in you really took a hit. For someone who reads emotions so well as you do you really don’t take care of those of your friends.”

He doesn’t respond to that, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. It’s maybe not the most effective thing to do with a drunk person but you can’t find it in yourself to stop.

“Listen, I don’t know if you feel at home here, maybe you never will but you can’t continue being alone. I’ve seen how you put a barrier between you and us, maybe you actually despise us, I don’t know, but you can’t go on without someone at your side! And I am not talking about military loyalty but real friends. You’re always stern and cold, you keep every exchange to its bare minimum, you never talk about yourself. And tonight it feels like you're pushing away the only person that cares. Don’t you see that you isolate yourself? That it paints a bigger target on your back?” 

You didn’t scream at him but the will was there. On his end he just closed back his eyes without flinching.

“Are you even listening?” you ask vehemently.

A light smile stretches his lips.

“(Y/n), (y/n, (y/n)... You are so nice. Why are you so nice?”

“Excuse me?” You frown.

“Always worried for your friends, always taking care of them, always bending over backwards for them. One day it will cost you.” He turns his head and plants his eyes in yours, staring intensely. You cower under his gaze, feeling your blood heating your cheeks.

“But maybe this is why you're so important to me.” He completes without flinching.

Your heart beats furiously at those words. What did he just say? 

Was it possible? 

"Everyday I am more drawn to you. I find myself wanting to be with you.” He replaces his head to face the ceiling, his eyes lost in the void but a smile still softening his face. “I haven’t been really honest to you or Eli about what happened during the simulation test. It pains me to admit it but I was jealous. I am jealous of your bond, of your compatibility…

At this point you don’t know if he's talking to you or monologuing deliriously to himself. Either way you can’t stay in place, the heart beating furiously as you wait, holding your breath with hope. You stay silent to not cut him off in his momentum.

“... It is terribly painful to see you two close like that, to be near you but just out of reach… It reminds me too much of…” He froze a second, tensing all his muscles. “... my sister.”

You froze.

“She was just like you, kind, protective, strong headed. At least it's how I remember her. Looking at you reminds me of her, being with you makes me feel like living the moments that we were robbed of. But it will never be the same. You are not her, she is not you… But I keep seeing her through you.” His smile has disappeared, leaving a voice on the verge of cracking and glassy eyes. “I wish to see her again one more time… One day…” 

You’re frozen in place, shocked, out of words. You are deeply touched by the affection he has for you, but this is not what you hoped for and you fear it won’t be possible now. You cross your arms to hug yourself, feeling tears rising to your eyes. Your mouth dries up and your throat tightens, clenching your hands you try to speak but you change your mind. What to say? How to feel? Should you be thankful for what you already share? Is it reasonable to be upset? Is the furious turmoil your feeling legitimate? As you ask yourself those questions you start to feel nauseous.

“Thrawn?” You ask with cracks in your voice

As he didn’t answer you raise your head to see his eyes close and profound breaths, deeply asleep with his usual stern expression. You sigh and rise up from your seat. As you leave the room you take one last look at Thrawn, hesitating for a moment, and go.

Eli sees you as you leave.

“How is he?”

“He’s asleep for now, we better go.”

He notes your demeanor but doesn’t pry, following you to the hall where the colonel Yularen is waiting. He nods outward and you all three pass the door to exit the building. The wind has risen and the cold rain suddenly bite your flesh but you don’t mind. They both press the pace towards the corvette as you stay behind.

The colonel Yularen opens the door and let Eli enter, they both turn toward you expectantly.

“I think…”

You don’t look at them, your gaze lost in the reflections of the lights on the ground, the cold rain biting your flesh and your shoes in your hand.

“I think I’m going for a  walk.”

@bluechiss, @al-astakbar

[redahlia-writes]

you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

seven. as long as you follow.

content (for this chapter): smut (mild), tooth-rotting fluff, i mean a lot of fluff, wedding, a lot of speeches, all of them are being menaces, unedited

word count: 6.3k

a/n: so this is the final chapter and i'm in shambles i already miss them. i might, later on, write some blurbs of the before, during and after of their lives together, but as for the main story, there you have it. thank you to @lcvenderblues specifically for putting up with me through this whole thing, i know leave the rest in your hands

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“There was a time when I believed marriage was not for me. Scratch that–I believed love was not for me. That I didn’t deserve it, not in the way I wanted it. For a while, I stopped caring, or pretended I didn’t care, just so I could go on. And when I met Camila, I still thought that. I’m sure everyone’s aware of the way we began, so I believe it’s not that odd of me to say: I thought that was it. One fun moment that’d be gone soon, something to think about in my spare time–which, let me tell you, it wasn’t that much with a toddler–but that’d be the end of it all. It didn’t matter that I was instantly captivated by her, that I didn’t want the night to end, or that she managed to break through that barrier I’d built so carefully around myself with just one smile–none of it mattered, because I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone. Except she wasn’t, so then I thought she’d find out I had a kid and then she’d go. But again, she didn’t. Time and time again I told myself this is it, this is the moment it’s all over, and time and time again she proved me wrong. At some point, whether consciously or not I cannot say, I stopped being afraid she’d vanish from my life, and I don’t know if it was because I realized just how stubborn she is or I somehow settled down, I just–she was here, with me, and I knew I could count on her presence. On her love. On her. And I suddenly felt like the luckiest person in the world. I love you, Mila, and I promise you’ll get tired of hearing me say it, and I’ll just keep repeating it. Ah, no llores–”

“Are you going to cry?” Santi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned towards Frankie, looking around at the few people settling in their seats when Benny came announcing Camila would be arriving shortly–his face red and eyes glimmering, a muffled tone to his words. “Because Benny took all the tissues I had, so–”

“It’s fine, Pope,” Frankie said in return, hands fidgeting at his sides. “Wait, what happened with Benny?” he frowned, gaze flitting from one man to the other moving back towards the house, hands running down the front of his shirt.

“He cried when he saw Alba with the flower basket,” Santi grinned, though there was a softness in his voice at the thought of the little girl patiently waiting in the kitchen for her mom. Pope looked back towards Frankie, his head slightly tilted. “You are going to cry, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” Frankie scoffed, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt, the neck of it left open at the first two buttons. “This doesn’t exactly happen every day.”

“You’re getting married,” Santi mused, his gaze flickering towards the guests–no more than 25, a familiar face smiling back at him when their gazes met. He returned the smile, then placed his hands on Frankie’s shoulders. “Holy shit, you’re getting married.”

Low murmuring rose across the seat as the window from the kitchen slid open, heads turning and Frankie’s body seizing as he inhaled deeply and held his breath, fidgeting again with the cuffs of his shirt, his gaze falling to Alba. The child skipped outside, a puffy yellow dress moving with her as she threw the flowers she’d carefully picked with Camila all across the garden. Just a couple steps behind, Benny emerged from the kitchen, holding the door open to let Camila through.

“Holy shit indeed,” Frankie muttered in his next exhale, a stutter in his heart when Camila looked up and met his gaze.

“Stop it, both of you,” Will reprimanded from their side, but a crack ran through his voice, too. “You should be turned around, Fish.”

“I already knew what my wife looks like,” Frankie scoffed, moving his torso only–he couldn’t look away from Camila.

“Wife-to-be,” Will corrected, amused.

