#but I went for the 'meeting over wine after a long time' theme

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Something Borrowed

➪the one where you and jake run into his ex at a friends wedding.

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), fingering, public smut, swearing, dirty talk, insecurities, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, car sex, a real bitchy ex

Word Count: 6k - last post got deleted or something :( idk where it went

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When Jake asked you to be his plus one to his old college friends wedding, you were ecstatic 

Not only was it an excuse to show off how ridiculously hot your boyfriend of three years is, it was also the opportunity to see him in a suit all night. While he looked Godly in his flight suit and uniforms, seeing him in something different but equally as formal was always a treat. 

You had bought - actually Jake insisted he buy you - a new dress that went well with his tux. While it was all black with a white button up, your dress was a champagne color that was just the right amount of contrast and went well with the ‘fine wining’ theme. 

Yeah, you two were that couple.

You didn’t get the opportunity to dress up very often with how hectic both yours and Jake’s schedules are, with date nights being something simple like takeout and a movie or a stroll around the beach that often ended up with you and him jumping each other in the shower when you were supposed to be ridding yourselves of the sand. 

So when he asked you to tag along, you agreed right away. 

But he failed to inform you that his ex-girlfriend would also be there. 

To be fair, he had no idea that she was going to be there, but he probably could’ve guessed since she was also a friend of Trent, the Groom himself, and his wife-to-be, Gemma. 

You were sitting at the table assigned to you, Jake and a few others during the reception part of the wedding when Trent came up to you. He looked a bit tipsy, but that was to be expected. “Hey, man! Thanks for coming,”

Jake’s arms were secured around your middle, your back pressed right up against his front since he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself after watching you walk out of your shared room a few hours ago in the same dress you’re wearing now. “Hey, Trent,” he greets, taking his eyes off you for the first time since you sat down at the table. “Congrats, buddy.”

“Thanks,” Trent grins, holding up his left hand and showing off the silver wedding band. “This is gonna take some getting used to.”

Jake shakes his head and teases the skin of your thigh with the tips of his fingers. This dress was probably your favorite thing you own, and the long slit on the left leg area was definitely Jake’s favorite part of it. “I’m sure you’ll manage,” 

Trent grinned down at the two of you before leaning in and muttering, “Hey, have you seen Mara yet?”

Your ears perked up at that, the name being somewhat familiar to you and definitely to Jake. “Mara?” He questioned, quirking a brow and glancing at you. “Why would I have seen her?” 

“‘Cause she’s here, man,” Trent answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. 

Jake’s smile faded a bit and he tightened his arm around you. “She’s…here?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, even though you tried meeting his eyes. “As in…here, here?”

“Uh, yeah,” Trent laughed as he reached over and tugged Gemma away from a conversation with a few other guests. “We kept in contact with her after the two of you broke up.”

Gemma lifted a brow in confusion before she nodded, “Mara? Oh, yeah, she’s around here somewhere,” then she looked at you with barely-hidden concern. “I hope this won’t be awkward for you.”

You wave her off with a small smile as you drape your arm around Jake’s shoulders. “It shouldn’t be,” you assure both the newly-weds as well as Jake, who gave you a cautious look. “I’ll be civil if we see her, I promise.”

Jake nodded then leaned in to press a kiss to your neck. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t know she’d be here.”

Jake had been yours for the last three years, Mara was a long way back in his past. Really, you had nothing to be concerned or worried about at all. “It’s okay, baby, really,” you say and kiss his cheek. “Totally fine.”

He nods, his fingers going back to tracing random shapes onto your thigh as Trent and Gemma walk away. “There’s a lot of people here, anyway,” he said. “We might not even see her at all.” 

One could only hope you wanted to say but didn’t. Instead you just smile at him and run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Maybe,”

Jake finished off his drink and set it down before gently gripping the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down to meet his. Your lips connected in a searing yet chaste kiss before he pulled away and smirked at the smudge of lipstick on your chin. He wipes it away with his thumb and leans in to ask, “Dance with me?”

You grin, “As long as I can lead,”

He scoffed as you stood up. “Please,” he murmured as he took your hand in his after standing up as well. “I always lead.”

You hold back a smirk as he guides you towards the middle of the room. “I know,” you whine, resting your other hand on his shoulder when he stops and pulls your body close to his. “It’s not fair.”

“Oh, it’s fair,” he replied as his free arm reached down to wrap around your waist. “You’re a terrible dancer, baby.”

You gasp, “Hey! I thought my dance moves were what made you ask me out,”

“They were,” he confirmed, pulling your body up against his. “I remember the first time I ever saw you dancing. It was at that awful excuse of a dive bar downtown, and some dumb remix was playing. Then there you were. You didn’t care that you couldn’t keep up with the beat, and definitely didn’t care about all the people staring at you because of it. I knew then that I wanted you and that I had to have you.”

You blush at the memory. “And look at us now,”

“Look at us now,” he repeated, glancing around the room discreetly before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “I get to go home with the prettiest and most perfect girl here.”

Your blush deepens as you lean up to brush your lips against his. “You’ve always been such a flirt, Seresin,” you tell him, pressing a proper kiss to his mouth afterwards. “But it’s the reason why I said yes when you asked me out that night at that terrible dive bar.”

“You sent a lot of sad guys away that night,” he reminisced. “Almost made me too nervous to try out my own luck with you.”

“I’m glad you did,” you mumble before kissing him again, this time more deeply. It was a pretty intense kiss to be shared in public, but Jake was all about PDA with you, and he couldn’t care less about being told to ‘get a room’ when those fuckers had no idea what it was like to be with you. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured and kissed you again.

Your heart always skipped a beat when he called you sweetheart, and he knew it, too. You were convinced your reaction to it is the main reason he called you it, the cheeky fucker. 

Jake’s hands slid further down your body, but before they could get past your lower back, a voice said, “Jake? Is that really you?” 

It had you pulling away from him and looking to your left, where you see a tall brunette standing there with a wide grin on her face, her white teeth on full display. 

Jake, too, looked over at her, and when they met eyes, she beamed, “Oh, my God, it really is you!” A laugh escaped her lips as she leaned in and pulled him in for a hug. “It’s been so long.”

“Mara,” Jake greeted as he wrapped one arm around her, his other keeping you close to him. “Yeah, I guess it’s been a while, huh?” 

“Too long, in my opinion, we used to be friends,” she teased and pulled away before looking over at you. “Hi! I’m Mara.”

“Y/n,” you say as Jake wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. 

“God, you’re pretty,” Mara compliments as she looks between you and Jake. “Are you two...”

“Together,” he finished her sentence, making you smile up at him as her own faded just a bit. “Yeah.”

Mara nodded and sipped on her wine glass. “I can see why,” she observed, looking you up and down. “You two make a great pairing. So unlike him and I. We were so bad for each other.”

She ended it with a laugh, making your brows furrow as you tried to hold back a scoff. “We don’t need to get into that,” Jake tried to change the subject, his hand running up and down your back in a comforting manner. “It’s Trent’s wedding, after all.”

“Oh, of course,” Mara waved him off then looked over at you. “I love weddings. They’re so romantic.”

“I have to agree with you there,” you reply and look around at the pretty flowers and decorations. “It’s a beautiful venue.”

“You should’ve seen the one Jake and I were looking at when we were together,” she said nonchalantly and sipped more of the wine. 

“Oh? Um,” you trail off and look up at your boyfriend who had his brows drawn together in confusion and irritation. 

“Oh, don’t worry, we weren’t engaged or anything like that,” Mara added. “Just wanted to see what the options were if the time came, you know?”

You hesitantly nod, growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. “Right,”

Mara smiled then quickly said, “Oh! He’s like my ‘something borrowed’!”

Jake stuttered out a laugh of disbelief. “Your what?”

“I had him first, and now you do, so it’s like you’re borrowing him from me,” she answered, and you weren’t sure if she was joking or being completely serious. 

Jake’s eyes widened as he moved you away from her. “I don’t think that’s true,” he said. “I’m very happy with Y/n here, and she’s not borrowing me from anyone. We’re each others.”

Mara nodded with wide eyes as she raised her hands in defense. “Right, of course,” 

Your smile was gone now and Jake must’ve sensed that you were growing more annoyed by the minute as he moved to rest his hand on the small of your back. “Well, we better go finish off dessert,” he tried to end the conversation. “Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“Have at it,” she responded and you felt her eyes on you as Jake guided you back towards the table.

“She just totally interrupted our moment,” you pouted and Jake pouted back at you as he raised his free hand and tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“How will we ever survive?” He teased as he pulled out your chair for you. 

You sit down and glance back at the brown haired girl who was still looking in your direction. “Your ex is kind of fucking weird,” you say and he laughs as he sits next to you and drapes his arm across the back of your chair. 

“It’s easy for my girlfriend to say that about my ex,” he pointed out and glanced back at her. “She wasn’t that weird when we were together, which was a long time ago.” 

He was clearly trying to reassure you, and you could appreciate it to an extent. “She’s pretty,” but still, you were quite stubborn. 

Jake leaned in and kissed your cheek, making you look back over at his forest green eyes. “Is she? I wasn’t paying attention as I was far too busy looking at my sexy and drop dead gorgeous date,”

You blush and feel your insecurities disappear at his words. “That’s a good response,” you mumble and the two of you share a knowing look before he grabs the fork from off the table and begins feeding you pieces of the lemon flavored cake.

An hour or so later, you were pressed against the wall of the hallway that was next to the room the wedding was being held in with Jake standing in front of you. His lips were on yours as he pressed his front against your chest and softly ground his hips against your own. 

Your moans were lost to his mouth as he pressed you harder against the wall, his tongue poking out to run along your lips. “You taste so good,” he rasped, the faint remnants of lemon cake coating his taste buds. “Sweetest fucking thing, aren’t you?”

His words go right through you and you grip his biceps tightly as he begins placing kisses to your neck and shoulders. “Jake,” you moan and tilt your head back. “I want you so bad, fuck.”

“Yeah?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice and the image of it that flashed through your mind had you whining quietly. “You want me right here? Want me to take you right here in this hallway?”

You nod frantically as you grip his hair. “I want it,”

Jake reached down and ran his hand up your exposed thigh through the slit in your dress. “Look at what you’re wearing,” he teased, pushing the fabric further up your body. “It’d be so easy for me to fuck you in this dress. No one would even know.”

You moan loudly and watch as he sinks to his knees and pulls down your white lace panties with him. “Jake,” you gasp as he places a kiss on your inner thigh. You look around the empty hallway with excitement evident in your eyes, and Jake caught onto it almost instantly. 

“You’d love to get caught, huh?” He mocked as he ran the tip of his index finger along your slit before sinking it into your wet core. “Love to have someone see how fucking needy we are for each other.”

“Baby,” you whimper as he leans in and circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, God. Jake.”

Just as you reached down to grab hold of his hair, the sound of someone calling for Jake had him pulling away from you. “Jake?” The person called again as he stood up and helped you fix your dress. “Jake..oh, there you are.”

You wanted to roll your eyes as Mara left the room and stepped into the hallway with you and Jake. “Here I am,” he said and moved to stand halfway behind you in an attempt to hide his obvious erection. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, Trent asked me if I knew where you were since he hadn’t seen you for a while now,” she explained and you crossed your arms as you stared at her. “I offered to go look for you since he’s had a few drinks now and is well past the point of being able to see clearly.”

Jake nodded and adjusted himself in his dress pants before stepping around you. “Do you know what he wants?” He asked as he took your hand in his. 

“No idea,” Mara answered as she avoided looking at you and instead kept her eyes on Jake. “Better go find out.”

It sounded like she was trying to get him to leave you and go with her, but she was out of her fucking mind if she thought he was going to leave you out in the hall while he went off with his ex. “Oh, okay,” he trailed off. “Thanks.”

Then he was pulling you with him as he entered the room again, missing the brief look of annoyance that flashed across her face, but you definitely didn’t. 

After a quick conversation with Trent that ended with the two men saying goodbye and setting up a date to grab a beer together, Jake pulled you with him towards the exit of the building. 

Your body was on fire and was aching for him in every way, and the moment you had with him in the hall felt like a massive tease. You wanted him so badly, you were practically drooling as Jake hauled you to his truck and pulled you onto his lap in the driver’s seat. 

The dark parking lot of the venue was pretty much empty by now, with the exception of a few cars here and there. You and Jake could fuck right in the abandoned lot without anyone seeing you, and you were so desperate that you were sure you couldn’t wait until you got home.

“I swear,” you mutter as you loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. “If we get interrupted again, I’ll scream, and I only want you to make me do that.”

Jake huffed out a laugh and pulled your dress up and bunched it around your waist. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled as he gripped your hips and rocked your core against his thigh. “You’re all worked up too, huh?”

You moan and nod quickly, forgetting about your task of ridding him of his shirt and instead gripping his shoulders as you ground yourself against him. “Oh, fuck, Jake,” you whine as he helped guide your frantic movements. “I need you so bad, please. Please.”

Jake leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your mouth that you quickly reciprocated. “You need me to make you come, baby? You want to come right on my thigh?” 

You nod again and tilt your head back as he kisses along your neck, his finger pulling at the thin straps of your dress and pulling them down your shoulders. “I want it so bad, Jake,” you whimper as you drag your core against his thigh. “I want you so bad, it’s driving me crazy.”

Jake groaned when your hand reached between your bodies and brushed against his groin. “You drive me crazy, too, sweetheart,” he confessed, bucking his hips against you and making you let out a surprised moan. “Had me so fucking hard for hours.”

Your dress slipped past your shoulders and exposed your chest to him, and when he leaned down to wrap his mouth around your nipple, you whined, “I want you inside me,” you begged as you felt your high approaching with just a few grounds of your hips. You were that worked up. “I’m gonna come, Jake, fuck.”

Jake tugged on your hardened peak with his teeth before pulling away. “Come, baby,” he requested and you were more than happy to oblige, except just as you were about to, the sound of someone knocking on the driver’s side window had you squealing in surprise as you pressed your body against Jake’s. He wrapped his arms around you and shielded your body away from the eyes of whoever knocked, and when he looked over to see who it was, he met Mara’s gaze. 

“Hey,” she greeted in a drunken tone. It was so dark out, he was sure she wasn’t able to see much of you in the truck, only that you were situated on top of him. “I’m sorry, my ride ditched me. Can you drive me home? Please?”

You keep your body pressed to his as you pull your dress back up and lift your head with a pissed off expression on your face. Jake met your angry gaze with guilty eyes as he looked around the dark surroundings, and you knew he wouldn’t leave her here alone. 

Sometimes you really hated how much of a good guy he is.

Huffing, you push your dress back down and crawl over the center console and slump against the passenger seat. “Sure, hop in the back,” he answered and reached over to brush his knuckles against your cheek as you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry, baby, I promise, I’m all yours as soon as we get home.”

“I thought you were already all mine,” you grunted as you gently pushed his hand away and put on your seatbelt. 

“You know what I mean,” he sighed just as Mara opened the backseat door and hopped up into the truck. “Where do you live?” He asked as he pulled out of the parking space and left the lot of the venue.

You look back at her as she smirks. “You know where I live,”

With an eye roll, you turn back around with another huff and turn away from both of them, facing the window and watching the dark scenery. 

“You’re in the same house as before?” He asked for clarification as he looked over at you and tried to get you to meet his eyes, but he knew you were pissed off by this point. 

“Yep,” she replied and you hold back a scoff at the flirty edge to her voice. “I’m sure you remember how to get there.”

You had to grip onto the seat to physically stop yourself from opening the door and jumping out of the moving truck. She was fucking with you for fun now as if she had a chance with him again now that he was with you. 

The ache in your core wasn’t helping your bad mood, either, and every time Jake tried to help you relieve, she showed up. She seemed convinced that her and Jake were still close, or maybe she thought they were friends, but you knew better. Jake wasn’t one to keep a friendship with an ex-fling, yes - he considered her a fling and has told you on multiple occasions that you were pretty much his first real girlfriend. 

He slept around a lot and never settled down until he met you, and then he cleaned his act up and became a better man for you. He stopped his ‘fuckboy ways’ and actually put in an effort, and now three years later he was like a completely different person. A way different person to the one Mara knew. That version of Jake was long gone, but she couldn’t seem to comprehend that. 

How could she ever think he was her ‘something borrowed’? The nerve of her had your blood boiling a bit. 

The fifteen minute car ride was silent, though Jake did try to make small talk with you, but you weren’t having it. You knew it wasn’t really fair to be mad at him, but he really was the only person that could tell Mara to take the hint and fuck off, and he wasn’t doing that. 

Jake parked on the street beside her driveway and reached for your hand as he turned to face Mara. “There you go,” he said without emotion and when you, too, looked back at her, she was smirking as she opened the door. 

“I knew you’d remember where I lived,” she purred as she got out. “Thanks, Jake, I owe you one.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he brushed her off. “It’s no problem.”

She waved at him, and Jake being the decent guy he is, waited until she was inside her house before he turned to you.

You were tense as he gently rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, and he was almost afraid to break the silence, but he couldn’t sit in it any longer. “Baby,” he called softly, trying to get you to meet his eyes. “Can you look at me, please?” 

With a huff, you glance over at him. He looked good in the dim lighting of the truck and you still felt that ache in your body for him, but you were also so upset about how things turned out. “What?”

Jake sighed and laced his fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry about Mara,” he started and you soften your gaze just the smallest bit. “I didn’t think she would be there, honestly, and the first time she came up to us, I should’ve shut her down. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

You lean back against the seat as you play with his long fingers. “She wants you,” you stated. “She acted as if I wasn’t even there the whole night.”

“But you were,” he said, turning to face you fully. “You were there with me, Mara wasn’t. And I don’t care if she wants me, because I don’t want her. I mean, you know the kind of guy I was when I was with her, and I’m not going back to that. I want you, always, all the time.”

