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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting invites four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Lady Samient plays with the Commander.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,200. Rating: all audiences.)

Chapter 34: Lady Samient's Gambit (Reprise)

“And then, he offered to invite my dear Lady Orroat himself!” sang Lady Erridge, of her encounter with the Commander. “It was so terribly kind—not at all what I had expected.”

Lady Samient stirred her tea in silence; the Baroness shot her a look.

Neither woman wished to tell Lady Erridge that she had been a fool, and that the Commander had played her, because it was not Lady Erridge’s fault.

It was, as far as Lady Samient was concerned, the Commander’s. And that was a grave error indeed.

She was quite sick of the Commander, at this point. It was not as if she cared for whatever injury he might have caused her, but that which he had caused to her friends was unforgivable. And though Lady Montilyet’s attempt to fall on the sword had been admirable indeed, Samient was not to be swayed. This was badly done, and by none other than him.

Lady Samient knew quite what to do, however. The very next day, she went to the garden. As birds sang, and flowers bloomed, she prepared to mete out his punishment.

The chess table was secured; Samient laid out the pieces. A runner was borrowed, and sent to the Commander, to tell him of urgent business. From who? The Ambassador, in the garden. She’d be waiting.

Not really. It was Samient who waited. But not for long.

The Commander strode out of the Great Hall, eyes searching. He saw no Ambassador, of course, amongst the various chanters and visiting nobles who dotted the place. Not amongst the bushes or shrubbery. Not amongst the columns and brickwork.

But he did see, sat by a chess table, one Lady Samient.

She met his gaze, and raised a hand that beckoned. The Commander heeded the summon. She asked, upon his approach:

“Urgent business, Commander?”

He nodded, as an understanding of the situation seemed to settle upon him. “Good morning, your Ladyship.”

“Always chasing work, aren’t you? Why not sit, hm? Why not relax? Why not play?”

She gestured to the board, and the empty seat opposite. He glanced at both, then back to her. It was clear by his face that he knew this was not quite a genuine invitation, but she had not intended to hide that fact. He was welcome to doubt. He was welcome to fear.

But being the brave, brave boy that he was, he took the seat she offered, and pulled in to the table. “Shall you start or I?” he wondered.

“I shall.”

Samient sent forth a cavalry piece, and waited. The Commander pushed one of his own up front.

Usually, such moves were made to open the back line, and allow more powerful pieces their freedom to attack. Yet, Samient ignored them. She moved another cavalry to the fore.

The Commander took note of this, sliding out his chanter, but stopping short of performing a capture. Samient pushed her cavalry another step forward.

“How would you describe your playstyle?” she asked, as the Commander tried to divine hers. “Callous? Brutish? Unfeeling?”

The Commander introduced a Knight-Templar to the fray, and looked to her. “Is that how you would describe it?”

“No. That is how I would describe you.”

Without leaving his gaze, eyes steeled against the contact, she moved. Her cavalry. Another hex up. The piece abutted the Commander’s own.

“I see,” said the Commander. His chanter retreated. “I don’t blame you.”

An interesting response. Samient took his cavalry; hers now put him in check. “So you are aware of your own flaws?”

The Commander captured her encroaching piece with ease. “Inescapably.”

“And yet you think yourself deserving of my friend?”

“I never said I was.”

He did not have to say anything. Samient had seen enough of his behaviour around Lady Trevelyan to know that the man had designs on her, and was clearly not making them for the sake of failure.

Her eyes returned to the board. Her favoured piece now captured, Samient moved a different cavalry off the line.

The Commander paused, as if there were anything in this game to think about. And yet, all his deliberations seemed to result in was the movement of his own cavalry.

“Why aren’t you playing properly?” he asked.

Samient smiled, and sent her next sacrifice to his waiting forces. “Because you never did for us.”

The Commander nodded. “Very well.”

Same as he had just done, same as she had just done, he pushed the cavalry he had previously pushed one more meagre hex up. It came face-to-face with Samient’s. Neither could move.

Samient simply resorted to the next cavalry along. He did the same. She moved it forward. He did the same. She repeated the motion. He did the same.

Samient huffed. “Why aren’t you playing properly?”

“You say I never did.”

He continued his charade. She rolled her eyes. Instead of simply admitting his sins, he would rely upon petulance? Samient clarified:

“Why aren’t you playing properly now?”

He countered: “You started it.”

Really! The board shuddered and pieces trembled as Samient thudded down her next. “How childish,” she muttered.

The Commander smiled. “As I say”—he took another poor move—“you started it.”

Such arrogance, for a man who did not deserve to think so highly of himself. He would not have the satisfaction. Despite his taunts, Samient continued what she had ‘started’. Another cavalry marched.

The Commander did not mirror her, this time, but selected his chanter, and slid it across the board. Ha. He had fatigued, then, and decided to play at last. Samient took her banal turn.

And then the Commander moved his chanter back from whence it had come.

Samient scoffed. She continued her cavalry’s forward plod. In response, the Commander moved a castle, capturing nothing. His next go, he moved it back.

“Ridiculous,” Samient commented.

“I agree,” said the Commander. He leant back in his chair, and regarded her with intensity. “So why bother with this? The Ambassador says you’re an honest woman, Lady Samient. Can’t you simply tell me why you hate me, and spare us both this farce?”

Samient met his stare, and returned it with contempt. “Very well. I hate you because you are selfish, unfeeling, and you ruined the happiness of my friend,” she told him. “Was that not apparent enough, Commander? Did you really need it explaining?”

“No. But I believe you needed to say it.”

He finally moved his Knight-Templar, and took a cavalry. Samient shifted to defend.

“So you think you are doing me a kindness, do you?” she asked, spitefully. “How heroic you are, Commander.”

“I am sorry, Lady Samient, for what I’ve done,” he said, regardless. “I never wished to hurt y—I was ignorant, of how my actions would affect you all.”

“Why apologise to me? It’s not as if I care.”

He took another of her pieces. “Then why are we playing?”

Oh! How delightful—he actually thought she gave two shits about who he was and what he did! Lady Samient laughed, in the devastatingly haunting way only an Orlesian noble could. This was going to be exhilarating!

“No, no—you misunderstand me, Commander,” she sneered. “I only care about what you did to my friend. I do not care about what you did to me—and I certainly do not care about you.”

He brought out his empress. “I see.”

She took a Knight-Templar with her chanter. “In fact, if you wish me to be honest, then know this: I never cared about you. I was never interested. Nor was my father, who sent me here. This was punishment for me, Commander, as much as it has been for you.”

He took a castle, his eyes flicking from the board, to her. “What kind of punishment?”

“A mocking one. You are a man of ill breeding, intended as nothing more than a temporary diversion, to cure an apparent inclination towards low-born men.” Samient revealed a Knight-Templar, from her back line. “Though I never had any intention of burdening myself with you, Commander, for I am already engaged.”

The Commander stopped, mid-turn. “What?”

Samient smiled at herself. She’d hid it from Lady Trevelyan, because Lady Trevelyan knew enough pain already. Yet the Commander knew nothing, and to see his shock and insult was so, so satisfying.

“I have been for some months,” she said, as if it were obvious. “To a ‘inferior’ man, whom my father wishes me to forget in your all-consuming presence. I suppose I did try to seduce you, at first—but, Maker, you are so terribly pathetic that you did not even realise what I was attempting!”

The Commander’s face flashed, between surprise, then confusion, then hurt. Yet, it seemed, the wound that Samient cut did not end embedded within him:

“Why would you flirt with a man when you are already engaged?” he asked.

The answer was simple. The answer was the reason she hadn’t told Lady Trevelyan. “Because my betrothed is good as dead. My father sent him to the frontlines, when he found out. Try to wound me, Commander. There is no pain I could feel anymore.”

The Commander finally finished his turn, bringing his empress closer to her back line. “I recall a report regarding Duke Samient sending troops...” he muttered. “But he did so after the truce had been called. I am certain.”

“And?”

“The Inquisition has overseen the cessation of all fighting, and ensured that it has remained so. I have had no soldier reported dead in combat since.”

Samient glanced away. No. She could not let herself hope again. Her only choice, to be able to live, to be able to go on, was to assume the worst. That she would never see Vichy again.

“I have long given in,” she admitted. She pushed her chanter lazily from one hex to the next. “All I care for is to return home.”

She drew back her hair, and revealed her ears. There was little purpose in concealing it, now. He already knew everything else.

The Commander took in the sight, then returned his attention to the board. His finger hovered above his empress. “If that is all”—he stopped, and knocked over his emperor, instead—“then you ought to have just asked.”

Samient shook her head. “Ask what?”

“For help.”

She scoffed. “Is that how you will return to your favourite’s good opinion, hm? By helping me?”

The Commander shrugged. “I hadn’t thought. But no. I want to help you because that is our purpose—the Inquisition’s purpose.”

“Really? And for nothing in exchange? When doing so would attract the ire of my father?”

The Commander smiled. “Lady Samient, if I may be honest?”

She allowed it.

“I never had any intention of impressing your father.”

Samient could not help herself from chuckling. There was little she would believe coming from his mouth at this moment, but that—that she could believe. Had she only known it earlier, they might have gotten along better!

He leant forward, and told her across the board: “If you wish to be with your betrothed and return to your clan, the Inquisition can help.”

The game was over, yet Samient moved a piece. It can’t have been that easy. Lady Trevelyan couldn’t have been right. This—this wasn’t…

“To which clan do you belong?” he asked.

Samient said it before she’d even finished registering the question: “Sumara.”

The Commander nodded. “They were in the Free Marches, last I recall.”

“Yes, Lady Trevelyan said—”

He hummed. “That’s why she’d asked about it. I see. I can find their exact location. Our Dalish agent, Loranil, could travel with you, to aid you in establishing contact.”

He was speaking too fast. Or, perhaps, she was processing it all too slowly. Her mind, like the board, was a mess. So much a mess, in fact, that she spoke the next two words without even thinking:

“And Vichy?”

“Vichy?”

“My betrothed,” she said.

The Commander nodded, the concentration on his face betraying the mechanisms of his mind: “I’ll have Josephine pull strings in Orlais,” he told her. “We can conscript him to the Inqusition, then send him on with a retinue to Jader. You can meet there, before crossing to the Free Marches.”

Moving pieces; avoiding capture; protecting those who needed it. The Commander seemed to thrive upon it all.

Was this real? Samient glanced about, to the garden, to the arcade. People talked, birds sang, the sun broke free of a cloud to shine a little brighter. Signs of life, that she had not seen for months. This was real.

The Commander stood. “I can set things in motion now, if you allow me.”

Samient shot to her feet. “Yes. Please.”

“Very well. I’ll see to it—”

“Commander,” she said, before he could turn away, “I am sorry. That I attempted to manipulate you, when we met. I should have asked... long ago. Very long ago.”

The Commander shook his head. “It’s all right. If anyone should have been honest from the beginning… it’s me.”

Samient would not deny that.

“I should be going,” he told her, before adding with a smile: “I have urgent business.”

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"Sandstorms aren't all that bad."

Feyd-Rautha x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: When Feyd-Rautha and Y/n are stuck in a cave during a sandstorm on Arrakis, they both confess their feelings for one another and find a way to pass the time. Warnings: smut, breeding kink, dry humping, creampie, ink-pie, feyd in love, rough sex, soft!feyd, rough!feyd during sex, marking Word Count: 2k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Feyd monitored the spice harvesting on Arrakis carefully, his eyes watching intently; he heard the large doors open, and his head looked over his shoulder slightly. A smirk dancing on his lips, eating some fruit from his knife, he spun around, blue eyes falling on her figure. “Y/n, my darling, you’ve finally arrived. How do you like my Arrakis?” He gestured with his arms wide, a broad grin on his face Y/n swayed her body, her eyes taking in the room around her. “Your Arrakis is beautiful, my lord Na-Baron. I’d love to see more. Would you indulge me?” Y/n gave him a sultry look. Feyd tilted his head, his eyes raking over her body, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “But of course, what kind of governor of Arrakis would I be if I didn’t show my darling all its beauty? Come beautiful girl” His hand grasped hers, leading them to the Ornithopters; he lifted Y/n inside before climbing in and sitting beside her, starting the giant flying machine and taking them into the sky. Y/n admired the vast barren lands below. Feyd would often look over, a smile gracing his face. An alarm began to sound, alerting Feyd of an upcoming sandstorm. Y/n looked at Feyd with a worried expression. “What is happening, Feyd?”

 The Harkonnen grunted in annoyance, looking for somewhere to land. “We have to find some safe to stay until all this passes. We will never make it back to Arrakeen through the sandstorm.” Feyd finds a large rock formation amongst the dunes, landing the ornithopter safely inside the cavern covering the cave entrance to protect them. Feyd helped grab Y/n’s body, placing her on the sand; the two looked around as Feyd scouted the small cave. “It looks safe enough, no sign of any rats.” Feyd’s raspy voice echoed Y/n sat down, her legs crossed. Feyd sat beside her. “How long do sandstorms last here on Arrakis?” 

Y/n asked gently. Feyd shrugged his shoulders. “It varies on the storm’s severity; Arrakis is known for its hostility. Do not worry; it shouldn’t be long” Feyd prepared something for them to sleep in, gathering items from the ornithopter Y/n watched how resourceful and quickly Feyd had set everything up. “We will have to sleep in here together, and exposure to spices will affect our health. I have the equipment to make sure we will be alright.” Feyd explained Y/n nodded, listening to him. Her mind was entranced by his voice, his words, his eyes. Everything about him made her heart race; her thoughts were constantly occupied with him. In her dreams, she wanted him, and he wanted her; he had made his desire for her evident, but he never made his move. Y/n thought he didn’t feel anything for her anymore whenever they were alone. Feyd would speak sweet nothings in her ear; his lips would brush her pulse on her neck. But Feyd protected her from his Uncle; Y/n would be in danger daily while his Uncle breathed. With every retched breath that the old man took, he would plot to kill Y/n. Feyd couldn’t stomach the idea of losing her. So he would always love her but keep her at a distance; now he was Na-Baron, and his role in House Harkonnen has changed; he is now in a position where he has more power. Even so, over his Uncle, if he plays his cards right, he could overthrow him and take the title of Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. And Y/n, she would be his Baroness. 

Hours passed, and the sandstorm showed no signs of releasing its hold on the barren land. The sand and wind grip was too powerful for it to be a one-day storm. Feyd and Y/n lay under the protective shelter, hearing the wind howl. Y/n and Feyd lay facing one another; their soft breaths drowned out by the raging storm around them. Feyd had his arm draped loosely over Y/n’s waist, his face an inch away from hers. Feyd’s eyes often opened to ensure Y/n was okay, his blue eyes studying her face. Y/n looked peaceful; she always was in his presence. His ache for her continued to grow over their growing up; Y/n was a high born like Feyd, and his uncle, the Baron, had what surprised many in the imperium: a great friendship with Y/n’s father—both as cunning and strategic as each other which made them both brutal pairing. Feyd may have scoffed at his uncle’s friendship, but in that friendship, he gained Y/n. Since childhood, Feyd and Y/n were inseparable; Feyd always kept close, serving as a protection shield. Never let any man near her, let alone touch her. Feyd believed the only man with such privilege should be him and him alone. And typically, whatever the Na-Baron wants, he gets.

Y/n felt eyes upon her, causing her body to stir. Her eyes opened, seeing Feyd give a warm smile. “Feyd,” her voice was full of sleep; the Harkonnen brushed his knuckles along her cheek. “Y/n,” he whispered back, his lips quirked into a slight smirk; his voice sent shivers through her body. “Do you feel anything for me?” She asked Feyd, her fingers touching his cheek softly. Feyd’s eyes closed at the touch, breathing deeply; his hand fell on hers. His lips brushed her wrist Y/n’s lips parted slightly, watching Feyd her heart racing. Feyd moved her hand off his face and laid it back down. “Go to sleep; this storm doesn’t sound like it is clearing soon; we might be stuck here for some time” “ he murmured, his eyes falling closed once again Y/n blinked back tears as she turned to face her back to him. Trying not to cry, she slowly fell back asleep.

When morning came, Y/n heard movement behind Feyd’s hand on her shoulder, waking her gently. “The storm has passed, and we must return to Arrakeen before another storm comes.” Feyd sat on his knees as he gathered everything. Y/n stood and raked her fingers through her hair, looking down at Feyd. “Why do you do this?” She questioned him, and her tone made his heart freeze. His head turned to face her, his eyes narrowed. “Why do I do what?” He counter-asked Y/n and crossed her arms. “Lure me in, with sweet words, the brush of your hands against mine. You act like you love me or you desire me, but then you push me. I want to know why,” Y/n told him as Feyd stood, his blue eyes eyeing her with a glint of amusement. His tongue swiping his lips, Y/n walked towards him. 

“I know how I feel about you, and I may be stupid to think you feel the same. But I know you, Feyd-Rautha, you let your guard down around me. You are not the fearsome Na-Baron that everyone cowers before. So, if you even think about backing out on me now, I’ll make you regret it until your last breath”, Y/n panted heavily. Feyd smirked, pushing her against the wall, his body pressed to hers. Y/n let out a small moan at the contact as Feyd leaned in close, his breath fanning her face, his lips dangerously close to hers. “Beautiful girl, if you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to hear those words leave those pretty lips. Tell me you want me to claim you as mine so no other man can have you. I will do so, and I’ll make sure everyone can see just how much of a needy girl you are for me. And show that you belong to me, as I belong to you. So, let me hear you beg for me. And I’ll fulfil your every desire” He grinned, his ink-black teeth bared, making Y/n weak in the knees and her arousal pool in between her thighs, dripping down her legs. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him…God, I want to fuck him. She thought, cupping his face and pressing his lips to his passionately, both moaning into the kiss. 

Feyd’s hand gripped her waist, his hands digging into her skin. Y/n gasped, Feyd’s tongue invading her mouth “Feyd”, Y/n breathed his name, making the Harkonnen groan, pulling away from the kiss, his eyes closed. Pressing his head to hers, he cupped her cheek. “I love it when you say my name. So pretty,” He murmured Y/n kissed his jaw, whispering in his ear, “Feyd” Feeling him remove her still suit, he moved her away from the wall and laid her on the blanket on the ground. His hips rocked against hers, and the roughness of his still suit rubbing on her silk undergarments made her whine underneath him.

Grinning like a madman, Y/n stared into Feyd’s blue eyes, darkened with lust. Y/n’s body glistened with sweat, the rising heat from the dunes surrounding them, as well as the heat blooming from their bodies writhing in pleasure. Feyd grunted, his hips rutting faster Y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, her back arched. “Feyd” “ she cried, her hands holding onto his arms. Feyd panted, snarling; his fingers ripped her last piece of fabric, his thumb rubbing her swollen pearl, making her body jolt. Looking down, seeing her pussy convulse as her white cum leaked out between her thighs, coating his still suit. Feyd chuckled, unbuckling his still suit pants and removing his hard cock from its confines, rolling Y/n onto her stomach.

Pulling her back by her hips, Feyd leant over her body, kissing her shoulder and neck. “Remember you asked for this beautiful girl? Are you sure you want it?” Feyd’s raspy voice made her nod, and her head hung forward, moaning; looking behind her, she gazed into his eyes. “Please, Feyd, I’ve wanted this for so long” “ she begged him. Feyd’s eyes softened at her plea, and kissed her lips softly before entering her in one harsh thrust. Their sounds of loud moans and skin slapping echoed in the small cave. Feyd wasted no time in thrusting into her hard, her velvet walls sucking him in greedily, making him laugh. Y/n’s whines and moans spurred Feyd to fuck her into the ground with no mercy. She wanted him to fuck her and claim her, then he’ll give her what she wants. “Y/n, my love, you were made for me. No other man will have you; I’ve always ensured that. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. You have always been mine, as I’ve always been yours.”