They’d wanted a small thing. Few people and fewer preparations, most of it going to the decorating of their backyard where they were, with long tables around the edges and an arch they’d built together. No suit and tie for Frankie, just a white button down and fitted trousers–no gown for her, rather a simple cream dress with sheer sleeves and a long-ish skirt, hair left unbound just as the day he’d met her, a crown of flowers just as promised to Alba, and her cheeks sunburnt from the days spent in the garden. She was barefoot.

“Are you arguing?” she called from the end of the aisle, Benny at her side as she placed her hands on her hips–she was smiling, bright and wide, lines at the corners of her eyes.

“No ma’am,” Will returned, matching her tone–Frankie could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, could feel Santi chuckling by his side and see Benny’s joy all across his face.

He could see Alba, running up to him, flowers all but forgotten as she crashed into him, bouncing with her arms wrapped around his legs–a moment later, Camila did the same, a small hop on the spot before sprinting towards them, immediately going to wrap her arms around Frankie.

“Hi,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, one of his hands on the small of her back to keep her close, the other resting on Alba’s head. They could hear the others murmuring softly, through chuckles and ohs.

“Hi,” he mumbled, a quick kiss to her temple, careful to not squish the flowers.

“Should we get married?” she grinned, looking up at him, eyes shimmering–somewhere between unshed tears and utter joy. 

“Yes,” he nodded, another kiss to her forehead–he almost leaned in, kissed her in full, felt the tug forward as he bowed his head a little, but he could feel Will’s gaze on the side of his face and smirked, turning slightly towards him with a small nod.

They remained like that for the whole ceremony, tangled together and incredibly close, her head tilted towards his shoulder, her thumb rubbing figures on his back, gazes searching for the other’s every now and then as Will spoke–Alba stood on the side, restless, bracketed by Santi and Benny (who’d started tearing up again).

“When people get in a relationship, you often hear the phrase honeymoon phase,” Will started as the silence settled in fully, clearing his throat once. “That moment of euphoria that’s carefree and happy and all that–it is said that it lasts just a limited amount of time, but I know that to not be true. You only have to look in front of you to see it for yourself–seriously, you’re gonna spend the whole ceremony like this?”

“Yes,” Camila grinned wide, tightening her hold around Frankie’s waist and resting her head on his shoulder. Santi snorted, quick to cover his mouth with the hand he didn’t have on Alba’s shoulder. “Go on,��� she added then, making Will chuckle, a fond roll of his eyes.

“I won’t bore you with details about Cami or Frankie, about them as a couple–that’s for later, when we’re all too full from the food Verónica and Emilia prepared, so that no one can run away,” more laughter from the seats, Will bowing his head in the women’s direction. “But I will say this: I feel very lucky I’ve witnessed, and continue witnessing, a love like theirs. It feels like hope, it feels like a breath of fresh air to see such love. When they asked me to be the one to marry them, I panicked and made a stupid joke I won’t repeat–”

“He said he’s more of a monogamous guy,” Camila said from over Frankie’s shoulder, her chin resting on it for a moment through the snickers and Will’s defeated sigh.

“Thank you, Cami,” she grinned in his direction. “I didn’t know what I was going to talk about. I had no idea what I was going to tell you about them, their love. First I thought I’d count; count the looks, count the kisses, count the I love yous. Some sort of proof of their lives together so far. Something that could prove to you all that what you’re seeing in front of you is, for lack of a better word, real. But this is all the proof you need, isn’t it? The two of them. Testimony of this love.

“I think we’re lucky to be a part of this because, you see, their affection is not reserved for the other only–these two have hearts so big there’s room for every single one of us, even when they’re disgustingly stuck to each other, seemingly locked in a little bubble of their own. It’s never like that–they’re ready to drop everything for those they care about, wake up in the middle of the night and drive an hour to the airport for us just as they would for each other,” Camila’s lips quivered in her smile, glossy eyes fixed on Will.

“Why did you have to bring me into this?” Santi complained, his voice a little watery as he brushed Alba’s hair absent-mindedly, careful of the flowers braided in it in imitation of her mother’s. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter–his heart was full, so full, it felt like it might burst and he didn’t really mind. He’d be happy like this.

“I needed a good example and Benny is a mess as it is already,” Will shrugged, chin jutting in direction of his brother–the younger Miller’s face was spotted red, tears staining his cheeks as he attempted to compose himself, one hand on Alba’s shoulder and the other wiping the front of his shirt. Camila’s gaze softened at the sight, the split of a smile dedicated to him only.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, voice unsteady. Will–his neck red too, hands twisting in front of him–chuckled and shook his head before returning his attention to the couple.

“It’s special–this moment, their union. Now they’re making it official, and we’re here today as witnesses of it: of their family, of their love. And with the exchange of rings, I leave the word to them.”

Alba broke free of the two men’s hold to step ahead, lifting the small satchel she had tied to her wrist in her parents’ direction. Frankie crouched down, carefully untying it from her arm to open it and drop the rings into his palm–white gold circlets, one falling into the other and giving just a glimpse of the incision within.

As long as you follow.

It had seemed fitting–fixing their story with a song, the same way it had started.

Frankie kissed Alba’s cheek, a quiet thank you that had the girl beaming before Camila reached down towards her, too, holding her face in her hands to kiss her forehead. Alba giggled, each hand holding onto one of them before letting them get back up, standing once more in front of Will.

The silence was almost religious, watching, waiting, as they turned to face each other–and suddenly there was no other but them, hands joined, holding the rings on their palms, hearts thundering. A silent conversation, should I? You go. Go ahead.

“This is just the first speech I have prepared for tonight,” Camila started letting go of one of his hands to reach into the sleeve of her dress–she took a folded piece of paper, wrinkled and scribbled all over. “I wasn’t sure how to fit all I wanted to say, and I probably didn’t, but–” she cleared her throat, shuffling from one side to the other and holding the paper up to her face. “Should’ve worn my glasses,” she muttered, causing laughter to ripple around the backyard.

“I can always get them for you,” Frankie grinned, squeezing her hand gently.

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere,” she shook her head, pulling him one step closer. “Francisco–Frankie, my love, my life. You have given me everything I could hope for in life and more, and I’m so grateful for you I sometimes feel like my heart is gonna escape its confinements. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this satisfied, this happy–you’re my happiness, you have been for so long I have started counting my days as before you and with you. I know I don’t want an after you, because I don’t know what I would do without the best part of my heart, the one that’s dedicated to you, the one that waited for you my whole life.

“This is the point where people start making promises. I’ve always been afraid of that, I worried I might not be able to keep them, but you’ve made me less afraid, so–I promise to tell you when your hair is out of place,” through her smile, Frankie laughed, dropping his head forward a bit and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. “I promise to remind you when to trim–just trim–your beard. I promise to help you pick the right clothes, and to give back all those absurd button-ups I will continue to steal from you. I promise we’ll cook together every time we get the chance, and we’ll get take-out all those nights we’re both too tired to even walk in the kitchen. I promise we’ll get bigger sheets for the bed, so I won’t steal all of it through the night and leave you in the cold–and I admit this last one was a lie, because we both know I’d probably manage to hog those, too.”

“Yes, you would,” he murmured, bringing her hand up to his face, leaving a quick kiss to her knuckles–he focused on the motion, focused on his breathing, his heartbeat, her.