You stubbornly mumble, “She wants to fuck you,” 

Jake lifted a brow as he leaned in, “But I want you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on your hand. “You’ve had me hard from the second I saw you in this fucking dress.”

You playfully roll your eyes as you smooth out the champagne colored fabric. “Right,”

“It’s true,” he insisted, reaching over with his free hand and firmly gripping your chin. He turned your head so you were looking at him again, and you felt your anger begin to fade away and the lust return. “But I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, baby. Mara can look all she wants, but I’m yours and that isn’t changing.”

You bite down harshly on your lip as you hold back a whine. “Jake,” 

He smirks a bit at your reaction, but then his phone went off and he recognized the number as Mara’s. You assumed it was hers, as well, and let out a sound of frustration as you turned to open the door and practically ripped off your seatbelt. 

Before you could go into her house and have your way with her, Jake reaches over and pulls you back and onto his lap. His lips connect with yours as he tightly grips either side of your face and keeps you close to him. “Forget about her,” he muttered against your mouth and tossed his phone aside. 

“Jake-”

“She can go fuck herself, because she’s sure as hell not fucking me,” he continued and you whimper against his mouth. “The only person who gets to have me like this is you.”

You moan as you take off his seatbelt. “Jake,” 

“This,” he murmured, grinding upwards and making you whine loudly. “Is all yours, baby. It’s only yours, for as long as you want me, though I’m hoping it’s forever because you’re it for me, sweetheart. There’s no one after you.”

You gasp before pressing a deep his to his mouth, and he returns it immediately as your tongue pokes out and brushes against his. “God, Jake, I need you so bad,” you say as you reach down and palm him through his dress pants. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I need you inside me.”

Jake grunted as he pushed your dress up around your hips and the scene mirrored the one in the parking lot. “I can’t wait, either, baby,” he admitted and you unzipped his pants and reached into his boxer briefs. “I want to fuck you so badly.” 

“Please,” you begged, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his mouth to yours. “Please, fuck me. No one can see us, it’s almost one AM, Jake. Please, I need it.”

Jake had never seen you this needy and desperate before, and the sight had him refraining from coming right then and there. “Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pushing down the straps of your dress and pinching your hardened nipples between his thumb and index fingers. “I know no one can see us, but I wouldn’t give a fuck even if they could. I need you, too, baby. Right fucking here.” 

“Please,” you whimper again and Jake reaches down to push your soaked panties to the side, guiding you to run your folds up and down the length of his hard dick. “Fuck me, Jake. I want it.”

“Yeah?” He breathlessly asked as his tip poked at your entrance. “You need me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly as you arch your back. He drops his hands and grips his base as he guides himself slowly into you. “Yes, fuck yes, Jake.” 

He bottoms out and you both moan in relief. You were so turned on and wet, it was easy for him to slip inside of you and fill up every inch you had to give. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned as you gripped his shoulders tightly and lifted yourself up. “Show me how much you need me, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

How could you possibly say no to that? 

You drop yourself back down and moan loudly as he reaches even deeper than before, and you tilt your head back to allow his mouth to connect with your neck. “God, you’re big,” you slur as your chest runs up and down his with every lift of your hips. “I needed you so badly, Jake, I was going insane.”

Jake groaned and kissed his way up your neck to your lips. He kissed you deeply, still able to taste that lemon cake from dessert. “I know, baby, I’m sorry we had to wait so long,” he apologized and you clenched tightly around him. “Fuck, I wanted to make you come so badly in that damn hallway.”

You moan and grind down onto him harder. “Me too,” 

Jake grabbed hold of your hips as he fucked up into you roughly. “I’m gonna make up for it now,” he muttered as he took control of your body and helped guide you up and down on him. “I’m gonna make you come.”

“Please,” you cry out as you go limp on top of him and give him full control to do whatever he wants with you. You were so worked up, you were close to coming already, and he knew this as he reached down to rub slow circles onto your throbbing clit. “Oh, my God, fuck.”

You clenched helplessly around him as your whole body tensed up. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded in a soft tone. “All over me.”

A loud cry left your lips as you come hard and fuck yourself onto him when he stills and lets you ride out your high. Uneven breaths escape you as you writhe on top of him, already feeling so overly-sensitive but still needing more.

“Slow down, baby,” he said gently and grabbed your hips to help you slowly roll your body against his. “You’re so sensitive when you come, don’t wear yourself out.”

“Then fuck me, Jake,” you request and he stops you completely. He kissed you multiple times before lifting your body up and letting you rest against his thigh. Reaching down, he runs the tips of his fingers along your slit before sinking them into you, making you moan softly as he slowly works you back up again. 

“Get in the back, sweetheart,” he said and you reach down to pull your dress off your body, leaving you almost entirely bare in front of him. His dark eyes trail all over your body as you crawl into the back and lay down on the seat, kicking off your heels and panties as you do so. Jake cursed under his breath as he cleaned you from his fingers before shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. 

He crawls back there with you and licks a stripe up your sopping core, making you shudder a bit, before he hovers over you and slides back into you. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around him and press your lips to his chest. 

“I know it’s not very romantic,” he started as he slowly fucked into you. “But hopefully I’ll be able to make up for it when we get back home.”

You shake your head as you wrap your legs around his waist. “You’re perfect, Jake,” you tell him and bury your face against the side of his neck. “So perfect for me, I love you so fucking much. I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you-”

“Hey,” he cut you off and gave one sharp thrust, effectively shutting you up. “Don’t ever apologize to me when you’ve done nothing wrong. There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, you hear me?”

You nodded and closed your eyes as he quickened his pace a bit. 

“I love you, baby, so damn much,” he said and kissed the base of your throat before sucking a mark there. “I’m sorry I was such a dick earlier by not sending her away the second I saw her.”

“It’s okay,” you replied breathlessly. “We’re okay, Jake.”

“Yeah,” he agreed as he began fucking you roughly. “We’re okay, baby, we’re us. Just us.”

You whimper and wrap your arms tightly around his body. “Just us,” 

Jake braced one hand on the doorframe and held you close to him with the other as his hips hit yours at a brutal pace. “Fuck yeah, sweet girl, you’re taking me so well,” 

You nod and bite down gently on the skin of his shoulder. “You’re so deep,”

“Yeah?” He asked as he pulled nearly all the way out before burying himself deep within your wet walls. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking tight.”

His filthy words had you seeing stars for a few seconds and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him. “I can’t,” you gasp. “I’m gonna come again, Jake, it’s too much.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing your jaw and chin as his hips rutted into yours. “I want you to come for me again. You deserve it.”

“I want you to come, too, Jake,” you mumble, reaching up and tugging on his hair. “Please, come with me. I want it so bad.”

Jake grunted as you pressed your heel against his lower back and drove him deeper into you. “You want it?” He asked, already knowing your answer as he held back his own release in order to get you there first. 

“I want it,” you reply immediately and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

“Come for me first, baby,” he rasped. “Then I’ll come for you.”

You moan and lift your back off the seat as you clamp down around him and come for the second time. 

“There you go, sweet girl,” he praised kissing you through your high as he felt his own take over his body. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

You keep your heel pressed against him and hold him close as he paints your hidden walls white and thrusts his release deeper into you. You moan with each uneven jerk of his hips and when he falls against your chest, you run your hands through his sweaty hair and make it messy. “I love you,”

“I love you more,” he murmured and pressed a few kisses to your damp shoulder. “And I’m sorry again.” He pulls out of you and gently fucks his fingers into you to keep his seed deep within your core before he tugs your panties up your legs and wraps his button up around your body. 

“It’s alright, baby,” you kiss him one last time before crawling onto the passenger seat. “Just know that I probably won’t be able to resist punching Mara square in the face if I ever see her again.”

Jake laughed as he picked up his phone and got back into the driver’s seat. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” he said and you gave him a confused look as he showed you his phone screen. Somehow, when he threw his phone aside, he accidentally accepted her call and she had listened to around three minutes of the thirty minute fucking session you and Jake just got finished doing. 

“Oh, my God,” you laugh and cover your face as he smirks and calls her back. 

“She blocked me,” he informed you after a few seconds and dropped his phone into the cup holder before running his hand through his messy hair and starting the truck. 

You laugh again. “Yeah, well,” you shrugged and wrapped his shirt tighter around your body as you leaned back. “At least she got the message now and took the hint.”

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[moonsaver]

A dance, A death, A dream,

for humanity slumbers for the final rest, and dreams after the final rest.

➸ On the neverending stage of Penacony; there lies a mysterious masquerade that serenades those whose dreams stretch further than the expanse of the night sky. In this masquerade, the marble floor extends infinitely, and the windows are dimly lit by the full moon. Several hands extend to you. Whose do you take?

➸A/n; NOT IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER AS TITLE SUGGESTS. my writing's gotten a bit rusty, and this is majorly inspired by the Acheron and Black swan dance. Please read it with a grain of salt. 2.2k words. Yandere themes, gn reader but they're implied to wear heels, so just yassify your self insert. Bad writing because I've been out of it for so long.

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A death

Scars, calluses, and a plethora of secrets remain buried on and under the skin of Blade's hand. He gently and firmly guides you out of your seat, and into the centre. The grip of his hand is firm on your waist, and the warmth seeps into your skin.

“I've seen you, many, many times..”

He whispers into your ear, as the music begins. The rasp of it sends chills down your spine, forming a few goosebumps along the way.

“We've scarcely met.” You reply,

“In my dreams.”

You stay silent. He continues,

“The long thread of destiny lingered around you. Our souls were tied.”

He turns you, and pulls you in again, your back pressed to his front. He leans down in an instant and whispers into your ear again,

“You waited for me.”

The clicks of your heels coincide with his agile footwork.

Blade remembers the same dream, played over and over in his mind. The bite on your jugular, the hand over your nape, the red blood staining his teeth like wine.

“You didn't leave.”

Your heart picks up. You close your eyes for a momentary relief that never comes. You feel your body tense, and your lungs slightly constrict.

“I.. didn't mean to.”

His grip only further tightens on you, and he pulls you in closer. The spinning almost leaves you dizzy, or perhaps it's something else?

“You left. Intentions seldom matter.”

“I know. I'm sorry.”

He stays quiet. His hands make gentle work, and gracefully guide you through the steps.

“those threads.. all came together and formed a tapestry of us.”

There were a multitude of them, although more monotone in nature. White occasionally graced the vibrant red thread, but was sooner stained with a murky black the further it went, infecting the red with its impurity. The vibrancy dimmed to a dull, dreary maroon.

“Some of them..”, he continues, his rough fingers snake around your wrist, bringing it up to his lips, where he tenderly kisses the inside, “..were tied around your wrist.”

“Around your waist..”

You turn again, your back presses into his chest momentarily,

“Braided into your hair,”

He pulls you in, leaning close into your face, to the point your noses almost touch,

“..wrapped around your throat.”

To you – it's like the dance halts for a moment. Something wrong happens.

His tone is warning, bubbling over the edge,

“You were mine.”

He turns you again, and roughly pulls you in, knocking your breath out of your lungs. Your shocked eyes meet his.

“You are mine.”

Your heartbeat thumps loudly in your ears. Blade pushes you around, almost mocking the gentleness and grace the dance is supposed to exude, stripping it of it's vulnerability like the harsh snap of a bear trap over the tender leg of a rabbit,

“I've pined, longed and stained you. I've ripped you apart and put you back together. Do you think it matters whether you left intentionally?”

Your lungs struggle to fill completely, you almost stumble from the harsh and swift movements Blade forces you through, and you stutter trying to get any word out, 

“Yingxi–! Wait!”

He pulls you in one last time, your face buried into his chest,

“You can not leave. Not anymore.”

The music halts to a break.

The dance stops.

His breath fans over your neck, the constricted space between you two rebounding the warm air. His teeth graze your jugular.

“Our flesh is tied. Struggle all you want, but we are intertwined further than dried blood over a wound.”

And this is how it is meant to be. Your hand on his weakness. His mouth on your heart.

The music starts again.

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A dream

Sunday's familiar gloved hand wastes no time wrapping around yours. He flashes you a smile as you give him a look.

“There are far too many spectators present tonight.”

You sigh, and smile.

“Of course. I'll do my best.”

“Thank you. As will I.”

His hand settles on your back, settling into the slight curve, and you straighten up, muscle memory kicking into action.

“Tonight's crowd mumbles and scatters to mystery as a moth akin to a flame. Dreams are not enough to quench their curiosity.”

The dance starts, and you relax after the first few steps, synchronising effortlessly with him,

“However, tonight's realm extends far beyond a dream.”

This was new.

Sunday always answered your questions about Dreams in a shapeless, vague manner. He often said it was to protect you.

This time, it was a warning.

“How so?” You ask. You don't expect him to go beyond surface level.

“Prime System Hours are during Midnight. A beautiful time.” He gently turns you, and brings you in,

“And why is that?”

“At this time, dreams become heavy. The memoria is dense enough to tear the thin membrane between reality and illusions.”

His wings slightly flutter. You feel almost hypnotized.

“The Dream realm and parts of The Reverie merge and collide. It bizarrely stabilises the lavish, shared dreams.”

You blink at him, slightly confused.

“And at this time, it is also easy to awaken from one's dreams, or sleep too deeply.”

You suck in a breath. A vision flashes into your mind.

Sunday stands across the empty ballroom. The candles are blown out. The windows creak with the gentle air of the night. The deathly pale light of the moon illuminates the side of Sunday's face.

Wake up? Sleep? Dream?

You breathe out, almost as if your soul had been snatched out of your body and harshly shoved back in. 

“Guests confuse their dreams and reality. They believe it's time to awaken, when reality seems pleasant, and dreams become bitter. Memories and presence blur together in an incoherent puzzle.”

He swerves you effortlessly, muscle memory keeping you from stumbling. But this time, your mind feels hazy.

“By the time they feel their consciousness return, they've already deeply penetrated into the dream realm.”

You blink again, and you're back at the same place. Except, this time, Sunday is closer. He takes your hand, and pulls you in. The emptiness of the ballroom is almost frightening, especially due to your confused and hazed state,

“As to whether they've woken up or not, relies solely on their ability to distinguish Reverie and the Dreamscape, which blurs more with the effect of the memoria.”

His voice echoes in your head with clarity, but your eyes blur the two figures, the contrast inducing dizziness in you to the point where you're afraid you might even fall,

“As for you..” He continues, golden eyes gently grazing over your confused and hazy expression, a smile stretching out onto his eerily perfect face,

“It's not time to decipher that yet.”

The silhouette of Sunday's fingers snap over the pale backdrop of the moon.

You open your eyes.

Sunday is standing before you with a warm smile. The candelabras are still burning. The crowd applauds you two. You breathe heavily, unsure of what has happened, your body suddenly zapped of energy, exhaustion straining your muscles.

“You seem to have overexerted yourself.”

Sunday's gloved hand trails up your back to your shoulder, guiding you gently back into the crowd, towards an empty table.

“Come now. The dust of this ballroom may be dulling your senses.”

Dust?

You blink for a moment, head slightly hanging as you collect yourself.

Sunday breathes out an ‘o’, and then chuckles softly.

“Do not mind it, dear”,

Sunday eyes the creaking windows. It has been a while since they were repaired. The room may need to be renovated. The dust on the floor is reminiscent of all the people that one witnessed your first dance with Sunday. The lack of it was always a reminder of your time with Sunday, the dust clinging to your heels instead. He stares towards the empty hall, where you dream of an everlasting dance.

“It is my mistake. I was thinking about something else.”

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A dance

“What makes you think I'd really want to dance with you?”

You ask, almost disgruntled. Rightfully so, too. The blonde man had been continuously pestering you throughout the night, asking you to accompany him. For a dance, a walk through the garden, a visit to the food table. Finally, he'd asked you to strike a bet with him, if it meant you'd at least spend an iota of your time with him and solely him.

“I have my ways, you know?”

His agile fingers flick and swerve a coin between his hands, tossing and turning it skillfully. The tablecloth slightly crinkles under the movement of his arms,

“I'm not betting, by the way.”

You say, pausing for a moment to confirm if he's listening. His eyes are intent on yours. You continue,

“If you have to go so far just to dance with someone, aren't you better off just giving up?”

Your gaze lands on the coin for a moment, and you continue watching it with interest. At some point, you force yourself to look away from the coin he was toying with, and take a sip of your drink. You lean back into your chair.

“Like I said, I have my ways. What I really want from you after all this time.. isn't it tempting? Don't you want to know?”

He tosses the coin into the palm of his other hand, and encloses it, before opening it. The coin vanishes when he opens his hand. Mirroring you, he leans back into his seat, although his body language is much more open than yours.

“making bets is easy, isn't it? But it's more trustworthy than pulling a few strings behind your back, right?”

He gets up, and languidly walks over to you. He leans down slightly, his sunglasses slightly skewing enough so that his vibrant Signoian eyes bore deep into yours.

“And for you.. I've thought about an offer that's taken me a while to cultivate. Join me for a chat on the Balcony?”

You think for a moment, and hesitantly ask,

“..Why not talk here?”

Aventurine only casts a side-glance somewhere in the distance.

“Prying eyes, sweetheart.”

He extends an open hand to you. You slowly place yours in it, with a self-assuring sigh.

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“Penacony's relationship with the IPC has been quite bitter. Even our reception wasn't ready to welcome us.”

The air of the night sky was cold, forming subtle goosebumps on your skin. Various clinks and muffled conversations could be heard from behind you, the glass door blurring the view of everyone inside. 

“Not even my friends were allowed to enter the dreamscape except me. How lucky, right?”

He says, sarcastically. His eyes continuously gauge your face for any expression and hint as to what you feel.

“You’re a little too quiet.. am I not interesting enough for you?” 

You stay silent for a bit too long. Aventurine knows what you're going to say next.