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock hit her sweet spot; her walls clenched at his words. You have always been mine, as I’ve always been yours. Feyd did love her; he admitted it; he shared her feelings Y/n felt tears brim in her eyes as Feyd pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. He re-entered her Y/n’s body moulded into his as if they were made for each other. Locking eyes, both letting out shuddering breaths, Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist. Feyd kissed her neck, the sheer force of his thrusts leaving Y/n breathless. Writhing underneath, she felt her second climax approaching; a string of broken moans and cries told Feyd she was close. “Are you close, beautiful girl, hmm?” He purred, kissing her lips, tongue licking her lips, and teeth scraping her bottom lip. He could feel her walls throbbing around his cock; his eyes closed, his head hung forward Y/n let out a loud gasp feeling her body shudder and her thighs jolt at the orgasmic pleasure spreading through her body. “Feyd, please” “ she begged to kiss his neck. “I want to fill me up, mark me”, She moaned as Feyd growled, his teeth latching onto her neck and biting harshly as he came inside her filling her with his hot ink-black cum. Y/n sobbed, her body arching into his chest, the lovers breathing heavily; their eyes looked between Y/n’s thighs stained with black. Feyd smirked as he licked his lips at her slightly widened eyes.

“You begged and wanted to be claimed, so I did it.”

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Dulce Venganza!

Genre: smut Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: college!au, fratboy!jk, grinding, solo masturbation (m), hand job (m), nipple sucking, vaginal penetration, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, overstimulation, PUSSY WHIPPED JK, fluffy ending

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Attending a party held by the most popular fraternity was a one-way ticket to seeing everyone you despised, something you should’ve kept in mind before you found yourself getting holes burned into by your ex’s laser eyes across the room. You had done fairly well in minding your business all night, having gone to this party mainly for the drinks. This meant you hadn’t socialized much all night, most of your friends abandoning you for some mediocre dude upstairs. 

All you were here for was to stand still by the drinks table and look pretty. You knew how to doll up, wearing a two-piece mini skirt with a matching crop top. It accentuated your body shape and showed your assets just right. Instead of working in your favor and attracting a good-looking guy to spend the night with, it seemed to work against you since your ex couldn’t seem to look away. Even while having his tongue shoved throat-deep into a girl, he still managed to maintain eye contact with you

You knew what his plan was, he wanted to make you as jealous as possible tonight. Unfortunately for him, you couldn’t care less about what he chose to do with his life anymore. Whatever he was doing was just pathetic at this point, desperately wanting to catch the attention of somebody who no longer found him on her list of priorities.

Even then, you couldn’t find it in you to ignore his petty attempt at making you mad. It was the least you could do to spice up the night. Although the show he put on with the girl on the dance floor didn’t upset you in the least, you were sure he would be affected if the roles were reversed. Two could play at that game, even if you secretly knew that this would ultimately be a poor excuse for hooking up with someone for the night. 

You smirked to yourself while you scanned the crowd of bodies, needing to find someone who’d hit him right where it hurts, he deserved it after all. Your eyes immediately caught another pair, those of a person who’d make for a perfect target. Jeon Jeongguk.

Popular athlete, leader of the frat, host of the party and not to mention, attractive. The guy fulfilled all of the qualities your ex lacked and surely would make him weep like a little baby at night because you deserved better than him, which wouldn’t be a lie. You weren’t a nobody in your class, owning a fair share of popularity gave you a striking social life. Apart from your captivating personality, came the out-of-this-world beauty. 

This was another reason you didn’t take time to second guess your plan, you knew any guy would feel rather accomplished to even breathe your air, let alone have a night with you. You had an unmatched ability to coin any man, even those like pretty boy Jeon. Undoubtedly the perfect woman, it’d make for a great achievement to boast about to the guys lining up at your feet for a chance. 

So you began to strut towards Jeongguk, watching the smug smirk on his face grow as the distance between the two of you grew. “Eyed me long enough, usually they crawl over immediately after seeing me stare back. Almost thought I’d have to break the tradition and approach you first” He joked through the loud music.

“How sweet of you” You sneered, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your manicured hand before stretching it out towards him. “Wanna dance?” 

“Thought you’d never ask” He smiled, taking your hand in his and letting you drag him to the dance floor. Pushing your way through the sea of sweaty bodies that reeked of alcohol, you were able to find a spot to dance with Jeongguk in.

Giving your ex a clear view, you pressed your back into the boy behind you, wrapping your arms around his neck and sensually moving your body against him. His hands lowered to your waist, taking a firm hold of it when he felt you begin to grind against him.

He lowered his head down to your ear, close enough to whisper so you could hear him easier over the blaring speakers. “Dude in front of us will not stop shooting daggers at me, babe” 

You ceased your actions to turn around and face him, loosely snaking your hands around either side of his neck and cocking your head, “I know, ‘s why im doing this” You chuckled. He brought a hand up to his chest to feign offense, “So you’re telling me that pretty girl is using the Jeon Jeongguk to her advantage?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, are you gonna help me or not?” You asked, needing to know if he was still okay with this going forward. “Wanna see how upset he can get?” He smiled, eyes darting down to your plump, glossy lips. “Mmm, show me” 

With that, he pressed his lips into yours, satisfied with how you immediately melted into the kiss. The taste of your cherry-flavored gloss overwhelmed his senses, almost forgetting what all of this was about. Similar to him, any thought of your original plan was out the window, solely focusing on basking in his sweet taste. Your lips moved in sync, molding together perfectly. 

The two of you knew of each other but never took the chance to pay much attention. You were too focused on yourself to enter the dating world, as he was too busy with his sports to do the same. But this kiss, this kiss was enough to show the both of you what you had missed out on. It didn’t take much for the two of you to crave more.

The slight nibble on his lower lip had him rubbing his clothed length on you, causing you to pull him even closer to deepen the kiss. You slowly pulled away, desperate for air but not yet wanting to break the kiss. He looked so pretty above you, swollen lips and big doe eyes silently pleading to be kissed again. Just as he was about to lean in again, you pressed a finger to his lips, “Not here.” 

He cocked a brow in confusion, following you upstairs into an empty bedroom nevertheless. You were quick to continue the kiss, swiftly locking the door and pushing his back into it. You swirled your tongue around his, swallowing the breathy moans he let out. Your leg came up in between his own, firmly propping it against his crotch as he began to grind down on it.

The feel of his hard-on made your stomach flip and you suddenly found yourself asking Jeongguk permission to remove his shirt to which he agreed. Immense pleasure shot through him as his tip rubbed against your thigh, rapidly bringing him down from the short high he was on.

“W-wait Y/n..” He pulled back, “He isn’t here anymore” his puzzled look made you snicker at his oblivion. “What, did you want an audience?” You asked, watching his chest heave up and down at the feel of your leg still pressed against him. You cupped his cheek, lifting his gaze towards you, “This stopped being about him as soon as you kissed me” You inched your knee higher, “But we can stop if this is outside of your intentions.” your finger grazed his cheek affectionately, watching him melt into your touch.

“No! I mean… No, it’s alright..” He confirmed, brushing the stray hairs out of your beautiful face. Fighting the urge to kiss him, you focused on getting comfortable. “Go sit on the bed and take your pants off, baby” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go on to follow your instruction, watching him sit against the headboard and quickly remove his pants along with his Calvin Klein boxers.

His pretty cock sprung out, thick veins leading to the swollen red tip that grazed his lower belly. You walked towards the foot of the bed, helping you get a more direct view of Jeongguk’s figure. “Want you to touch yourself for me, yea?” You asked, smiling at the compliant nod you received. You began to unzip the back of your corset-like top, letting it fall to the floor exposing your perky tits.

Content with Jeongguks reaction, who eyed you down with his bottom lip caught in his teeth while he gave a light squeeze to his length, you began to slowly slide your skirt down. You made sure to wiggle your hips a bit, adding to the show you were putting on for him. Once your skirt was fully discarded, you pulled down the skimpy pair of red laced panties you’d purposely worn for tonight, not knowing that the boy who’d be lucky enough to see them would be Jeongguk. 

You walked over to the side of the bed as he followed you with his eyes, watching you climb the bed and sit on his lap, close enough to his cock that he could almost feel the heat radiating from your core. He instinctively bucked his hips up, searching for your touch after he let his hand fall to his side. “Eager baby?” You asked before he mumbled a quiet “Yes.”

Your hand came down to his cock, using the thick glob of precum that had gathered on his tip to easily glide your hand up and down his shaft. He threw his head back at the way your hand worked around him, pressing your fingers into his weak spots like you’d done this with him before. “Right the-ahh” You ripped a whiny moan from his mouth by brushing your fingers under the head of his cock, showing you he no longer cared about who could hear him, if they even could.

Unable to keep his hands to himself at this point, he brought one down to grip the side of your hip, while the other trailed up to cup your breast. He rubbed the hardened bud, making your hand fasten its pace on his cock. “Wan’ you” He looked up at you with glossy eyes, never breaking eye contact as he leaned down to latch his wet tongue onto your nipple, swirling his wet tongue around your soft skin.

You sucked air through your teeth at the sensation, bringing your free hand to run your fingers through his wavy locks while you stared in admiration at the state you had him in. So compliant and malleable under you, ready to pleasure you at any moment yet so needy for the bliss of his own. “Just like that Gukkie..”

A combination of your moans and the sound of your hand tugging on his cock filled the room as he progressively began to leak more, a sign that he would come soon. His breaths became arrhythmic while his chest pressed flush against yours, hearing him become more vocal by the second.  

As much as you’d like to watch him whine around your tits while he came undone beneath you, your core was aching for his thick cock to fill you up. “Uh uh,” you tutted, ripping your hand away from him and chuckling at his protesting mewls, “Inside” You caught his lips in your mouth, slowly using your hand to guide his cock. You hovered above him, allowing your arousal to drip down his shaft. “Ride me, y/n, p-please” He choked out, not needing to say more before you sharply sunk down on his cock. 

He felt his breath hitch in his throat and limbs turn into jelly as his cock entered your plush walls, growing slightly dizzy at the feel of your immense wetness coating his shaft. Due to contrary belief, he wasn’t too much of a ladies man. Being too immersed in his studies and sports, he only had time for a casual hookup every once in a while. Despite his lack of exposure to women, he swore that it couldn’t get better than you. The way you so pleasantly sucked his cock into your tight pussy had him seeing stars, leaving him an incoherent mess of babbles underneath you.

As for you, the stretch his girthy cock had offered you was unmatched. The position you were in had his tip grazing your G-spot every time you bounced on his length. You had set a gentle pace, not wanting to make Jeongguk cum before you could do it together. Your stomach was already feeling hot and tight for sure, but at the same time, you wanted to see how much Jeongguk could take. 

At this point, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer before he suddenly bucked his hips up, earning a moan-gasp mixed with both pleasure and surprise. “Can’t s-stop.” He feverishly moved against you, causing your hands to land on his shoulders for balance purposes.

The headboard rocked against the wall while you attempted to sputter a “Keep going, be a good boy and make me cum” as his cock continue to drill into your insides. “Feel so good” He cried out, screwing his eyes shut as he felt his seed eager to spill into you. “L-love your pussy.. Love how you feel a-around me, could do this for hours” He whimpered, fucked so out of his mind that the only thing he could think of was your cunt and nothing else. “Yea?” you breathed out, “Gonna make me cum around your cock?” You asked.

“F-fuck mhmm, gonna-” He threw his head back, unable to even keep talking. “Look at you baby, can’t even form a sentence. Do your friends know what a whore you are in bed?” You grabbed his chin to raise his face to yours, “Cum with me.” And with that, he was pumping his load deep into your pussy while it mixed with your own essence, making the fluids messily run down his balls and thighs.

It still wasn’t enough for him to halt his movements, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of you. Even through stuttering hips, he continued to pound his cock into your sensitive cunt. It wasn’t until you tapped his bicep to let him know that the pleasure was fading into pain, that he finally came back to his senses and slowed his thrusts until coming to a full stop.

You let your weak body fall on top of his, feeling his big arms wrap around you while he gently pulled out his cock. The two of you took your time to come down from your highs, needing to catch your breath for a minute. He was still feeling the aftershocks of overstimulating himself while trying to recover from the trance you had put him under. Your fingers soothingly rubbed circles on his skin, whispering a light “You okay?” against him. He hummed in response and held you tighter, before feeling your body vibrate on top of him as you broke out in giggles.

“What?” He smiled, watching you lift up your head to face him. “Nothing, just didn’t expect you to go all pussy-drunk on me” You leaned down to kiss his rosy-tinted cheeks. “What can I say, takes a special one to unlock that side of me.” He grinned, showing his bunny teeth even after you had wrecked him. “How flattering.” You leaned back down to lay your head on his chest, wanting to spend some time with him before the night ended.

Even if the two of you knew this wouldn’t be the last of it.

A/N: wake up babe cherigu posted

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[iqzo]

PLAYA

(black!readerxshyarmin, strangers to fuck buddies, college party, reader’s a known player, virginity lost, blowjob, guidance)

“she’s a player, dude. i wouldn’t recommend.”

his brunette friend comments when he noticed the girl his shy socially awkward friend was eyeing in the distance, armin’s head snapped at him. “she’s a player?” almost in disbelief at the fact that a beautiful girl like you who seems so innocent in the face could be a player. “yep,” eren says adding emphasis on the p. he brings his red cup to his lips, drinking his liquor. “b-but she doesn’t look like one.” eren chortles, “looks can be deceiving, min.” armin nods his head softly, his eyes still lingering over the skimpy black outfit you wore. it was so tight on your body, displaying that shape which had every man ogling you.

from every corner of the room armin could notice men licking their lips, a smirk pressing against them watching as you talked to your friend. he wanted to have the courage to walk up to you, but armin knows a girl like you won’t go for a guy like him. the nerdy boy, a nobody, the introvert friend of a popular extrovert person. the homebody. the guy who shrieks at his favorite anime mini figurine coming back in stock after being out of it for a while now.

you don’t seem like the type to date a boy like that. not at all, your eyes rolled denying another advantage to this guy who walked up to you, sasha eyes you confusingly, “woah. you okay?” you peered at sasha answering her question with a simple nod, “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you asked as you took a seat by the bar. “because that’s your what…—“ she began counting on her fingers listing every guy you denied, “—4,5,6th! six boys. six hot boys, and you denied them all.” you rolled your eyes.

“my roster is filled with the same ol’ same ol. i need some …spice, yk.” sasha hummed agreeably, “i understand. so why don’t you try blonde who’s been eyeing you ever since you got in here,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “blonde?” you repeated softly tone laced with dubiety. sasha hand quickly pointed out the boy, armin’s eyes go wide he quickly ran around the island counter. eren eyed him confusingly as he watched him hide, “boy what the fuck is you doing?” he questioned pushing his body off the island from leaning on it, he ambled around stopping to see armin with his knees to his chest hiding.

“h-her friend saw me eyeing her, what if she thinks im’a a weirdo? a creep?!” he panicked. face flushed with embarrassment, eren’s emerald eyes glanced up seeing you walk into his direction with a smirk. “nah, ion think so.” armin peeked through the cracks of his finger, staring up at his friend. “what makes you say that?” eren chuckled, taking his finale sip before answering.

“because she’s heading our way right now.”

armin’s heart dropped to his ass, firmly planted his feet on the ground. seeing black dots clouding his vision due to how fast he stood to his feet. “hey eren,” you smirked waving your fingers at the brunette, “sup,” he sends a head nod stepping out of the way to allow you to greet his friend.

“and you must be?” you asked your freshly done hands on the counter as you stared up at the blonde whose face was quickly turned red by you being only a few inches away from him.

“i—i-i’m a-armin.” eren shakes his head watching it all go down, “hmm~ that’s a nice name.” you grinned propping yourself on your arm, your head tilts slightly as a smirk slowly lines your lips. “i heard you’ve been ogling me ever since i stepped into the party, armin.” god hearing how smooth his name rolled out your mouth made his pants tighten, “shit, i-i’m sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable.” eren steps out of the kitchen leaving you with him, you chuckled lowly, he’s so adorable. the way his frames were slowly sliding off his face, his ocean doe eyes struggling to hold eye contact. flimsy veiny hands playing with the hem of his wool sweater, his blonde locs framing his face perfectly, it was messy but it a neat way.

“oh , i wasn’t uncomfortable.” you spoke with a soft tone, “o-oh you weren’t?” he asked through a chuckle finally his eyes lands onto yours, “that’s good.” he smiled softly as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “i just wanna know….what was going through your head when you saw me,” he stood there with open widen eyes, his mouth jolting like he was trying to form a sentence but nothing was working, his brain completely stopped once he heard that comment.

it was something very inappropriate, vile, disgusting, he couldn’t even say it. you noticed his quietness, you licked your lips slowly, “you wanna show me?” everything was happening altogether, it was too much for armin to handle.

it’s his first time being out and now he’s getting his dick sucked in the guest room, by the school’s player! he couldn’t even keep his eyes open you were sucking him oh so hard, his glasses foggy and messily rests on his face. you’d fumble with his balls, massaging and squeezing them in your hold. as your lip and tongue went to work on his 7 inch girthy cock that had a vein running along the side, pulsating. “w—wait! ahh fuck~” he moans out. you slowly started to swallow him whole, your nose pressed up against his blonde pubes, armin’s never felt this type of pressure before.

he has been sucked off only once, and it was trash.it was so trash that armin never wanted that to happen to him ever again, but when you fell down to your knees and went to work…god it made him second guess that decision.

“i—i’mm, fuck, m’cum” saliva and pre cum coated his dick as some drips from the corner of your mouth painting the floor you kneeled on. you slide your mouth off his cock with a ‘pop’ swallowing the precum he left inside before speaking, “you gonna cum baby?? hmm~?” he nods his head frantically, you began to stroke his cock faster than before. “cmon, baby, cum, where you wanna cum hm? on my face or these tits you were staring at” armin eyes squeezed shut, as his hips rises up fucking your fist.

“t-tits!” he stammered out through a prolonged series of high pitched broken moans, you scooted closer stroking his dick with his tip pressed against your cleavage, “cmon baby, cmon..” you moaned moving your head to suck on his balls, which set him into a whole another dimension. you could see in your peripheral vision that the muscles in his thigh started clenching, you peered up staring through your eyes brows watching at how hard he gripped onto the ends of the bed knuckle fading out its original color.

you retract your head back to it’s original position, “i—i’m- it’s coming, oh fuck! it’s coming.” he groans aloud, god he’s so lucky the music was blaring through those expensive speakers or everyone would’ve heard him sounding like a bitch getting fucked. when in reality, he’s just getting his dick sucked.

after one long stroke, there it came. long strings of white spewing out from the tip landing in your cleavage, while some spurts landing on your face. his breathing his unsteady, coming down from that amazing high you dipped the tip of your finger into the puddle of semen, bringing the finger into your mouth.

you sucked it off clean, staring at him intensely while you did it. taking your middle and ring finger doing the same thing but this time traveling to your lower throbbing, soaking, area. spreading your legs apart you took the finger and coated your pussy with his cum, moaning softly at the feeling. “lay down, i wanna fuck you.”

armin chokes, “y-you wanna fuck me? w—we just meet.” he says while his back slowly falls down onto the bed, “yeah, and i just gave you a blow job.” you retort whilst climbing on him having your dress ride up your thigh. “t-that’s different,” he projects. you straighten yourself on him crossing your arms on your chest, eyebrows knit together. “if you don’t wanna fuck that’s fine.” you say as you started removing yourself from his lap, but he quickly stopped you.

“n-no i-i-i do, it’s jus that..” he avoids eye contact with you, glancing at every object in the room. “u-uhm,” he rubs his neck sheepishly, “i-i’m a virgin.” as he finally retraced his way back to your eyes, he noticed a cunning smirk on your lips, “oh? so i was the first person to suck your dick?” he chuckled softly, “n-no, the first person was trash.” your eyebrows embossed with slight shock, you snort out a laugh. “but you’re my first overall.” he said shyly, you hummed softly.