“You’re gonna distract me,” she reprimanded, but squeezed his hand nonetheless. “I promise I will remind you what an amazing person you are every day, because you are and tend to forget it at times. I promise I will be here, right where you need me, when you need me, because I know you will do the same for me and I love you for that. I love you for everything–that’s what I promise. I promise that I love you, I love you, I love you and will continue to, every day of my life, our lives–and afterwards, too. And,” she folded the paper, unsure for a moment of what to do with it before dropping it to the ground and picking his ring up. She brought it to her lips, a quick kiss before holding it between trembling fingertips. “As long as you follow.”

Frankie’s hands were shaking too–it looked almost comical as she put the ring on, both their touches hesitant without meaning too. As soon as the ring was past his last knuckle, he took her hand, brought them both to his chest and held her there, her own ring pressed against the back of her hand as he bowed his head, one small step forward to rest his forehead to hers. Eyes closed, she curled her fingers over the shirt, exhaling slowly.

“I love you,” a whisper exchanged at the same time, smiles returning unabashed.

Their cheeks would hurt by the end of the day, and the day after that.

“There is a Spanish expression,” Frankie started after clearing his throat, straightening his head and forcing his eyes open, “which is really, really corny–but I promised you I would be that, so there we have it: encontrar a tu media naranja. Literally, it means to meet your half-orange. I used to think it was odd–why would an orange be a synonym for soulmate. Some said it’s because of its shape, because of a Greek myth, because of churches–it never made sense to me, none of it. And then, the first morning we spent together, you split an orange between us. I was tired, maybe a little hungover–”

“A little?” she grinned, making his face scrunch up in a grimace.

“We both were,” he protested, making her smile widen–the more her smile grew, the more Frankie’s heart swelled. He burned to wrap his arms around her, hold her, kiss her. “Fine–a little more than hungover. But I remember that phrase popping in my head–just for a moment, while you dropped slice after slice of fruit into my plate, as if it was something we’d been doing our whole lives. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, until it happened again. An orange, an apple, a cake, a plate of rice, a pizza–all halves. You are my better half, Mila. You’ve been that since the very first moment, and I couldn’t be more grateful I found you. I found my better half, it’s–you’re the better part of me, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives thinking about how lucky I got.”

Camila’s mouth quivered, her eyes soft and wide as she leaned forward, her hands still on his chest for support, trapped beneath his. She went in for a kiss, almost, and then turned her head at the last moment, lips brushing the heart-shaped spot at his jaw where his beard didn’t grow, the same spot she spent nights tracing with her fingertips.

He took her hand from his chest, held it gingerly as he fixed his hold on the ring.

“So I promise you’ll be reminded every day of just how special you are to me,” he went on, voice a little lower–the quiet was so deep the words echoed nevertheless. “I promise you’ll have plenty of oranges and rosemary and coffee, always. I promise all the shirts in my closet and all the blankets you’ll manage to hog. I promise the beach and long drives, and I promise music and singing as loud as you can, dancing until my back hurts and then some–maybe. Maybe you’ll have to ask Alba for that. I promise all the things you never thought you could ask for, that you’ll never be hungry for anything, that I’ll love you in all the ways I know how, every day of our lives and then afterwards,” he kissed her ring, kissed her finger where the other ring sat, too, and then put it on, still shaking, a little breathless. “As long as you follow.”

“I love you,” whispered for him only this time, taking his face in her hands and leaning in, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed anymore,” Will called, making them laugh into the kiss and break apart, however reluctantly. Holding onto each other, they turned to him with an apologetic look in their eyes, and he scoffed lightly, waving his hand. “Go ahead, you’re officially husband and wife.”

Frankie held her tightly before kissing her again, joy dripping in his every movement, laughter muffled by her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They were cheered on as he rested one hand to the small of her back, pushing her flush to him, and one to the nape of her neck, fingers tangled through her hair as she dipped back a little and he followed, kissing, kissing, kissing his wife. He was euphoric. He was at peace.

Happiest wedding I’ve been to, the first people to leave said.

So much laughter, so much food, so many speeches. People’s faces ached from smiles and laughter; some held onto their stomachs as they walked away; some had their noses buried into the branches of rosemary Camila was giving away, the plant in the corner of the garden overflowing, now taller than Alba.

“Do you think Santiago’s gonna make a move tonight?” she murmured when Frankie returned to her side, two glasses he placed in front of them before sitting down, his arms over the back of her chair to bring her closer. “He’s gonna hurt himself if he keeps doing that.”

On the other side of the garden, Santi was dancing with Alba, both of them jumping in circles–Camila didn’t think his knees were going to thank him later in the night. But the smile on his face was contagious, reaching the child and, most of all, the woman sitting at the table where he’d been, her eyes shimmering with amusement and fondness.

“I think I don’t want to think about Pope tonight,” Frankie hummed, though his gaze followed him for a moment while he leaned towards Camila. “The only person I wanted to watch dance was my wife,” he added then, chin hooked over her shoulder and arm wrapping around her to bring her closer. Camila chuckled, leaning out of her chair and into his chest, moving her gaze away from Santi.

“And was it of your liking, husband?” she grinned, her nose scrunching up as she moved in. He brushed the tip of his nose to hers, head tilted as his other hand rose to cup her jaw, bringing her closer for a slow but short kiss, her whole body shifting towards his.

“Very,” he nodded, a peck to her lips, one to the bridge of her nose. 

“But seriously, Santi–” he cut her sentence off by pressing his mouth to hers one more time.

“Forget about Santi,” cheek, jaw, chin, each word a delicate kiss that made her smile only grow. She felt drunk on the feeling, somewhere between euphoria and absolute peace. “He’ll get there–eventually.”

“Fine,” she pouted, resting her head against his chest. Frankie placed her chin on the top of her head, flowers tickling his neck as she shifted. “I’m exhausted. And happy. Really happy.”

“Too exhausted for your surprise?” he asked quietly, lips brushing the top of her head. Camila straightened right away, leaning almost all the way out of her chair as she twisted her torso towards him, hands on his thighs to support herself and eyebrows arched.

“I have a surprise?” the joy on her face was infectious, and Frankie couldn’t help smiling as he nodded. “What is it?”

“Well, I’m not spoiling it for you,” she pouted again, a mock-offended frown taking over her face that had him snort and tilt his head, giving a quick kiss right to her pout. “Come on. You need shoes.”

“Should I get Alba?” she asked as they stood, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as she moved her hands to his chest. Frankie shook his head, guiding her towards the door.

“Not tonight–your mom is keeping her for us,” he moved behind her, now both arms around her middle to shepherd her forward. Her own hands fell to his wrists, head tilted slightly back to look up at him. “It’s just us tonight. Come on.”

Five minutes later, with no word to the guests–though everybody had seen them sneak away, wrapped around the other–they were in Frankie’s new truck. Just like the first night, with Frankie reaching across the seat to hold her hand into her lap, dress bunched up around her legs. The music played softer, As long as you follow making her laugh and tilt her body sideways, head resting on his shoulder. 

“You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, are you?” she asked, a quick kiss to his shoulder before looking up at him. Frankie’s gaze was on the road, but he was smiling–he shook her head, giving a quick squeeze to her hand.

“You’re gonna have to wait, baby,” his hand shifted between her thighs, fingers pushing gently into the inner flesh covered by the long skirt–her own hand was resting on top of his, the other wrapped around his bicep, leaving quick kisses to his shoulder every now and then.