“Listen, that night..” you start, your voice gradually softening at the remembrance of the memory,

“Don't.” He cuts you off.

Neither of you speak. You open your mouth to, but close it after being unable to decide on what to say.

“I mean, you don't have to remind me.” His languid tone returns, but you don't believe it was the same as before.

“I know everything ended that night.. I didn't think you were so averse to blood.”

You stare at the bubbles in your drink, rise slowly from the bottom of your cup to the surface, and pop. You don't know when, but the background of joyful conversation and ballroom music fades into distant screams, ones that have haunted your dreams ever since then. Aventurine continues,

“It won't hurt to.. act one last time like it used to be, right? Just for one night. It's a masquerade, and everyone hides who they are for a moment's time of detachment. Their past, their decisions, their mistakes. All of it is buried for a single night.”

You hear the shuffle of his stiff jacket as he moves closer to you, hesitantly moving your gaze to him as you steel yourself.

“Just one last time. For old time's sake. As lovers from the past.”

His hand extends out to you. His other hand is behind his back, his grip tightening over a coin.

Heads, or tails?

You take his hand with a sigh,

“Just once. Never again.”

Aventurine smiles. Luck has always been on his side. If it works well, then your expectations will never be honoured. His greed is fatally more important to him than your wishes. It won't be the last time, as far as he's concerned.

The coin shines under his palm, the moonlight creeping through the gaps between his fingers hitting the metal just right, but neither of you catch the glint. Your eyes are trained onto the main floor, and his are trained onto you. The coin decides both of your fates.

And Luck has always been happy to write it in his favour.

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[littlejuicebox]

An Early Highharvestide Feast

(Soft Dom Astarion x Female Reader)

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Setting: 4 years after BG3, "good" ending, Unascended Astarion x F Reader Notes: Took a break from my WrenxAstarion fic to write this Thanksgiving-themed (kind of but not really... lol it just worked for the plot), one shot. This idea was playing in my head, and I had to get it out. Hope you all enjoy and have a happy Thanksgiving! This might end up being a Part 1 of a mini story. I'd like to do the fluff scene with all their friends around and imagine the lives they've lived. I love to see comments about what you liked in the story, it inspires me for other fics. Rating: Mature 18+ / smut Word Count: 2.5K

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You’re in the kitchen, flowers strewn about the marble countertop as you arrange the bouquets for tomorrow’s banquet. It’s been four years since you’ve seen everyone at the same time, and finally, finally, the old gang will be back together in one room in less than 24 hours. Your heart practically soared in anticipation... a Highharvestide banquet in your very own home, with your favorite people in the world. You wanted everything to be just perfect.

The planning had taken weeks. Astarion had left the menu to you, of course, apart from the wine and alcohol selection. He had taken that from you quite early on and it had been more than a tenday before he solidified his choices between his frequent business meetings and your political events. He’d focused heavily on guiding you both in politics and expanding your wealth the past few years, while you focused on gardening and improving Baldur's Gate... plus navigating the lack of anonymity in your life.

Admittedly, you’d stumbled clumsily through your change in status, from unknown woman to Lady Ancunin, while Astarion glided into the position like he’d simply left his post for a long vacation. You’d been happy to take the lead in the wilds while a tadpole was lodged in everyone's brains, but you were even happier to hand the reins to him once the city was safe. And you were always proud to tell your friends that he’d navigated the two of you through the changes quite well.

In fact, he'd just purchased a second property outside of Baldur’s Gate with aims to start your very own winery; his pet project that he loved quite dearly. It was beautiful to watch Astarion approach something with such passion and vigor. After becoming the heroes of Baldur’s Gate, it had pained you that he could no longer stand in the sun. Not as much as it so obviously pained him. His mask was carefully crafted, and yet you often saw right through it. You hoped that perhaps one of your friends would bring news of a cure for his condition to the feast.

He had always been adamant that he’d make the same choice over and over again, but guilt still stabbed you like a dagger to the gut when you saw him watch the sun rise from the deepest depths of your manor or caught him studying your tan lines from your many hours spent out in the garden, your own personal pet project, specializing primarily in night blooming plants.

Astarion’s voice pulls you from your reverie as he enters the kitchen with Scratch trailing behind him. His vermillion eyes are focused on a scroll in his hands as he grasps a bone from a jar and tosses it into the dog’s bed. Scratch obediently settles himself into the plush mattress, content to gnaw away at the treat.

“Darling, your dog went after the chickens again. One of the staff had to run him down and then give him a bath. We may want to seriously consider a trainer. Command beast works all well and good when you’re around, but not everyone has that skill set in their repertoire, dear.” His tone carries just the slightest tinge of annoyance; you two have had this conversation before. But you know in his heart of hearts that Astarion loves the blasted dog perhaps more than you do.

You glance at Scratch, currently focused on giving you his best look of feigned innocence. The look reminds you quite a bit of another white-haired miscreant standing in that very same kitchen and you chuckle. Distracted, you feel the miscalculated slip of your hand as you reach for a particularly thorned flower stem. The punishing sting causes you to wince and pull in a sharp intake of breath. Blood blooms in buds of red on your fingers and the scent catches Astarion’s attention immediately.

His eyes are alight as he chides you. “You really must stop bleeding everywhere, my heart. It’s distracting.” He places the scroll down and comes to your side, grasping your hand in his to examine the damage.

“Perhaps if you helped me with these arrangements like I’d asked, I wouldn’t be in this situation, my love.” You respond with a soft huff, but you extend your hand towards the vampire, already quite aware what his next move will be. He bends to lick the red droplets from your skin before he kisses the knuckle of your hand. Astarion will never waste such a precious thing, that much is certain.

“Perhaps if you more frequently used the staff -- that we pay quite well, might I add -- to do things like tend your garden, put all these flowers in vases, and perform any number of menial tasks, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.” The vampire retorts with a raised eyebrow. “All of this is below your station now. It truly pains me to see your beautiful hands doing such things, my dear.”

You smile as you close your eyes and whisper a healing incantation, sealing the superficial wounds with minimal effort. You swivel in your seat and turn to face your husband, eyebrow arched to mirror his own, voice slipping into a coy register. “And what, Lord Ancunin, would you rather see my hands doing?”

You won. You could see it in the darkening of his eyes as he placed his hands on either side of the counter and pressed forward to look at you, red eyes flitting between yours.

Astarion had ebbed and flowed in his sexual appetites, especially in the first few years of your union. He had been plagued by panic attacks and night terrors something awful; they still occurred but not with the same horrid frequency. Your many nights of herbal teas and "flower child" magic, as he so lovingly called it, eased the suffering. You’d been content to ride the waves of desire with him, and it seemed more recently, as the two of you adjusted to domestic life, his appetites had returned with force.

His face hovered just inches in front of yours, eyes alight with a combination of adoration and lust as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and running his eyes greedily down your body, cocking his head as he fantasized about any number of dirty things. “I have several delicious ideas for those hands, darling.”

The flowers were scattered on the ground, along with a broken vase in an instant. The vampire hoisted you up with relative ease before placing you onto the cool, marbled counter. His hands grazed up the side of your silken gown and then delved under the hem to explore your bare skin. He quickly found his way to the junction between your thighs and a pleased, rakish smile crossed his face.

“No underclothes, Lady Ancunin? You truly do desire to test my patience today.” His eyes locked with yours as he knelt in front of you, draping your legs over his shoulders and pushing your dress up to reveal you to him fully.

You would have to enlist the help of the staff tomorrow afternoon. The tradeoff was well worth it, you thought, as your silver-haired husband bowed his head before you to run his tongue against your slit, a little hum escaping him as he tasted your warmth. He ran his tongue up to your clit, his lazy, languid strokes pressing into you. Always such a tease.

“Astarion…” You murmur, bucking your hips toward the vampire as your hands found silver curls of hair and took hold.

A smile snaked its way across his lips as he continued his torment. You were wriggling, desperate for more, which the elf adamantly denied you, his hands gripping into your thighs as he brushed his feather light tongue against you once more. Just enough stimulation to keep your attention, but not enough to provide any relief.

“My love..” Your tone is practically begging for him to give you more.

“Mm, darling. I do believe I need to show you what else your hands could do, don’t I?” He grabs your hand and yanks it towards your sex, where he guides you to play with yourself. Hungry red eyes watch the show as arousal begins to drip from you onto the countertop. He slips two long fingers deep inside your cunt and curls them slightly, pumping the digits in and out, which earns him a delightful moan. Still on his knees, the vampire removes his fingers from inside your walls and licks your juices off his hand before sliding your legs off his shoulders and standing. He makes quick work of ripping your gown over your head, pressing gentle kisses against the newly freed flesh of your chest. You are now completely barren and exposed to your lover, his lustful eyes stoking the fire between your legs.

His own arousal is now clearly straining against his clothes. Astarion quickly undoes the buttons of his collar and lacings of his trousers, freeing his cock before your hungry gaze. You’re still playing with yourself as you watch the man completely undress before you.

“Now darling…” He murmurs in that sensual tone reserved only for you. He guides your unoccupied hand to the twitching length of his cock and wraps it around the shaft, giving a few experimental pumps into your hand. “What else can your beautiful hands do?”

You take the queue and begin moving your hand around his length. Astarion hisses in pleasure, rolling his hips as he fucks your hand. The vision is quite lewd; you're playing with your own pussy as you pump your lover’s cock in time, your respective arousals just inches from one another but not touching. It's enough to cause the heat in your cheeks and your sex to rise and illicit several excited keens from you. He teasingly moves his length closer to your entrance, pulling away just as the head of his member brushes against you. You want to scream every time he pulls away, the bastard lives to tease you to the edge of desire.

Astarion was watching the scene with rapt interest, absolutely transfixed. His breath was quickening as he pressed himself into your hand, watching the head of his penis sheath and unsheathe itself under your ministrations as your pussy prayed to be plunged into, leaking arousal all over the cold countertop. He was always more in control in these situations, able to keep a firm hold on his desire in a way you never could.

“Look at my little treat, making such a mess on these expensive counters.” He murmured in mock disappointment and mock condescension, eyes burning with excitement. “Play with yourself and show me the mess you make when you cum for me, my sweet.”

You moan, desperate to have him fill you. “Astarion, please. Fuck me already. Please.” You’re keening, fingers rubbing against your clit with vigor. Desperate for something to fill the ache inside you, you remove your hand from your lover’s cock and shove two fingers into your wetness. The stimulation is fantastic and rips a moan from your vocal cords as your head tilts back.

Astarion chuckles darkly at the scene before him. It was no secret that he loved the way you inflated his ego when you begged for him, a writhing mess of wanton desire for his eyes only. The do-good, stoic hero of Baldur’s Gate turned into a desperate, needy little minx under his touch. He never tired of it. “Cum for me, darling. And then you will get your reward.”

You aim to do as he says, using one hand to plunge in and out of yourself while the other rubs frantically at your clit. Your legs are spread wide, displaying everything to the vampire as you push yourself towards release. Finally, the bubble bursts and an orgasm crashes around you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body and into your thobbing sex. The pulsing seems nearly endless, and you feel the ooze of your juices sliding between your legs as you ride the wave of pleasure. When you come to your senses and flutter your lids open, Astarion's eyes are boring into you with such desire that it causes a tremor of excitement to run down your spine.

In one swift move he has you in a new position. Your feet are on the floor, albeit legs a bit shaky, and your ass is turned toward your lover, body bent at the waist. Your face is pressed into the counter, into the stickiness of your own juices. Everything smells of sex.

A delicious groan escapes from the vampire as he presses the head of his cock into your entrance, ready to take you from behind. “Beautiful... now, let’s see if I am able to make you come undone once more.”

Astarion slams into you with vigor, the force of the movement knocking the wind out of you as he groans in appreciation. Your soaking wet sex offers no resistance and you gasp at the pleasure of the rapid intrusion. He repeatedly drags himself back at a tortuous, languid pace just to thrust himself balls-deep once more, snapping his hips into the flesh of your ass, moaning every time he takes you to the hilt.

“Oh gods!” You exclaim as he picks up the pace, pumping into you with increasing speed, his cock curving gratifyingly along your insides. You feel yourself clenching around him as his efforts push you toward another peak.

Astarion growls and grabs your hand, guiding it once again to your clit. You’re climbing up to a second release as he rolls his hips behind you in an unceasing onslaught.

“There you go, little love. Won’t you cum for me again?” He coaxes in a graveled whisper as his lips and tongue trail down your spine, never once ceasing his thrusts. The vampire’s teeth find a beautiful little spot at the meeting point of your shoulder and neck, and he bites down, just enough to draw blood. The sensation pushes you over the edge and you spasm around your lover, your cunt eagerly gripping at his length.

“Oh! Oh... oh, my love.” The vampire groans as your throbbing sex pushes him over the edge, his final pumps turning sloppy as he spills into you. The two of you are a mess of panting chests and tired limbs for a few moments before Astarion straightens himself up and gently pulls you from the counter, dotting kisses along your shoulder where he left the bite.

"That was wonderful." You whisper, turning to face the vampire as you plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Mmh.” Astarion agrees in a little hum as he looks down at you with soft and loving eyes, pushing strands of hair away from your face before holding your chin in his hand and planting another kiss on your lips. The slightest of smiles flits across his lips as he runs his hands down to the curve of your waist. You move to begin cleaning up the mess you two made when your lover grabs your hand and begins to tug you away from the kitchen.

"Now, now, darling. Leave that be. I haven't finished showing you what else your hands can do… and we only have a bit longer before our friends show and ruin all the fun. Seems my Highharvestide feast came a day early." He muses, before eagerly leading you to the bedroom you both share. The flowers would have to wait.

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Part 2: Happy Highharvestide Day (all fluff)

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[mxcnliight]

stirring it up on valentines (jjk)

your boyfriend Jungkook comes back home from a long day of training so you make a nice dinner! though he is very hungry… for something that is the one your cooking…

Paring: Idol!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Theme: One shot; SMUT, PWP, fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: sexual tension; dirty talk; swearing; oral sex (f receiving); male masterbation; food play; p in v penetration; unprotected sex (jungkook pull’s out)

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You hum at the boiling pot of pasta cooking. You decided to cook for your boyfriend, Jungkook, instead of him cooking for you. You smile, it’s Valentine's Day and Jungkook wanted to do something extravagant, but you declined. You said it would be nice if it was just the two of you this evening. Of course, you love it when he spoils you, but you wanted to do something nice for him. So you decided on cooking some spaghetti and meatballs for him along with some wine. It was the only fancy dish you had learned from your grandparents, so making it for him is very sentimental. He had a long day of training, so coming home to a cooked meal would be the least you could do. Ever since his group, BTS, went on solo projects (since Jin left for the military) you and him have finally been getting some needed time to yourselves. It’s nice, but you can see it’s affecting him. Like the good girlfriend you are, you will help him through this tough time no matter what. Bam is in his kennel sleeping while you put some seasoning in the sauce. Just then you hear the garage door open indicating Jungkook is home. You smile as you hear Bam get up and get excited that his father has returned home. You then hear Jungkook fumble with his keys as you hear the door open. Bam excitedly barks at Jungkook, “Hi Bam! Daddy’s home!” Jungkook says as you smile. Still paying attention to the food on the stove, you turn the knob on one of the burners. You then hear footsteps approaching you as you gasp. Jungkook’s strong arms wrap around your waist. “Hey sweetie.” He then presses a kiss to your neck, “Happy Valentines”. You giggle, “Happy Valentine's babe,” you say, turning your head to kiss him, “I missed you so much today.” “Really?” “You bet I did” He brought you in for another kiss, “I missed my sexy girl. Couldn’t wait to get home to you” “Well, I missed you too! Bam as well” You say, smiling at him before focusing your attention back on the pot. “Something smells really nice, whatcha got cookin good lookin?” You giggle at his corny joke, “Spaghetti and Meatballs, thought it was romantic enough for Valentine’s Day.” He hums. “How about cooking something up with me?” “I would actually like that! I need help with the sauce” You say pointing over to the pot, “You don’t mind if I taste it, do you?” “Um, sure, then you can tell me if I need any more seasoning” “If I dip my finger in and taste your goodness?” Your face heats up at what he was getting at, “Jungkook I have to make dinner” “Oh come on baby please~” He whines out, “You know how much I love it on my lips and on my tongue” You clear your throat, trying to stand your ground, “If you want that then you are going to have to wait until after dinner” “Just one little taste” You then slap Jungkook’s arm as he chuckles, “Oh! Chef sexy’s a tough one, huh?” He then gives a kiss to the back of your neck. “Can I at least stir it with you? Stand behind you and stir it up a little” You huff out, “Sure.” He then proceeds to kiss your neck as his free hand roams around your body. You whimper a bit in his touch; he then whispers in your ear “Oh, that soft neck”. He continues to kiss the back of your neck. “Here, let me help you” Jungkook's hand then meets yours on the ladle. “Now you’re going to need something bigger than that” “Really?” You ask, looking back at him. “Yeah, much bigger” He says as he gives a kiss to your cheek. “It needs to be really deep baby, really deep” You give him a confused look. “Now place your hand on it with me” Jungkook’s hand meets your hand on the ladle. “And move it around, nice and slowly”. His hand guides you as you both stir the sauce. “Oh yeah” He says before kissing your neck. “Yeah, that’s better” He says as you both make a good rhythm. “So, did you miss me too today?” “Mhm, I missed you so much,” you say as he kisses your neck. “You know, I was thinking about coming home to my naughty chef and her hot kitchen all day long.” “Really?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. “Oh yeah, it made me so hungry” He says growling as his lips meet the shell of your ear. “I was daydreaming about your deliciousness”. You gasp at his words as his free hand meets your chin, turning your head to meet him for a heated kiss. You wondered how long he has been like this for? “Hey look, it’s heating up” he says as you both look at the saucepan. “Still a little bit dry though.” You frown; maybe it needs more water. “Let’s make it a little wetter.” Well, at least he’s thinking the same thing you are. “You know, when it comes to my dish, I like it wet and juicy,” he says as he pecks your neck. “Oh really?” You ask. “Yeah, like that, now that’s what I call teamwork,” he says, chuckling. “You know, when you’re stirring it with me and you put your hips into it, it can get really, really good.” Your eyes widen, now you know why Jungkook was using all of those weird terms to call the food… he’s just horny. “Yeah, put your hips into it,” he whispers as you comply and swirl your hips onto him. “Like that, yeah” He moans out. “You see, it looks so good now. But I’m really hungry, really, really hungry” He moans into your ear as you whimper and turn your head to kiss him. “But I’m a bad boy, and bad boys like me like to eat dessert before eating dinner sometimes” “But wouldn’t that ruin your appetite?” You ask as he smirks, “Oh well, it is our Valentine's Day dinner, so what’s wrong?” He kisses your neck. “With a little dessert before the main course” he brings you in for a heated kiss as you melt right in.