“ion wanna break your heart pretty boy, i-“ he immediately cuts you off, “o-oh you won’t.” he stammered out as he straightened himself up on the bed. his muscular arms resting at your side, you removed the fogged up glasses from his face and rest them aside. “i won’t? what makes you think that.” you asked as your hand combs through his hair than landing at his neck rubbing at the neck hairs which were standing against his neck.

“b-because..” he don’t know what made him think that, maybe he’s that desperate to feel the inside of that man eating cunt. you chuckled leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “you just want me to fuck you hm? you wanna feel my walls tighten around your cock armin?” he swallowed dryly at your explicit words.

“y-yes” he whimpered as his hands squeezed your waist, watching you sit back on his lap. you bite down on your bottom lip, releasing a giggle. your hand latches onto his cock, you began to line yourself up before slowly impaling yourself down. feeling the girth of his dick sliding into your walls was amazing, armin released a shaky exhale from his nose. his lips were rolled in watching his dick getting inhaled by your warm cunt, finally the whole thing was inside resting easy between those gummy walls.

“f-fuck,” you grunt clawing down his chest, “‘m gonna move, okay..?” armin nods as his hands find purchase on your waist feeling it rise before it came back down onto his lap, he stifled a moan which made your eyes sharpen, “don’t hide those pretty noises from me, okay?” he swallowed dryly, before allowing himself to express how he felt, how you made him feel.

“o-kay.” he moaned out his thigh clenches and shakes gently, “you feel so fuckin’ good, fuck, yes,” you chanted now rolling your hips on his cock, armin’s face flusters up. hearing how you praised his cock made his stomach tingle, he peers up staring through his eyebrows. watching how arched your back was, your hands gripping onto the headboard as your faced scrunched up from the way his cock kissed that spot which made your toes curl against the sheets.

he licks his lips, god you look so beautiful. milking his virgin cock, but he also wanted to participate instead of laying there watching you work your way on his dick.

he grasped your hips, causing you to look down. “wh..what are yo—OH! fuck” he took your hips and slammed it into his lap, making your thighs ripple at the action. “fuck!” armin groaned, his blonde locks stuck on his forehead by the sweat dripping off the sides of his face whilst the other strains messily rest on the pillow. “d-did that make you feel good? am i making you feel good.” he whispered letting you rest on his chest while his hips thrust into yours, “y-yes armin, fuck, right there baby.” you whimper brought him to a near orgasm, he had to brush away that feeling. he wanted to make you cum before he did.

since he heard stories about that.

your hands combed through his hair, stomping at the back of his head. “harder.” you whined softly, armin swallowed harshly picking up the speed like you wanted him too. “a-am i doing good, y/n?” for a virgin he was shockingly hitting the right spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head before responding to his question.

“y-yes, you’re doing great min, just sh-shit! shut up and fuck me.” armin whispered an okay, taking you to your orgasm with toying around with your sensitive bud.

you let out a gasp, “oh fuck armin, i’m about to cum.” you moaned biting down on your lip. “me too,” he huffed out, “me too.” he hoarsely said.

the sounds of your cunt squelching made armin feel even more hotter, “fuck you’re so perfect.” armin whimpered squeezing your hips tightly as he too felt his orgasm approaching. you picked your head off his shoulder and glared at him, “shut up.” you grumbled softly, armin smiled softly, he licks his lips to talk once more. “you’re so sexy on top of me,” your eyebrows furrowed slightly, his hips coming to a gentle thrust whilst his hands runs all over your body. “s-stop.” you blushed, he bit down on his lip. swiftly, he turned you two over. your eyes widened by how fast he did it, “but you look even sexier beneath me. taking my cock like a good little princess.”

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[dpr-stay]

Shadow | FA14

Fernando Alonso x Wolff!Reader

Written and SMAU

Warnings: General Crack, Reader was pregnant at one point, reader is female, egregious ignoring of real world events.

WC: ~2.9k (she small)

Reader is just that girl in this one, sorry. Also how easy is it to tell i’m not 40 years old. Anyways, not edited and just written because i had the idea. When will i actually write romance and not just scenarios?

Being the sister of anyone related to any sport meant your face would be known within the community, whether you wanted it to or not. The number of people increased exponentially when the person you were related to was someone incredibly important within that community.

For example, your brother was Toto Wolff, a billionaire who was the Team Principal of a fairly well known F1 team. You might not have heard of them, Mercedes might ring a bell? This meant you were unwittingly paired with F1 wherever you went.

Whether it be a function for one of the many hospitals or health care clinics you’d set up or even one of the many charity gala’s you’d played a part in funding, you’d always be asked a question or two about formula one and whatever DRS is. 

Honestly, you didn’t mind it at first, always laughing it off with grace and even playing into some rivalries at times, but as you got older and you achieved more things past having a rich brother, it began to get annoying. I mean, you weren’t even that far off his net worth, only around a billion, surely that was more interesting than what your favourite spice girls song was? (You answered ‘Spice up your life’)

So, sure, the fact that even the questions reporters shouted at you as you walked from your car to your front door was about your brothers doing’s instead of your own did piss you off a little. You were only human after all, and having your achievements ignored in favour of your brother’s continually grated at you. 

However, you were loyal and never let that get the best of you. Even after performing a heart transplant, you could entertain some 24 year old journalism student about what you thought your brother's funniest moment was in order to maintain his brand.

That was a situation similar to the one you found yourself in right now. You’d walked out of the office at around 9 at night, the toll of the amount of paperwork that came with managing four medical practices and countless other endeavours taking it’s time to break you down. 

You were on your phone, your do-not-disturb on as you scrolled through your contacts. The time-distance didn’t bother you, it was probably morning for whoever you were trying to call anyway.

The fact you hadn’t really been looking around, instead focused on the phone ringing in your hand, as you sludged from the elevator to your car that was parked the furthest possible distance from the elevator (surely as the CEO you could have a private park) didn’t work in your favour as a group of reporters jump-scared you by calling your name.

You jolted, whipping around and holding your keys in between your fingers, prepared to stab someone. But, at seeing the shocked and surprised faces of the journalists and the shine of the camera lenses they were pointing at you, you withdrew your hand, executing a perfectly practiced relieved sigh. 

“Sorry, you scared me there.” You said laughing, gesturing in front of you with your phone, quickly hanging it up as the call was answered, a dumb ‘Hello?’ not having the chance to echo through the garage. The reporters thankfully brushed it off and started a spiel about ‘results’ and ‘engines’ and blah blah blah. 

You tuned it out, hopefully maintaining a politefully interested face through the ordeal. It was nice that they hadn’t commented on the eye-bags you were harbouring or the smell of cat vomit that was emanating from your clothes after a poorly timed spew from your cat over your laundry this morning.

The curling lip and tightening nostrils of one of the camera men had you trying to resist smiling as the man holding the microphone kept going, though you quietly reprimanded yourself about not spraying more perfume as you left your office.

“Regardless of results, do you still think of Mercedes as your favourite F1 team?” The reporter finally asked, you snapping back from staring at the exposed wiring that lined the roof of the garage. A smile was plastered across your face as you responded.

“Of course! I’m big on family loyalty so yeah, Mercedes will always be my favourite team.” You said, pursing your lips and shrugging. The reporters exchanged glances and you minutely tilted your head at their reaction, curious. Were they not expecting that? The interviewer glanced at his colleagues before he turned to you again, microphone perched and ready to be used.

“Have you seen any news recently?” He asked as impartially as possible. You raised an eyebrow. Now, what did that mean? Had Toto said something mean about you? Did Mercedes collapse overnight? 

You doubted either of those were the reasons, you’d have definitely heard of it. A quick glance at your apple watch revealed the opposite however, the over 1000+ missed notifications you had displayed as you fidgeted with the scroll wheel. Due to the display screen being small, you couldn’t see much but you saw a lot of driver’s names, ‘AHHHHH’s, and questions about Toto’s mental health. What on earth had happened while your cat had been retching on your business wear?

You decided to play it safe, teasing the reporters while not revealing if you had seen the news or not. A raised eyebrow and a hand bringing itself to your hip hopefully clued them in to your goading intentions as you answered.

“Is this news the reason you are trespassing on private property?” The whole crew somehow blanched as they took in the fact you were right. The garage was locked unless they had a security card but, as the creator of the company, you knew of the small chain link fence on the ground floor which could be pulled back and crawled under.

You patiently awaited their responses, glancing between all of their faces as they collectively tried to come up with a reply. The hive-mind didn’t succeed though, you eventually calling it after a few awkward seconds, sighing before giving them what they wanted.

“What’s the news?” You asked, almost begrudgingly watching as the interviewer’s eyes lit up. You recognised that look, the look of an intern realising they could finally be paid for their work, as you’d lived it many times.

“You are Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush!” The reporter said, the collective watching you with baited breaths as you processed their words. Now, as an almost fourty year old woman with a successful business and job, you weren’t quite sure what reaction they wanted.  Say, twenty years ago, you probably would’ve been able to put on a performance, fanning yourself as a dopey smile filled your face. 

But you had more pressing things to worry about, such as if you’d get home before your daughter had to be put to bed. You were already pushing it, staying at the office so late, and you knew the disapproving glance the baby-sitter you’d hired would have once you got home would make you feel worse.

So you reacted the only way you could think of at that moment.

“Oh, yeah that. I already knew that.” You said dismissively, waving a hand as if to swat a fly from your face. The look on the group’s faces was pretty similar all around, confusion.

“So, you have seen the news?” The reporter asked hesitantly, slightly dropping their microphone and you shook your head, an deliberately incredulous look crossing your face.

“No…? Is that really the news that made you break into my company’s garage?” You asked, disbelief leaking into your voice as you looked all of them in the eye. The corners of your mouth raised slightly.

“So wait, you knew you were Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush without seeing the interview?” The interviewer drew your attention back and you nodded along with their words.

“Yeah.” You said simply and then thought before adding, “Though I wouldn’t quite say I’m a celebrity.” 

The group of reporters had unknowingly stumbled on a gold mine, something that your tired brain refused to accept and something they didn’t even know. You’d probably have to play it safe from here on out, careful not to reveal too much about how you knew that Fernando felt that way about you. Sorry, Fernando Alonso felt that way about you.

“Whaaa.. You’ve never said anything or done anything?” The reporter asked, leaning in closer, the microphone coming dangerously close to touching your lips. You looked down at it and drew back before starting to speak.

“Well, no. Just because I knew about it doesn’t mean I should do something about it. I said I’m loyal to Mercedes, I’m not breaking that.” You mumbled into the microphone as it edged closer and closer to your lips. 

The looks of incredulity that were spread across the group that had accosted you nearly made you laugh, as though it was impossible that you’d known and not done anything.

In fairness to them, when you’d learned that Fernando had some sort of interest in you, say around 8 years ago, you had had a bit of a tiff, something you were a little embarrassed to admit, and then you’d promptly asked him out. He refused to accept that though, meeting you the next day and asking you out with more flair. 

You’d already accepted before he’d gotten the words out and bam, all of a sudden you were wearing the reddest scrubs you could find when you were walking around the hospital instead of the black one’s you’d been wearing since Toto became team principal. It was an inconspicuous form of representing the man you’d grow to love, something which had come with a lot of warning and pleas to reconsider from Toto.

Life had continued, and after a very busy 2019, you had fallen pregnant, something which you had thought definitely wouldn’t have happened at your age. But life finds a way I suppose and there you were, a baby Alonso permanently attached to your hip.

2020 was a nice year, Fernando being able to be there to see the baby grow from a, for lack of better words, crying sack of flesh and into a crawling child something that you cherished. However, life continued and Fernando went back to racing while you eventually returned to the hospital and your philanthropy after a few years, returning back to take care of your baby after shifts.

That’s where you were at at the moment, having been living together for well past the amount of time your parents had ever though unmarried couples should be. The newly acquired ring on your finger had quietened their worries though it increased the groaning of Toto and the joy coming from Geri. 

You were a bit confused, though, why Fernando had decided to bring you up in an interview. You’d thought that you both had decided to not talk about it if not asked, though the possibilities of being asked about it were almost slim-to-none. 

To be fair, if he’d been blatantly asked who his celebrity crush was and he said someone else, you would have been a bit miffed when the inevitable message from that person rolled into his inbox. 

But still, it was curious what a reporter was doing asking a fully-grown man what his celebrity crush was. Maybe it was a gossip article, or maybe it was something to do with Taylor Swift and trying to get him to admit to their secret relationship.

The reporter in front of you cleared their throat.

“If you haven’t seen the news then and you are loyal to Mercedes, you’ll probably be happy to know that Lewis Hamilton also said you were his celebrity crush!” The excitement in their voice was obviously staged as they read the pre-written line, as though they were put off that you weren’t more hyped, but all you could think was ‘there it was’.

You probably should’ve seen it coming, to be honest, Fernando not the guy to try and one-up. You couldn’t wait to go home and watch the video footage of the inevitable glare he’d thrown at Lewis before speaking threateningly, probably holding himself back from spilling about the family you’d both created. 

That was probably why he’d waited a few seconds before picking up the call that you’d hurriedly hung up, preparing himself to face the brunt of your giggles for a few minutes before you calmed down. 

However, you hadn’t been able to tease him about the thing you didn’t know about because of the reporters who were filming you, waiting for your reaction to the news Lewis Hamilton himself had a celeb-crush on you, as though that even meant anything and wasn’t a way to get on Fernando’s toes. 

“Oh.” You said after a second. The crew deflated and an incredulous look showed itself on the interviewer’s face as she processed your word before quickly covering it up.

“You’re not a big Hamilton fan?” She asked, trying to extract something more from you. You shrugged.

“Don’t mind him.” You simply remarked before exaggeratedly yawning and checking your watch. You then made a dramatically shocked face and turned back to the cameras.

“Well I best get going!” A slight accent that you’d never used before sneaked into your words and you cleared your throat.

“I trust you guys know where the exit is.” You said, referring to the camera crew before turning around and making your way across the garage to where your car sat.

“Do you have anything to add?” The interviewer shouted across the cavern in an attempt to get something more from their visit and you turned as you walked, spinning around your keys. 

The group looked a bit defeated, the glimmer in their eyes dulled as though they thought they would’ve gotten more lucky than what they had. You couldn’t but take pity on them, the thought of them putting in more work after this to try and get a good story playing on your heartstrings.

Anyways, Fernando had already done a little bit of the revealing of your relationship, what could a few more hints do?

“No, sorry!” You yelled back before pausing a second and continuing slyly. “I’m just gonna go home to my kid, hopefully you guys get home safe to your families.” 

Really well done there, inserted completely naturally. You turned back around, hearing the gasps echoing from the group and the increase in chatter as you unlocked your car, hopped in, and booted it up.

You quickly called Fernando as you got in the car, him picking up instantly. 

“What was that about?” He asked, the sound of his voice playing through your speakers making you smile as you relaxed back into the seat, watching the increasingly frantic movements of the young reporters. 

“Sorry, I got ambushed.” You said as you pulled out of your parking spot and followed the lines till you reached the entrance, waving at the group before pulling out of the garage. There was little-to-no traffic as you drove through office blocks, before pulling onto the highway.

“Ambushed?” He asked worried and you replied, telling the story of what happened that had caused you to hang up on him. He responded and laughed where appropriate, a skill that he’d gained over years of talking to you.

When you’d finished he went quiet and you enjoyed the silence, one hand on the steering wheel as you pulled off the highway and into your quiet neighborhood. 

“They know we have a child?” He asked and you nodded before responding.

“They know I have a child.” You affirmed and he sighed, pondering a second.

“They know it’s not with Lewis right?” You couldn’t help the giggle that spouted from your throat, you eventually having to pull over as the ridiculousness of the situation dawned over you.

You couldn’t see but on the other side of the world, Fernando was laying in his hotel bed, a smile on his face as he listened to you laugh. The story you’d told had been strange, though he supposed it was his fault, and he was glad you could see the humour in it instead of panicking. He thought for a second.

“Should we come clean?” He asked and you stopped laughing, silence coming from your side of the phone. He called your name, his smooth accent pronouncing it perfectly. You had both hands on the steering wheel, pulled over somewhere on your way home to your child, with your soon-to-be husband on the phone, debating whether or not you should reveal your relationship.

It had been long enough, you were plenty secure in your relationship, but you were worried about the impact it would have on your child. You didn’t want them to grow up in a world were they were stood in the shadow of their parents instead of being recognised for being themself, you’d lived a version of that and knew how frustrating it could get. 

But it would be nice to be able to go to races and be with your fiance instead of your brother who could get incredibly annoying, incredibly fast. You finally nodded your head, the decision coming fast as you weighed the benefits and cons.

“Let’s do it.” You said finally and you could hear Fernando sigh in relief and mumble in agreeance.

The way that Toto’s name had popped up on your phone after you said that still haunted your dreams sometimes.

hope you liked this unedited mess

It’s past 12 I’m sorry

#fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #f1 oneshot #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #f1 smau

[animezinglife]

Hot take:

What I like about Elucien is that it's not the scorching, fire-hot chemistry that's overwhelming either or both of them. It's not those charged interactions that make you think they're going to tear into each other at any given moment.

They don't know each other well at all. There's deliberate distance; hesitation and control. They're a bit shy around each other and definitely awkward. It's such a far cry from that snarky, silver-tongued, sassy emissary in Lucien we're used to, and Elain's essentially having to start her life completely anew. They both have a long way to go, and they both have a lot of healing to do.

He never pushes her. He doesn't "prowl" towards her, loom over her hitting her with the kind of look inviting all kinds of temptation, or even hint at any sort of dominance with her.

Because that wouldn't be right for Elain. Not right now or anytime soon, at least.

He's trying to get to know her as a gentleman would: talk with her, learn a bit more about her. Get a sense of her interests/hobbies and things that make her happy. He keeps his distance when he knows she's not comfortable, and he doesn't cross that line. He buys her an achingly thoughtful gift, but doesn't insert himself into the equation and merely leaves it for her when things get tense with Feyre.

Yes, we all love to joke about that a fire in his blood and all its burning implications, but to me, it's his mind and self-control that make him so sexy.

I love that Elain--who's more shy and uncertain of her agency than her sisters ever were--doesn't have to contend with someone who's constantly undressing her with his eyes or making every excuse he can to touch her. He looks at her, sure, with sadness and "longing," but there's a gentleness to it and how he is with her that makes both him and them as a potential couple refreshing and all the more "earned."

It's different for this series. Slower and sweeter. It's also achingly painful as a reader, but the potential for something beautiful to form is addicting.

I just think it would make it all the more powerful when--if--they do finally truly choose each other. That foundation could become so incredibly strong, rooted in deep understanding, then friendship, then love.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not downplaying the potential for some excellent spice, but I like to think it'll play out very differently with a little sweeter meaning. I'm convinced she'll be the one to unravel if they ever share so much as an otherwise-innocent kiss.

But right now? Lucien's basically doing the equivalent of giving a girl his number so she can call him when she's ready to talk and go out.

Do I think her sisters treat her with kid gloves? Sure. Do I think they underestimate her and what she wants out of life? Absolutely, but that doesn't mean she's still not a little more reserved than they are (and likely always will be to some degree).

He'll meet her halfway and is allowing her to choose where that point is.

#elucien #hypotheticals #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #it's been a long stressful day. let me have this #acowar #acowar spoilers #acotar

[straylightdream]

champagne & wax

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: bang chan x f.reader

establish relationship

↳ after two years together you decide to spice things up.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: I decided to reworked one of my old stories on here that I wrote back in 2020.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom! bang chan, wax play, praising, dirty talk from Chan, begging, nickname such as baby and baby girl, unprotected intercourse, teasing

After two years together you had the wise idea to spice things up. You probably should have suggested something like role play or like new positions, but you had the wise idea to let him pick. You trusted Chan completely and you knew he would never do anything to hurt you. But you also knew that he had a dirty mind. That evident by the dirty words he would whisper in your ears during sex, and when you would be out while he’s trying to rile you up.