The sleeve of his shirt carried the mark of her lipstick. Imprint of her affection.

She’d wanted to be that close on the very first night, too–search for his touch, search for his body from across the handbrake, ask him to stop the car and get on the roof of the car to scream and sing and dance and kiss her again. Camila had been enamored of him since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and every moment after that a little more.

“Are you staring?” minutes passed driving in quiet, the music and rumble of the motor the only noises that accompanied their breathing. Camila nodded, her chin digging into his shoulder. “Why?”

“Just looking at my husband,” she shrugged slightly, shifting a little closer. His hand curled against her inner thigh, a quiet sigh escaping him as she kissed his neck, right above the neckline of his shirt. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she moved her hand to the back of his head, fingertips brushing the shorter locks at the nape of his neck.

“Mila,” he reprimanded, hand tightening both around the wheel and squeezing her thigh. “We’re almost there. Behave,” she hummed, kissing his neck again, whatever remained of her lipstick staining his skin, too.

“We had Santi at home for two weeks,” she complained, locking her knees together, his hand trapped between her legs. “I love him, but–”

“I know,” he chuckled, thumb pressed to the top of her thigh as he stopped the car. “That’s why we’re here,” he added, turning off the car and the music with it, turning his head to look at her. Camila straightened her back, looking out the front window and then the sides, eyes a little wide with curiosity and brow furrowed. 

“Are you trying to become a widower already?” she scoffed, trees on their sides getting lost in the night darkness. Frankie snorted, his turn to lean in and kiss her neck, her shoulder, before moving his hand away and opening the door.

“Come on, I’ve gotta show you something,” he nudged her side before hopping down the truck, walking to her side to open the door for her, too, holding her hands as she came down.

He led her to the truck bed, opening the tailgate for her and showing blankets and pillows bunched up in a corner, a thicket duvet laid down across the bed as a sort of padding. Camila’s brows arched, corners of her mouth turning in a smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, turning to look up at him.

“So that is why we’re here, huh?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes a little before turning towards her, holding her by the waist and hoisting her up. She scooted back, still grinning, watching as he climbed in after her and closed the tailgate back.

“Not exactly,” he settled at her side, fixing the pillows behind their heads. “Lay back.”

Camila looked at him a moment longer before doing as he said, placing the flower crown aside–it had smushed on the side she’d rested her head on his shoulder, some petals hanging loose and some already fallen, tangled in her hair. She kept her head turned towards him, watching as he took a blanket to place across their legs before leaning back, too. She reached for his hand, but before she could intertwine their fingers, he placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head slightly, so that–

“Oh,” he watched as her eyes widened slightly, jaw softening as she lifted herself onto her elbows, head tilted back looking at the sky.

Clear sky dotted with stars, bright stars that reflected in her awed eyes. Frankie smiled, following the surprise across her face and the arch of her body as she moved slightly up, as if trying to reach for the constellations.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, sliding one hand up to reach for his hand again. This time, he took it within his, locking their fingers together.

“I used to come here a lot when I was first getting sober,” he said softly, and she looked away from the sky just to look back at him, lowering herself on her side and shifting closer. “I would drop Alba with my mother for the night and then just drive. I’d fall asleep here often, wake up with all my bones aching–it was better than getting into a bar, plus no one was ever here,” she placed her free hand on his chest, fingers curled into the neckline of his shirt. “And then I stopped needing the stars.”

“Frankie,” her voice cracked slightly, both with laughter and affection, turning her head to kiss his jaw. He curled his arm around her, pulling her closer so that her front was pressed against his side, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“I was supposed to come here that night, too–the night we met,” he cleared his throat, looking back at the sky. “Still don’t know why I changed my mind.”

“I can’t help but be glad you did,” head falling into the crook of his neck, she whispered against his skin. “If only ‘cause it led you to me.”

“Me too, baby,” he brought his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers through her hair–he could feel small petals stuck within the locks and smiled softly before twisting his head and lowering his gaze, looking down at her. At the shift of his body, she looked up as well. “And now we got married,” he murmured with a smile, and she returned it with a grin.

“We got married,” she repeated with an enthusiastic nod, leaning in to kiss the smile off his lips. “I love you,” mumbled between kisses, hands searching each other as Frankie turned on his side, too. “I’m not getting naked in the woods,” he snorted, hand tracing a slow path down her side and over her thigh, hitching it over his waist.

“That’s fine,” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, he reached with his free hand for the buttons at the top of her neckline, toying with the first without actually undoing it. “I like the dress on,” he whispered, a kiss to the top of her breast, where the skin was already uncovered.

Camila closed her eyes with a sigh as he kissed his way down across her torso, slowly guiding her onto her back and turning himself ever so slightly, one leg slotted between hers–he still held her hand, thumb rubbing slowly across the side of it while the other moved down until he reached the hem of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs to give himself more room to kneel between her legs. Her free hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up so that she could kiss him, a quiet plea of his name dancing across her lips.

She could feel him, half-hard already, pressed against her inner thigh as he stroked the soft skin of her leg–calf and knee and thigh, lingering at the garter with a grin on his lips as he traced the edge of it, Camila’s body shifting slightly.

“Keeping this one, too,” he mumbled against her lips, finger hooking underneath the garter and tugging lightly on it, lifting her leg a little but without moving the band. She chuckled softly, the noise replaced by a sigh when Frankie moved further up, brushing the junction of her leg.

“You’re teasing,” she reprimanded, the hand that wasn’t holding his moving from his chest to the back of his neck, brushing the short curls at the nape of it as she looked up at him when he lowered his gaze between them.

“I’m taking my time,” he retorted, pushing her underwear aside–the skirt was bunched up between them, wrinkling already, her legs bare at each side of his body, only half-lowered against her. “We haven’t had much of that lately,” his kisses were almost chaste, compared to the slow motion of his fingertips.

Camila sighed again, arching into his touch as he stroked her folds, each movement slow–agonizingly so. Her eyes fluttered shut when he reached the apex of her core, lips parting against his as he rubbed small circles over her clit.

Teasing, she thought, the hand at the back of her head brushing through his hair.

There had been so many words throughout the wedding–speeches and laughter and soft words whispered in her ear as Frankie’s arms wrapped around her, barely even dancing in the beginning as they simply held each other. She liked the quiet of the spot, the only sounds her quickening breathing, his own, a little harsher as he kept going and pressed himself against her, the growing noises from between her legs as he picked up his pace.

“Frankie,” she arched into his touch, opening her eyes–for a moment there was only the sky, stars blinking back at her through her hazy vision, a light trembling in her thighs as he didn’t relent. She could hear the wind and Frankie’s breathing against her collarbones, his head notched in the curve of her neck. His hair tickled her jaw, his beard gently scratching her skin. “Honey, please–” a light gasp cutting her words when he pushed a finger in, groaning quietly at the feeling.

“Just a little–” another groan when her walls fluttered around his finger, mouthing at the skin of her neck. She squeezed his hand, lips parted as she tugged gently on his hair to make him pull his head back.

“Frankie, I wanna feel you,” hushed tones rippling across his skin, a quick brush of lips to his cheek as he lifted his head and glanced down at her–cheeks rosy, eyes glossed over and lips parted, she looked back at him and cupped his jaw, fingers digging gently into his cheeks. “I wanna feel my husband,” another whisper, gazes locked as she said it.