“You just keep stirring the pot” He says as his hand leaves yours and slides down to your clothed core. His hand slips past your dress and your patines as you gasp. “It is a little hot in your kitchen, maybe I should” His hand leaves your pussy as he proceeds to unzip your dress, “Slip your dress off.” The straps of your dress fall to your shoulders as you move to take it off. He then pulls you in for a kiss. “Let me take that off too” his hands meet the clasp of your bra and unclip it and throw it away before kissing you again. “So fucking hot, keep stirring baby” You then turn your head back to focus on the pot in front of you, what you were supposed to be doing if Jungkook didn’t get so horny all of the sudden. He proceeds to kiss your back. “Oh fuck that sexy ass” he says as he slaps your ass and you gasp. “I want to bite it” He says as he moves his face down in front of it as he kisses your ass cheek. You whimper at his actions, trying to focus on not burning your dinner. “Oh my god, push a little forward for me, baby. I want to taste your pussy from behind” You comply and push back a bit as you can feel Jungkook's lips on your pussy and you moan out. His hand spreads your legs a bit so he can get a good taste. “Can you feel my tongue there?” He asks as he kisses your folds and moans. You hum in response, “Makes me want to take my cock out, so I can stroke it while I’m licking your pussy” He says as he kisses and licks to your folds, his hand then goes down to his pants. He dips beyond his waistband and pulls his cock out and begins to jerk off his hard cock. “Oh god” He moans out as he kisses your pussy. “Yeah, keep stringing it, oh fuck” He says before going back in and devouring your pussy. You try to keep your focus on the pot, but Jungkook's lips on your pussy make you feel dizzy. “Yeah, can you hear me stroke my cock? Can you feel my lips and tongue on your pussy?” You hum as he continues to make out with your pussy, his tongue then flicks at your clit as you moan. “Yeah, that’s it, push it back on my face.” Your hips push down on his face as he kisses you pussy. “Oh, sexy dessert” He growls out as he kisses it again. You can hear him increase his hand movements on his cock while his tongue is playing with your pussy. “Yeah, lean forward a little more. I want to slip my tongue in there” You moan at his words as you lean forward like his request. You feel his tongue on the rim of your hole as you moan. "Cum for me while I stroke my dick" he says as he continues to kiss and lick at your hole and you're so close. "Yeah spread your legs a little more for me" You do as you're told as you gasp when Jungkook slaps your ass cheek. "Oh that ass, that fucking ass" He says as he kisses your pussy, "Let me play with your clit with my tongue in your pussy, stroking my cock while you stir that pot" He then moves to kiss your clit and you moan. "Your clit is so swollen for me" he says as he makes out with it. Everything is making you on edge right now. "Oh I love to get it like this. Nice and slow and juicy all over my lips" He continues to kiss your clit. "Move your body while you stir it" You move your hips to his tongue movements. "Let me slip my fingers in there" He moves two fingers in your hole as you both moan. "Oh my god, so tight you’re so fucking tight and wet for me" He says before kissing your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, "Oh yeah chef I love your pussy" He says before giving your clit one last kiss before he slips his fingers out of you. You whimper at the emptiness you feel, "Come here" he says, getting up as he brings you in for a kiss. "Can I taste it? Put the spoon in my mouth. Put your hand on my cock and stroke it. Let me taste that sauce while you stroke my cock" He says as you get a spoonful of the sauce and put it into his mouth while you jerk off his cock. "Oh that feels good" he moaned while the spoon was still in his mouth. "Tastes good too, tastes so much better with your juices on it" he says as he takes the spoon out of his mouth, setting it down next to him. "Yeah share it with me" you say, as he brings you into a kiss, you can taste your juices mixed in with the spaghetti sauce on his lips. "That’s so hot baby, look into my eyes" he says before giving you a quick peck. "Oh fuck I want you right here right now" He whispers, "I want my sexy girl right here and right now".

He pulls you in for a kiss while you turn off all the burners and the oven, not wanting anything to burn. He then backs you up into the counter next to you. You feel his cock against your thigh as he pulls you in for another kiss, "Can you feel my cock against you?" He asks and you nod, "Oh baby I want you on the counter, yeah come here. Up you go". He then lifts up and you ass meets the cold surface of the counter; his hands roam on your body as he kisses you. "Look down on it, look down on that cock. Can you see how big and hard it is?" You look down at him and nod before he gives you a quick kiss. "Do you want it? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my big cock in your little pussy" "Fuck baby, I want it so bad" You whine out as Jungkook jerks his cock off a bit. "Sexy chef" he says, before kissing you. "Oh you got cream for your strawberries huh?" He asks as you look over at the strawberries and whip cream near you. "I was going to make strawberry shortcake for dessert if that was alright?" You ask before he kisses you again. "I am already having my dessert but I guess I can save room for later… permission to use this?" He asks, holding the whipped cream, as you nod. He smirks "Put some on your hard nipples, you'd like that baby?" He asks as he swirls some whipped cream onto your nipples as you gasp. "Look at those" he says, setting down the can, before he licks off the whipped cream from your nipples as you whimper. getting a fist full of his hair in your hand. "You like that? You like watching me suck it off your nipples?" “Mhm” you say as he continues to suck your nipples. "Oh you want some more? Oh so sweet" he says, adding more to your nipples. "Yeah taste it from my lips first" he says as you kiss him, tasting the whipped cream from his lips. He then adds some to his nipples as well, "Against my chest, that cream against my chest fuck". He pulls you closer to him, "Lick some from it, yeah lick some of the cream from my chest" he says. As your lips meet his nipples, tasting the whipped cream, swirling your tongue around as Jungkook moans. "That's so sexy" he says, before pulling you back into a kiss, "Yeah look at my eyes, can you feel it? Yeah you want that cock?” “Please Jungkook!” You whine, you couldn’t take anymore of this foreplay. He pulls you in for another kiss, "My Valentine Chef" He says and you feel his cock against your pussy. "Feel that cock against you, can you feel that tip against you clit? Look down at it" As you look down and whimper, "Sitting on the counter covered in cream, my cock pressing against your clit and dripping pussy, oh baby. Oh my god, you gonna take it? Watch it, Oh fuck watch it slip inside" he says with a shaky breath as you see the tip go inside as you both moan out. "Oh god it just slides in there and it's still tight" he whimpers as he bottoms you out. "Oh baby oh sweetheart, you take that cock so well, you love watching it don't you?" “Yeah” You say lazly as he begins to thrust into you as you moan out, holding onto his arms. You then wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in deeper, "Wrap your legs around me like that yeah" he says as his thrusts were deep but not too fast as you both were moaning out at the pleasure building between you too. He then pulls you in for a needy kiss , "Oh yeah, oh so good, oh your pussy's amazing" he whimpers out as you do as well. "Pull me in'' He whispers as you move your body to close the gap between you two. "Oh yeah, baby, you like getting fucked like that? You like getting fucked like that baby?" As you nod as your orgasm is getting closer and closer with every thrust. "Yeah take it all, take it all. Be my greedy girl take it all '' He growls into your ear as you whimper. "Oh yeah all the way in there, all the way in your pussy, oh that sexy, sweet and messy. Can you feel that big fat cock inside you? Oh god, I love it so much, you turn me on so much. Feel it throb in you, feel it fucking throb in you" His breathes are heavy as you know he's close, just like the way you were. You were clenching around him now, showing him how close you were. "Oh sexy, you like when I fuck you on the counter like that?" He asks as he begins to pound into you, "Oh fuck yes Jungkook!" You cry out as your nails dig into his arms. He then brings you in for a kiss, tongues colliding. "Yeah I want it all, I want it all" He says before needly kisses you again, "Give it to me" He says as he continues to drill into your pussy. "Fuck!" He cries out as you whimper. "Yeah like that? You like it like that?" “Mhm” you weakly cry and he pulls you in for another kiss. "Take some more of that cream and put it on your clit and around that cock" he says. Swiping some whipped cream left from your nipples and putting it on your clit and around his cock. He then puts some on his lips and kisses you as you taste it on his lips. "You like that? Yeah gonna fuck a little harder?" He says as he begins to thrust into you at an inhuman pace. "Pound into that pussy, oh baby feel my pound it in. Fuck it in. Oh cum on it for me, cum on my cock. Yeah do it, yeah please cum on my cock" His words sent you over the edge as your orgasm hits you like a truck as you hear Jungkook growl in approval. "Cum all over your pussy, yeah you want that? Yeah fuck. Yeah I want to pull out and cum all over it, yeah cover it in my cum. Oh look at me baby" he says as you both make eye contact. "Look at me when I cum, look in my eyes and see how much I love it, see how much I love cuming over your juicy little pussy. I wanna cover it and make it mine. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum" You look in his eyes as you feel him pull out as his cum spills all over your pussy as he growls.

You both try to catch your breath from the intense sex you just had. Jungkook huffs before pulling you in for a loving kiss. He then breaks it and puts your foreheads together, "I love you much" he says lazily. "I love you too Koo" you say as your breath heaves. "Here let me get a towel" He walks over to the fridge, grabbing the towel hanging from the handle. He then brings it back over to where you were, and wipes off his cum from your pussy along with the whipped cream around your guys nipples. He then kisses you again while helping you down from the counter. "Now you sit before any more funny business happens" He chuckles at your statement, "Alright my sexy chef" He says before winking at you. Minutes passed and dinner was finally ready and luckily nothing was burnt. You two enjoy your dinner before clicking glasses. "Happy Valentine's day baby" "Happy Valentines day".

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[midnightstay-blog]

hi! about the prompt list, could you do 6, 21 and 38 for jackson wang? fluff or angst, it's up to you. thx

Sure here you go. 🙂 I hope you like it. I did more of a mix of fluff and angst but it’s mostly fluff. But I don't know if I like the ending. Anyways thanks for requesting.

Tw: mentions of blood and alcohol.

💫Rain & Wounds.💫( Requested)

Angst 🌒 | Fluff 🌙| Gender neutral reader 🌓 | Romance🌹 |Request 💫| Scenario✨

Genre: Jackson Wang x reader

Theme : Friends to lovers

Summary: After an eventful night out with friends things between you and Jackson change forever.

Rating: Pg13

Word Total: 1,898

“Stop moving You’re making things worse for yourself.” You tell Jackson as you try to bandage his hand for the third time. You were out at a club when a guy started hitting on you. You tried to reject him, but he wasn’t in the mood to take no for an answer. Soon it caught the attention of a slightly drunk Jackson and let’s just say things went left from there. The night didn’t start out with him getting in a fight the complete opposite actually. Originally you were supposed to be out celebrating after you got the news that Your book had become a New York times best seller. However, as the night went on the group of friends that y’all were with suggested going clubbing. Fast forward a few hours and now here you are at 3 am in the bathroom of your two-bedroom apartment with medical supplies and a drunk Jackson to look after.

“I’m fine really.” Jackson stated trying to move you out of his way.

“You are far from it actually. “You tell him while placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back towards the counter. “Your hand has a huge gash on it and you’re bleeding on my floor.” You state in a matter-of-fact tone.

For as long as you’ve known him Jackson had always been protective of you. Though you mentioned on multiple occasions that you are in fact grown and can take care of yourself, part of him could never quite let you.

“Oh, please that guy had it coming.” Jackson exclaimed.  Reaching into the first aid kit you grab an alcohol wipe in order to properly clean his wound. Noticing this Jackson quickly removes his hand from your grasp.

Letting out a sigh you grab his hand in an attempt to wipe the wound.

“Give me your hand I have to clean the gash. “Looking between you and the wipe he shakes his begins to shake his head making you roll your eyes.

“Jackson you’re a grown man you should be able to handle an alcohol wipe.” He goes to protest again but before he can you grab his hand wiping the blood from his palm.  He winces at the alcohol begins to work its way through his hand. Shortly after you apply some antibiotic ointment. Eventually the room briefly falls silent as you begin to reach for the gauze and the non-stick pads. Pressing the pad into his hand he winces again as you finish up. Examining your handy work, you instruct him to remove himself from your counter while you clean up your mess. Agreeing he makes his way into the living room. Sometime later you emerge from the bathroom and make your way over to the kitchen. Going over to the fridge you pull out a bottle of wine that you had opened the previous night and set it on the counter before offering him some. With his approval you reach over to your glass cabinet and pull two glasses before joining him on the couch.

For a while you two talk about all different kinds of things from work to friends even his upcoming fashion line. After a while you even started to go down memory lane a bit. “Remember that time you took me to meet BamBam and Yugyeom and he spilled what was it.” You pause snapping your fingers as you recall the memory. “Um… Oh it was lemonade I think strawberry lemonade if I’m not mistaken.” He insists. “Yeah, that’s right because it was a big pitcher of it too.” You said laughing. “Yugyeom ended up knocking the pitcher over and breaking it because he was trying to impress one of the girls at the pool party with this one dance move.” Jackson laughed as he recalled the memory. “And then turns out she had a boyfriend the whole time.”” I felt so bad for him, but man was that funny.” You added. After a while you could feel a slight buzz from the wine starting to take over and for a second you contemplate calling it a night. However, the memory of how you met begins to creep into your mind and you begin to smile.

“What?” Jackson asks noticing the change in your features.

“Nothing I was just thinking about how we met and how lucky I am that we did.” You tell him.

“Oh, please if anything I’m the lucky one. “He tells you.

“How so?” you begin to inquire. Silence falls over you and for a moment you can hear rain begin to fall against your apartment window.

Jackson takes a deep breath before he begins.

“How can I not be?” he admits.  “Your kind and you have a great personality.” “Also, you always look out for the people that you love and you’re there whenever I need you even if I don’t feel like I do.” “Not to mention you bake a mean birthday cake.” He says as he recalls the cake you baked him last year for his birthday. “And you always know what to say in times of crisis.” “You actually care about people not a lot of other people do that.” “Usually, it’s just an everyman for themselves type of deal.” Your smart and not to mention you are beautiful even when you don’t think so at times.”  He adds. “So, believe me when I say that I am very lucky to have you as my friend.”  He finishes. You sit there for a while touched at his beautiful words. “Jackson that was so beautiful thank you.” You say while pulling him in for a hug. You stay like that for a moment before you begin to pull away. Upon pulling away you both pause taking in each other briefly before sharing a kiss. Coming to terms with what is happening you both pull away before Jackson begins to speak once more.

“I love you.” he states. Though hearing it this time it sounds different. You take a moment to soak in his words letting them fully hit you. Soon after you clear your throat before getting up from the couch with you wine glass in hand.

“Your drunk “You exclaim waving your hand dismissively.

“So? “he says.

“So, you don’t mean that. “You say with a pause. “At least not in the way that you think you do.” You tell him.

He stands up from the couch and begins walking over to your kitchen island meeting you by it.

“I mean every word of what I just said to you otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.” He states sadness evident in his tone. Placing your glass in the sink you rinse it out before brushing past him and heading towards your hallway closet. Sometime later you re emerge with a blanket along with a few pillows and place them on the couch.

“It’s late you can sleep of the wine here you tell him as you begin to make up the couch.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” He questions. You stay silent for a bit before continuing. Walking over to you he places his hand over yours stopping you in your tracks.

It’s not that you don’t believe him. In fact, a part of you had always secretly hoped this day would come. You just wanted him to be sure this wasn’t one of those drunken confession things that he would regret later.

“Hey, talk to me what’s going on?” He questions placing his bandaged hand on your cheek. You lightly place a hand on his chest as you begin to softly push him away from you.

“Nothing.” You state placing your hands by your side. “I just- I just think that you should sleep off the wine and if you feel the same in the morning then we’ll talk about it.” You say giving a shrug. Not believing you but also not wanting to push the matter Jackson agrees. Not to long after you exchange goodnights before you make your way to your room and eventually fall asleep.

The next morning you are woken up by the smell of breakfast. For a moment you lay in bed confused before remembering the events of the previous night. Feeling somewhat embarrassed you crawl out of bed and make your way into the living room. There Jackson is stood at your stove making eggs. His shirt is missing but he’s still wearing his pants from the night before. Clearing your throat, you catch his attention before muttering a small “Good morning “and siting at the island. He response with a brief “Morning “before turning his attention back to the stove. “How is your hand? You inquire.

“It’s fine I changed the bandages already.” He states in a dryer tone. “Oh... okay.” And with that a brief and awkward silence befalls you both. Soon he joins you at the island and places your breakfast in front of you. Feeling the awkwardness cling in the air you contemplate addressing the conversation from the previous night. That is until he beats you to it.

“Look about last night.” He chimes. He tries to explain but you manage to cut him off.

“Don’t even worry about it we were both drunk and said/ did somethings that we probably didn’t mean so it’s fine.” You state hoping to save yourself from embarrassment.