Sitting on the edge of your bed you are wearing a robe waiting for Chan to get back from the store. He said he wanted to get champagne. You weren’t going to argue with him. Especially since you weren’t sure what he has in store for you.

The sound of the door opening in the distance catches your attention. A few moments later he walks into your room with a bag in one hand and two glasses for champagne.

You bite back a smile as he walks over and sets the bag on the dresser. He seems slightly nervous which is very unlike him. He’s normally so smooth when it comes to you. The fact that he seemed nervous left you feeling a little anxious.

He pulls out the bottle of champagne and container of strawberries, and then a candle. You were unsure how those three things were gonna spice things up.

“Chan?”

He turns and looks at you biting his bottom lip, “yeah?”

“What did you want to do?” You stand up and walk towards him.

“You can totally say no. I don’t want to do anything that’s gonna make you uncomfortable,” he’s rambling so you can tell that he is definitely nervous.

“Chan you’re making me anxious just tell me what you want.”

He reaches on the dresser and grabs the candle. He holds it out and your direction. You take in your hand and read the label, “safe for skin, sensual candle.” Your eyes go wide realizing exactly what he wants to try. You knew it couldn’t hurt you, if it could there was no way he would ever even ask.

“Did you want to try it?” You ask, handing Chan the candle back to him.

Slowly he nods his head. You’ve never seen him this nervous when it comes to being in the bedroom.

“I trust you Chan.” A smile forms across his face, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours for a kiss.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he puts the candle back on the dresser. You trust him more than you have trusted any other person you had ever been with.

“Okay. Let’s have a glass of champagne before we try.”

He wasted no time popping the bottle open and handing you a glass. You sit together on the edge of your bed. His hand is resting on your thigh while the other hand holds his glass of champagne. His thumb slowly rubs gentle circles on your. He always does this when he knows you're nervous. You make small talk but it’s clear you're both still a little nervous about what you wanted to try.

He takes your empty glasses and sets them down on the dresser. You take your robe off showing him your lingerie you had bought just for today. It’s a black lace set with crotchless panties.

He’s staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He steps towards you rubbing his hands up and down your curvy sides. He licks his lips slowly.

“You look so stunning,” he groans. From the moment he met you, he’s always made you feel like you were beautiful. He never lets you doubt your self confidence.

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a searing kiss. You feel dizzy as his tongue slides against yours. Never in your life has someone kissed you the way he kisses you. He makes your world feel like it’s turning sideways as his hands slowly drag up and down your skin while your lips move together. Pulling away from you he’s wearing a lopsided grin.

“I bought it for you,” you whisper as you push your fingers through his dark hair.

“What do I do first?” you ask.

“Lay down on the bed baby.”

Stepping away from him you silently follow his command. Laying on your fluffy bed you look over to see him stripping away his clothes. He’s left standing with only his overpriced supreme black boxer briefs. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to his excitement that is straining against his boxer briefs. He walks over and opens your nightstand pulling out a lighter. He lights the candle and sets it on the nightstand. He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

A few moments pass before he grabs the candle and moves on to the bed so he’s sitting on his hunches next to you. Your heart races slightly with nerves as he stares at you. Leaning down he places a trail of kisses across your chest settling your nerves.

“Ready,” he asks.

Silently you nod. You can’t help the mixture of nervousness and excitement you’re experiencing.

Slowly he pours a small trail of warm wax above your belly button. It doesn’t hurt really there is just a slight sting.The feel of the warm wax on your skin leaves you wanting more. The wax dries on your skin and he watches you intently trying to read your reaction.

“Did it hurt?” He sounds nervous.

You shake your head, “no do it again please.”

The corners of his mouth curl up into a grin and he says, “my dirty girl likes it.”

Reach over he pours a trail of wax up your thigh and while it dries he drags his tongue across the bare skin on your other thigh. The feeling of the warm wax drying on your skin and the mix of tongue on your skin is overwhelming. You moan loudly as he continues to kiss your skin.

“Baby girl you look so good,” he growls.

“Chan, it feels so good,” you whimper.

“You want more?” he asks

“Yes,” you moan.

He pours another line next to the one he already placed on your stomach. He leans forward kissing your chest and works his way up to your jaw. His kisses are sloppy and wet and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

As the wax dries you can’t take it anymore. You need more from Chan. He has you so turned on from this.

“Baby sit up and remove your bra,” he says.

Without saying anything you follow his lead.

“Chan please take me,” you whine.

His lips are ghosting your skin as he whispers, “okay baby girl. Sit up for me.”

You do as he says and you look at him curious to see what he wants you to do.

“Can you please take those pretty panties off?” he asked you so politely. He was being so gentle with you.

Taking your underwear off you sit it on the bed and watch as Chan strips away his boxers. He’s left standing in front of you naked and proud. Crawling back onto the bed he spreads your legs and sits back on his hunches. His hands run down your soft sides as he moves closer to you. He runs the tip of his length through your fold. You gasp at the feeling.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

He takes the candle in his hands again and slowly pours a trail of warm wax across your tummy. You can’t help but gasp. He pours one line before sitting the candle on your nightstand.

“You did so good baby,” he runs his tip through your folds his board head nudges you sensitive clit instantly making you moan. He has you on edge just the way he loves to do it.

He pushes into you in one slow motion. He grabs your legs, putting them over his shoulders as he leans over to be closer to you. The moment he bottoms out he’s looking down at you with a sinful smile. “You’re doing such a good job.” Nothing turns you on quite like when Chan praises you. Your body burns as you blush at his words. “Can I move?”

Silently you nod, unable to think of anything to say.

Your bedroom is filled with the sounds of your moaning and panting. He rolls his hips into yours over and over each time receiving a moan from you.

“Baby, I need you closer,” you whine.

Sitting back he drops your legs and he hovers over you still connected. He kisses his way across your chest. Taking your nipple in his mouth he sucks gently. You claw at his back wanting him closer to you.

“Chan you feel so good,” you gasp.

He releases your skin and gives you a wicked grin. Leaning forward he licks the shell of your ear before whispering, “baby girl you’re taking my cock so well.”

“I was made for only you,” you whimper.

You weren’t really a fan of dirty talk before you got with Chan, but there’s something about his low voice whispering in your ear that just pushes you over the edge.

“Are you gonna come for me?” He growls.

“Yes,” you moan.

“Then come,” he follows his command by crashing his lips into yours for a searing kiss.

You quickly find your release, your high washing over you as you come. Your chest rises and falls as you try to steady your breathing. Your walls pull at his length as he remains steady thrusting into you. Running your fingers through his hair you tug on his dark hair receiving a groan. He picks up his pace and groans your name as he finishes inside you painting your walls white.

Laying on top of you he kisses your neck gently for a moment. Rolling off you he smiles at you.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you more,” he responds as he crawls off your bed. He remains naked as he walks off to your bathroom, he returns holding a warm washcloth.

“Let me take care of you,” he drags the warm cloth across your skin that is covered in wax. You can tell he might be slightly nervous if you're hurt.

“Chan,” you say, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“I really enjoyed that.”

A smile spreads across his face, “did you wanna take a bath together?”

“Yes please,” you smile.

He grabs the carton of strawberries and goes off to the bathroom with you. He draws a warm bath and fills it with lavender scented bubbles. You two spend the evening sitting in the bath eating strawberries together.

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[dev1lm4n]

4 + 1

pairings: bodyguard!joel miller x f!reader

summary: the apocalypse didn't happen. joel shift jobs into becoming a bodyguard for a billionaire’s wife. four times joel realized he's in love and the one time he actually did something about it.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: explicit (18+), p in v, no protection, infidelity, implied domestic abuse (not by joel)

notes: this is my fav to write by far ♡ if ur a writer or loves reading, chat me up and let's be moots

Clementine hues of orange sauntered in through the slick frame of her kitchen windows, causing a layer of tinted filtering to be added throughout the boring beige paints littered all around. Everything was in honeyed tones, beautiful and soothing. He had to admit that there was something godly about your kitchen. Something he couldn’t resist.

It was much different compared to the heavy smell of paint and cement he’s smothered in back when he’s still dwelling in construction. Instead of the constant buzz of drilling and swings of hammers into wooden panels, he’s now embraced in an endless collection of Jazz. His shoes are now polished— he could even see his own beaming reflection in the shiny black. A fitted tuxedo snug against the broad of his chest— a total 180° change from his Texan classic style of flannels and denims.

Joel used to think that he’s all too ill-mannered to be participating in the posh bullshit rich families are prone to, but when he saw the ads your husband was posting out, he couldn’t possibly decline the offer. The pay was enough to get Sarah all the way through university without picking up loans and it came with barely a risk.

He was just there to follow a billionaire’s pretty little wife around, carry your bags of impulsive purchases, and drop you off to go drink martinis with your girlfriends. The gun tucked into his back pocket was merely for show. After all, his dirty scowl is usually enough to set people aside. So, he signed the contract and was tied to what he envisioned to be a snobby flashy gal.

But you were an anomaly. 

You were the opposite of the few descriptive words your husband mapped you out as, which he recalled to be ‘bimbo’ and ‘a pain in the ass’. You were lovely. The kind of girl that’d bake your husband a sweet tray of apple pie in your cute little dotted blue apron. He was guilty of watching your every move. Every bend, perk, curve of your body. Because, duh, he had to make sure you weren’t harming yourself. What if you accidentally set a fire off in the stove? At least, that’s what he’s telling himself to fend upon his guilt.

“Come on. Open your mouth, Joel!” you cheered excitedly at the sight of your glistening apple pie, cut open into perfectly eight slices. As the fork pierced through the warm, flaky crust of the apple pie, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and baked apples filled the air. The crust crumbled ever so slightly as the fork lifted a generous slice, revealing the warm, gooey filling. A persuasive look keen on your face as you raised your fork forward, just a few inches away from his pursed lips.

“I don’t think I should, ma’am.”

“Why not?”

“Your husband’s coming home soon..” he trailed off, uneasy about the increasingly delicate situation.

“So? Married people can’t have friends now?”

You could closely watch his determination waver, because god did your apple pie look good even from a distance. But he shouldn’t be doing this on the job, right? Playing kitchen with you out of all people.

“We’re not friends.”

“Oh, we’re not?”

“No,” he shook his head. 

Only to entertain you and play into your own rhythm of things, Joel sank his teeth into the tender apples and buttery crust, sweet flavors exploded on his tongue. The warm, rich filling oozed out of the pie and coated his palate in a heavenly blend of spices and sweetness. What made it better was the shy smile you had on your face, unmarred by what the world had to offer. Your eyes twinkle fondly, sparking what felt like fireworks in his belly.

“Good?”

He simply nodded. Joel chewed slowly, averting his gaze away from you because who knows what he might start to imagine if he’s constantly being presented that view of you.

“Mr. Waterford’s gonna like it,” he reassured.

“Wait. Joel. What does that spell out?”

You enquired, brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of the word he’d just put together on the tiled board. Your lips pursed and you tilted your head slightly to the side, as if trying to get a different perspective. It seemed that your feigned innocence managed to work wonders in your bodyguard’s head, because his brows knitted along with yours, seemingly worried that he might actually get the word incorrectly. It may have been the nth time that you toyed around with him childishly, but it’s not your fault he always had such a silly expression to share each time.

“Darling,” he read the word aloud innocently. Texas twang dripping from every syllable.

“Yes, honey?”

Joel looked away bashfully at your playful banter. You could tell he’s raking his head to find ways to try and guide the conversation back into a safe spot. To maintain professionalism, where his heart doesn’t have to race a million times per second and his palms doesn’t have to turn all clammy from a childish joke. But he’s failing. Miserably at that. He tried to muster up the courage to respond in kind, but his mind went blank, leaving him tongue-tied.

“I’m just joking. You’re not mad, are you?”

Of course, he’s not mad. He could never be angry at you even if you sometimes do the weirdest things he could ever think of, like that one time last week where you decided you should try out every single barbeque sauce available in the supermarket. You’re just too sweet to be angry at. Snow could melt if you were there beaming that same dear smile of yours, miracles could happen if it was you. Joel thought that this was his punishment. A karma for all the terrible things he did throughout his twenties, the girls he fiddled and the money he possibly swindled. It’s hard to watch you and not be able to put his hands on you. It’s unfair.

“No,” he whispered vaguely as he drew more tiles from the messy pile. Joel looked amazingly dedicated for a bodyguard who’s being forced to play Scrabble with his employer’s wife— you found it hilarious, which resulted in the delicate giggle you uttered.

“Why don’t you hang out with your actual friends, Mrs. Waterford?”

You frowned.

“First of all, never call me by his name. Second, why do you care so much about who I hang out with?” you seethed out petulantly.

Even when you’re throwing a silly tantrum, he still looked at you as if you held out the sun and the moon. As if you’re the beginning and the end, but you weren’t going to assume what might just be a figment to your foolish imaginations.

“Sorry. I just.. I don’t have to play the dutiful, elegant wife when I’m here. I don’t have to pretend like I enjoy tea times and chalky macarons.”

You hate playing dress up when you’re just there to be your husband’s little pet. Ready to serve him at your every move. It’s suffocating to pretend like you’re content with how your life turned out to be, to giggle at condescending jokes other wives make, or to let your husband degrade you in front of other members of the high society. You felt like a mannequin and you’d rather be here, comforted in your own qualms with Joel. Simple ol’ Joel from Texas who took such good care of you.

“I can’t say I understand.”

Joel chuckled, thinking back to his rather ordinary background. He didn’t think he ever had to participate in any social events unwillingly, except when his mom dragged him to church on Sundays when he was younger, but that was different. You were in another realm. Someone who’s not equal to him.

“Although, I’m glad you feel at ease with me.”

He’s so good with his words, you sometimes wonder if those sweet compliments actually meant a thing. You simmered at his encouragement.

Tonight marks the evening of the Annual Spring Ball. Joel, being the country boy that he is, didn’t have much clue regarding what significance this particular event held. Although, he guessed that it was a big thing considering the pile of dresses you’ve dumped carelessly in front of your walk-in closet. You’re always so messy. Maybe he liked that about you.

He stood aimlessly, feeling like a nervous boy waiting for his prom partner to reveal themselves. It crept from inside his stomach and the grip it had on his throat grew tighter and tighter the longer you took in that damned dressing room. You’re not even going with him to this presumptuous event. You’re going with your damn husband, so why is he getting ahead of himself?

“What do ya think?”

You came bursting out of the pale blue curtains like a ray of sunshine, cladded with a long fitted evening gown. He was convinced that black belonged to you. The gown was made of flowing, luxurious fabric that draped elegantly down the womanly curves of your hips.

He couldn’t help but take a peek down your classic plunging neckline, like a fucking pervert. A flattering scoop that showed off your delicate collarbone and décolletage. Viewing a glimpse of your soft mounds propped up by the tailored bodice had him shifting from one leg to the other. God, you looked like a goddess blessed you personally. Waterford is a lucky man having you by his side.

“Is it too much?”

“No. It’s just..”

Joel swallowed thickly. How he wished he could say how you’d stolen his heart and robbed him of common sense.

“You look beautiful. Mr. Waterford would’ve-”

“Can we not speak of my husband?”

You interrupted bitterly. He wasn’t sure if he saw it correctly, but he could see a look of solemn ghosting over your sweet features. How you suddenly stop being all chirpy and instead, settle on chewing your inner lip. Joel was worried and it took all of him not to prod into whatever it is you’re hiding behind all the kind and warm facade. He was simply your bodyguard and that’s all he’ll ever be so why impose?

“Will you help me with my pearls?”

“Of course.”

He swiftly walked over to the jewelry case he’s grown accustomed to, not because he ever had thoughts of stealing your precious belongings, more so because you’ve allowed him to enter and assist you in your bedroom way too often. He’s memorized every inch of the blush tinted room without fail, maybe because he was a good help or maybe.. because he’s undeniably infatuated in you. With much precision, he held the shiny pearls in between his rough fingers. Only to gently clasp the chain around your neck. The ghost of his fingers on your bare skin made you shudder in anticipation.

He might’ve overstepped his boundaries by tracing over the exposed skin of your back, feeling the bumps of your spinal cords as if he’s a professional harpist. His gaze settled on where you felt the most plush and smooth. How he wished he could feel more of you; was the rest of your unexposed skin this delicate? Did you like this?

A pregnant silence enveloped the both of you. A mutual understanding. You were nervous, enough that you could listen to how your heart pumped blood into your increasingly warm cheeks.

“What is this?”

He broke the sacred silence at the irregular hues blooming from beneath the velvet fabric. Blues, purples, some were still inflamed, red marring your sacred skin. You were bruised. Bad. His eyes went wide at the sight of permanent scars shaped like a long rod buried deep in your skin, the new skin much lighter than your skin tone. If he weren’t attentive, he would’ve missed the way it hid underneath the hemlines. 

The worst part was you didn’t say anything. Just showcasing him the same ol’ smile as you turned.

Ever since he saw your marks, the ones you’ve tried your very best to cover and withheld from the world, you’ve avoided him more than ever. Joel Miller was specifically assigned to you. To cater to your every need and protect you from the danger you might encounter, but it’s hard to do his job properly when the danger was from within.

He’s seen the way you lock your doors in his presence, leaving him uneasy as he guarded in front of your door. He’s also noticed how you stopped baking sweet apple pies, quit picking the juicy strawberries in your garden, and were lost in your own thoughts more often than anything. Maybe you’ve had enough of playing house with the lousy bodyguard he was. Maybe he was too old, too wrinkly, and too nosy for your taste.

“Joel?”

“Yes,” he answered almost too eagerly at the pleasant call of his name. His puppy-like brown eyes peaked through the small crack of your door.

“Come in. I have a surprise for you.”

A surprise for him? Didn’t you hate him? Joel looked almost entranced at the sudden knowledge. He took a determined step into your room, your wooden door creaking close behind him. You narrowed your eyes to strengthen your vision towards his striking figure. Without shame, you took in all of him. You’ve missed him as much as you hated to admit. Joel was a crucial part to your daily life. He’s a breath of fresh air. The only thing keeping you alive when you’re caged in this mansion.

“Winter’s coming.”

“It is,” he spoke softly, out-of-breath at the sight of you in your nightgown. His pupils dilated erratically at what you’ve blessed him with.

“I knitted you and Sarah matching scarfs.”

You pulled out the most beautiful pair of scarfs out of your side table, decorated with your favorite shades of ballet pink and powder blue. It wasn’t the cleanest work out there. A few loose and uneven threads here and there, but it was the most someone has ever done to him in a very long time.

It felt sincere and heartfelt. You even knitted one for his daughter who he’d only mention briefly during your time together. Once during your weekly Scrabble game and the other time when he entertained you during a house party. He smoothed the thick fabric down, tears pricking his eyes from the emotions budding from within.

“Are you seriously crying?”

You chuckled at the sight, arms crossed in front of your chest at the sight of your tough and grouchy bodyguard tearing up over some scarf. Joel meant more to you than you could ever admit. Maybe this’ll show him that part of you, just enough that your husband would never notice and you could still play it off as an act of kindness.

“That’s so lame, Joel.”

Fact is.. you were magnetic. The sweetest thing he’s ever witnessed in his long thirty six years of life, yet you’re stuck here playing wife of Waterford. Joel wanted to be your knight in shining armor and bring you to safety where he’d cherish you all his life, but what could he do? Should he just witness you wither away into an empty shell? The thought brought up the long awaited bravado and he was already bringing you up into his arms. Wrapping you in a tight embrace where all he could feel was you and only you. The softness of your pliant body, the smell of strawberries and cinnamon, and your undeniable warmth.

“You’re not happy,” he muttered underneath his breath, brows knitted and wrinkles evident.

“I will be.”

You paused.

“I have to be.”