A shiver ran down Frankie’s spine, anticipation mixed with the edge of giddiness he’d been feeling for the whole day. He relished in the way the word rolled off her tongue, the way she looked at him when she said it, the hint of a smile curling her bruised lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, arching again into his touch, the hand behind his head shifting until she was cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his bottom lip as Frankie’s breathing picked up furthermore, eyes so dark she could almost see her own reflection. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she repeated, pulling his lip slightly down before lifting her torso, weighing on her elbows as she pinched his chin, bringing his mouth closer. “Let me feel you, Frankie.”

He kissed her quickly, a cracked noise leaving the back of his throat before he straightened himself, hands leaving her–an instinctive whine left her at the sudden lack of his touch, empty hand flexing where it was on the make-shift mattress. As Frankie unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, Camila shifted underneath him, bringing her dress up enough to bare her lower half.

The beginning was quick, almost frantic–they’d spent months trying to find moments together, always interrupted by this or that thing, resorting to quick meetings in the bathroom or in the early morning, when they both were still half-asleep but at least they knew Alba wouldn’t walk in on them. Or Santi, who didn’t have the habit of knocking.

So Frankie lowered his trousers and underwear, quickly settling himself between her parted thighs and kissing her lips again, and her neck, her chest–the exposed skin, the fabric of the dress, equally. Camila canted her hips towards him, some of her wetness spreading across his hardened length, making him groan again, the noise muffled into her collarbones.

He pushed into her, a twitch of his hips as her legs fell further open and she threw her head back with a gasp, one hand up to his shoulder to hold onto him while the other searched for his again, fingers brushing his wrist first, his knuckles, until they lathed their hands together.

And then Frankie stilled, slowed down, the quiet interrupted only by their panting–it was just them, it dawned on him. The whole night was for them only, and as he bottomed out and lied flush against her, he released a long breath, squeezing her hand.

“Being crushed under someone’s weight was not how I imagined I’d go,” she mumbled against his cheek, the arm around his shoulders curling to keep him close nonetheless, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in place. She traced a path across his jaw, cheek, corner of his mouth with her own lips, where she was met by a half smile, Frankie’s free hand closing around her side.

He kissed her soft, then moved down to her chin, nosing at the underside of it to make her head tilt back so that he could kiss his way down her throat, lingering there as he rocked his hips–the motion slow, deep, making her keen softly and her heartbeat pick up.

“Feels like you’re alive to me,” he returned in the same voice, making her chuckle softly, hand buried in his hair again. “I still need you alive,” he added, thumb tracing the shape of her rings before lifting his head, just a little.

Camila moved her gaze from the sky–she’d counted a star for each of Frankie’s kiss, until the edges had blurred and there was only light, and then there was only him, looking down at her with his hair ruffled against his forehead, a flush that had spread across his face, probably matching her own, his lips parted and glistening and red as cherries. She lingered at his eyes, still dark, lashes fluttering with the slow rocking of his hips.

“Good,” thighs caging him in, she lifted her head to brush her lips to his–an almost kiss he chased, so close their noses brushed and she went a little cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze. He almost smiled. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere.”

For the whole night, they remained tangled together under the stars.

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[thepaperpanda]

Broken Yet Reunited || Santiago Garcia x Reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary:  Long after your break up, Santiago finds his way back into your life

Warnings: none, just fluff & comforting 

Word count: 2143

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Hundreds of loud conversations competed with the music that dominated the atmosphere in the bar. The audience was mostly young people. Santiago made his way through the crowd to order a drink, a dark local beer. He felt someone melting their body to his from behind before the drink was poured, and he knew you had arrived. "What brings you here, Y/N?" Santi inquired.

"I should ask you that question, Santi," you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I would never think of you as someone who enjoys such places, but I can't blame you… All the young ladies in the room."

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes theatrically. "Stop, that isn't a reason. One for the lady," he ordered a drink for you as well. "How's life treating you? I haven't heard from you in a long time."

You shrugged as you sat on a high chair next to him, patting his shoulder. "Oh, you know, doing my things, popping in and out. This is standard fare. So, how about you? I heard you're doing well."

"Could be better," he said quickly, sipping from his pint. "Been missing ya."

"You? Did you miss me? Do you know how to do it?" You asked, slightly teasingly, tilting your head. "I'm sure your cute contacts or informants are enough for you."

"No, as you can see, Y/N," he said flatly. "You're familiar with my work. I wanted to keep you safe from any potential dangers."

"I'm a mercenary, and you think I'm afraid of some ex-shady soldier's business? My cherished softie," you tease him even more.

He rolled his eyes again as he sipped his beer. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, work is going dry for the time being, so I'm using my free time to rest," you explained, taking a large sip of your drink. "I was shot in the knee a few months ago and am still trying to recover. I'm not going to run a marathon, for sure."

He frowned, disappointed that you didn't even send him a message informing him of the seriousness of the situation. "Do I want to know about the circumstances?"

"Let's call it a team misunderstanding that results in friendly fire. That's all, but I'm still alive, so it's not all bad."

Santiago slowly nodded his head.

"How are things going for you? Was it something like neck surgery? I hope you're not running around doing crazy stuff like I am." Looking at him, you raised an eyebrow.

"I've been trying, but haven't been successful so far," Santiago joked lightly before putting his palm to his nape and smiling sadly at you.

You slid out of your chair and approached him. Your hand soon replaced his on his nape. "I think you enjoy the difficulties more than I do, Santi."

He gave a small smile, leaning into your touch. "Isn't it getting later? Could we get some takeout and come to my house?"

"Are you tired of all the pretty ladies around you?" You laughed and leaned in behind him to kiss his scar. "Takeouts and your establishment? Sounds intriguing."

A shiver ran down his spine and spread throughout his body. He nodded and hummed softly.

"Let me just pay for the drink and we'll be on our way, sweetie." You said this as you kissed his nap again before walking away.

"This one's on me," he said, nodding to the bartender and leaving a few dollars on the counter.

"I'm not returning that money to you." You cautioned him while patting his back.

"I'm not expecting this, babe."

"I'm hoping so, baby." You took his hand in yours and yanked him out of that damn bar.

Then you followed him to wherever he chose to get the food.

Santiago's apartment was small and cluttered, just as you remembered. A single man explained a lot.

"Same place, same shambles. As far as I can tell, nothing has changed." You chuckled as you sat on the couch.

"Sorry, hadn't expected guests," he apologized as he unpacked the food and offered you your portion. Santiago gathered a few boxes and relocated them to the second small room that served as his bedroom.

"You haven't had any visitors since you moved in? This place looks exactly the same after... four? five years? Typical guy," you laughed. "A woman's hand is needed here."

"As you can see, there's no line of women on the horizon," Santiago joked lightheartedly as he joined you on the couch. "I'm delighted you came. I missed the old days."

"I missed them as well," You agreed and moved your legs onto his lap. "If I may say so, this is surprising. You were always the one with the most female informants."

He laughed. "It's not my fault that I'm attractive and women treat me this way."

"Nonetheless, none of them stayed. A slew of bitches... Of course, no offense intended," you said this before you started eating.

"You're talking about yourself as well?"

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up. Things were getting interesting.

"Pardon me? First and foremost, I was not your informant. Second, you ignored me on your own volition, love."

"I told you about my motivation, and if I recall correctly, you sold your mates twice."