“I meant everything I said to you last night.” He expresses. You sit there in a bit of shock. Noticing your state, he continues “When I’m with you it’s like seeing the sun after a week of rain.” “When I look at you, I forget how to speak.” “Often times I find myself saying something so embarrassingly stupid that I want to just evaporate into thin air.” I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. “He states as if he just had an epiphany of sorts. Once he finishes, he looks over to you. For a while you just sit there looking at your plate of eggs while in deep though. If he really did love you, why did it take him so long to realize it? How long has he felt that way? Questions like this and more swirled in your mind however, in that moment the only thing you felt was happiness. A smile began to form on your features before you turned to him and gave a response. “I love you too.” You said slowly letting the words hit one by one.

“In all honesty I wanted to say it back when you said it last night, but I didn’t want this to be one of those drunken mistakes for either of us, so I waited.” You responded. “Really, I wanted to tell you ever since you showed up to my event last year, but I saw that really pretty girl with you and I chickened out at the last second. You say truthfully.

Your confession leaves him speechless for the first time since last night. Getting up from his seat he makes his way over to you. You take a moment to explain further. However, before you can he cuts you off with a kiss. This one is warmer than the last tender almost.  In that moment all of your previous worries melt away leaving just you and him.

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judío por elección (part 2)

(part 1.)

My wife and I started searching for a community after a lot of talking. But, technically, we were already looking.

After E died, S gave us charge over a specific set of books. He had told her that it was vital these books go to a synagogue. He preferred it to be a London synagogue. We had no clue which one.

Shoved in with all the different books he had, and we inherited, was ephemera from different synagogues--pamphlets from the 1980s and 1990s, booklets from the '40s and '50s. We started calling and emailing them about these books, because they were pretty important.

They're chumash with a publication date of 1898.

Problem was, we couldn't get any synagogues to respond. The one who finally did said that they had too many books and could not accept any more. They suggested that E might still be honored if the chumash went to a Spanish synagogue.

The community here, as you can imagine, is struggling. Spain has done a real good job at keeping Jews out since the expulsion of 1492. Most groups operate in half-secret: no website, or a website that hasn't been updated in years; no phone numbers. Half of the people we tried to contact never responded. Most of the rest couldn't support our conversion.

One rabbi from Madrid answered us. She made it clear that we'd have to move if we wanted to attend her group. This was expected and crushing. We're poor, disabled, and pretty well stuck where we are. But then she said that there was a brand-new community in a city closer to us, one we visit with some frequency. She introduced us to their leader.

I have the impression that A would be considered a cantor. He is not a rabbi, but he can lead services. He had a few questions about my wife and I's histories and experiences with Judaism. (Those experiences I'll talk about somewhat, but it's difficult to talk about meaningfully while also maintaining privacy, so it'll have to wait.) He wanted to know if and what we were reading. Then he invited us to Shabbat, which they conduct through videocalls.

This group does not have a rabbi, much less a synagogue. Several of the folks who call in for our Shabbat meeting live in a different city entirely. That person talks about experiences with Mossad. I want to get better at Spanish so that I can learn from her.

There's singing (as someone who's seen Ashkenazi services, the Sephardi tradition sounds amazing), of course, and because there's so few of us, A has my wife and I read sometimes for services. The very first thing I got to read was Psalm 23, which has always been one of my favorite works of art... which A couldn't know when he asked me to read it.

I said I'd stumble at lot. He told me to read it slowly in Spanish, that it's better to read slow and correctly than quickly and clumsily. He seemed pleased with my effort.

I was raised Mormon, and the entire approach to worship was very different, in a way I found appealing. My wife said it wasn't that different for them--they were raised mainstream Protestant, so singing and standing/sitting a lot were normal for them.

When we were asked to raise a glass of alcohol, we asked if it had to be wine. (We're bad Spaniards. Neither of us likes the stuff.) A said that as long as it was fermented, it was fine. One attendant had a gin and tonic.

The last time we celebrated Shabbat, we used gay-pride themed glasses and filled them with beer. "¿Qué tenéis?" we were asked.

"¡Cerveza!", which cracked them all up, and the ex-Mossad member talked about how the Orthodox she used to worship with would drink whiskey.

Setting aside the Shabbat has been, overall, easier than I thought it would be. I check HebCal to make sure when the candles should be lit. I do all my household chores throughout Thursday and Friday-daytime. My wife tries to cook as much as possible before the candles are lit, and we eat, talk, and do our video-call service with the community.

Saturday I set aside. I have to keep reminding myself not to work, to consider things done even if they look like they're not.

But onward.

Our little community is fantastic, particularly A. He found out I'm having problems with some of my IDs. He told us not to worry. He knows a lot of people who work immigration and he can help us go to the right office and navigate the Spanish bureaucracy. ("Byzantine" should be replaced with "Spanish".) He's answered all our questions and invited us to events about the Shoah and personally introduced us to people.

They were so welcoming, so open, so not-rejecting-us-three-times (but if you count all the rabbis who told us no, technically, that's more than three) that it shocked my wife and I. We talked beforehand about how the community might want to withdraw, and not trust new converts, given October 7. We found the opposite. Our local Jews seem to feel that our willingness to look at how the world is behaving right now and still say "Your people will be my people" demonstrates our sincerity in and of itself.

On the other hand, when we first met A in person, my wife made a comment regarding his personal safety. He admitted that there was a man in the room with us who's his armed bodyguard. He and his wife do not leave home on business related to the community without their bodyguard.

My wife felt a cold hand creep up their back when they heard that. I was not nearby--I was checking all the exits of the auditorium and calculating where we'd need to sit if we had to flee. There were "pro-Palestinian" protests going on that day and the odds were there wouldn't be any danger near us, but... but...

Several of A's family members are also converting. We will have to travel halfway across the country to a mikveh. There are many medieval mikvehs in Spain, but to my knowledge, there are only two which are actually in use. My wife says we'll have to do a road trip. I immediately think about how "one Sephardi and four converts go road tripping across a country where one of its favorite dishes was designed as a Fuck You to Jews and Muslims" would be a fucking great novel.

Would be? Will be. And completing this branch of the journey with a journey feels right.

Oh, and my favorite A story: he invited us to spend some time with him and his wife after a community meal. We agreed to attend the meal, but had to leave after. "We have a lot of dogs and cats," my wife said, "we have to return and care for them."

"We'd love to have you," he said, "but it's a mitzvah, taking care of animals. Do that instead."

Afterward, my wife stared at me in wonderment and said: "I don't think I ever heard that once in church."

#judaism #jewish conversion #jew by choice #jew in progress #jewish convert #jumblr #spain #sephardim #is-the-fire-real original

[blueraineshadows]

Weasley Wednesday 🦁

This week's Discord theme: Drunk 🥴

Garreth Weasley x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW

After a long week of work, MC felt the need for some fun, but most of her mates seemed to be busy, and she had been broken up from her last boyfriend for a few weeks now.

The only friend who was free this evening was Garreth Weasley, and she felt a blush colour her cheeks at the thought of making plans for just him and her. Would that be like a date?

Deciding to be brave and go for it, she agreed to meet with him, and was now sitting across a table from him in the local pub near her house. She was twirling her drink on the table top, her gaze drawn to his lovely green eyes, his charming smile. As the drinks were going down, her awareness of him was creeping up, and soon the friendly banter was slipping into more flirtatious territory.

She had even reached out to touch his hand a few times as they had laughed about something. He had so many amusing tales to tell.

"How does someone manage to leave the house in an odd pair of shoes, exactly?" MC giggled.

Garreth shrugged and gave her a lop sided grin. "When you're me, it's easy," he said.

He picked up his beer and went to take a drink and then frowned, gazing into the bottom of his glass. "Well, damn, it's all gone," he said with a sigh. "Fancy another?"

MC chewed her lower lip. "Hmm, well, I'm running out of beer money, and it's not fair to make you pay for more," she said. "I've got some wine at home. Fancy coming back to share a bottle? We can continue our discussion on how spectacularly good we are at failing things."

He stared at her a moment before smiling. "I would love to," he said. He swung out an arm, a silly grin on his face. "Lead the way, m'lady."

MC giggled as she stood, pushing her chair out, and then staggering a little as she took a step. Garreth had stood too and grabbed her arm. "Woah, easy there," he chuckled. "Just how many have you had?"

She smiled and leaned in to him as he held her arm. "Not nearly enough," she said. "Come on, the wine awaits us!"

They stumbled and giggled all the way back to her house. She dropped her keys twice, which was no where near as funny as they made it out to be. But MC was enjoying herself, finding herself thinking that she should spend more time with Garreth. He was lovely.

In her kitchen, she found two glasses and poured out some wine. She handed Garreth a glass. "There you go, handsome," she said. "Get that down you."

He blushed a little as he took the glass, and she studied his face a little more closely, the alcohol in her bloodstream making her forget that she was shy. It wasn't a lie, what she had said. He was very handsome, and she frowned a little.

"Garreth, why the fuck are you still single? You're beautiful!"

He flushed crimson and rubbed his jaw. "Oh, well, you know, its just the way things work out sometimes," he said. "The last girl I was seeing just wasn't right for me."

MC nodded and sighed. "I know the feeling," she said. She took a long sip of wine. "My last boyfriend was an arsehole. I think I am better off without him. And the sex was terrible, another thing I seem to fail at."

"I'm sure you are not a failure," he insisted.

She eyed Garreth. This was usually the sort of conversation she would have with her girlfriends, not with another man. But, he had been so sweet and funny. She felt like she could trust him, and maybe a man's point of view would help.

"I think there might be something wrong with me," she confided. Her cheeks coloured a little and she took a large gulp of wine.

Concern marred his brow. "Why? What's up?"

She leant in to whisper, even though they were completely alone, but this was sensitive. This was utterly private. "I've never...you know...climaxed," MC admitted. "I think I am broken."

Garreth gulped and stared at her, eyes wide. "You...erm...wow. You haven't?" He pushed his hand through his hair, his eyes daring to roam over her body. He blushed again. "Really? Never? Do you mean at all? Or just with a guy?"

She giggled, covering her face with one hand. "Oh, Merlin, I can't believe we're having this conversation. Maybe I have drunk too much," she gasped. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I er...can do it to myself, but no, a man has never made me do it."

"Wow, I'd say you've been picking the wrong men, MC," he said. "That's a poor show, leaving you unsatisfied."

He met her gaze, and they both quickly looked away from each other, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, fuck, this is so embarrassing!" She squeaked. She waved her hand about. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"No, no, it's alright," he said, awkwardly. He drank some of his wine, his eyes on her over the top of his glass. She cursed the alcohol for making her lips loose, he must be thinking she was all sorts of crazy.

"Would you like to?"

She stared at him. "What?"

He bit his lower lip. "Would you like a man to make you come?"

She opened her mouth, and paused, her breath freezing. Was it the alcohol or the question that was making her body tingle so hotly?

"I...well, yes," she said. She hesitated, her eyes going from her glass of wine to him and back again, heart thudding. "Do you mean..."

He nodded. "I could...if you want..." He blushed. "It's okay to say no. I just thought I would offer, you know, be a good mate and all that."

She looked at him, and he gave her an impish smile. She pressed her lips together, her smile fighting its way forward. A giggle burst from her lips, and then he was chuckling, too.

"Sorry," he said. He rubbed his jaw with his hand again. "Ignore me, it must be the beer talking, of course you wouldn't want me to do that."

Would she? Her body thrummed at the thought. Her eyes took him in again, his handsome face, his long fingers, his kissable lips. They were both adults, both unattached. She put her glass down.

"Okay," she said. She was a little breathless. "I'm game, if you are."

They stared at each other a moment and he nodded, blowing air out through his lips. "Okay, erm...how would you like to...you know..."

"Oh!" MC felt herself grow hot. She put a hand to her chest where her heart was pounding. "Let's erm...well, shall we...shall we kiss first?"

"Absolutely!" He moved closer towards her, and she stared at his mouth, her breaths coming a little faster. Wow, this was actually happening! He bent his head and pressed his lips against hers, soft and warm, lingering a little before lifting his mouth away.

MC licked her lips, her eyes shyly meeting his. Wow, his eyes were so pretty up close. "Mmm, that was nice."

He smiled and kissed her again, firmer this time, his hands brushing against her waist. The soft, wet sounds of their kissing filled her kitchen, and she found herself pressed up against the cupboards.

His hair was silky soft as it threaded through her fingers, and then he parted her lips with his tongue, sliding it gently into her mouth. He was gentle but determined, kissing her deeply, and she moaned softly. Desire was pooling in her belly and she arched against him, realising that kissing Garreth Weasley was actually rather lovely.

He moved his mouth along her jaw, his lips soft and teasing as he trailed kisses to her neck. MC tilted her head back to allow him more access, his kisses sending tingles of fire across her flesh. She gasped at the gentle scrape of teeth, her grip tightening in his hair. His breath was hot against her ear and she shivered. "That feels so good," she whispered.

"And that is exactly what we want, isn't it?" He whispered. The tickle of it against her ear made her thighs clench, heat gathering rather quickly, and she mumbled in agreement.

"I'm going to touch you," he murmured. His tongue flicked her earlobe, and he kissed back down her neck. His hand gently tugged her blouse free of her waistband, and gentle fingertips slid across her stomach.

MC was no virgin, but his touch felt like nothing else she had ever experienced before. He was considerate, teasing, gentle. He eased a hand over her hip, trailing fingers up her thigh over her trousers and then gently swiped his hand between her thighs.

The spreading tingles swept outwards from her core, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation as he popped the button on her trousers. She gripped him, her mouth seeking his for a desperate kiss. His hand slid inside her trousers, and she gasped into his mouth, parting her thighs a little as the tips of his fingers slid through her folds.

His touch was gentle, teasing, sliding slowly against her, the tip of a finger dipping and swirling to spread out the slick of her arousal. She quivered under the touch, small sounds leaving her mouth.

"Good?" He asked.

"Mmmhmm," she affirmed, nodding. She glanced down, watching his hand, breathing fast. "Don't stop."

A finger probed deeper, pumping in and out, and her hips flexed. As he swirled the finger upwards to circle over her clit, MC groaned, delicious flicks of pleasure throbbing outwards. Garreth had his mouth on her ear again, his teeth dragging gently around the shell. "I'm thinking you like it," he whispered. He rubbed a little faster. "You're so wet, so soft."

MC moaned, her fingers gripping hold of him. "More," she pleaded. "Garreth..."

He withdrew his hand and she whimpered, but he was pushing her trousers down her legs, she helped him tug them free and they were abandoned on her kitchen floor. She gave a surprised cry as he lifted her up onto the kitchen side, claiming her mouth in another deep kiss as parted her thighs, moving to stand between her legs.

This was new! She had never done anything like this in a kitchen before, and she surrendered herself to him, one hand around the back of his neck, the other planted on the worktop behind her.

Garreth's fingers slid over her heat again, and her legs instinctively widened a bit more. He hit the spot immediately, and she moaned even louder as he used more fingers to pleasure her, sliding two inside and using his thumb to stimulate.

Her mouth was open, her eyes met his and her cheeks flushed as the pressure began to build. His gaze was intense as he stared at her. It was erotic, it was intimate, and she felt shyness begin to creep in. She dipped her gaze, tensing up a little.

"Look at me," he said. She shyly lifted her eyes to his as his fingers made erotic sounds between her legs. The muscles in her thighs were beginning to tremble. He kissed her slowly, his tongue sliding playfully along her lips, his teeth making a teasing tug. "Relax," he whispered. "Trust me."

His fingers slowed a little, swirling and rubbing, teasing her slowly towards an edge. "Do you trust me?"

As she stared into those gorgeous green eyes, his fingers sending fire through her core, she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I trust you."

His hands gripped her hips, dragging them to the edge of the counter, and she stared, wide eyed as he bent to bury his face between her legs. The devastating swirl of his tongue swept upwards before circling smoothly over her clit, and her eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping her.

Both of her hands scrambled for purchase as he licked, she knocked over containers, her glass of wine toppled over, rolling off the edge of the counter to smash on the floor, but they both ignored it.

She shuddered as her abdomen gave a teasing clench, her legs were shaking, one of them slung over his shoulder as he fucked her with his mouth. He groaned against her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, the intensity of every tongue stroke increasing. Incoherent sounds spilled from her mouth as the heat gathered and twisted.

"Garreth," she moaned. "Oh...fuck... "

"Come for me," he murmured. His breath fanning out against her heat. "Come on, MC. You're so close, I can tell."

He slid two fingers inside, curling them slightly, his tongue and lips continuing to tease. The pressure increased tenfold, her back arched and her hips ground against him. A shocked cry left her mouth as her body clenched, a deep pulse reverberating through her core.

Garreth didn't stop, but he slowed, coaxing her through each tremble and clench, until she sagged, panting. She was dazed, happy. This was so much better than doing it for herself.

"Fuck," she whispered. "You did it..."

Garreth straightened, wiping his mouth, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face. "See? You are definitely not broken. You are, in fact, perfect."

"You were amazing," she sighed, her smile wide and dazed. "Thank you!"

"Happy to be of service, m'lady," he said. He even gave her a little bow.

She giggled, her breathing still catching up, her body flushed with pleasure. She sat up and reached for him, grabbing his shirt to pull him close. "I owe you one," she said. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She held him there, and looked up into those eyes that were fast becoming her favourite thing. "Shall we move this into the bedroom?"

His eyebrows lifted with interest. "Are you suggesting it's my turn? Or are you wanting me to rock your world again?"

She smiled. "How about both?"

"I'm game, if you are," he smiled.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #mc x garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #blueraineshadows #garreth weasley's groupies

[missvelvetsstuff]

This is the first request I've ever received. I'm sorry it took so long. I really wanted to accept the challenge but was afraid it would suck. When I first started this I thought it might be too melodramatic but then I remembered it's Tumblr so that's impossible.