You reassured him, pulling away from his grasp slightly. Your longing eyes bored into him with a tinge of emotion he couldn’t quite decipher, but it all became clear when you finally kissed him. You tasted better than he could ever imagine.

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

His voice was tantalizing, the rough bristles of his scruff tickling the curve of your earlobes in a manner that made you feel small. You couldn’t really pipe up a sweet comeback to what he had to say. Not when you’re pinned face down onto your fresh floral sheets, the same one you’ve spent countless nights with your estranged husband.

The crisp fabric felt cool and smooth on your squished cheek, you could even smell the lingering notes of softener wafted through the air. Joel caged you in like some sort of feral animal. Thick muscular thighs pressing next to your own as he loomed over you.

“You’re driving me insane, darlin’. Bending over with that silly knitted dress of yours.”

He murmured out into the junction of your neck. Always so careful with you, he made sure to smooth down every inch of your pristine skin, over each and every one of your scars and marks. His fingers were electric, jolting you every time he made bare contact.

You whined a soft tone when he pulled the wool hem of your dress upwards. Leaving your perky butt exposed to the cold air with nothing on but the panties you’ve chosen specifically for him. The one with the pretty pink bow and lace rimming each side; the one you knew he’s secretly pocketed a few times.

“Fuck. Such a pretty cunt. Is this for me or for Waterford?”

You were just too good to be true. Someone so perfect like you was willing to let him have a taste of what heaven on earth was, even when your husband was downstairs mingling with the other party guests. Joel was ecstatic at the thought. His eyes twinkled with obsession as he pulled your panties aside, probing a finger into your sloppy hole. One of his fingers was swallowed whole by your throbbing cunt and all he could hear was the loud squelching noise it made. It was as if you hadn’t been filled to the brim for a very long time. What a waste.

“For you. Only for you, Joel.”

Joel couldn’t hide the smugness running deep in his expression, pulling onto each corner his mustache. The constant need to prove himself to you tipped him over the edge. He wanted to be gentle with you, to be kind and cautious, because you were his everything, but it’s harder when he’s already leaking in his boxers. Seven inch, uncut, and sensitive. His fat cock thrived at the thought of you aching beneath him.

“He didn’t fuck you well, did he? Left you all wet for me.”

He teased sweetly as he unzipped his pants eagerly, only to tug at his waistband swiftly. Joel felt the adrenaline rushing through his headspace. It might be fucked up but somehow he wanted to prove how good he is for you, how he’d let your husband barge in if it meant proving how you’re such a good fit for his girth.

At the thought, Joel leaned forward to nip at your pulse point. You whined for more. He cooed softly, making sure you were slick enough as he flicked his cock along your needy slit. His thick raspy groans were heavenly, yet sinful for you to hear. You’re married for goodness sake.

“Put it in me, Joel. Fuck me. Please. Now.”

Your incoherent begging was music to his ears, enough that he gave in to your requests. He prodded his leaking tip into your entrance. Joel was unable to hide his pleasure, lashes fluttering as he rolled his hips in one sharp movement. He had to stop immediately once he’s buried deep in your velvety walls. Knowing he’d burst if he was to continue. He let out a breathy chuckle, grounding himself with all his might.

“Joe-el!”

That’s all you could muster as you pushed your hips further back into his, babbling hopeless pleads in hopes that he’d move and solve the everlasting coiling need. Such a slut.

“I got you, darlin’”

He held you steady by the small of your hips, adding ample pressure to have you arching back nicely. Joel fulfilled his promise by sheathing himself entirely within you. Slick and sloppy, he pounded into you. You’re on cloud nine. Desperately muffling his name into your bed sheets as if it’d make a difference in the boundaries you’ve crossed on this eventful day.

The golden ring band encircling your finger taunted you whilst it glimmered underneath the dim lights: all about your failing marriage and your stupid affair. You knew this wasn’t going to last long. Hell, things could fall apart if your husband caught a whiff of Joel’s cedar cologne on you.

“Stay with me, please, darlin’”

Joel looped his tough arms over your chest, effectively straightening you upright against his firm chest. His tip probed deeper inside you at the new position, exploring places you didn’t think was possible. You couldn’t see him and you thought it might be better. For you didn’t have to remember how unbelievably hot he looked while fucking you from behind; you’d worry his name would slip in your head when Waterford finally required you to cater to his needs.

“Run away with me.”

He tried once more and you had to say, it was quite a romantic gesture to attempt when he’s twitching vulgarly inside you. There was a sense of need in his voice. He’s begging you to leave all this luxury and royalty behind for the love he had to offer. What was it.. modern times Romeo & Juliet? You let out an airy moan in response, backing up even further to fulfill your burning desire. The coily dark trim on the base of his slick cock scraped your soft skin. He’s inside you entirely. Without any barrier because god did he secretly want to pump you full of cum. Maybe he'll let you wander back onto your husband's arms with his cum still stuffed deep within you.

“I can’t.”

You shook your head, a soft gasp slipping past your lips as his grip tightened around your wrist. His nails dug out crescent shape marks into your skin uncomfortably.

“Joel. Shit. Don’t move.”

He obeyed. A small grin taking over when he witnessed the shake of your legs and how you looked heavenly even when you’re seconds away from climaxing. He relished in the way your tongue cutely darted out like a dog in heat. You’re still cute even when you’re all spread out for him.

“I love you.”

He whispered once more, voice fleeting against your ear. Joel needed to kiss you. Needed to feel your soft lips on him for what might be the last time. His nimble fingers gently guide your jaw to turn his way, wrapping you in such an emotional kiss. As if you’d wither away if he didn’t hold you down tight enough.

“Please say it back, darlin’. Please?”

And just like that, he submitted to your wishes and let the mighty dam fall apart. A soft groan you’ve never heard before mused out his parted lips. He’s filling you up so full with a taste of him to the point that it’s leaking out each side of your thighs. A white rim left behind. Tonight he thought that maybe white belonged to you as well, just like black did.

“I love you too, Joel.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller tlou #tlou #the last of us #the last of us fic #the last of us imagine #joel miller smut

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under the Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Domestic violence mentions, hints at child abuse, child abuse mentions violence, phantom pains

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Again, none of this is beta read. We die like the younglings Anakin snuffed in the Jedi Temple

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @bad4amficideas

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Chapter 3:

The Victims

You sighed, checking the little egg timer in your apron pocket to see how long until the scones you were baking had left in the oven. Fifteen minutes. Ugh.

It had been a few days since Steven had come in and purchased his pillar of books. The two of you would make small talk, him thumbing through books and rambling about a subject on ancient Egypt that he knew. The moment you brought up your own obscure facts you have memorized from the things your father would read to you as a little girl, Steven’s eyes lit up and he got the biggest grin on his face, and launched himself headlong into info-dump mode. It was kinda cute, really, how excitable he got. You could tell the poor guy probably didn’t have many friends, aside from his brothers, whom he’d told you about, and a friend named Layla. You also found it endearing how his messy, bed-raggled curls would flop over his face, or how animated he’d seem when he would interrupt himself to bring up another fun fact…

But, it had been a day or two since he’d come in last. And to be honest, you kinda miss the guy. He was probably the nicest most engaging customer you had. He even admitted that he didn’t come in just for the books. He told you he liked your teas and treats, and he loved the comfortable atmosphere of your shop over a crowded cafe. But one day, he just had to ask:

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” He started, looking at the muffin in his hand.

“Hm?” You hummed as you stocked shelves.

“Are these… vegan?” He seemed hesitant to touch the muffine now, as if it were poisoned.

You giggle softly. “Yes, actually. I try to use recipes that everyone can enjoy. Vegan, gluten-free…”

“Oh! Wonderful!” He scarfed the muffin down rather quickly after that, his nose buried in the textbook on archaeology he had in his hands.

You set your phone down as you sipped your spiced tea. It was a rather cold and gloomy day today, not uncommon this late in the year, but still, it sucked. It reminded you of where you grew up in Maine, off the coast. Storms blew in all the time, you’d remember as a little girl getting up in the morning, wanting to run outside and play, just to be met with a dark and angry sky, blistering winds, and pelting rain.

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Your poor little six-year-old heart was crushed one day when a particularly bad squall blew into town, and you were trapped within the confines of your house, arms crossed, feet firmly planted as you glared out the window, lip wobbling.

How dare the weather ruin your plans for the day? You were going to play in your treehouse! Now the stupid wind was gonna blow it away! And if it did, your father would have to build another one, and that would take forever!

“Hey, there, Lil’ Bit.” Your dad said, kneeling behind you, as you stubbornly looked out the window in a seething rage. So, so angry for a little girl. You inherited your temper from your mother, surely. Though you personally never saw her mad, of course. Ever. But then again, she worked so much…

Your mom was what your dad told you was a “breadwinner”, which was a term you found dumb. You mom never entered contests and she certainly never won bread as a prize. It was so dumb! Why did adults have to use such dumb words for things?

“Hey, kiddo.” Your dad sang, leaning forward from where he was crouched to put his chin on your tiny shoulder.

“No, daddy, ‘m angy.” You mumbled, trying to shrug him off as lightning flashed in the distance.

He chuckled, his voice warm, much like your favorite pair of fuzzy socks after they were just taken out of the dryer. “Come on, princess. It’ll pass. They always do.”

“But why did it have t’ do it today!” You whined, not budging.

“Dunno, kid. The sky just felt like dumping buckets, I guess.” He said, humoring you.

“Daddy...” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Clouds don’t use buckets!”

“Sure they do!” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you. “You just never see em!”

“You’re silly.” You scoff.

“You’re silly!” Your dad laughed, scooping you up and spinning you around, finally getting a smile out of you as you shriek in laughter.

He tucked you against his chest and kissed you on your forehead. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some sna–”

His eyes went wide and he gasped when you writhed, crying out and wincing like you’d just been struck.

“Babygirl, what’s wrong?” He asked, hurriedly sitting you on the couch as you curled in on yourself. He could see the welts start to peek out from beneath the sleeves of your little pink shirt.

It was happening again.

The pain in his heart gripped him like ice, knowing he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain his daughter was feeling. His poor, poor baby girl, whose soulmate was constantly being inflicted with whatever horrors they faced with.

He would curse it, sometimes. Your mark. Your bond. You were already enduring abuse that wasn’t directed at you. Or maybe it was in a way… Given that it was happening to your other half. Who you would one day meet. Maybe things will be better, when you had. Maybe.

But one thing was for sure, he hated whomever was inflicting those injuries on your soulmate more. Not only were they hurting your soulmate, they were hurting you. He’d imagined that you were close in age. If so, who the hell would abuse a child in such a way? The concept was completely foreign to him.

He rubbed your back, murmuring sweet and loving things to you.

He noticed something odd about your mark about a few years ago, right when the welts and bruises started to show and you would recoil in phantom pain... There was a new addition to your mark. At first it was one crescent moon. But then one became two, and two became three.

Right now, the bottom right moon was full.

He wasn’t sure what it meant… But he noticed your crying slow to soft little hiccups and sniffles as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

He rested his forehead against yours. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I jus’ wanna know why it hurts so much, daddy.” You sniffle.

“Trust me, I know. Me and your mom are similar. I remember when we were kids, before we met… She fell from a tree and broke her leg. Man, it hurt so bad…”

You looked up at him, your big beautiful eyes glistened with tears. Your mother’s eyes. Little gems of hers that you would always have.

“Really?” You peeped.

“Really.” He stood and walked over to the bookshelf above the living room fireplace, and plucked a book off of it. He turned back to you and sat next to you, pulling you into his lap and kissing the top of your head.

“This book came from your great auntie over in London. You remember her, yeah?” He hummed.

Your fingers grazed the cover, old and worn, obviously well-read and well-loved. It had a picture of a woman with wings and a pretty dress on it. You couldn’t read the other words on it just yet, you were still learning how to read the bigger ones.

“Want me to read you some of the stories in it?” He inquired.

“Uh-huh.” You nod.

Your father flipped the pages open, and hummed again, softer.

“Now, let’s start with the tale of Isis and the Seven Scorpions…”

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You jumped, almost dropping the egg timer you had in your hand when your shop’s door dinged and swung open. A frantic young woman rushed inside, her sunken and baggy eyes looking at you, wide with fright.

You skipped the usual welcome and regarded her with a confused expression.

“I… Can I help you–”

“Please, I just need to–to hide!” She said, rushing over to you and gripping your hand, pulling you behind her and further into the winding shelves that made up your bookstore.

“Hey, Hey.” You say, putting your hands on her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“My–my boyfriend. He… He’s… I messed up and burned lunch and…” She looked to the side trying to check if he somehow didn’t materialize out of thin air over her shoulder when she wasn’t looking; and when she did… you saw them.

The already darkening bruises on her delicate throat.

Immediately you went into protector mode. You gently urge her towards the door leading to the stairwell that went up to your flat above.

“You hide up there, and call 999, okay?” You say to her. “You can stay here until the police arrive. If it makes you feel safer, there’s a deadbolt to the door up there. If your boyfriend comes in I’ll act like I didn’t see anything.”

You rush to the oven when you hear the timer go off, and pull out the scones (after slipping on your mitts), when the bell to your store dings.

You curse under your breath and say to the girl quietly. “Stay quiet, honey. I’ll be up when the police get here.”

You carefully slip the tasty treats onto a plastic tray and toss the pan into the sink with a clang; instantly regretting it when the young woman flinched and curled into herself, her arms instinctively reaching to cover her head.

You muttered and apology and balanced the pan on your hand as you hastily make your way down the stairs, to see whomever was incessantly dinging your “ring me!” button at the register.

When you finally break free of the labyrinthine bookshelves, you spot a rather large and angry looking man.

This had to be the boyfriend.

“Hello, one moment, please.” You say tersely, sliding the scones into the small display case showcasing the fresh treats of the day.

“Oi, you seen somebody come in here?” He demanded gruffly.

You take another visual sweep of his appearance. Rather big build, probably abuses the gym too much. He looks like he exclusively dines on protein shakes more than food… He could be trouble, if he got violent. The only upside is that you knew the layout of your little shop by heart, he didn’t. You really wished you had a gun under the counter, right about now.

You made a mental note to sign up for the courses and get the certificate from the police..

“Other than you, no, you’d be my first customer of the day.” You force the cheer into your tone as you bring a box of books and begin to half-assedly place them, hoping to look normal.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ customer.” He growled. “Don’ want no books.”

“Well, I also offer a variety of coffees, teas, and snacks–”

“I ain’t no fuckin’ customer!” He barked, getting in your face.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath. That explains the slurred speech.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you please back away, you’re a little too close…” You say, your hands up in a submissive gesture, hoping to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Does it look like I giv' a fuck? Ya fuckin' muppet?" He hissed at you, his eyes dilated and glassy.

"Look, I don't want to cause trouble, but–"

He seized your arm and gripped it painfully tight, you could feel the crunch of your radiocarpal joint being squeezed under his rough and indelicate fingers. "Did ya hear me, ya fuckin' cunt? I'm lookin' for my girl, I know she came in here! Don't lie t' me!"

"Sir, people come into my store all the time, and it's not really my business why unless they buy a book or a muffin. Let me go!" You retort, trying to pry his fingers from around you with your free hand.

"Shut th' fuck up!" He snarled, pushing you back against the bookshelf so hard the back of your head cracked on one of the shelves. Great, another pain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" An unmistakably American accent called from the door of your shop.

How had you missed the bell? How did you not notice the sound of the door opening?

The drunken man holding you turned, still gripping you. "Great, another fuckin' yank? Can't you fucks stick to ya own country?"

You felt your pulse quicken, and your eyes widened at the man who stood in the door; dark, honey-tinted eyes aflame with anger. But the man the eyes belonged to?

Dead ringer for Steven. But he carried himself entirely differently, he even had his hair styled back in a different way. He wore a white hoodie, faded blue jeans, and some steel-toe boots.

"None o' ya fuckin' busniess, you dick." The man sneered, looking back down at you.

"It is if you're hurting the lady." He said gruffly.

"Oi, you got a listening problem?"

The man turned again, but he was met with the knuckles of the American man who just came to your aid; straight to his jaw, knocking him back against a cart you had full of discount books, sending them to the floor with a clatter.

The man cracked his knuckles, before gently grabbing you by the shoulder and moving you behind him for cover.

At this distance you could just barely catch a whiff of sandalwood and some kind of spice. A hint of aftershave wafted into your senses in accompany.

"You fuckin' dick!" The man grunted, shaking his head in an attempt to reorient his brain.

"You need a better repertoire of insults, buddy. Or stop hitting the sauce." The other man sneered. "Probably both."

The drunk lunged at him, and this guy was one step ahead, intercepting him by grabbing his wrists.

The crunch of bone was enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, and when you dared to peek again, the drunk was clutching at his now bleeding and broken nose. Your savior on the other hand?

Barely broke a sweat. He headbutted him with the hardest part of his head, crunching bone and cartilage.

"Stay down, asshole." He growled. You spun on your heels to look at the door when two clothed officers came in, hands on their pepper spray.

"Everybody just calm down!" One of them shouted.

Ugh. Now you had a headache…

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By the time the officers, the battered girl, and her boyfriend all left, it was just you and your knight in shining hoodie. Who looked way too much like Steven.

You sat him down at one of the reading nooks and shakily wring your hands out to calm down. "Uh… Yeah, so…" You try.

"My name's Marc. Marc Spector." He said. "You, uh… met my brother, already. Steven."

You gasp. "The heathen!"

He choked out a startled laugh. "What?"

"Oh! Uhhhhhh…" You clear your throat awkwardly trying to change the subject. "You and Steven have different last names!"

Marc huffed through his nose. "It's uh… a long story."

"What, were you guys separated at birth or something? He speaks with a typical Londoner accent, you're full-blown American." You smile.

"Or something." Marc murmured, unable to meet your eyes.

"God, and Steven and I joked about my life being a setup for a book." You giggle softly. "You guys sound like you're straight out of a Dickens novel!"

Marc kind of squirmed in his seat. "Yeah…"

"So, uh… what brings you here today? From what Steven told me, you don't exactly pick up books all the time like he does." You say to him, tilting his head.

Marc wiped at his face with a groan, "Ugh. Don't get me started on Steven's books! He has too goddamn many–"

"Ah!" You say, flicking a stray curl. You weren't sure why your brain told you that was okay to do. It just felt right. The look he gave you afterwards sent your heart leaping into your throat.

Raw confusion, maybe some surprise?

"Uh… No talking like that is allowed in my store, there, pal…" You stammer out. "So… why are you here?"

"Steven said you had coffee. Didn't feel like dealing with a lot of people today." He kind of mumbled.

"Oh, I get that." You sighed softly in sympathy. Already, Marc struck you as the kinda guy who didn't like dealing with people unless he had to.

And honestly, you kinda felt for the guy. Something about him made your heart twinge in a funny little way.

"Tell you what, as a thanks for helping take care of that asshat, coffee is on the house, and I'll even give you a cup of my personal blend instead of the stuff on the menu."

"Uh, you don't have to–"

"Ah!" You say, wagging a finger at him as you walk away. "None of that in my store!"

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You sat and talked for a while. Hours, really. Whereas Steven loved to babble about things he knew, and was rather energetic about it, Marc was… reserved. Shy, almost. He was content to let you lead the conversations, piping in here or there on a subject.

He told you some about his time in the Marines, and how something happened to him mentally that got him discharged early. He was vague about what he did after that, but he mentioned moving to London after he and his wife ran into problems.

At first you almost asked a rather impertinent question, "Why did you guys split up?" But decided that was far too rude of a thing to ask. Even if you wondered why he married outside of a soulmate bond. Even if a marriage like that wasn't entirely uncommon…

"I'm sorry." You say softly, sitting across from him, your coffee long finished, the mug cold. "You've been through… a lot..."

"Yeah, you can certainly say that." Marc sighed, turning his mug in his hands for probably the hundredth time.

"So… Thanks again. For y'know. Helping me." You smile.