"I swear Santi, if we're going to pull dirt on each other, you'll end up with that fork in your eye and you'll never see me again," you warned, playing with a metal fork. "According to what I know, you took four of our buddies to rob a drug lord and only three of them returned, so don't pretend to be a saint, darling."

He rolled his head back, resting it on the back of the couch, and set the food down. "True. It's been a fucking disaster. Tom was far too avaricious."

"He was never perfect. Of course, I don't think he deserved it," you sighed and popped some food into your mouth. After a brief pause, you shrugged slightly. "I have a feeling he didn't even like me. I didn't like him very much; he had a difficult personality."

"I'm afraid he never truly liked anyone," Santiago replied, rising from his seat and walking to the window, where he sat on the windowsill and peered out.

You walked over to him, placing food on the small coffee table you had obtained. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled his shoulder without saying anything.

"I'm still not over that fucking failure. I lost a friend, so screw the money."

"I know," you gave him a gentle squeeze while whispering. There was nothing else you could say because nothing you said would make things better. Actually, you've been feeling bad since you brought up the subject.

"Return to eating, darling, it'll get cold," he said, tapping the bridge of your nose. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yours will as well; I'm not returning to it unless you return to me."

He let you pull him back onto the couch where he was sitting, grabbing the box containing his meal to finish it. "Hey, did you meet anyone?"

"I did, in fact," You nodded and smiled at his slightly disappointed expression. "But don't be concerned, Santiago. You're not going to get a wedding invitation anytime soon. I abandoned him, so I am mostly alone. You? Are you sure you're not keeping some pretty girl from me?"

"I'm not," he assured, more like he'd be assuring himself as well. "No girl could stick with me as long as you actually did." Santiago indeed felt an unpleasant sting in his chest when you mentioned having someone, but thankfully it was a past thing.

You hummed loudly while chewing your food and nodding your head. "Don't give me that look, my tolerance for 'Santiago's bullshit meter' is not too high. It's something I made up with the Millers."

"What?" He cast another glance your way. "Come on, for a change, stop being a jerk."

"I am not a scumbag. If you don't believe it, ask Ben "You lay down and ruffled his hair gently. "You should know that I don't mean it negatively."

"I don't know anymore," Santiago hissed, jolting up, his palm resting on his nape.

"You okay?” You asked worriedly. "That neck, huh? Can I do something?"

"It's fine," he said but it clearly wants fine. He crossed the room to reach the bathroom, and with a shaking hand, he opened the box with pills, instantly swallowing two.

You, of course, followed him, and your palm was gently placed against his nape. "It's really that bad, huh?"

As you looked into his reflection in the mirror, he gave a slight nod and a single tear streamed down his cheek.

"C'mon. We're going to sleep. "The bed is still in the same room?"

He nodded and walked into the small room that served as his bedroom.

You walked alongside him and, once in the bedroom, you removed items from the bed. This man didn't seem to change much. You were the first to lay down when it was finished. "Please come here." You muttered.

He laid down beside you, taking an almost embryonal position, grunting a little with pain.

You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. "Is there anything else I can do to assist you?"

"It's fine this way," he said quietly, his eyes closed, taking in your warmth and presence.

You nodded and carefully placed your hand on his nape, covering the scar. "Did you miss me that much?"

Santiago silently nodded. "When you spend your entire day alone, you have plenty of time to think. And I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about recently. I missed your presence and the relationship I should have given more thought to. I'm sorry I didn't pursue you."

You wanted to say something, but your knee was acting up, so you hissed. "Fuck..." You stretched your leg in the hope of some relief, muttering more curses. "To be honest, I missed this relationship as well. To be more specific, I missed you, which is probably why I never stayed with anyone. They weren't you."

He rolled onto his back and extended his arm to you. "Come on in, doll. Maybe I should go to the pharmacy and get some pain relievers or ointment? What about your knee?"

You nuzzled closer to him and sighed deeply. "No, I've got mine, but I kind of shoot myself in the knee, pun intended. Because I can't mix them with alcohol, I'll just have to wait." You laughed as you rested your leg on his. "Oh, Santi, we're so broken. "Where have all the good times gone?"

He gently rubbed his palm over your aching knee, whispering soothing sentences into your ear. "I guess they're gone."

"Wow, and I was dubbed the 'team's biggest pessimist,' guess you took after me, huh?" Before looking at him, you moved your hand into his hair, sadly smiling. "Santiago?”

His eyes were closed as he got lost in your touch. "Yes, doll?"

"Let us try to make good again in the coming days. Together. What are your thoughts on this concept?"

"Mhm," Santiago hummed softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his hand soon stopping rubbing your knee and lying still.

"Santi? Don't leave me like that, sweetie," you kissed the top of his head softly.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled at you. "You're a tease."

"This makes me very happy. I'll be your pillow for as long as you want." You kissed his brow and gently cupped his cheek. "Maybe I should move in since we've already been together?"

"Where do you keep your belongings? I'll go get them for you."

"Well, I live with a friend now, and all my belongings fit into a box and a traveling bag, so I'll get them myself, but I was wondering what you thought about such an idea?"

"I'll make you a room in the wardrobe and the bathroom," he chanted happily.

"So eager suddenly. Look at you. Where is that sleepy pessimist that I was cuddling just a moment ago, huh?” You couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his head and his lips met your jawline.

Turning your head, you smiled and simply kissed him like during good old times.

He hummed softly. "Esta vez no voy a dejar que te vayas de nuevo."

"I hope so. Try it and I will kick your ass before leaving," you warned him with a short laugh.

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[nightmare10101]

FemReader x MaleHusband

Written with a female reader in mind, but the said husband is up for you to decide which character to pick.

(In the original, Osamu Dazai, from the hit series Bungo Stray Dogs, was my pick for the husband.)

Summary: A helping hand from your husband is always worth being grateful for.

Work has been more than difficult lately. Long hours spent doing challenging, energy draining tasks is no easy provocation, but in the end it pays off with the biggest satisfaction. Being a headstrong, independent, determined young woman has made me always prioritise my passions, goals, achievements and dreams…I would have never guessed though that at the fortunate point where I’m at I would have found the love of my life already while also being succesful together. My husband is truly an angel, but God, could he be exeptionally depraved sometimes…

Like many other times, he was begging me for a taste. “Please, let me pleasure you, love,” he said in a low voice right near my earlobe. “Let me take care of you. Worship you like the queen you are, my darling.” Nonchalantly placing a soft kiss on my temple. “I know how hard-working you are. How high you aim for in every endeavor you’re facing.” The next few kisses trailed down from my cheek to my jawline. “You deserve to be taken care of, so please, my love, let me be your stress relief for tonight.” He ceased his husky whisperings and places a sizzling kiss on the sweet spot below my ear, where my neck instantly reddens at his obscene wishes.

I mean how could I ever decline…he was incredulously persuasing me to give up my tough front, that he always managed to break…make my stubborn mind flodded with scorching ideas that muddled my clear thinking. I looked right in his gorgeous eyes and saw the admiration he held so dear for me in his heart. I think I could melt only by the sultry promises his glance was entailing. I grabbed his cheek gently with the palm of my hand and dragged his lips to mine. He kisses me like there is no tomorrow, quietly glimpsing on the hem of my pants and silently moving my hips towards the bed while he was muffling every moan that escaped due to his astonishing intrusion in my mouth.