Hope y'all like it

Request 1

*****Like Steve cheated on his wife and when she found out about them he gave her the divorce papers and left her with their kids, and after few years the woman he cheated with cheated on him and he tries to get back to the reader and now she’s married to Bucky .******

Poor Choices

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky Barnes

Y/N sat up and stretched slowly right before she was able to turn off the alarm. The other side of the bed was cold, she was getting used to that. If it wasn't an early morning run it was a meeting or a mission or coffee with Bucky and Sam. Or something, always something. Steve had been less interested in her or their child since the day the doctor told them they were having a girl, he wanted a son so bad he could taste it and blamed her for having a girl.

When she tried to console him by talking about having more he scoffed at the idea, questioning her ability to give him a boy. She shouldn't have pushed but his reaction really hurt her so she had to tell him that the baby's sex was on the father. He punched through the wall right next to her head, the only time she ever feared him. She never told anyone but was more careful with her interactions with him.

She shook her thoughts off and went to take a shower and get ready for the day. It's Sarah's second birthday and the house would be full. Mostly with Avengers but her parents would be there too, they doted on their little princess. The fridge was full of Sesame Street themed food trays, she had 2 huge ice chests full of ice and drinks, one marked adults with beers, wine coolers and soda, the second with waters and juice boxes. She ran over all the details in her mind and was putting together her list for this morning when the bathroom door slammed open. Steve was home.

"Your daughter is whining again, you'd better hurry up and take care of her. I'm tired of hearing her cry" Steve spit out at her.

Y/N takes a deep breath "Ok Stevie, I'm almost done."

She hears him muttering something but can't make out what he says so ignores it, used to his demeaning words. Sarah almost never cried when he was gone, the house was mostly peaceful.

She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. She put on some shorts and a t-shirt to wear while she set everything up.

"Good morning birthday girl! Growing up so fast. Let's go eat before your aunts and uncles get here to celebrate your big day."

They slowly walked down the stairs and Sarah climbed up into her chair smiling "appy day mama!" She babbled. Y/N felt her heart bursting with love while also breaking that Sarah's own father had no interest in his only child. As soon as she had realized that Steve wouldn't get over her failure to produce a son, she had sworn to herself that she would do everything in her power to make sure Sarah didn't notice. She would make today the best day she could even though she knew Sarah wouldn't remember, she had even hired a photographer so that she didn't miss anything.

Y/N never gave up hope that Steve would remember that he loved her and go back to the attentive and passionate husband he was before, if he did there would be pictures of everything he had missed.

She heard knocking on the door and then it opened "Anybody home?" Of course it was Bucky. He was always there for important days with Steve and loved being Sarah's 'untl buggy'. His feelings for Y/N were more complicated but he had no intention of interfering with Steve's marriage so played the part of affectionate brother type but if Steve hadn't met her first....

"Untl Buggy!!" Sarah yelled, making grabby hands

Bucky grinned "There's my Sarah-bear" and kissed her on the cheek. He made a face "Pancakes, huh? Lotsa syrup?"

Sarah grinned and nodded happily while shoving more food into her mouth.

Bucky gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek "Hey Doll"

She smiled "Hey Buck. Thank you so much for coming early to help me set up. I never know what Steve has planned and I want everything to be perfect."

"No problem, you know I'm always here for you." He coughed and blushed "I mean for all of you. Sarah and and uh her dad guy. Steve, right."

She smiled at him "I know Bucky, thank you."

"So where should I start?"

"Can you set the tables and chairs up outside? I'll take miss syrup here for a bath-"

"No mama, Sawah no surp." Sarah protested

Y/N giggled "Sorry baby, just playing.

"Iss otay. Baf?"

"Yeah, let's go get ready for your party."

And Sarah cheered.

Bucky went to the den to find Steve "Hey punk. Come help set up for the party."

Steve looked at him, bored "Pass. I'm not into kiddie parties."

Bucky shook his head "Not even for your own kid? One of these days you'll realize what you're shrugging off and for your sake I hope it's not too late"

Steve laughed "Don't bet on it. I'm meeting up with Brock and the STRIKE team. I'll be back later"

"What about helping your wife?" Bucky pushed

Steve scoffed "I told her it was a waste to have a big party for a kid that won't remember but she insisted so she can handle it."

"Whatever, punk"

When the party was going full swing, the Avengers were all there with their families and the kids were enthralled, playing with Big Bird and Elmo.

Y/N's parents were chatting with Tony and Pepper, fawning over Morgan who was only a couple of years older than Sarah. Clint and Thor were playing super soakers with his kids and Nat.

Bucky heard shouting in the garage and went to check only to find Steve had returned with Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins. They were all staggering drunk.

Bucky sighed and went up to Steve "Hey jerk, I think it's almost time for cake"

Steve took a sip from his flask, Asgardian ale Bucky was sure, and shook his head "No thanks," he slurred "I'm not getting fat like Y/N has. Her daughter is 2 years old and she still hasn't lost the baby fat." He ignored the sound of the side door opening when Y/N walked in.

"Yeah, I'm fat we get it Steve. Even though I've lost all but the last 10 pounds I gained." She shook her head when she saw his guests, Brock gave her the creeps "There's cake since you don't care about the kid the party is for." And she left the room.

"I'll stay out here" and Steve looked back down at his phone, smirking at a picture of a half naked woman with long blonde hair. He looked back up to show Bucky "Pretty hot, right? I bet she has a friend she could bring for you."

Bucky shook his head "Isn't that Sharon? I heard she'll fuck just about anyone. Jerk, you have a beautiful wife and daughter, why are you chasing skanks like Sharon?"

"If you think Y/N is beautiful, you can have her and I never wanted a daughter. I want a son and I definitely didn't want a fat chick in my bed. Sharon is still in great shape, tight and sweet, every inch." He grinned at Bucky who scoffed and left before he said something he would regret.

In the backyard Y/N was trying to keep up with the mess and keep the guests all entertained with some help from Wanda and Carol. She cleared off the table to make room for the cake and ice cream, set Sarah up in her high chair, then went into the house to get the cake from the fridge and light the candle. Bucky held the door open and started singing as Y/N came out of the house.

Sarah's eyes were wide and she was bouncing in her chair, yelling 'appy day sawah!'

When her personal cake was set on the tray she took in a big breath and blew the candle out, smiling at the applause before she dug into the cake with both hands.

After opening a mountain of gifts, Sarah insisted on playing with her new plush kittens and fell asleep sitting up on the couch, gripping them tightly.

She startled awake when Steve came crashing through the house, still obviously drunk, grabbing a handful of cake before knocking half of the table clean and laughing like a psycho. He grinned up at Y/N "See baby, I'm helping. This way your fat ass won't eat it and I might be able to fake it enough to get you pregnant with another brat."

The house stilled until Bucky and Thor grabbed Steve to take him to the den. Y/N was mortified and couldn't do anything but stare at the floor. Pepper helped her get Sarah and take her up for a bath, while her mom helped her change into pajamas and tucked them both into the queen bed in Sarah's room.

Later that week Y/N was organizing Sarah's new toys while Sarah wanted them all out so she could show her friends when they came over. They were working on cleaning the floor and all the shelves when someone knocked on the door, then opened it "Anybody home?" Bucky.

She went to greet him, confused "Hey Buck. What are you doing here?"

He looked confused back "I told Steve I'd bring back those games he loaned me. Is he here?"

Her face fell "What do you mean? Isn't he with you?"

"With me, doll?" He felt his stomach drop when he saw tears starting to fall.

"He told me he was at the compound all week, training exercises or something." She felt like her chest was hollow and her knees wobbled. She looked up at him through the tears "Bucky?" She sobbed as he caught her.

Damn Steve.

Bucky stayed with her, making sure she ate and helping with Sarah. He slept in the guest room and made breakfast for them in the morning. He left before lunch to take care of some things with Tony and made her promise to call if she needed him.

She was waiting on the couch when Steve came home late that night. He didn't even notice her until she cleared her throat. He glanced over at her "Why are you still up? Is something wrong?"

She took a deep breath "Where have you been, Steve?"

He laughed "I told you, training. Ask Sam or Bucky."

She shook her head "Bucky came by yesterday looking for you. Didn't know about any training. So who is she?"

Steve scoffed "She? What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. It's Sharon isn't it? She makes snide comments every time I see her. How long have you been screwing her? Huh, Steve?" She demanded tearfully.

"You know what yes it's Sharon. I've been fucking her since you failed to give me a son. I just can't bring myself to screw you. You're so fat you disgust me. It's like you got pregnant and gave up on looking good. Sharon takes care of herself and takes care of me no matter how she feels.

I already have an attorney, you can have the house, your car, the kid and child support but you have to sign right now and I walk away clean"

She couldn't breathe, how could he do this? She quit working to be the stay at home wife and mother he wanted. She sat suddenly "That's it? You can just walk away?

Fine, let me see those papers. I'll have an attorney look at it in the morning and let you know by the end of the day. You can stay with her tonite. I don't want you in my house."

The next morning she spoke to Tony who had one of his attorneys read over the divorce settlement and translated it to layman's terms. It was a reasonable settlement if you considered that he wanted nothing to do with her or his daughter, period. The child support was enough that she could afford to stay home. He also demanded that she stop using his name so she legally changed her and Sarah's last names to her maiden name.

Y/N signed and the divorce was final in no time. She stayed away from tabloids and entertainment news so she didn't see too much of Steve and Sharon's 'fairytale courtship' that always forgot to mention the woman and child he walked away from. Bucky was still a regular visitor, coming for dinner at least once a week and having regular movie nights when he wasn't on missions. The rest of the team dropped by occasionally and she had girls nites with Pepper and Wanda.

When Sarah's 3rd birthday approached Y/N realized she was in love with Bucky. He had been her rock when Steve left and a shoulder to cry on. He practically lived in the guest room. The clincher was a few days ago Bucky showed up and Sarah called him dada, both adults melted and the trio shared a laughing, crying hug.

The morning of Sarah's 4th birthday, before her party started. Bucky proposed to both of them, with their own rings, and of course they said yes.

Sarah told everyone as soon as they showed up for her party, proudly showing her ring off. Wanda and Pepper started talking about wedding plans almost instantly and Y/N felt overwhelmed. "I think we just want something simple. Close friends and family are all we need with us."

Six months later they were married at the lake by Tony's cabin and left Sarah with Pepper while they went on their honeymoon in Europe.

On Sarah's 5th birthday Y/N woke up as Bucky pulled her closer and kissed down her neck. He started reaching towards her panties when Sarah came bouncing into the room "Mommy! Daddy! It's time to get up. My party is soon and we hafta get ready."

Bucky grabbed Sarah and started tickling her until she was screaming then kissed her all over her face. "Then I guess we better get moving little girl."

Sarah protested "I'm a big girl daddy, not little anymore. 5 years old!" She showed him her hand with the fingers spread so he could see all five."

Bucky looked at her hand "Well I'll be, you're right" and licked her palm.

Sarah giggled "Eeewwww, Daddy. That's gross." And ran downstairs

Bucky leaned over to kiss Y/N "You heard the little tyrant, its time to get up."

Y/N rubbed her barely there bump "If you think she's a tyrant wait till we're dealing with a newborn."

Bucky rubbed the bump and kissed it with a big smile on his face "I can't wait, doll."

When all the guests were there Bucky quieted everyone down "I have an announcement to make-"

Sarah shouted "I'm gonna be a sister!!"

Bucky smiled "Yeah what she said."

While the team was asking questions about how Y/N was feeling and when she was due another guest arrived with a gift so large their face was obscured.

Bucky let them in "Gifts go on the table right here and there's food-"

When the gift was set down Bucky could see it was Steve and almost felt bad for him. Sharons infidelity had been all over the news. She had been linked with a number of different men.

He looked Steve in the eyes "What are you doing here? This is friends and family only and you're neither." He said coldly

Steve looked at the ground "I, I I uh just wanted to see my daughter and see how Y/N is doing."

"Your daughter? You haven't even spoken to her in 3 years." Bucky bristled

Steve rubbed the back of his neck "I know I know I don't deserve anything from them but I miss Y/N. I made a mistake Buck. Sharon is awful"

Bucky scoffed "I tried to tell you that before your dumb ass left but you wouldnt listen. I won't stop you from seeing them but if Y/N wants you put you're gone."

Steve nodded "I understand but why are you so protective?"

Bucky smirked at him "Follow me she's out back." He walked up to her, holding Sarah while Steve trailed behind.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" Y/N was confused until Steve stepped out feom behind him. She gasped "Steve. What are you doing here?"

"Why now after 3 years?" She questioned sharply "Oh, I know. I read about Sharon. Sarah and I dont need you in our lives. You made a choice 3 years ago and now you get to live with it."

He smiled "I just wanted to see you and Sarah."

Bucky put his arm around her and rubbed her bump. Steve noticed the matching rings they wore and sighed in defeat, leaving quietly before the rest of the guests saw him.

ETA:

4 months later, Steve turns on the news while drinking his coffee and sees his former best friend, ex wife, estranged daughter and a tiny baby in Y/N's arms as the anchor stated "The Avengers White Wolf, formerly the Winter Soldier, and his wife welcome a son, Buchanan James aka Beau. The couple already has a 5 year old daughter, Sarah. Isnt that a beautiful family he has, we wish them all the best."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x reader #sharon carter x steve rogers #angst

[nyxronomicon]

Part iii: Bottle No. 3

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: coercion & dub-con (reader is drunk), manipulation, choso sleeping in the room you're getting freaky in, religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario

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You pulled up to the hotel, unaware that Geto was clandestinely watching from his bedroom window. He saw you climb out of the car, followed by the man he expected to be Gojo. Seeing a stranger was another stab to his heart, but he continued to tell himself this was some kind of game. He had to. As soon as you disappeared into the hotel, he composed another text.

Geto: When do you get here? I’d love to stop by. I have a special bottle of wine I got for the occasion.

Your response was quick.

MC: We just got in. Sure, come by after dinner. 8pm, Room 303.

Geto smiled, reading a book near the window to keep track of your coming and going. He saw you and the stranger leave for dinner and return, no obvious signs of intimacy between you. He told himself that this man was not your boyfriend, just a friend or recent hookup you brought along to upset him. He could deal with that.

When 8pm came, Geto knocked on your door. He had brought several bottles of wine and a plan in mind for how to figure out the true nature of your relationship with this stranger. You opened the door with a smile and thanked Geto for the hotel. His heart was racing just from seeing you again. You were far more stunning than he remembered, even after watching you from across the street.

"MC, it’s great to see you." He kissed you on the cheek as if everything between you was just water under the bridge. Then, he glimpsed the man that seemed far too comfortable to be meeting his partner’s ex-husband. "You must be the plus one." He smiled cordially, walking over to introduce himself.

"Choso Kamo." The man said, holding out his hand.

"Suguru Geto." They exchanged a firm handshake. "I’m sure MC has warned you about me." He chuckled, glancing at you.

"I’ve gotten the summary." Geto’s handshake was tighter than it should be, almost threatening. Choso wondered if it was a good idea to have him over. He wondered if seeing this man at all was a good idea.

"You didn’t forget to tell him the good things about me, did you?" Geto put his bag on the dresser and started pulling out the bottles of wine and glasses and lining them up.

"Well, you have good taste in wine." You eyed the bottles. They looked expensive.

"I thought it might be nice to celebrate." Geto picked up the most expensive looking bottle and uncorked it, filling the three stemless wine glasses a little more than one usually would.

Seating in the hotel room was limited. There was only one bed and a small sofa. Choso had already taken a seat on the edge of the bed as Geto passed out the glasses.

"It feels so good to see you again." Geto smiled as he sat on the couch. You hovered a moment before sitting next to Choso. "Feels like old times, huh?"

"I suppose it does." You were uncomfortable, that much was clear. That’s what the wine was for.

"Tell me about you two. How long have you been seeing each other?" The two of you had practiced a story. It was how you actually met, with a few romantic embellishments that made you sound more like a couple. Geto practically interrogated you about it, finding the story to be far more simple than his courtship with you.

The conversation remained lighthearted, a recap of what you and Geto had been up to. As the night went on, the three of you made it to wine bottle number two.

There was a time that Suguru knew you better than you knew yourself. No matter how much you changed, wine bottle number two would always make you cling onto him. Less stable on your own. He could read your body language like a book as you got drunker, and when you started on your next glass of wine, he noticed you leaning forward. Towards him.

"If you’re a couple, why don’t you prove it?" Geto smiled casually.

"What do you mean?" Choso asked. You had looked away, flustered. You figured this would happen.

"You know what I mean." Geto grinned at you. "Choso," He dragged his eyes to him. "Why don’t you kiss? Just a little one."

Choso looked at you. You’d talked about this. You’d just have to kiss and get it over with. "Don’t be shy, sweetheart." His voice was soft as you turned to him.

"Suguru, this is weird." You said to him. "I don’t see why I should have to kiss my boyfriend in front of you." You were always one to put up a fight.

"You know, you’re kinda cute together." Geto continued to smile. "I can tell he treats you right, but I just want to make sure."

You glanced at Choso, whose eyes were half-lidded from the alcohol. "It’s okay." He whispered, leaning close to you.

Suguru carefully watched your body language as you kissed. You seemed to shrink back a little. The way he knew you to be at wine bottle number two, you’d be pushing yourself against him until there were no gaps. Melting into his touch until your breaths were one. But this was about as platonic as a kiss could get. Suguru’s grin remained as he watched you pull away. Clearly, this man was just a friend.

"You two really are darling together." He faked a sip of his wine, remaining more sober than the two of you as he started phase three of his plan.

The conversation went back to light topics. Choso found he really kind of liked Geto, and both of your guards were down as he kept complimenting you as a couple. It was so out of character for him to support you with another man; you thought Suguru may have actually changed. That maybe a year in the clergy was exactly what he needed.

Popping open wine bottle number three, Suguru gave the two of you another heavy pour. This was when you'd get nostalgic. It thrilled Suguru to see Choso looking quite tired. Just a bit of time talking about the old days and he might even pass out.