"No problem, easy enough to deal with a drunk." He shrugged. "And he looked like he was about to hurt you, so I had to do... something."

"Well I'm glad you did that something." You chuckle.

Marc cleared his throat and smiled back, a soft thing on his face, really. But it was nice to see.

He moved to stand, "I should, ah… go. Thanks for the coffee." He reached out to hand you a few notes from his wallet, and you declined, gathering the mugs to go wash them.

"Nope, I already said it was on the house." You tell him.

"But–"

"No buts!" You called out as you vanished into the expanse of bookshelves.

When you came back, you noticed that, stacked neatly on the counter, was a bundle of notes, your egg timer sitting neatly atop it, with a post-it note simply saying:

"Tell me your life story next time. Thanks. -Marc."

Chapter 4: Link

#A Rose Under the Moon #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #soulmate au

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A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive. 

You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It all started on the day you decided to sit and wrap presents in the living room while a Christmas movie played in the background. 

The morning was quiet and peaceful otherwise — Bucky was spending it at home and was currently in the kitchen making a cup of coffee to bring back into the living room. 

You were humming along to the soundtrack from the film while you stood up to better position the box. There was a run of tape on your index finger about to be placed on the paper to cover Nat’s present, when it fell unnaturally, eerily silent.

And, by God, you wished you could go back in time and have the sense to hide every single last roll of wrapping paper or toss it away; never to be seen again. 

The solid thwack of the cardboard roll hitting you across your ass made you shriek with shock, and you rounded on the culprit, eyes narrowed with accusation. “James Buchanan!”

Bucky grinned and jogged off around the counter to put distance between the two of you; the clink of his belt buckle and thud of his boots were loud off of the kitchen walls. “What?”

“You know exactly what,” you grumbled, curling your lip into a snarl. “I swear, if I see that come anywhere near me again, you’ll regret it.”

“I will?” he challenged, tilting his head. “I’ll regret gettin’ my girl?”

“Yes.”

A dark chuckle shook his shoulders, and you turned your back on him just as he said, “We’ll see ‘bout that.”

The day continued as normal — Bucky went in and out of the house to the connected garage, where he hauled boxes onto the back porch to sort through, while you pottered about the inside of the house. 

Since you finished wrapping all of the presents, the only thing left to do was place them all back into the spare bedroom, where they would be safe from prying eyes. 

You opened the screen door to peer outside, looking for the brunet, but Bucky was nowhere in sight. “Babe?” No one answered. “Baby? Buck—where did you go?”

THWACK

“Gotchu!” 

Before you could even whip around and yell at your attacker, he bounded off towards the living room with the empty cardboard roll in hand. 

The skin of your ass smarted with the force of his hit, and you groaned loudly. “Fuck’s sake, Barnes—I will get you back for this.”

His head peered around the corner; mouth pulled wide in a cheeky grin that matched the glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’m up for the challenge, baby.”

You pointed a finger at him and stormed forward. It took all your restraint to not burst into laughter at the way his eyes widened, or how his mouth fell slack with apparent fear before he darted out of sight. “Get back here!” The door slammed behind you, and you glanced around the room — no sign of him. “Don’t make me get out the big guns–”

“I’m the one with the dick,” Bucky called from somewhere in the house, and you snorted. 

“That’s true.” The impending sense of battle settled over you, and you looked for a weapon, dangerous enough to withstand until you emerged victorious. “But I’m not the one running away like a coward.”

The living room was deserted, save for the stack of presents, but there were more empty cardboard rolls — a lethal weapon in the right hands. Just as you reached out to grab hold of one, a head peered around the corner. 

Bucky stared at you, his expression flat with distaste. “Ex-fuckin’-scuse me, Sweets?”

“You heard me,” you said simply, and you turned to face him, cardboard roll outstretched. “I challenge you–” The makeshift sword twirled through the air as you paused for dramatic effect. “To a duel.”

“A duel, huh?” he questioned, arching a brow. “To the death?”

“To the death,” you hissed, jutting out your jaw and squaring your shoulders. “Sir Bucky—it has been an honour to fight alongside you, but now, I fear that time has come to an end. We battle, and only one of us will emerge victorious.”

Bucky burst into laughter, his face scrunched up while tears started to build on his lash line — you watched in bewilderment as he stumbled sideways in his hysterics and slipped, falling ass first, onto the living room floor. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, staring down at him while he positively lost his mind with mirth. “Babe–?”

“Why the fuck are you talkin’ like that?” he asked, only to cough when he choked on air. “Holy shit– Fuck, my ass–”

“I can do that,” you said without thinking, and then you both broke down into hysterical laughter again. 

Finally, after catching your breath, you managed to pull Bucky to his feet with an almighty heave — one he didn’t appreciate. “I ain’t that fuckin’ heavy, ba–”

“You’re kidding me right–? Fucking look at you!” You gestured wildly at his body; the way his muscles had muscles; how damned tall he was. “You’re literally pure fucking beef, Barnes. You’re heavy.” 

“Fine, if I win this duel,” he said, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his ocean eyes. “You help me take a load off, yeah?”

You blinked once, twice, three times, then, “Oh, you’re disgusting.” 

The two of you burst into laughter again. “Alright! Alright, fine, if you win, I’ll do that, and if I win– Well, I don’t know.”

“I can think of a few things, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, and he raised his cardboard roll. “Prepare to be destroyed, baby.”

“Oh, ho, ho,” you laughed, raising your cardboard roll to meet his. “Don’t think you’ve won already, handsome.”

You stared at Bucky; he stared right back, and he shouted, “Go!”

The absurd sounds of cardboard tubes hitting one another filled the living room, and you squealed with laughter as Bucky advanced, a determined furrow between his brows. His feet worked fast, heedless of the heavy boots he wore. 

“Ah! No– No,” you rushed, and you ducked as Bucky swung wide, a lethal shot if he made contact. “Ha!”

“You lil’ minx,” he growled, and he jumped forward to continue his barrage of attacks. “Stay still–”

“Getting tired, old man?” you taunted, dancing just out of reach. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Aw, come on—we just started! Do I have to– Whoa!”

Your taunts seemed to light a fire within him, and he slashed through the air with his makeshift sword. “Goddammit, Sweets!”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not going to be an easy target, you bastard.” The springs in the couch creaked under your feet, and you rolled over the back of the piece of furniture, landing with a solid thump on the floor and out of reach. “Just give up–”

“Like hell I will,” Bucky said, gaining on you — his heavy footsteps fast over the floor. “I never back down—you know this, sweetheart.”

“Ah! Yes I do—shit, fuck– No!” you squeaked, just managing to dodge the incoming hit from his battered weapon. “I know it far to fucking well!” You darted down the hallway towards your bedroom — the idea of lapping him around the bed the most plausible cause for victory. 

“That’s a dead end,” Bucky called to your retreating back. “I’ll get you!”

You grinned, determined to pull off your plan. The door to the room slammed open, and you dashed to the other side of the bed. 

Bucky was face to face with you, the only barrier of safety between you and him was the mattress. “Well,” he said, smirking. “At least when I win I can toss you onto somewhere that’s comfy, baby.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” you retorted, and you raised your fake sword, daring him to close in. “It’s somewhere for me to land when I claim the spoils of my victory, Sir Barnes.”

“Oh my fuckin’ god.” Bucky darted to the side, and the opening — your only chance of winning — presented itself, his left side was completely open. You angled the cardboard just right, and– “Ah– Fuck!”

The roll made contact with his waist, a solid thump and resounding echo down the tube and off of the bedroom walls. It was a glorious sound, one that rang in your chest like a phoenix song of your fantasy books — worthy of the finest prize in all the land. “Yes, yes—yes!”

Bucky groaned with his defeat and sank to his knees on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as though searching for the reason for his defeat. 

You laughed and danced, jumping in a circle and pumping your fist with the adrenaline of your victory. “Hell yes, hell yes, fuck yes–!” 

“Alright, alright, knight Sweets,” Bucky said, looking up at you from his sulking spot on the carpet. “What do ye request—oh my fuckin’– I am never doin’ that again.”

“Sir Bucky,” you purred, sauntering closer. The end of your weapon brushed underneath his chin, and you forced his face upwards, exposing his neck. “Take a guess.”

Who do you think should have won, and what would the reward be? 🤭

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[rose-l-20]

“Crazy for you” ~ T.I.K

My first request! I’m so excited to write this!

Requested by @stinkygirl009 😊🤍

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Fem reader

WARNINGS: a touch of spice, pretty fluffy if you take the readers panic out of it. If I've missed anything let me know and ill add it.

She/her pronouns used

Ice was sitting in the TOP GUN classroom taking notes for the next mission, but the poor guys mind came to your face, your hair, your smile, your natural scent, your perfumes and your eyes. The amount of times Ice sighed caused Slider to nearly rip his hair out, as he knew the only reason he's agitated these days was because the poor guy hadn't seen you in nearly 2 weeks.

"Ice, I swear if you sigh one more time I'm going to loose my shit." Slider whispered, along with a firm hand gesture in the shape of a claw.

"I'm sorry!" Ice whisper yelled back rubbing his hand on his face. "can you blame me though? if you had a beautiful goddess of a woman within a 25 minute drive radius from here you wouldn't be itching to sneak out of here just for a glimpse of her?" His voice quiet yet felt like he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Slider rolled his eyes and murmured under his breathe "pussy-whipped". This didn't go un-heard by the stress ridden blonde, and the heel of his boot met the side of Sliders shin. "You know that just proves my point right?" a chuckle left sliders mouth and in response he got the bird from the now annoyed piolet.

-

As the sun set over the TOP GUN base, Iceman went to his small home where all students were stationed and threw his helmet onto his bed. It didn't take long for his eyes to meet the picture of you sitting in a white frame on his bedside table. You were wearing a red dress he had bought you. The dress was ankle length with thick straps, and one had fallen down leaving your shoulder bare. You were looking to the side, the summer sun hitting your face just right and a small smile rested on your face. He groaned out "This is such bullshit!".

He started getting into comfortable clothes when a dangerous, career threatening idea came to his mind. He swapped his pyjama pants to his jeans, and slipped on his sneakers. There was a part of his mind that was screaming ‘just wait! You only have 2 weeks left!’ and another saying the complete opposite. He was desperate to get his arms around the one person who makes each day worth it. He has seen so many TOP GUN students leave during the night to see, or sneak their girls into the base and get away with it. So what was stopping him?

He got his car keys and put his bomber jacket on. Iceman had subconsciously studied the base and knew the quietest route to his car. He walked fast, not wanting to waste a second of time. He saw some instructors walking, he shuffled into a shadowed area of the path and was out of sight. He paused and waited for them to walk a far distance.

He got to the car and did a final look out before getting in and hastily driving off. He had to keep reminding himself to follow the road rules and not speed or run a red light. The street of your house was slowly approaching and his thoughts were running wild. The time of his arrival was 7:45pm, and Tom was on the porch to the front door in a matter of seconds. Getting the spare key he got given, he unlocked the door and went inside.

He placed his keys and wallet on the entry table and walked into the kitchen. He didn’t see you in the main area of your home so he went up the stairs, seeing your bedroom lamp on. Walking in, he saw you enjoying a DIY cheese board and charcuterie board. You had a book in your hand and the record player was softly playing.

“Hey-” he softy spoke, but was interrupted by a startled scream.

“AHH! What the actual fuck?” Your voice sounded pissed off, and at this point he remembered you hated being scared. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you (y/n)!” He sat down on the bed and held your hand. “It’s ok, just don’t do it aga- wait, what are you doing here?!” The book in your hand met the floor as you threw it, and moved the boards onto your bedside table.

You grabbed his face in your hands and searched for injuries. “Are you hurt? We’re you kicked out? Did you QUIT?!” Ice couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sweetie, I’m fine…I snuck out!” He held both of your hands and rubbed your palms with his thumbs. Your eyebrows came together and you let out a ‘huh?!’ You knew how serious he was about his career, so this was not like him.

“Have you been hanging out with Maverick or something? Because that is something he would do not you!” Your thoughts coming out at a rapid rate. Tom rolled his eyes and smiled. “No, I haven’t. I missed you and couldn’t wait 2 more weeks to see you so I snuck out”

Toms hands found your waist and pulled you close. You were rambling on about your confusion and somewhat lecturing him on work ethic and rules. He shut you up with a kiss and you instantly melted into both the kiss and him.

“I missed you too idiot” you roll your eyes. “But seriously, what demon possessed you? You have 2 weeks until graduation and you risk it by doing this?” You just couldn’t wrap your head around both the situation, and the concept of the situation. “Well, when your Girlfriend has been the only thing you can think about…you just have to see her” Tom’s shoulders lift up and down.

“You are something else Kazinsky” your voice soothed the Pilot, and you reached behind you for the food. You placed it between the two of you and resumed your meal together. You guys caught up on what was going on in your separate lives, and what your plans were for the rest of the two weeks.

Fun beach days, working shifts, flight methods and jet safety were just some of the million topics that were brought up. Tom looked at the clock, which read ‘1:31am’, he knew he needed to get back but how could he when your body heat left him in a trance as your French painted nails carded through his blonde, slightly helmet headed hair.

“I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late” his sigh was a deep and dense one, yours was a tired one. “Ok, don’t worry 2 weeks will fly by ok?” You reassured him. He nodded in agreement… until his tired mind snapped awake with a more dangerous but fun idea.

“Come back with me!” He blurted “WHAT?!” you were not expecting your boyfriend to want to pull not 1 but 2 stunts in one night, so you placed your hand to his forehead to see if he was feeling unwell.

“You’re not my boyfriend! You are a clone! How are we going to pull it off? What am I supposed to be doing all day stuck inside your house?” You listed. He chuckled at your cuteness, you were always worried about something and he found joy in being your reassurance. “It will be ok, I’ve bought you some books I was going to give you after the next 2 weeks. There’s a TV in my house and I have a lot of movies you can choose from, and a whole lot more” he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear while you processed his words.

“Ok, let’s do it. But if you get in trouble I will kill you” you got up and got a bag organised.

-

You both got to base at 2:20am and you heart rate was higher than the Eiffel Tower. Were you really going to do this? You took a deep breath as you both got out of his car.

Tom took your bag and swung it over his shoulder. He grabbed your hand and guided you along the safest path, and kept to the shadows as much as possible. You saw people walking around and it caused you to hear your heart beat in your ears. Ice squeezed your hand in reassurance as you got closer to his back window, which he always left 2 inches open.

He pushed it up carefully, then helping you get in along with your bag. Once he was sure you were safe and the coast was clear he climbed in. He closed the window and locked it, pulling the curtains shut and making sure there was no cracks.

“Oh my god, we just did that!” You whisper shouted, and hugged Tom close to you. He stroked a hand in your hair and swayed, knowing how to relax you. He made eye contact with his schedule for tomorrow and he didn’t have anything until 10:45am so he wasn’t stressed about sleeplessness.

You looked up and kissed him, he responded with a hungry growl. He had missed you and your body this close to him, so much so that his body temperature rose and he became hot. He could feel your body react the same as his as the kiss turned passionate.

He guided you to the bed and kissed down your jaw and neck. “God I missed you baby”

-

The next day Iceman sat in class, focused and relaxed. His notes were neat, his hair and uniform to match. Ice asked questions, gave recommendations and was very attentive.

Slider looked at him in confusion, because he had countless and endless days of being an annoying little pussy whipped shit. As the class went on, Slider observed his friend. When everyone started having their own conversations he decided to ask him what drug was he on.

“What’s up with you Ice? One day your all sulky and whiny and now your chipper and productive?” He questioned with a squint.

“You know how you said I was “pussy whipped”?” He smirked down at his work, making edits and adding more details.

Meanwhile Sliders brain was short circuiting. There was no way he, the sensible and responsible Iceman had broken the rules!

“No way” he mumbled and Tom’s smile got bigger. “You “I’m mister responsible and would never disrespect the rules” Tom “Iceman” Kazansky snuck out?”

Ice laughed and responded with a smirk.

“And snuck in”

Sliders body turned to his work and mutter in a surprised voice…

“pussy whipped”

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[flightlessangelwings]

Falling in Love With a Hunter

Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (both receiving), anal play, ass slapping, multiple orgasms, floor sex, multiple positions, praise kink, one use of “slut,” use of “yes ma’am” and “good girl,” rough-ish sex, aftercare

Notes: This is a re-edit of a personalized request from @nothingisprovocativeanymore thank you for the request this was a lot of fun to write! Takes place in Joel’s hunter days but it’s mostly smut with a hint of plot lol! Please let me know if I missed anything in the warnings cause this one is packed full of spice!

I also have an update blog to follow and turn on post notifications as well to stay up to date on when I post! @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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It was a quiet day. Peace in times like this were few and far between, and you savored those moments whenever you could. Most days were spent just focusing on surviving; between the infected and bands of hunters, life didn’t allow many moments for rest. But today was one of those rare days where you could tend to your little garden and gather plants and mushrooms for yourself and your allies. 

You hummed to yourself as you dug your hands in the dirt, paying careful attention to what you harvested. But, you also were keenly aware of your surroundings, and you never left your home without at least one knife and one gun on you. And when you heard a snap of twigs in the distance, you instantly dropped what was in your hands and whipped out your gun.

Before you stood a tall, broad man with a thick beard and hints of grey highlighting his hair. He had a hardened expression on this face, and his own gun pointed back at you. 

“Who are you?” your voice was stern, “What are you doing here?”

The stranger’s face remained tough, “I could ask you the same thing,” the safety clicked off of his gun, “What’s a girl like you doing out here all alone?”

You were silent for several moments as you tried to pick the right words, “Picking mushrooms,” was what you decided to go with.

He was still for a time before his expression softened slightly. His gun remained trained of you though, “Mushrooms?” he sounded exacerbated.

You eyed him up and down as you tightened your grip on your gun, “You’re a hunter, aren’t you?”

His eyes held a fierceness that came with the dangerous life of a hunter. And the scars on his face and arms told you he had seen a lot. But then again, who hadn’t in this world. Even so, even under that shell of roughness, you saw a hint of something more, something different behind his eyes. This man didn’t seem like any of the others you had encountered. And the fact he hadn’t killed you yet reinforced your suspicions.

You broke the silence with your name in an attempt to diffuse the situation without gunfire, “What’s your name?”

It took him some time to respond, perhaps he was considering his own options much like you did. When he spoke again, his tone was softer, “Joel.”

*

You grinned as you thought back to the day you and Joel first met. It wasn’t the first time you had met someone at gunpoint, but it was the first time you had fallen in love with them. Time felt like a blur since then, but you had never been happier than when you were with Joel. 

Though you could handle yourself, he made you feel safe and protected, and you loved to cook for him and take care of him in return. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched the memories play in your head while you watched the fresh batch of vegetables in the sink.

You were so engrossed in your own head that you didn’t hear Joel walk up from behind you. You let out a surprised shriek, but you immediately relaxed when you felt the familiar tickle of his beard and your name in his voice as he rested his hands on your hips, his warmth engulfing you fully. 

Joel buried his nose in the crook of your neck and the warmth of him comforted you, “Baby you’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned in your ear. 

You let out a whimpered moan as you let yourself drown in his embrace. Large, strong arms held you, making you feel safe and secure. “Joel,” you whispered as you wrigged around in his grip to face him. You looked into his ruggedly handsome face and really studied his features.

While scars littered his skin, Joel’s eyes held a softness in them. They held a reflection of a time before the outbreak, before he had to fight and kill to survive. You wondered what his life was like before the threat of the infected took hold, but that was a topic that neither of you were ready to talk about yet. So for now, you just took the time you had with him as enough and savored the moments together while you could.

A switch snapped within you, and you mustered all your strength and pushed Joel back until he collided with the wall. 

He grunted your name softly through gritted teeth as he let you guide his body.

“Shhh,” you hushed him as you dropped to your knees.