He places me on the bed and gets on his knees in front of me and I already feel a sweltering heat all over my body. This feels familiar. The flaming torrid was on it’s way to get me. My blushing husband took off my top and undergarment off only to blush harder and saying shyly: “I’ll come back to these later.” His normally brooding manner made me chuckle, that I make him so nervous. The man in front of me unbuttoned my pants shamelessly and grabbed onto the fabric while stating: “Lift your hips for me, love”. I did what he asked of me, raising my hips and dropping them back delicately when I was uncovered. He slowly pushed my thighs open with his enormous, strong hands and gingerly placed silky kisses on my inner thighs leading towards my sopping center.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, love. All for me?” He inquired hoarsely.

“Of course it’s all for you, sweetheart.” I reply breathily.

He planted his blazing tongue right on me and started licking with a fever never known to man. All his fiery annihilation due to his mouth were making me a mess…a loudly moaning and grunting wreck, tugging on his locks that seemingly got longer this past time. I was gripping his lenghtier hair so forcefully I was afraid of hurting him when I remembered he likes that…so much that he growls in between my legs: “Fuck, mommy, you taste delicious. I want to devour you forever.”

“Uuugh….fuck, just like that, baby” I say while the burning sensation on my bundle of nerves was shambling every sense of sanity and control left. My praise relieved him, so he relishes in my essence, murmuring “heavenly” akin a frenzied, starved man.

His tongue moved so skillfully, the knot in my stomach was undoing itself rapidly. My cries of pleasure are louder and louder…deafening the lewd, obscene, salacious sounds of his meal he so truly venerated with each of his arousing lick, every lascivious suck and loving stare he was giving me while reaching the unholiest desires of his. The look in his eyes turned stormier, hazed with bliss and enjoyment.

He loved this just as much as me, loved gratifying every inch of my body that he so joyfully claimed as his first when we married and every time since then. The only one who got to see me fall apart, rip at the seems of comprehension. Not that I didn’t have the chance of seeing him lose his rationality…God, how I loved that sight.

On the brink of release I pushed his head further, moaning intensely when suddenly my vision turned white, my hearing almost vanishing, my mind thumping, my soaked centre throbbing and his rowdy eyes blurred out of my view screaming his name repeatedly…after riding out my high he kissed all the way up to my lips when he finally let me have a taste of myself on his tongue, shoving it deep like he did as before, but in another area.

Breathless I managed to croak out due to my gruff voice from the whines and whimpers of satisfaction so extraordinary: “That was so fucking good…You did such a great job, my love.” He accomplised his goal of easing my stress, relaxing my body to the verge of exhaustion.

He smiled brightly and replied: “You taste like honey, belladonna. Thank you for everything.”

I chuckled and said: “I’m the one who’s thankful. You know my body so well. I know just the way to thank you actually…” and pushed his chest on the bed, getting on top of him and already feeling his heat twitch under me…he was in for a ride and the night wasn’t over yet.

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[oumaheroes]

The Way You Shake and Shiver

Day 7 of Whumptober.

Shaking hands/ Seizures/ Silent panic attack

My own Whumptober rules can be found here, if you’re unsure what’s going on

Characters: England, France/ FrUK

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6

Context: Set a few months after Day 5

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'Here,' France passed him a mug of dark mulled wine, hot and tangy with the smell of oranges. He waited until England took it and could hold it steady before letting go, crouching in front of him and folding his long fingers over England's chilled hands to stop them from shaking.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

'You don’t have to do this.'

'Consider it payment for lodgings.'

They settled into silence. Eventually, France deemed his hands warm enough and stood, pressing a hard kiss to his temple, ‘Are you hungry?’

‘No.’

‘Think you can handle soup?’

‘Probably not.’

‘Bread?’

‘I’m not hungry, Francis.’

France sighed, ‘Suit yourself.’

He left England alone, hunched naked under blankets in a chair by the fire. For France to be here was pure luck, whether good or bad England hadn’t yet decided. But because he was here there was a stack of logs for firewood and butter and cheese in the larder and that tipped things into the positive. England might not be hungry now but tomorrow when his stomach had settled and the taste of salt was gone from his tongue he would be.

As it was, he still felt half drowned.

France reemerged from the kitchen after a time, his hands covered in flour. England had dismissed his staff before setting off for the Americas; God only knew what the state of the place was.

He’d dragged himself up from the coast where he’d washed up as a bloated lump of flesh somewhere in Sussex. As soon as he could move he’d headed for London, mind too foggy to think of anything else other than that nameless instinct to join the greatest gathering of his people, and he’d shambled along the roads like the roaming dead. Today his skin was still pockmarked and sallow, bitten by fish and the last priority for his body to repair. He’s lucky he wasn’t arrested, although perhaps he’d looked too pitiful. His clothes were too far gone to even consider keeping.

His hands were still shaking. The mug was too full and the wine occassionally sloshed up to the sides to dribble onto his fingers. His stomach clenched at the thought of drinking it.

‘This is why I don’t sail if I can help it,’ he said, brushing his hands together to clean them and nudging a stray strand of hair behind his ear with the back of one hand, ‘Especially not that far from home.’

England didn’t reply.

‘Too much room for error. And then this-’ he gestured to England, ‘is the worst of outcomes. Down there until the tides let you go, again and again and again.’

England turned back to the fire.

France came around behind him and rubbed the top of his arms through the blanket, ‘You’re still so cold.’

‘It’s normal.’

‘Doesn’t mean that it’s good.’ He ran his hands through England’s hair, strands of it falling away easily, ‘At least you were due for a hair cut.’

‘I’m going for the natural approach.’

‘Rotten and decayed does look good on you.’

England huffed.

‘Here, give this to me.’ France took the mug of wine from England’s unresisting hands and placed it on the floor beside the fire, ‘You’re too clumsy to waste good wine. I’ve put a loaf on; you’re going to eat it.’

‘Francis-’

‘A few bites. Restart your digestive system.’ He pulled the blankets higher up around England’s neck and pressed the back of his hand to his cheek, ‘Otherwise I’ll be reported for harbouring a corpse and I’d rather not deal with what you have the gall to call law makers.’

Day 8

Full Masterlist

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[bowiebond]

Sleeping Angel, Do Not Be Tempted | Byergrove | Vampire Jonathan AU

Inspired by @thatgirlwithasquid

Billy slowly turned to the corner of the room, refusing to lay eyes upon it in case it would flee again.

“…Why’re you stalking me?” It’s the first acknowledgement he’s given outside trying to wildly catch a picture of the creature. He’s not even sure if it’s human, even if it’s shape resembles it. Resembles Byers who is long dead.

The shuddering breath in makes Billy’s skin prickle with goosebumps. He sounds like an abandoned house, creaking and groaning and ready to collapse in on itself any day now. He swallowed hard.

“Well?” The irritation in his tone masks the trickle of fear in his gut. The instinct to flee from this encounter rather than encourage it.

His floorboards creak softly - they sound loud at this time of night and puts Billy further on edge - as the creature closed in. Billy is barely breathing when the darkness of his room seems to only get darker, a new shadow looming over him. He picked at his thumb nail anxiously, rolling onto his back to look up at it.

It’s a him. It’s…well, it is him. Byers. Jonathan Byers. Billy’s been awake, staring into the dark long enough to make out that fact.