Gojo's voice echoed in Choso's head. Don't leave them alone together. That was easier said than done, of course. After the long drive and way too much wine, Choso was exhausted. On a normal night he'd just crash, but he was here to box Geto out. Make him feel like you really have moved on. But he'd still be in the room if he fell asleep, so it should be fine, right? His eyelids got heavier as Geto brought up your wedding.

"I found this selfie of us the other day." He called you over to the sofa and you stumbled over, taking a seat next to him. Choso took the opportunity to lay down.

"I'm listening. I'm just resting my eyes." He said, curling up on the bed. Suguru smirked, going through a few more of your old photos together, intentionally reminiscing in a way that would make it hard for Choso to follow.

You didn't really notice Suguru's arm wrapping around your shoulder. Nor did you notice how you leaned against his chest as you focused on the photos on the small screen. You chuckled at the fond memories, the friendships you had together. It was almost like you felt whole again.

You heard a snore coming from the bed. It didn't take long for Choso to fall asleep. It was only now that you realized that you had fallen right into your ex-husband's trap. The problem was, now that you were here, it felt kind of nice. You missed his embrace. His scent. His smile.

"So what do you think of him, really?" Suguru was speaking quietly, careful not to wake him.

"Choso? He's really kind. I think I might love him." You weren't a good liar. Especially not when you were drunk.

"You're just saying that." Suguru leaned in close to your ear. "After all, I've seen you kiss Gojo's cheek with more passion." Your heart dropped. Of course he noticed something like that.

"It's not really your business." You whispered.

"Don't you miss this, though?" Suguru’s tongue trailed up your neck, then he sucked on your earlobe. Your body responded with an involuntary shiver.

"S-Suguru…" you stammered. Even after all this time, he still knew exactly how to fluster you.

"Please. Just one kiss." Suguru met your gaze, a fiery passion in his eyes. You remembered this look. It always caught you. The desire in his eyes was his ultimate trap.

"We shouldn't." Your eyes flickered to Choso and back to Suguru. He inched closer to you until your breath mingled.

"I just…" Suguru's eyes begged. "I'd give anything to kiss you again."

Maybe it was the alcohol impairing your judgment, but as Suguru closed in to kiss you, you didn’t stop him. His tongue languidly entered your mouth and you felt yourself melt into him like you had hundreds of times before. You forgot how good he was at stealing your breath with a kiss.

It was slow and intentional. He was savoring every moment you kissed him back, like you were of one mind. Like you did when you were married. Heat crept up your neck as one of his hands gripped the back of your head. He tugged at your lip with his teeth as he slowly pulled away.

"Suguru…" you muttered his name the moment he let you breathe. Before you could say anything else, he dove in for another kiss, deeper this time. You'd been with others since the divorce, but somehow not one of them kissed you half as well as he did. He took his time as the heat between you slowly built. He was careful to not move too quickly. Now that you were letting him touch you again, the last thing he wanted was to scare you away.

"You said just one kiss…" you whispered.

"I missed you so much." He matched your volume. "I couldn’t stop myself."

You were silent at his admission. The love you shared was always so passionate. So dangerous. Truth be told, you never stopped loving him either, but you knew what was good for you and this was not it. You wished Choso would wake up and stop him. Or that Gojo would call and give you an excuse to push him away. You knew you could simply get up and kick him out. He would leave if you asked him to. He was always respectful in that way.

But the way he was looking in your eyes. The way his familiar scent wrapped around you. He had been your home for so long. And it felt so good to be in his arms again. You couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

The delicate walls you had built to keep yourself safe crumbled with a kiss.

"I get it." He sighed. "But I promise, I've changed." Although he was the same in most ways, losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He would do anything to have you back in his arms permanently, but he’d just have to make this last as long as he could.

"But Choso is right there…" You glanced at the man on the bed as he snored.

"Please. No more excuses." Suguru's lips brushed against yours. "I know you want this just as badly as I do."

You wished you could think straight. Maybe you'd actually kick him out if you could. But you felt so consumed by his warmth. He was right, as bad as it would be for you, all you could think about right now was letting him kiss you as long as he wanted. You missed his touch, his kiss, the intimacy you shared. You felt yourself wanting to be his again.

As Suguru knew, on wine bottle number three, you stopped caring about consequences.

This time, you kissed him. You didn't want him to trap you, cage you in like you knew he wanted to, so you pressed your body tightly against his. It seemed like the world around you disappeared as you kissed. The scent of his trademark cologne wrapped around you, the taste of his tongue dancing on yours, the feeling of his hands memorizing your body, the sound of his gasps and low moans, and the image of his stunning brown eyes swirled in your mind until it was only him. Just like he always wanted, your world was completely and utterly consumed by him.

You didn’t want to stop. He knew your body better than anyone. He knew exactly what moves would make you a needy mess, and yet he remained respectful. He simply made out with you, reveling in the way you slowly melted into him. Heaven for him was your body slotted against his, breathing heavily with need as he kissed you.

"C’mere." After a while, Suguru pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You looked into his eyes again. They were heavy with lust and you knew yours were too. The shift in position reminded you how bad of an idea this was, but it felt so good.

"We shou-" You began.

"I know." He interrupted you. "I know we shouldn’t. But I’ve been dreaming of this since the moment I signed those papers." He pressed his lips against your neck, sending fresh sparks of heat to your core. "Please, just humor me a little longer." He begged.

He shifted his weight forward and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your sex. Your body tingled from the sensation as you remembered how incredible it always felt inside you. You softly whimpered in his ear as he started nibbling at your neck, surely leaving hickeys as he loved to do.

"All I can think about is you…" He continued to mark you between thoughts. "I thought you’d never speak to me again… I need you to know that I would do anything to have you in my life again… Being with you like this is pure bliss."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "I love you so much it hurts." He was barely audible, but you heard every word.

Your heart ached. You felt the same way. Loving him was painful, but you loved him regardless. You wished desperately you could turn that emotion off. Being with him like this felt so good. It felt right, like you were two puzzle pieces that belonged together. And yet, you had sobered up just enough not to say something you’d regret. You needed to think it through before giving him another chance.

"Suguru…" You placed a hand on his chin, directing his gaze back up to you. "I want this, but… I can’t just give you another chance. Not without thinking it through… when I’m sober."

His eyes looked a little sadder, not that it was entirely a rejection. "If it’s all the same to you…" He seemed uncharacteristically bashful as he spoke, possibly afraid of a real rejection. "Maybe I could be one of those bad decisions you always make when you're drunk."

This made you chuckle a little. He made it so hard to say no, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips where his hands rested. Those half-lidded brown eyes looking more delectable than chocolate. And that damn cologne, transporting you to a time where he was yours and you were his and things were simple again.

You wanted it all to be simple again.

#jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu geto

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2023 in pictures !!! thank you for the tag @eyes-likepilotlights <333

rules: pick ten pictures from your year that you absolutely love and tag ten people to do the same :)

commentary below the cut bc i loooove to talk

first pic was from pregaming for the disco/70s themed party we had in january. literally the best party ever like dancing around plastered to abba w all my friends SUCH an experience. and i looked hot

walking home from campus in february <3 i miss that walk i won’t lie. even tho walking the bridge over the river was Horrendous w the wind

walking to waffle house at like 4am in florida!!! it was two miles away. it was me and four guys one of which had just broken his collar bone lol. i laid down in a ditch for like fifteen minutes on the way back w the collar bone guy bc we were tired. the shirtless guy blacked out before we even got there

exploring the old abandoned subway tunnels in the city !!! this was so cool. i was trying really hard this year to make the most of senior spring and kinda say yes to every possible experience before i graduated, conséquences and school work be damned. and this was one of those things that i said yes to on a whim! this was taken at like 3am too. we went to a 24hr dunkin after this and it was glorious

this pic is my fave pic of me EVER. spring track formal you will ALWAYS be famous. finished a bottle of wine by myself and then switched over to punch + shots. had like ten standard drinks lol. there’s a video of me dancing w two of my guy friends (beloved steeple legends. actually one of them is the guy on the right in the subway tunnels pic. who was also almost my roommate lol) spinning each other around from this night and it’s one of my favorites ever as well. this entire night was sooooo good but this pic is especially aesthetically pleasing

i GRADUATED!!!!!!! bachelors of science BABY!!!!!! and i looked damn good doing it

went to a really cool music festival (saw fucking flo rida??? which was honestly one of the best live music experiences of my life??????) and they had a barbie booth so i Of Course had to get a pic

went back to my college for the alumni cross country meet, got to see like all of my friends from my year and my younger friends who haven’t graduated yet, and took a bunch of cool long exposure pics at the rave themed party they had

went to a keith haring exhibit w my dad!!! cried like i always do at art museums lol

went to ann arbor and chicago to see a friend who couldn’t make it to the alumni meet and to go to megan rapinoe’s uswnt retirement game (my first ever pro soccer game lol??) and sobbed literally the entire time lol

no-pressure tagging @fewtrell @userkritaaay @ocontraire @landoisokay @leclercenjoyer @elementalmoments @piastriachios @mecachrome @lafaerie @geluksalig

#tag game #happy new year friends !!!!!!

[late-to-the-party-81]

This evening has been so very nice

AN: Hello folks! After the chaos of Kinktober I’ve been taking a little break, but also working on this for the Thot Neighbourhood Discord Server Secret Santa.

I drew @yarnforbrains - I hope you enjoy this, my darling Dani. This is my first time writing for the Moon Knight boys, so I hope I did them justice.

My prompts were Winter Wonderland, Lyrics from 'Baby it's cold outside' and a picture from a German Christmas Market.

NB- I have no experience with people with DID, but did a load of reading from this website

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, Spanish help from @aquariusbarnes

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationships: Steven Grant x plus sized Reader, Marc Spector x plus sized Reader and Jake Lockley x plus sized Reader

Word count: 4k

CW: Fluff, drinking, PDA, explicit sexual content (Oral - F receiving, Rough PinV sex, unprotected sex, cum eating), swearing.

You hurried through the dark streets, your scarf flapping around your neck and your bobble hat pulled down tight on your head. As much as you loved this time of year, sometimes the cold got too much, even for you. However, you could almost feel the Christmas cheer seeping into you as you neared your destination, and therefore your boyfriend. Or was it boyfriends? You’d admit you still had a lot to learn about dating multiple members of a DID system.

The lights ahead of you were bright and you couldn’t help but smile as you walked into the hubbub of the German Christmas themed farmer’s market. Alongside the usual stalls selling honey, vegetables and homemade items there were gaily decorated huts selling mulled wines and ciders, strong german beers, bratwurst and an array of sweet treats. Lights were strung everywhere, carols played over speakers and children squealed as they went round and round on the vintage style carousel. You felt as though you’d stepped into a winter wonderland.

You turned in a circle, taking it all in, but also trying to find your boyfriend in the crowd, a near impossible feat it seemed. Pulling out your phone, you checked your messages, but there wasn’t a new one indicating where you should meet. With a small huff, you decided he could come to you. However, just as you were about to press send on your message for him to meet you in front of the singing moose, a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind.

“Oi-oi, saveloy!”

You spun around with a squeal and threw your arms around his neck.

“Steven!”

You were happy to see the mild mannered alter. He was always so sweet to you. You pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled as a blush made its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. He got embarrassed easily with public displays of affection stronger than hand holding. It was cute.

“So you’re my date this evening then?”

“Yes. Well at the moment, anyhow. The lads and I had a chat and divvied up the night, so to speak…” He stopped speaking suddenly, looking at you earnestly, head tilted slightly to the side. “ I mean, if that’s okay with you?”

You beamed at him, cupping his face and rubbing your nose against his.

“It sounds great. Now, where are we off to first?” Steven twined your fingers together, kissed your knuckles and with a smile dragged you towards the carousel.The pair of you laughed and squealed just like the children from earlier as you bobbed up and down on your horses as the ride spun round and round.The cheerful organ music reminded you of the Christmas’ of your childhood, but the thing that made you giggle the most was Steven trying to get on and then off his horse, sliding on the smooth surface. He was adorably clumsy sometimes.

After the carousel you walked around the food stalls, your head leaning on Steven’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne. There was more laughter between you as you both chose foot long german sausages that hung out of the bun at each end, setting off immature fits of giggles from you both. It was impractical to eat them as you walked, so you managed to find a space in one of the market shelters, set up with trash cans and perching stools.

You both chatted about your days as you ate, taking it in turns to lean over and wipe mustard and ketchup off each other’s cheeks. When you sucked a bit of sauce off your thumb you saw a flash in his eye, which made you smile even more. While Steven looked quiet and demure from the outside, you knew how he could get if the mood took him. Although, that flash could easily have been either Marc or Jake coming briefly to the surface. 

Napkins and cardboard trays thrown in the trash, you grabbed Steven’s hand.

“Let’s look at the stalls. I saw some cute wooden ornaments, and some snow globes.”

“Whatever you want, babes. Your wish is my command.”  He made a dramatic bow in front of you, like a fairy tale prince, and you giggled once again. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve such a handsome, sweet guy like Steven, but you thanked the universe daily.

After some retail therapy, where you’d managed to pick up a few gifts for family members, Steven steered you towards the sideshows.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun and excel at these, babes, but they’re not really my forte. Hate to love you and leave you.” He leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, in a soft and sweet kiss. 

When the pressure against your mouth hardened slightly, becoming less sweet and more spicy, you knew that Marc had made his appearance.

Stepping back, you looked up into his eyes. Marc was ‘harder’ around the edges than Steven. He stood straighter, with more confidence in both his body and expression. Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat, he pulled out a baseball cap and set it atop his head, before sliding his arms around your waist and smiling down at you.

“Hey, baby. Have fun with Steven?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m all shopped out and full of hotdog, but if you wanted to win me the giant teddy bear, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Consider it won, Angel.”

He led you over to one of the stalls, a shooting game with battered bb rifles chained to the counter. The targets, bobbing up and down, and moving side to side at the back, were elves peeking out of boxes and reindeer flying across the sky. There were even a pair of black boots moving up and down out of a fake chimney.

Handing over some cash to the stall owner, Marc picked up one of the rifles with cocky assurance, flashing you a grin, before tucking the stock up against his shoulder. He watched the motion of the targets for a few moments, getting a feel for the pattern and speed. With a squeeze of the trigger a spherical piece of metal flew across the space and landed with a ‘thunk’... three inches to the right of the target. You tried, and failed, to suppress a giggle as Marc scowled, looking over the rifle with a huff. Then, without a word, he raised it up again and let of a series of shots across the target area, the chimes of metal hitting metal ringing out one after the other, much to the frustration of the stall holder. You squealed and bounced on your toes as the massive polar bear wearing a santa hat was begrudgingly handed over. Leaning across the huge stuffy, you pressed kisses all over Marc’s cheeks and lips.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

His arms went around your waist and he spun you around until you were both dizzy and laughing, uncaring about the spectacle you were creating. Eventually Marc slowed you down and pulled you into a short, but deep, kiss that left you both breathless.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s check out the other games.”

The pair of you laughed as you played ‘hook a duck’, then skeeball and then failed abysmally at the ring toss.

“I’m sure it’s rigged,” Marc grumbled. You silently agreed with him. It was unlikely that your highly trained boyfriend couldn’t beat a fair version. “Let’s go sit and get a drink instead. I think there’s a mulled wine and cider shack around the corner.”

“There’s an idea I can get behind. Lead the way, my Prince of sideshows.” 

The temperature had dropped over the last hour and you could feel the cold burning at your nose and cheeks, so when the pair of you made your way into the brightly lit, wooden bar, you let out a sigh of relief. The small space was crowded with other market patrons and you were grateful for Marc’s presence, as you squeezed through the press of bodies, along with your bear and shopping bags, to get to a small table in the corner. 

“Sit tight, sweetheart and I’ll be back.” 

The smile he flashed you made your heart jump and your core pulse. As you watched him walk off to the bar, unashamedly watching his ass inside his slacks, an electronic squeal caught your attention. In the other corner of the bar was a small raised stage, with a couple of microphones, speakers and a large monitor; a karaoke set up. A pair of giggling blonde girls were making their way up onto the dais, talking to the man who appeared to be in charge. What occurred next was what could only be described as two cats screeching along to the backing track of Whitney Houston’s ‘I’m Every Woman’. Marc returned to your table part way through the rendition, placing the steaming glass mug in front of you, the red, fragrant liquid with bits of orange peel floating in it, sloshing gently.  You cupped it in your hands, warming them on it and inhaling the heady scent of red wine, spices and citrus.

Marc’s foot toyed with yours under the table, and despite the caterwauling you could feel the romance. You were so lucky that you’d been able form such strong relationships with both of Marc’s main alters. It made all your lives much easier, having those connections, with none of them feeling guilty if they appeared unplanned; you loved them all equally.

The atmosphere, and the second cup of wine, lulled you into relaxation and you knew you had a dopey, slightly buzzed look on your face. You pulled his hand across the table, turning it so it was palm up. With your index finger you started to trace patterns across his skin.

“Marc…” You let out a dramatic, needy whine. A wry smile spread on his face as he looked at you.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Come sing with me. I wanna do karaoke.  We’d be so much better than these guys.”

He rolled his eyes, but you knew he’d say yes. He always indulged you, and you weren’t above taking advantage of that once in a while.

His hand tightened on yours and pulled you to your feet. 

“Come on then - do you know which song you want to do?”

You nodded in reply, your lower lip pulled between your teeth, as you both made your way to the stage. As Marc sorted out the microphones you gave your song request to the DJ. With your performance confirmed you moved to stand next to Marc, taking one of the microphones from him and looping your free arm through his. The short piano intro played and you saw a smile of recognition on your boyfriend’s face, before you breathily sung your first line.