A fire burned behind your eyes as you fumbled with Joel’s zipper, and your mouth watered when you noticed the bulge in his pants already. 

“Shit baby,” Joel’s hand landed on your scalp as you freed his cock.

You leaned forward and kissed the tip as you stroked him a few times. Joel’s cock was thick in your hand, and it made you clench your thighs together as the thought of it inside you. But first, you wanted to taste him.

“Fuck Joel,” you breathed before you wrapped your lips around his length and took him into your mouth as far as you could.

The groan Joel let out echoed in the room as the warmth of your mouth suddenly engulfed him. His head hit the wall as he bucked his hips against your face, “Fuck baby,” he growled as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, “Feels so fucking good baby,” he gave your scalp a tug, which made you moan around him. Joel smirked, “You like that, don’t you… slut.”

The lowness of Joel’s voice went right to your cunt and you couldn’t help but moan around him as you sucked hard. Your jaw felt sore from the way he stretched your mouth open, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was his cock in your mouth and Joel moaning your name.

Joel growled as warmth spread throughout his body, “Fuck baby…” he hissed, “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

But suddenly, Joel wanted more… and he wasn’t ready to cum yet. Not until he was buried completely in your sweet pussy and you were screaming his name. It took every ounce of strength within him, but Joel yanked you off of his cock. He looked down at you on your knees before him, your mouth open agape with a line of drool dripping from your lips.

“Ain’t you so fucking pretty like this, baby?” Joel’s voice made you whimper as he caressed your face.

Before you could say anything back, he lunged forward and captured your lips with his in a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue played with yours and you once again surrendered to him completely. Neither of you cared that you were in the middle of your kitchen as he hovered over you on the floor. Joel’s frame comfortably covered your own like you were meant to fit together as his hands roamed all over the front of your body.

You arched your back as he palmed your breasts through your shirt, and you moaned loudly when his callused finger brushed across your nipple. You clung to his shirt as you pressed your body against his, and you clumsily tried to open the buttons as you kissed him back just as eagerly.

“Need some help, baby?” Joel asked with a smirk.

“I got it,” you quipped back as you took the opportunity to quickly undo the buttons on the front of his shirt, “Off,” you commanded softly.

Joel gave you a smile that made you melt, “Yes ma’am,” he broke away from you to shimmy the shirt off before he eyed you up and down, “Now you’re overdressed, baby.”

You lifted your back as Joel tugged at your shirt, “Joel…”

“I got you,,” he murmured your name as he tossed your shirt aside and immediately attached his lips to your nipple.

The scream you let out filled the room as Joel swirled his tongue around your nipple and kneaded your breasts with his large hands. You were so warm and soft underneath him, and it drove Joel wild. He only broke away to catch his breath for a moment, but a fresh rush of need pulsed through him when he saw the wrecked expression on your face and the glazed over look in your eyes.

“Turn over, baby,” Joel’s voice was soft yet still held that firmness that made you wet and you compiled without hesitation.

In a rush of movement, Joel hastily tugged your pants off as you got on your hands and knees on the floor. You bit your lip as the fresh air hit your skin, but you didn’t feel the coolness for long. Joel’s large hands were on your ass right away as he gently squeezed and caressed your curves. You dropped your head down to the ground as backed your ass up against Joel’s body.

Without warning, Joel landed a hard slap on your ass and you reeled back and let out a loud scream as he did so. But it only spurred him on more and Joel slapped your ass again.

“You like that, baby?”

You heard the cockyness in Joel’s voice and you couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah…” you whispered.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he slapped your ass again and savored the cry of pleasure you let out as the slap echoed in the room, “You look so delicious like this, baby,” he purred as his cock twitched with need. His own pleasure would wait, though, as Joel wanted to return your favor first.

All you could do was moan as you felt his beard tickle the back of your thighs, “Joel…” you whined.

“Let me taste you, baby,” he murmured before he darted his tongue out and licked a long strip up your folds, “Let me taste this pretty fucking pussy.”

Immediately, you cried out in pleasure as your skin heated up. Your back arched as you found yourself pinned on your knees from Joel’s strong grip. You heard him slurp loudly behind you as he buried his face in your cunt and devoured you like a man starved. Joel licked and sucked at every spot that drove you wild, and when his tongue hit your clit you swore you saw stars.

“Fuck! Joel!” you screamed as you clawed at the floor.

Joel’s hand caressed your ass as he flicked his tongue at your clit, encouraged by your moans. Slowly, he inched his hand closer to your crack and spread your ass cheeks wide. Joel moved carefully, and he slowed his pace with his tongue as he hovered his thumb over your asshole. The harshness melted away as the softer side of Joel came back as he broke away from your pussy with a loud pop.

“Is this ok, baby?” he asked in a hushed tone.

It took you a moment to regain control of your brain. The feeling of Joel’s tongue on your pussy, his beard against your sensitive skin and his large hand on your ass pushed any other thoughts out of your head. But then you realized where his hand, and more importantly his thumb, was. 

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please Joel,” you begged as you pushed your ass more into his hand.

“That’s my girl.”

You felt him grin against you as he kissed your pussy softly. But just as the tender moment started, it vanished and both you and Joel were consumed with need. Joel wrapped his lips around your clit once more and sucked hard as he pushed his thumb into your ass at the same time.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you felt the intrusion.

Joel worked your pussy with his tongue as he thrust his thumb in and out of your ass. It was overwhelming but in the best way, and you had never felt anything like this before. The way you cried out in pure pleasure encouraged Joel more and he adjusted his grip on your ass to bury his thumb into you more. The more you screamed, the more he circled this thumb inside you, mirroring the way his tongue swirled around your cunt. 

“Joel… Feels so good… Shit!” you mumbled between moans as Joel gave you a pleasure unlike anything else. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Joel asked you in a deep voice as his breath and beard tickled your skin.

Tears formed in your eyes at the overwhelming sensations and emotions you felt, “Yes…” you breathed, “Please Joel, make me cum,” you begged.

“Anything for my good girl,” he groaned before he dove into your pussy once more.

The scream you let out filled the room as Joel thrust his thumb in and out of your ass while his tongue hit every sensitive spot on your cunt with perfect precision. You arched your back and clawed at the floor as the heat within you quickly built up until you felt like it would overflow from your body. Your mind swam as Joel’s beard rubbed against your soft skin and his tongue flicked your clit over and over again.

“Fuck Joel… I’m gonna cum…”

With that, your climax hit you like a wave crashing onto the shore during a storm. Your vision blurred from the tears in your eyes as you felt like you would float away if it weren’t for Joel’s strong grip on your hips. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you as he thrust his thumb as deep as he possibly could into your ass while he continued to lick at your folds with his tongue. 

Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed down onto the floor completely spent. Joel’s thumb slid out of you as your body dropped down, but his hands never left your hips and he gently guided you down safely.

“Hey,” he whispered as he kissed his way up your spine, “You alright, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” you murmured with a grin on your face, “That was…” you were at a loss for words when you rolled onto your side and met Joel’s gaze. The look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat and your breath caught in your chest for a moment. Between the pure adoration on his face and the glistening of his beard from your release, he was perfect.

“What is it, baby?” he asked when he noticed your expression change.

“Nothing,” you wrapped your arms around Joel’s broad shoulders and pulled him on top of you, “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you, Joel Miller,” your tone was low and sultry as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Joel groaned into your mouth as he settled on top of you, “I’m the lucky one, baby,” he murmured against your lips as he bucked his hips against yours, “You think you’re alright for more?”

A soft moan escaped your lips, “Yes, Joel… Please,” you whimpered as you dropped your head down, “Fuck me, cowboy.”

A hint of a smile graced his face, “Yes ma’am,” he captured your lips with his once more, “Anything my good girl wants.”

“Fuck…” you breathed as you watched Joel wrap a hand around his cock and pump it a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. You loved when he got into moods like this, and you wondered if your praise for him fueled him just as much as his praise fueled you.

“You ready, baby?” Joel’s voice was dangerously low as he hovered over you and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Yes… Please Joel…”

Unable to hold himself back, Joel thrust into you in one swift movement. The groan he let out at feeling your warm wetness around his cock finally was drowned out by your scream at being filled completely by him; his body over yours as he laid on top of you right in the middle of the kitchen floor. It may be hard on your back and you would pay for this later, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. All that mattered to you was Joel fucking you hard and rough while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

That perfect balance of hard and soft that only Joel could master, and it was just the way you liked it.

“Joel… Fuck…” you moaned as he rocked hismef in and out of you in a harsh yet steady pace.

“I’ve got you baby,” Joel lifted himself up onto his elbows to watch your every expression. Every time his cock slammed compeltely into you, your mouth dropped open to let out a beautiful scream, and Joel knew he wouldn’t let very long, “Fuck baby… You’re so fucking perfect,” he caressed the side of your face tenderly while he thrust into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clung to Joel’s broad shoulders and laid there helpless against him. It was just how you wanted it, and Joel knew it. But, as lost as you were in him, Joel was just as equally lost in you. You captivated him unlike anyone ever before, and you awakened something in him that Joel thought was long gone. 

“Shit baby,” Joel grunted, “You feel so fucking good… I ain’t gonna last long…”

“Then cum, Joel,” you purred, “Cum inside me… Fuck!” Joel’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you and you cried out in bliss.

“You better cum with me too, baby,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he grabbed your hips and lifted them off the floor.

With this new angle, Joel pounded into you over and over again, and he watched through glazed over eyes as your breasts swung with his every move. He felt your nails dig into his skin wherever you could reach, but he didn’t care. He was too captivated by you to care about anything else.

Joel lost control of his pace and his hips became more and more erratic until his own climax hit without much warning. With a groan of your name, Joel spilled himself deep inside you, filling you up ever more. His body felt like it could burn the house down as he rode out his orgasm until you came again for the second time. Your entire body trembled as Joel’s climax triggered your own, and together you hit your peaks. 

Once neither of you had anything more to give, Joel reeled forward and you both flopped down onto the floor in exhaustion. Heavy breaths from both of you filled the room as you ran your hand through Joel’s hair. You felt him place a line of soft, sweet kisses on your skin, and you smiled against his face.

“You ok, baby?” he asked softly.

“Never better,” you replied back, and your heart warmed when you felt him squeeze you in a silent affirmation, “You alright there, Joel?”

“Never fucking better,” he threw your words back at your playfully as he placed another kiss on the side of your face. 

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[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 9

Honeymoon continues as we check out the waterfall and beaches.

CW: Light dash of sim spice

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Bueno: Good, fine, okay Gracias: Thank you Qué?: What? Si: Yes

Marta kisses Keira on the cheek, they’re both still chilled from the water battle.

Marta: Gracias for that, it felt good to play around

Keira: As old as we get, we should always make time for fun. And romance

Marta: Si, we sho-

Keira cuts her off mid sentence sweeping her around for another romantic kiss. Marta may be the romantic but Keira is completely in love with her wife and not afraid to show it.

The couple figure while they’re here they may as well have showers and immerse themselves in the water.

Keira: You know if you really want to be part of Sulani…

Marta: Si?

Keira: Then you woohoo in the waterfall

Marta: *giggles* That can’t be right

Keira: Oh no, we don’t accept anyone to the islands unless they’ve achieved that

Marta: So you’ve done it before

Keira: Well no, but maybe that’s why they kicked me off the islands

Marta giggles and leans forward to kiss Keira with unexpected passion.

Marta: You okay?

Keira: You know what they say, when in Sulani

Marta: Que?

Keira: Like when in Rome but- ahh

Marta pulls Keira back to the sheltered area behind the falls and the two share more adventurous woohoo.

When they emerge Keira is giddy but she notices Marta seems more pensieve.

Keira: Hey, you alright?

Marta: That was a bit different and I just worry… I was too loud, si?

Keira: Oh hey sweetheart, no. No. I love your voice, do you hear me? I love it. Plus if there’s a time to break molds and be loud it would definitely be when beside a raging waterfall

Marta: Gracias. Te amo. What should we do now

Keira: I’m feeling a bit hungry-

Marta: Let’s go back to the house, I’ll make fruit salad for lunch! I saw some pineapple somewhere around here

Of course we had to do a tiny bit of collectable grabbing. Marta caught some Monarch butterflies that she’s going to magically get through customs. She also found a fossil that she’s planning on giving to Keira as a gift. Keira meanwhile was harvesting some pineapple and kava.

Keira: You sure you don’t want help cooking

Marta: Si. I want to cook for you. Not that I’ll be cooking fruit salad

Keira enjoys having a moment to sit down and write. She hasn’t had time since starting work and she’s got a lot to get out of her head. In the kitchen Marta sings to herself while prepping the fruit. I wish she wouldn’t play fruit ninja quite so much (wait, are some of you too young to get that reference *stares into the distance horrified at the possibility*)

Marta gives the fruit salad some finishing touches and calls Keira to come eat.

Keira: You really like cooking huh

Marta: Si, food is important. It brings people together

Keira: Is that why you like being a barista so much

Marta: Si and no. I do heat some pastry but it is mainly coffee. The people ordering may be grumpy at times but I like knowing something I’ve done has made their day better

Keira: *chuckles* Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more

The couple head to Ohan’ali Town for the afternoon. The Island Celebration event has been running since the early morning so there is already a smattering of sandcastles about. The girls head for the swing set where they swing gleefully.

Marta: Swings are fun. I feel like I’m flying

Keira: I reckon you’re never too old for swings

Marta: Si! I like this idea. I bet I can go higher than you

Keira: Wait, you’re lighter because you’re short, it’s not a fair contest

Marta: *giggles* Hard to hear you up here

When they start feeling sick they decide it’s best to head for solid ground and build a sandcastle.

Marta: Carino, have you thought more about your parents offer

Keira: You mean them paying so we can have an infant? I guess the Staples infants are pretty cute

Marta: Si, they are

Keira: And I’ve got to remember you’re older than me

Marta sticks her tongue out at this.

Keira: But an infant or two would be something I can handle I think. It’s just… how do we do it

Marta: Que?

Keira: It may have escaped your notice but we’re both women

Marta: Si, and?

Keira: Two cis women can’t have a baby by themselves. We’d need a sperm donor

Marta: What about a science baby

Keira: I don’t know. I’m a scientist sweetheart, I don’t easily trust technology I can’t understand and they haven’t published any papers on the results yet. What if they give us an infant with two heads

Marta: Carino, we’re not living in your cloning show

Keira: I know and I’m not talking about an Orphan Black situation but- can we trust them?

Marta: Would you rather look for a donor

Keira: I don’t know. What if we get a donor and in 18 years the kid decides we’re not their real family and leave to find the donor

Marta: However we get our kids, science or donors or adoption, there will be the risk that they’ll leave us. We just need to raise them the best we can

Keira: I suppose. I just wish I understood more

Marta: We can do more research first, we don’t have to rush into anything carino. There Mr gnome, do you like your shark suit

Keira: I thought he was being eaten by the shark

Marta: I... vote shark suit

Keira: *smiles* gnome in a shark suit it is. Shall we go see what’s left of the festival?

They leave the beach and take the steps up to the community space. There’s not much left by this time. Keira is annoyed that there aren’t many shells left but Marta enjoys the smells of the food. Quick romantic selfie time!

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[eddiemunsonssparklyeyes]

Sugar

Part 1 of a two part Valentine's series: Sugar and Spice.

Warnings: slight suggestive tones in parts, but other than that it's just fluff! Part 2 will have more warnings.

Summary: You're the new girl at Hawkins High and you've caught the gaze of a certain metalhead this Valentine's Day. Little does he know that he's caught your gaze, too. Thanks to some good natured meddling from Dustin, you're poised to attend the Valentine's Day dance together! (No use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3k

Valentine's Day. For most people, it was the day you expressed your feelings to your loved ones. You could do this in the form of flowers, candy, jewelry, stuffed animals, or any other number of ways. Walking through the halls of Hawkins High, it was obvious. Love was in the air. Unless, of course, you were in the group that the rest of the student body had deigned "the freaks." Then, Valentine's Day this year was better known as "Thursday." Eddie, being King of the Freaks, wouldn't have even known what day it was if not for the barrage of teens in the hallway professing their undying love to their fourth partner since the beginning of the school year. He rolled his eyes at the performative nature of it all. He slammed his locker door and continued the rant he'd been on since the moment he'd walked in the door.

"It's just a made-up holiday, man. It doesn't even mean anything. It's just an excuse for companies to sell stuff to poor saps who think that love is measured in dollar signs. It's sick!"

Dustin nodded in mock agreement; regretting having mentioned sending Suzie flowers.

"And another thing!" Eddie began, but stopped abruptly, staring off in the distance. His gaze had locked on to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was wearing a baby pink pinafore dress over a white sweater with big, red hearts all over it. Frilly pink socks peaked out over the top of her white sneakers. Even the clips holding her hair back from her face were shaped like hearts. She was a walking billboard for everything Eddie hated, but damn did she look good.

Eddie didn't think he'd ever seen you around before. He was sure he would have noticed you. In fact, it was your first week at Hawkins High, and someone had given you a tip that the school was really big into Valentine's Day, hence the outfit you were currently wearing. It wasn't too far out of your normal fashion tastes, but you threw in a few extra heart-shaped accessories for good measure. No one wants to be the new kid that sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Eddie! Earth to Eddie!" Dustin waved his hand in front of Eddie's face, snapping him out of his trance, "Where'd you go, man?"

"Who's that?" Eddie asked nodding towards you.

"Oh. That's the new girl. We have Chem Lab together. She's nice." He shrugged.

"I've never seen her around."

"Really? I think she's in Mrs. O'Donnell class with you."

"Ahh... I haven't been to her class all week." Eddie grimaced.

"Why are you asking about her, anyway? Do you liiikeee heeerrr?" Dustin teased.

"No!" Eddie was defensive, "I don't even know her!" He paused before adding, "She is really pretty, though."

Just then the bell rang and students began shuffling off to their respective classes. Eddie considered going to Mrs. O'Donnell's class today, just to talk to you, but you looked like a Hawkins High Princess in the making, so he doubted if you'd even give him the time of day.

By the time lunch came, Eddie had made up his mind. No way a girl like you would ever be interested in a guy like him, so best not even to waste his time. Imagine his surprise when Dustin came walking into the cafeteria with you following close behind. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he approached the Hellfire table.

He doled out quick introductions between the two of you and added, “Since she's new here, I figured I'd offer for her to eat lunch with us."

That wannabe Cupid little shit!

When Eddie didn't respond right away, you chimed in, "I hope that's okay! I don't play Dungeons and Dragons or anything, but I haven't really made any friends, so..." You trailed off, hating how pathetic you sounded.

Eddie thought you sounded angelic. "Oh, uh, of course! Here!" He stammered as he stood and pulled out the chair closest to him for you to sit down, shooting Dustin a quick glare. Dustin's grin grew wider as he gave Eddie a dramatic double thumbs up behind your back.

"So…" Eddie cleared his throat, "If you don't play DND, what do you do for fun?" He hoped the question came across like casual conversation and not like he was fishing for information, which he was.

"Well," You grinned and Eddie swore the room got brighter, "At my old school, I was in the drama club. I was involved in every production they put on last year, either cast or crew. I love it!"

Eddie put on a posh accent, "Ah, a fan of the theater, I see."

You giggled, "Very much so."

He smiled and took a moment to take you in, "You know, I bet you'd like DND. It's very theatrical."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. We're meeting after school in the drama room tomorrow. You should come."

"Okay." You agreed with a grin.

You knew among this group of metalheads and DND nerds you stood out like a sore thumb, which is exactly what you'd been trying to avoid, but you couldn't help but want to be around Eddie. He was magnetic, and you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t caught your eye.

You spent the rest of lunch getting to know his friends who were very excitedly trying to explain Dungeons and Dragons to you. Their enthusiasm was infectious and you found yourself genuinely looking forward to sitting in on their session.

"So, um..." You felt almost embarrassed about what you were about to ask, "Are any of you going to the Valentine's dance tonight?"