He’s still breathing, but it’s loud, deliberate, and it wavers along the edges like he’s not quite used to it. Like the action is painful.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” He states it for what it is. Fact. Jonathan was found at the bottom of the quarry, an ‘accident’ that the cops put down as a suicide. He had been dead, casket funeral and everything. Until someone dug up his grave. The body was gone, reportedly stolen, and it had left Joyce Byers in shambles.

“You smell like blood.” His voice is wrecked, hoarse and dry as he licked his lips. “All the time, you…smell like it.”

Billy shrunk into himself at the words, and he jumped when a cold hand touched his jaw, thumbing over the tender bruise there.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He sounded like he wanted to cry. “I died. I shouldn’t…be here.”

“What happened that night? At the quarry.” It has plagued Billy’s mind for months.

“They— they pushed me. They pushed me, the said- they said ‘one queer outta stay dead’ I— It’s so messy in my head, and- and I can’t think when you’re so—“ The grip on Billy’s jaw tightened and he hissed as he was pushed back into his pillow, the lanky body climbing on top of him with another shuddering intake.

“I’m so hungry. I don’t understand.” He bemoaned, his grip easing as it came to drape across his throat like a blanket. His hands were freezing. Not even Billy’s hot skin could warm them up.

Billy’s read more than a couple books about mythical creatures. Read the classic vampire stories, Dracula and whatnot, but it’s insane to be so sure there’s one before him. Sitting in his lap, hovering over him.

If Jonathan’s a vampire, and his previous strength was true, Billy wasn’t getting out of this. And strangely enough, he was okay with that. Billy gasped as a long, pointed nail scraped over his neck. It cut the skin, just the first layer to make it sting, the wound pink and raised.

“It hurts.” Jonathan sniffed and Billy thinks he would have produced tears if he had any. He trembled above him, hair falling into his face. Billy reached up slowly, an eerie calmness washing over him as he took Jonathan’s cheek in hand. The brunet moaned at the contact, seeking out his warmth, the smell of blood just beneath his bruises.

Billy cupped the back of his neck and drew him in closer, Jonathan making a noise of inquiry. He ignored Billy’s tilting neck to kiss his lips, and Billy flinched at the chilling affection, Jonathan’s breathing having stopped all together as he bumped his nose against Billy’s and kissed him again, meek and chapped against closed lips.

Billy shivered, parting his lips hesitantly as the man kissed him again, and again, licking into his mouth and sharp fangs almost catching his lip as he moaned like a man tasting water after a drought.

Billy swore under his breath as Jonathan shifted off his knees, pressing his body to his, slotting himself between his legs.

He hissed when a fang caught his tongue, sharp then throbbing dully. Jonathan gasped, his grip on Billy’s waist bruising as he breathed in the scent of fresh blood. It was dizzying.

“Hungry?” Jonathan moaned, squeezing the blond. Billy sighed as he guided the vampires mouth to his throat. Jonathan nuzzled the hot flesh fervently, rocking against him with a low groan.

“Eat up.” Billy chuckled humourlessly, gasping as sharp teeth broke skin. The pain was hot, ripping through his neck and face, but then he felt a suckle, felt a stiffening cock press against his, and he sunk deeper into the sheets.

It felt…good.

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[draytnation]

Power wash

Billy Knight x Male/GN!Reader

Fluff

Just a fic about giving this dirty ass man a nice bath and some TLC

This is my first time writing a fic so I hope it's good atleast 💗

I had thought of making this as a lil silly joke but this man's hygienic state is NO JOKE

So basically your a close friend of Billy's and you've always noticed he never washes up frequently so you basically nag him into taking a bath and end up cleaning him yourself

After a long day of work you looked forward to nothing but resting in your warm bed, You finally get it setting your keys and coat in their respective places before throwing yourself on the couch and letting out a long sigh.

"Home sweet Home" You said, turning on the TV and resting for a bit.

You hear footsteps coming from upstairs as a heavily disheveled man peeks from behind the corner

"Hey Billy" You sigh turning your head towards him.

"Hey Y/N, how was your day at work" He responds

"Tiring" You said

Suddenly a musty odor fills your nose, you sniff the air to see where it's coming from to only turn back to Billy sensing that it's coming from him.

"Uhmm Billy question" You ask, covering your nose with your shirt

"Yeah ?" He said

"When was the last time you took a shower or bathe for any of that matter" You said

"Uhhhh I... Don't know exactly m-must've lost track" You squeaks nervously.

"Uh huh yeah, bath. Immediately." You ordered

"I'll do it tomorr-" He says before you cut him off

"Nope, Now come on" You said grabbing his hands and tugging him up stairs to the bathroom

You run the tap as you gather soap, rag, and a towel together setting them on the sink while you sit on the toilet seat.

"Alright let's get these clothes off of you" You said taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, as we each layer falls various scars and cut begin to show. He wraps his arm around with a look of shame on his face

"I... I didn't want you to see me like this" He mumbled

you saw tears start to form at the corner of his eyes. You wrap your arms around and a hug him tight putting your head in the crook of his neck as

"Billy you know a few little scars don't bother me" you said, taking his scarred hand and kissing it.

The shame started to melt off his face, you slowly kissed up his arm all the way to his cheek, before pulling him back in for a hug. Ever since you met him you worried for him dearly, he never took care of himself and you always did your best to push him to try. You knew you were one of the only friends he had and would always promise to be there for him no matter what.

But your thoughts are cut short as you remember you still had the tap on.

"Don't worry I'll close my eyes and open em when your in the tub " You say with reassurance in your tone.

"Alright" Billy said wiping the tears from his eyes

You shut your eyes even covering them with your hands and turn to the door as he got fully undressed and you heard him get in the tub.

"You can open your eyes now Y/N" he said

You open them and grab the rag and get scrubbing, making sure every flake of dirt was off his body, the water started to dirt as you went on

"Billy you have to take better care of yourself, please" You said as you scrubbed his back.

"I know it's just... I've been trying is swear" He pouted, You grab his face softly and look into his eyes.

"Promise me" You whispered

"Promise" He said

You give his cheek a light peck, "Good" you said, you bust out the shampoo and start working on his scalp, his hair looking less shambled.

Billy had his small grin on his face and hum in enjoyment as you ran your soapy finger through his hair, then you suddenly splash him with water, giggling mischievously as he wiped the face from his face.

"Hey" He whined.

"What, just a little fun that's all" You joked

You get all the shampoo and soap off him and grab a towel

"Alright we're all done" You said as you hand him the towel and turn to the door again.

He wraps the towel around his waist and you head out the bathroom, you get some of his pajamas out the closet and lay them on the bed and sit on the bed to look out the window.

Billy hugs you from behind fully dressed, "Thank you Y/N" He said. You swore you heard him sniffle, "No problem, always happy to help" You said.

"No one's ever treated me the way you do, I just don't know what I'd do with you" he said holding you tighter.

"oh, you've always deserved better and I'm here to give you better, y'know I care and I'll never stop caring, I love you man" You said as you turned to him.

A glow lit up in his eyes and a heart warning smile grew on his face, you felt your face slightly heat up, seeing him happy was one of the greatest joys in you life and you couldn't help but melt on the inside seeing his goofy smile.

"Alright let's get your hair dryer off and then we'll head to bed" You said, as you start dabbing the towel and his head ruffling it until his head was dry.

You both lay in the bed tucked in, the moon beaming from the curtains as the room stood dark and quiet

"Goodnight Billy" You said

"Goodnight"

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