"Are you going?" Dustin asked you as he glanced over at Eddie and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I was thinking about it, but I don't really know anyone here yet, and I don't want to go by myself."

"I'm going." Eddie said a little too quickly.

"You are?" You were surprised. He was the one you least expected to be going, and you felt your cheeks heating up at the prospect of going to a Valentine’s Day dance with Eddie.

"Mmhmm... Yep... I love... school dances." He said unconvincingly.

"Me too! I mean, they can be a little cheesy, but it's fun to go dance and hang out with your friends."

"I can give you a ride if you want." Eddie offered.

"That would be awesome!" You pulled a pen from your bag and scribbled your address on a napkin that you handed to him, "Can you pick me up at six?"

Eddie placed his hand holding the napkin solemnly over his heart, and reverted back to his posh voice, "Your wish is my command."

Eddie ended up skipping Mrs. O'Donnell's class. He had never in his life been to a school dance, and he had no idea what you were supposed to wear to one. He was cursing himself for telling you he was going. Why did he do that? Was he really that smitten with you after a single conversation? The answer was, obviously, yes. Of course, he was. How could he not be when you smiled so sweetly, and laughed at his lame attempts at jokes, and that laugh harmonized perfectly with the pluck he felt on his heartstrings, and you got along with his unruly-band-of-misfits friends, and you smelled faintly like vanilla and strawberries, and… and… Okay, so yes. After one conversation, he was willing to forgo all his ideas about conventionalism if it meant he got to spend a few minutes alone with you. Sue him.

 He went straight home to rummage through his closet. He found one of the few pairs of jeans he owned without holes in them and a burgundy button up shirt Wayne had gotten him for his birthday a few years ago, insisting every young man needed a nice shirt. Eddie had never worn it, but he was grateful for Wayne's foresight now. The only problem was that Eddie was a bit taller now than he was when Wayne bought the shirt and his arms were a bit longer. The sleeves didn't reach all the way to his wrists. He unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled the sleeves up a few times, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. Looking in the mirror he ruffled his hair and toyed with the idea of pulling it back in a bun. He gathered all the hair to the nape of his neck and turned his head scanning his reflection. Then, he dropped his hair and shook it out and shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip in concentration as he wrestled with this very important decision. Then, he repeated this process a few more times before deciding just to leave it down. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and surveyed the final look. He had no idea if this was too formal, or too casual, but it was the best he could do. Before he walked out the door, he went into the bathroom and dabbed a bit of Wayne's Old Spice cologne on his neck, hoping it wasn't overkill, but desperate to impress you. He had one more stop to make before picking you up.

Eddie was a naturally fidgety person, but the whole drive to your house he drummed his fingers restlessly against the steering wheel and his knee didn't stop bouncing once. He was so nervous. He told himself not to get so worked up. This probably wasn't even a date. You just didn't want to go to the dance by yourself, so you asked your new friends. You didn't even ask Eddie specifically. So, this wasn't a date. So, he shouldn't be so nervous. He was so nervous.

He pulled into your driveway and took a deep breath, building up the courage to go knock on your door. No sooner had he made it to the porch and raised his fist to knock, you swung the door wide and greeted him.

"Hey!" You grinned, "I saw you walking up."

Eddie's jaw dropped. You were wearing a red, lace dress that fell just above your knees. The neckline was curved to look like a heart, which unintentionally (or maybe intentionally) accented the shape of your breasts, at which he was struggling not to stare. Your hair was swept back in a loose updo with a few tendrils framing your face. You were wearing lipstick that matched your dress and a pair of patent white kitten heels. 

"You..." Eddie cleared his throat, "You look... wow..." He trailed off shaking his head in awe.

You swung your hips back and forth so your dress swished around your knees.

"Thank you, kind sir." You mimicked his accent from earlier, "Might I say you look quite dapper as well."

Eddie laughed, "Thanks."

"Are you ready to go?" you smiled.

"Your chariot awaits, m'lady." He gestured toward his van and extended his elbow which you looped both your arms around. He opened the passenger door for you and helped you in before climbing in to the driver's seat.

"Thank you for taking me to the dance." You leaned your head back against the seat and turned to face him.

"My pleasure. Before we go, I got you something."

You sat up straight, "You did?"

Eddie rummaged around behind his seat for a moment, looking for what he had stopped to buy earlier, before pulling out a heart-shaped box. He never in his life thought he would be buying someone a heart-shaped anything, but somehow, he was already wrapped around your finger and committed to doing anything he thought might make you smile.            

"Happy Valentine's Day." He said as he handed it to you.

You grinned ear to ear, "You got me chocolate?! Thank you!"

"You're welcome." He chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled out of your driveway.

You took the lid of the box and looked thoughtfully at the roulette in front of you. "Hmm..." You selected one and took a cautious bite, "Ugh! Raspberry!" Your face twisted up in disgust.

"What? Raspberry is the best!" Eddie argued.

"Well, here. It's all yours." You held the half-eaten chocolate to Eddie's mouth, still wet with your spit. He suppressed a soft moan and felt his heart racing as he parted his lips and you dropped the candy in before returning to the box in your lap. His lower lip tickled from where your finger had brushed it and he subconsciously nibbled the spot and tried to keep his eyes on the road and not on the dream-come-to-life in the passenger seat.

You selected another one and took a bite, "Caramel! Now that's more like it!"

Eddie made a silent mental note that you hated raspberry, but liked caramel. Just in case he ever needed to know that. He hoped someday he’d need to know that.

When you got to the school, you could hear the music from the parking lot and see the lights flashing in the windows. Eddie almost backed out until he saw how excited you looked. You smiled, and he knew he was a goner.

"Wait right there!" He said as you unbuckled your seat belt.

He jumped out of the van and rushed around to the passenger side to open your door for you.

"I never would have guessed you were such a gentleman." You smiled and raised your eyebrow in a way that suggested you were only teasing.

'Me either.'  Eddie thought.

You led the way to the gym half walking, half skipping.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed as soon as you were closed enough to discern lyrics from the loud thumping, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him toward the dance floor.

You began swaying your hips and twirling to the beat. Eddie stood and watched you, awkwardly nodding his head along to the song he was only vaguely familiar with. You sighed and rolled your eyes with a grin.

"Come on, Munson! I know you've got better moves than that!"

You grabbed his hands in yours and began shaking his arms back and forth as if to loosen him up. Keeping his right hand in yours, you raised his arm up and spun underneath it, twirling back to grab his left hand again. Eddie watched you in adoration. You really were beautiful and watching you dance in front of him was just what he needed to lighten up and enjoy himself. He began moving to the music and before too long was swinging his arms and kicking his legs out erratically in an intentionally overexaggerated way that made you laugh. He had told you that he loved school dances, but you guessed the closest thing he'd ever done to "dancing" was probably in a mosh pit. It was endearing how he was putting himself out there so you wouldn't have to be at the dance alone. The song ended and you collapsed breathless and giggling into his chest.

"I knew you had the moves!"

He smiled at you and tried to think of something clever to say. His train of thought was interrupted by the next song starting. A slow one.

"Uh...um..." His cheeks flushed, "I'm gonna go get us some punch."

He turned to walk away, but you caught his wrist.

"Not so fast! You're not going to leave me alone in the middle of the dance floor during a slow song. You can get punch later. Come here."

You pulled him back into you and draped your arms across his shoulders, linking your fingers behind his neck. He slowly, nervously lowered his hands to your waist and you stepped in closer to him. Looking up at him with earnest eyes you asked,

"You don't go to a lot of school dances, do you?

He winced, "That obvious?"

You smiled, "I was surprised when you said that you did, and you just don't seem like you're in your element."

"This is actually the first school dance I've ever been to. They're... not really my scene." He admitted.

"So why did you tell me you were going tonight?"

"Well, because you said you wanted to go… and telling you I was going seemed less scary than actually asking you on a date." He finished softly.

You pondered this for a moment.

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked at you expectantly.

"I've practically been begging Dustin to introduce me to you. He kept telling me that I wasn't "your type." But, then today he invited me to have lunch with you guys. I have no idea what changed his mind, but I’m so glad he did. Honestly, I only brought up the dance because I was too afraid to ask you out.”

Eddie blinked slowly as he considered that you had noticed him before he noticed you, and that you had wanted to get to know him.

"First of all, sweetheart," He began, "Dustin doesn't know shit about "my type." Second, I was just telling Dustin this morning how pretty you are and the little shit got it in his mind to play matchmaker."

"Really?"

“Yeah, that kid really thinks he knows what’s best for everyone. I mean, he’s usually right, but still. He gets this tone and –”

“No,” you cut off his rambling, “I mean, you really think I’m pretty?” You blushed, feeling silly.

"What are you even talking about?" He stepped back and held you at an arm’s length looking over you from head to toe, "Look at you! You’re fuckin' gorgeous."

Your blush deepened to a warm crimson, "You're gorgeous." You whispered shyly.

Eddie looked at you like you hung the moon.

“Do… do you…” He trailed off.

“Do I…?” You prompted.

“Can I…”

“Can you…?”

“Can I kiss you?” He blurted.

You grinned and stepped in close to him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“I was hoping that was what you were trying to ask.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief and closed the gap between your lips. His lips were surprisingly soft as they moved against yours slowly and tenderly. You melted into him with your hands planted against his chest, and Eddie decided then and there that Valentine’s Day was his favorite holiday.

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Lie +18

Request: Can you write some angst, plsss❤️ I need angry Ruben 😍😂 u can decide the end of it.

Perfect timing with this request because these parade pics got me feeling some type of way!😝

Summary - Reader and Ruben play truth or dare without the dare

Enjoy!

"Let's play truth or dare but we can only pick truth."

"What? Ruben chuckled.

There wasn't anything worth watching on TV so you thought you'd spice things up a little.

"Truth or dare, except we can only tell each other the truth."

Ruben frowned. "So a normal conversation then?"

"No." You sighed. "An utterly and completely honest conversation with each other. Neither of us can lie."

Ruben looked to ponder the idea.

"Alright,  you first." He said.

"Really?" Excited, you adjust yourself to face him where the two of you sat on the couch.

"Okay, first question. How many girls have you slept with before me?"

Ruben rolled his eyes. "Y/N."

"No, come on. I want the truth and only the truth."

He observed you skeptically, not really sure what this game was gonna lead to.

"I've slept with three other women before you. There happy now?"

You smiled because you didn't expect Ruben to have a magnificent body count. He was just too much of a gentleman to have thrown himself out there like that.

"And you, how many guys have you slept with before me?"

It was his turn, but how boring of Ruben to choose formality over creativity when it came to his question.

"Hmm, maybe eight people."

"Eight guys?" He said suprised. "But you said you've only had two boyfriends before me."

You chuckled. "You're allowed to sleep with people without being in a relationship with them, no?"

He nodded, but his adams apple jumped when he swolled.

"Alright, my turn again." This was fun, you thought. "Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and another person?"

"Guy or girl?"

"Either." You said.

"No." He answered. "My turn. Same question to you. Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and another person, guy or girl?"

"Yes, if everyone felt comfortable about it."

"Correction." Ruben cleared his throat. "Have you ever had a threesome before?"

"Ruben that's not fare, it's supposed to be my turn." How was he already breaking the rules, you thought.

"Fine." He sighed. "Your turn."

"Thank you." You smiled. "Best sex you've ever had, was it with me?"

"Of course."

Your heart jumped of how serious his expression turned when he said this.

"Good to know." You nodded, hiding the heat that had risen to your face.

"And same questions to you. Am I the best you've ever had?"

"Um..."

He was playing a dangerous game, you thought. The backfiring question was not a good way to go. At least he was playing the game that you put him up to.

"No?" He frowned.

"What no. Ruben you didn't even give me anytime to think."

"I didn't think you'd need all night."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Just answer the question Y/N."

"No." You muttered.

Ruben looked away for a second, towards something in the distance. His jaw clenched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"My turn." You said, however not as enthusiastic as you were at the start of the game. "If you could change something from your past what would it be?"

"Saying yes to playing this game with you."

"Ruben." You gasped.

"My turn. So who's this mystery guy that's given it to you better than I have?"

"Who says it's a guy?"

Ruben frowned. "It's not?"

You shook your head.

Ruben looked at you with an expression you didn't recognize. "So who was it then?" He said, a bit resentful.

"Ruben I..."

He shook his head. "Just tell me."

"But you won't..."

"What? It's not like I know the person." He chuckled.

You bit your lip.

"Wait." He paused. "Don't tell me I know this person?"

You didn't want to answer his question by the way he was already rattled up by it.

"Y/N, tell me who it is."

In honor of the rules of the game, you thought.

"It was Nina."

"Nina? As in Nina your boss?" Ruben stood from the couch.

"Well she wasn't my boss at the time. We were colleagues."

"You slept with a colleague that is now your boss, great."

"Ruben, you asked..."

"No, you asked!" He shouted. "You asked to play this fucking game Y/N. You did."

Somthing heavy was in your throat and you felt yourself hold back tears. "I...I didn't mean for it to go this far. I'm sorry."

Ruben had begun pacing the room. Perhaps thinking of all the times you've invited your boss for dinner or the times you two went out for a jog together. Those times were plenty, but only because Nina was one of your closest friends today.

"Ruben please...".

"Don't!"

You stood from the couch. However he denied your attempt to approach him.

"I've told you nothing but the truth about me, haven't I?"

"You have." You said, voice shaky.

"This....this was you lying to me Y/N."

You frowned. "I didn't lie Ruben. It just never came up."

"Never came up." He laughed, a laughter that made you want to hide your face and cry. "She's been at or fucking house Y/N. If I invited people that I've fucked for dinner I would at least have the courtesy to tell you about it first, no?"

"Well, aren't you perfect!" You shouted. Ruben was being unfair. "There is nothing going on with me and Nina, she is just my boss."

"And apparently the best person to ever fuck you."

"That's it." You turned you back and headed for the door.

"And where do you think your going." Ruben grabbed your arm preventing you from taking another step.

"Ruben, let me go". There was tears in you eyes, you hated it when the two of you argued. It was like a part of you died every time.

"No." He said, pulling you back towards him. He was stronger than you, he railed you in faster than you could protest.

"Let me go Ruben."

He had you pressed to his chest, with you looking up at him.

"No." He said, a firm grip around your wrist. "Not until you beg me to stop fucking you."

You gasped as he swooped your feet off the floor, carrying you in his arms towards the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed and before you could understand what was happening he was on top of you, kissing your neck with one hand reaching under your shirt.

"Ruben please." The excitement came to you in floods. Ruben was usually really good at foreplay but this, this was so much better.

He pinned you to the matress once your bra was unhooked and your shirt tossed over your head. He got busy with your breast to the point where you understood that he was making his mark.

"Ruben please."

He had his hand down your shorts. Occasionally teasing you clit put for the most part drilling you in and out with his fingers.

You squinted your eyes and arched you back as you came all over his hand, seransding him with a pool of wetness.

"Look at you." He grinned. "So needy for me."

He held a hand around your throat. His thumb forcing you mouth open, wanting you to clean up the mess you made.

You sucked his fingers one by one. You lips clenching around his knuckles.

"Good girl." He said. "Now turn around."

You tried but felt your legs tremble beneath you.

"Fine." Ruben said, flipping you over himself.

You lay on your belly with your shorts pulled down to your ankles. Ruben raised your hips with a hand tugging at your waist. You knew he hadn't gone completely dark when he whispered "This okay?" Before adjusting himself behind you.

"Yes, god yes." You said, feeling how your swollen pussy pulsated between your thighs. You want him inside you, now.

Ruben planted soft kisses down your naked back, suprising you with a slightly aggressive backshot that had you fisting the bed sheets.

"Shhh." He said, referring to your quiet whimpers. "You want this?" He asked, thrusting in and out of you like there was no tomorrow.

"I need it." You gasped, arching your back to take him in as deep as you could.

It went on for minutes, hours even.  Although you came on his cock more than five times Ruben kept on filling you up, thrust after thrust.  He kept at it to the point of your legs and hands gave up on you. You couldn't stand on all fours anymore. That's when he turned sweet again, caressing you and asking to bring you a glass of water. Once the two of you lay in each others arms he dared ask. "Was that good for you."

You barely had the strength to nod, it felt like you had been running a marathon. Your body was simply exhausted.

"It was the best Ruben."

"Good." He said and kept on holding you and kissing you until you fell asleep in his arms.

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[fiyasgideon]

Hi there. Any mdtb AU fic recs (modern setting preferably or unique settings) that you could share? Thanks :)

Sure thing! I'm gonna try to list some of the less popular (around 500 or less kudos) fics that I love so there's a higher chance people haven't read them yet, and also, so they'll get more love.

Forward by @raendown

Modern AU where Madara meets Tobirama again at a soccer game. Very cute and Raendown's works are all amazing. Honestly, they have a ton of good Modern AU's, so I'd just go check their profile out and search their Modern AU tag.

Get Yourself Someone Who Can Do Both by Gracelte

A funny modern AU Valentine's fic where every year for Valentine's, Madara pretends to go get stood up at a restaurant to get free meals.

The Boss's Sweetheart series by Sylencia

An overall amazing series, I think the second one is my favorite just because of the scene they make at their date and how Madara tries to make up for it afterwards.

In Need of Good Food by @wisiaden

A very funny food fic where Tobirama has a ton of food allergies, but doesn't let that stop him from enjoying renown chef Madara's food.

To Whom it May Concern by Honks

A very cute and funny Modern fic with an online crochet teacher Tobirama, who goes by Suiton, and a Madara who is a very good son who is just trying to help his mother out by emailing Suiton questions about his pattern videos.

Of Fungi And Voyria by @messier-47

This is actually a Stardew Valley au, though no knowledge of the game is needed (as I have none and still enjoyed it). It's got some heavy themes though, so mind the tags. Totally worth it if you can read it though, it's what got me into Messier's fics (which are all amazing, especially the spice).

Two Of A Kind by midnightfeast

This is a MadaTobi fic in a kinda loose way, as Madara is an inmate at a prison, and Tobirama is a horse, but they bond. It's cute, and a little funny seeing Madara become the Horse Girl tm. Definitely worth a read.

Angel of Vengeance by Makiaru

Modern cop Tobirama who requires help from a hired killer Madara for a special case after something happens and his suspect walks free, allowing them to kidnap his younger brothers.

And now, for some spice!

No Matter the Distance by Sylencia

Modern AU long distance relationship with some nice phone sex.

Play Games With Me by Sir_Thirst_A_Lot

A funny modern gaming streamer Tobirama and Madara fic with lots of fluff and UST.

Working Relationship by CreativeSweets

A modern superhero au with kleptomaniac Tobirama and superhero Madara falling for each other. In mask or out of mask? I won't say. It's a good story on its own, but it does have some spice in it.

Ride For Me by Pengress

A spicy fic set in a modern sex club where Madara goes to let off some steam by himself. Tobirama likes what he sees and maybe wants to show Madara how much better things would be if he let Tobirama join. For now though he can't touch Madara, so he'll have to get creative.

All in the Technique by @illogicals-blog

Tobirama moves back home and rejoins the Uchiha owned dojo where Madara has become an instructor. Lots of UST, and many innuendos about working out.

Send them Packing by @ellionne

A funny modern female Madara exacting revenge on some men who decide to spread fake stories about sleeping with her by pretending to have a dick they apparently "forgot" to mention in their stories, and a sec shop worker Tobirama who is all too willing to help her, in more ways than one.

If there's a Modern AU fic you like that I didn't list, it's either because it's something I've already linked before in a previous rec list, which you can find here or here, or it's from Raendown or Sylencia, who pretty much dominate the Modern AU tags, and you should definitely just go to their pages and read all their fics.

#fic rec list #its crazy how many modern aus are by reandown and Sylencia #theyre all so good too #please check them out #fiyas speaks #madatobi #madara uchiha #tobirama Senju