“I really can’t stay…”

Marc didn’t miss a beat before leaning towards you, crooning.

“But, Baby, it’s cold outside…”

“I’ve got to go away…”

“But, Baby it’s cold outside…”

His voice was deep and velvety, a soft caress across your soul. His eyes bored into yours, and you were helpless to look away as you sang to each other. You weren’t sure when it happened, but at some point during the song the playful lightness decreased and the banked heat between you began to rise. When your voices came together in a final, synchronous crescendo you didn’t know if your racing heartbeat was due to the unaccustomed effort of singing or because your mind was already imagining all the things that Marc would do to you when you got back to your apartment. You didn’t notice the applause and cheers from the audience in the wine shack, because all there was was Marc, the way his arm was around your waist, his eyes locked on yours, his breath warm on your lips…

The world lurched as he dipped you, pressing his mouth to yours and kissing you with unreserved passion. You returned the kiss, forgetting for a moment that you were in public, and not in either of your apartments. However, before you could embarrass yourself any further, Marc pulled back, his dark eyes filled with lust.  Whoops and hollers surrounded you, but you just blinked at him, slightly dazed.

“Let’s get outta here, Angel. I’ll just get your bags.” Marc dashed away to collect your things from the table, and you passed the microphones back to the grinning DJ, your face heated. You were glad for the warmth flooding your body as you stepped back out into the cold air, Marc holding your bags and with his body almost pressed up against your back. You quickly re-wrapped your scarf and jammed your hat on your head, before grabbing one of the bags from Marc so you could slip your hand in his. He grinned, a devilish smile lighting up his face before he practically dragged you out of the market and towards the main road.

With a shrill whistle, which pierced the night air like a stiletto knife, he’d hailed a cab and hustled you inside it. He rattled off your address to the cabby, and then he was kissing you again. The bags and the teddy were jammed against your legs, and your big coat, scarf and hat were getting in the way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t recall much of the ride, nor getting through your door, other than the rush to shed your outer clothes and kick off your shoes. You did register the moment your back bounced off the hallway wall as Marc steered you down it towards your bedroom, as you chuckled into his kiss and he growled back comically.

You both fell to the bed in a tangle, but working together to remove all and any clothes between you. You moaned as Marc’s lips fastened over one of your nipples, sucking the swollen flesh in to his mouth. At the same time one of his hands roamed over your soft body, stroking you and slowly making his way between your thighs.

Those deft fingers found their way without hesitation between your folds, spreading your wetness before teasing your clit into a firm peak. He teased it mercilessly, stroking and caressing it, giving it light pinches that made lightning dart across your vision, as his mouth swapped between your lush breasts, worshipping them.

“Marc!” You cried out his name as a plea, a plea for more. He lifted his head and you looked at him, glassy eyed, taking in the mess of his hair where you’d been gripping it without realising. He grinned once more, travelling down your body.

His lips kissed, sucked and nipped at your skin, leaving small marks in their wake. He saved the strongest bite for when he reached your hip. You’d realised early on in your relationship that it was one of Marc’s particular quirks; he loved the softness of your hips. How when he gripped them your flesh spilt between his fingers. How they held the evidence of his passion for you. He loved to decorate them with bite marks, finger marks, hickeys. When Stephen saw the mottled blemishes he’d stroke them gently and ask if you wanted him to apply ointment. When Jake saw them he’d just snort knowingly and grin. 

When your lover was level with the apex of your plump thighs, the hand that had been teasing you left you so he could push your legs further apart, hooking your knees over his shoulders.  Without preamble he fastened his lips to your core, drinking from it as though you alone could slake his thirst. He pulled moans and cries from your throat as you fisted the sheets, already hurtling towards your orgasm. His fingers joined his mouth and tongue, delving into your wet heat, stroking you, stretching you. Shivers raced over your heated skin, the way you were dragging air into your lungs leaving you dizzy. The force of Marc’s lovemaking never failed to leave you startled.

You came with a scream, open-mouthed and uninhibited, uncaring that Mrs Smith next door would probably shoot you daggers in the morning. Marc’s arm clamped across your abdomen, holding you to him as he continued to feast, drawing out every tremble, every whimper from your body, until you went loose and lax beneath him.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

You lay, dazed on the bed as Marc kissed his was back up you. You felt him smile against your skin until he was finally eye level with you again and you gave him a breathy smile before drawing him close and kissing him, deeply.

“I love you, Angel. I could spend all night dragging those noises from you and be satisfied. But a bit like the Ghost of Christmas Present, my time with you for the evening is almost over.”

In your lust addled state, you’d almost forgotten about Jake. You were torn. You didn’t want Marc to go, but it had been a while since you’d spent the night with the most reclusive off the alters, and had to admit the thought of it was exciting. Where Marc made love, Jake fucked. He fucked hard and feral. He left you aching after for days in the most delicious way.

Marc could obviously see the indecision in your expression. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m only a tiny bit jealous. I’m sure I’ll see you again tomorrow at some point, and I wouldn’t have missed out on our evening for anything.”

He kissed you again, his passion almost overwhelming. The hands around you tightened, the firm body rolling to be fully on top of you, leaving you in no doubt who was in charge. Jake had arrived.

You knew he was the most dangerous of your boys, birthed in the darkest moments of Marc’s army career; A way for his mind to cope with horrors he’d not only seen, but had to carry out.

As he raised his head you saw his hard eyes looking at you like a wolf looked at his prey. A shiver of anticipation racked your body.

“Buenas noches, mi cielo”

You dug your nails into his shoulder blades and nipped at his stubbled jaw.

“Hi, Jakey. Long time, no see.”

He shrugged a little, as if to say it was no big deal.

“No, don’t be like that.” You moved your hands to cup his face and force him to look at you. “You ever need me, I’m here. You matter as much as the others. I love you as much as the others. You don’t need to hide from me.”

“No me escondo, mujer.”

“Well then turn up more often for me then. Cos now you’re here…” your lips travelled up to his ear lobe and gave it a sharp tug with your teeth. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Jake. Let’s fuck off Mrs Smith like we’ve never fucked her off before.”

His eyes narrowed, but before you had a chance to wonder what he was planning, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, your hips yanked up, and a strong calloused hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the coverlet.

“¡Mantente abajo!”

“Not like I can go anywhere with you pinning me like… oh god!”  Your snarky retort was cut short as Jake pushed three of his fingers into you without warning.

“Marc got you so wet, mi amor.” 

Fuck, you loved his accent.

He pumped his wrist, and although you couldn’t see his face you could imagine him looking at your stuffed pussy, watching your juices, which you could hear squelching lewdly, spill out around his digits and run down your thighs. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he curled them, the most indelicate sound making its way past your lips.

“That’s it, cariño, be loud for me. Let the whole world know how good I am making you feel.”

He was merciless as he fingered you, seeming to revel in every salacious noise his movements pulled from your throat.

“Si, sing for me, pajarito. You sound beautiful.”

“Jake! Oh god! Fuck!”

Your legs shook as you came, and you were glad that you were mostly lying down, otherwise you would have collapsed. Your orgasm had barely finished when Jake pulled his fingers from you, with a wet, smacking sound. You heard him sucking on them, muttering under his breath, too low for you to really catch, and then he was pushing into you. Your eyes that had fluttered closed during your throws of ecstasy flew open, as he ploughed into you. One hand on your hip, the other still on the back of your neck, this was primal, feral fucking, and it was just what you wanted.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, hard!”

Jake shifted behind you, pressing his whole body against yours, his weight pushing down on your ass. Your legs slid out from under you and he followed you down, still pounding his cock into you, ferociously. 

“You want it hard? Then I’ll give you hard. You will feel me in tu coño for days.” 

He withdrew abruptly, but easily manhandled you over onto your back. He sunk back in, just as hurriedly, before hooking your legs over his muscular forearms and planting his hand on the mattress either side of your chest. Your legs were spread wide and your body folded in half as he rose up on his knees and started up his sweet torture. Each animalistic thrust pushed more noises and curses from you, rambling nonsensical sounds of lust and desire.

His thick cock was rubbing you just right on the inside, and the trimmed hair at the base of it rubbed over your engorged clit. You could feel yourself falling into that delicious spiral - the push and pull of sensation dragging you towards your inevitable, and explosive, end. 

“Mírame, amor.”

You hadn’t even realised your eyes were closed, but at his gruff command, you managed to open them slightly, taking in the fierce look on his face, the sweat peppering his brow, causing his hair to curl more.

“Cum, cariño. Let me feel you coming undone.”

He leant forward, capturing your lips again in an unforgiving kiss, a kiss that felt as though he was trying to pull your soul from you, and as he dragged that part of you from your body, he also dragged your orgasm from you. He let your lips go right at the moment that you screamed out your pleasure, with all the air in your lungs. Your vision went simultaneously black and white, your eyes unable to see anything but static as the waves of ecstasy dashed you on the rocks.

How long you lay there, dazed, you weren’t sure, but you came back to yourself to the feeling of Jake gently mouthing at your core. 

No, not Jake. It didn’t feel like him.

A change in your breathing must have given away your more alert state, because he raised his head, smiling softly. You reached out your hand to weave into his soft hair.

“Steven. When did you get here?”

“You know aftercare is my thing, babes. Now just lay back and let me clean you up, alright?”

You let yourself relax back into your messed up bed, enjoying the soft sensations as Stephen licked and stroked you. Your body juddered with a gentle, final orgasm, lulling you to the edge of sleep. A few dips of the mattress and two strong arms  pulled up the coverlet before wrapping around your body, a few gentle kisses pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“You staying?” you questioned, sleepily.

“Of course, babes. It’s cold outside.”

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[nutcasewithaknife]

Writing Patterns

Thank you for the tag @mx-myth and @bbcphile!! <3 (sorry for the dealy!! This got buried in my drafts a long while ago, and when I dug it up I realised I had a whole new fic up on ao3 since i first drafted this ;-;)

The task is to list out the opening sentence of the last 10 fics I've posted on ao3 and look for patterns! I'll do the same for the closing sentence of these fics too :)

2. Pieces (Mysterious Lotus Casebook; post-canon fic where Li Lianhua is found but cannot be saved, and difang grieve.)

Opening: 'That night, Fang Duobing fell asleep.'

Closing: 'Then they wiped off their tears and picked up the pieces together.'

2. Next Time We'll Meet Beyond The Stars Above (Mysterious Lotus Casebook; pre-canon fic following Di Feisheng and Li Xiangyi's relationship from their first meeting to the donghai battle.)

Opening: 'The first time Di Feisheng hears the name is in a shabby tea house, far from any town of notable significance.'

Closing: 'I win.'

3. Sleepless (Mysterious Lotus Casebook; gratuitous and lazy post canon feihua where they both can't sleep and decide to get horny about it)

Opening: 'Di Feisheng paused in the doorway at the sight of the empty bed.'

Closing: 'Satisfied, Di Feisheng let himself drift away too.'

4. Found (The Untamed; set during the 16 years between Wei Wuxian's death and resurrection. Lan Wangji wanders away and falls in love again, with another boy and another place, before coming back home.)

Opening: 'Lan Wangji had followed the beast’s trail to the farthest border of Qinghe.'

Closing: 'He didn’t look back.'

5. Fang Duobing and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week (Mysterious Lotus Casebook; cracky fluffy post-canon about Fang Xiaobao having an extended crisis about Di Feisheng sleeping with Li Lianhua instead of sharing the upstairs bed with him).

Opening: 'Fang Duobing returned to Lotus tower after about a week, with a spring in his step and a song in his heart.'

Closing: 'They were going to be fine, after all.'

6. A Perfect Night (Mysterious Lotus Casebook; gratuitous and lazy post canon feihua smut again! the previous fic is a sequel to this one).

Opening: 'Li Lianhua took a long drink from his gourd of wine and looked at the moon.'

Closing: 'He went to sleep.'

7. Foolish (The Untamed; sangcheng Modern AU where they're childhood friends who run into each other years later at a gay bar, and Jiang Cheng is having so many crises about his sexuality but being so brave about it.)

Opening: 'The whole liquid courage thing was a scam.'

Closing: 'They scuffled over it the rest of the way back.'

8. Save It For A Rainy Day (The Untamed; classic yunmeng bros reconciliation full of angst and screaming and, eventually, hugs)

Opening: 'Jiang Cheng was confused.'

Closing: 'If these were the troubles he had to bear… he could live with that happily enough.'

9. A Trial By Cold (The Untamed; wangxian modern AU crack where they're both in bed recovering from a cold, and as sleepy as they are horny.)

Opening: '“Lan Zhan.”'

Closing: 'His husband’s shoulder was the best pillow in the world (....except maybe his ass.)'

10. An Earthly Desire (Love Between Fairy and Devil; Lady Chidi's POV on her first time meeting and saving Rong Hao in the mortal realm.)

Opening: 'Death should’ve become easier by now.'

Closing: 'Facing death got no easier, but the reminder of life she returned to let her hope.'

Patterns:

In the older fics, there is a tendency to open with dialogue or (most frequently) a thought from the POV character. However, the more recent ones tend to begin with an action, often the POV character arriving at location that most/all of the fic is going to be set it.

The first lines usually get right into the head of the POV character. The tone of each depends heavily on this character and the tone of the fic itself.

The closing lines usually capture the crux of the story and call back to important themes in the more poignant fics. Given that most of my writing is strongly rooted in some kind of arc for the POV character, it often reflects their final state of mind. Depending on the kind of fic, it's bittersweet, hopeful, sad, or just plain ridiculous.

Just realising that all my lighter, fluffy Mysterious Lotus Casebook fics end with liansanjiao falling asleep peacefully and that's very very telling. They deserve to nap on each other and be lazy. as a treat.

Huh. I wonder if realising all this will change these patterns henceforth. It was very fun to distance myself from each fic and look at them all together. Anyways, that's pretty much all I noticed. If anyone spots something else I'd love to hear :3

Tagging every single fic-poster who sees this on their dash, please go wild, I look forward to it!! :D

#tag game #writing patterns

[loftylockjaw]

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Xóchitl’s house PARTIES: Wyatt & Xóchitl SUMMARY: Wyatt finally gets around to surprising his friend from Boston with his appearance in her hometown, and the two reconnect in a few different ways. CONTENT WARNINGS: Wrspice (implied)

—

They’d met in Boston some years ago, but Xó hadn’t lived around those parts since she was a kid, so there was always significant time in between their chances to reconnect. Still, she was a fun person to be around and someone that Wyatt would consider a friend, so when he realized that his hunt for steadier fighting ring work was taking him right into the town she’d told him she was living in, of course he had to see her. He’d waited a few weeks, giving himself time enough to settle in, find a normal job, secure the other job, and generally make sure he was well put together before surprising her with a visit. 

‘Heeey, guess who’s in your neck of the woods?!’ he’d texted her a few days back. She was shocked, naturally, but the two had quickly made plans to meet at her place for drinks, snacks, and catching up. Currently, the Cajun was stood outside her door, a bag in one hand that he’d filled with a couple bottles and some homemade appetizers, and an autumn-themed bouquet in the other. When she eventually pulled it open, a smile bloomed on his face that was perhaps even larger than the sunflower that sat front and center in the flower arrangement. 

“Xó!” he exclaimed affectionately, laughing as he set down the insulated bag for a moment to reach in and hug her with one arm. “Been too long, young lady!”

—

Wyatt was an old friend (so old, she’d joked more than once, when they’d first met), and he was somehow in the same town that she’d grown up in, now. Been born in, at least. Xóchitl wasn’t sure if she could fully say that she’d grown up in a town that she’d left when she was eight years old.

But when he’d texted her and mentioned that he was here, she hadn’t had to think twice about agreeing to hang out. At her place. Which yes, maybe she’d made sure was extra clean (though it usually was – in case she needed to put it on the market suddenly, in case this town made her need to leave again), and maybe she’d also dressed herself up nicer than usual, with a shirt that was one of her less work-appropriate ones, but Wyatt was cute, and she was almost thirty (though she’d certainly tried to flirt with him even back home, back when she was just nineteen or twenty).

She’d heard him at the door and darted over, smile bright on her face. “Far too long, though you still look good, not that I’m surprised, but…” Xóchitl let her voice trail off. “Come on in. What do you think of the place? Decorated it all myself, though manman is an art curator still, so I think some of her talent rubbed off on me.” Even if the place looked more pristine than most homes, she had made every effort to choose decor that felt like her, felt good, and looked good, too.

—

“Ohh, flatterer,” Wyatt teased, sauntering into the home as his gaze raked it over a few times, smile still fixed firmly in place as his head started to bob in a nod. “Hell yeah, ma chérie, it looks great.” His gaze fell back on Xó and he extended the bouquet out to her, adding a cheeky, “Not unlike yourself,” that he paired with a quick wink. 

Once she’d taken the flowers from him, he trailed after her toward the kitchen where she could procure a vase for them, and he could unpack their vittles for the evening. Carefully setting the plated and professional-looking dishes out along the counter, he explained what each one was as he went, then ended with the two bottles of wine he’d brought. He asked after the bottle opener and glasses so he could get them started, and it was as he was pouring the dark red liquor that he gave the woman a smirk and a soft scoff. “Girl, how are you?” he asked playfully, passing her one of the glasses. “Don’t hold back, now, I wanna know the hot goss.”

—

“You know it.” Xóchitl grinned back at him. “Oh, glad you think that my decorating skills are decent, and that you think I look great. Means a lot.” She quickly accepted the bouquet and offered Wyatt the slightest of curtseys in response – tongue-in-cheek and all, but something that worked very well between the two of them, she figured. 

“Damn, I’m impressed.” She spun around on the balls of her feet, pressing a kiss on top of the flowers before setting them down. “I’m well, you know, just looking great and having a brilliant job. Not that I’d brag, ever. Or,” Xóchitl’s eyes crinkled in the beginnings of laughter, “well, not without reason. Hot goss? There’s this sexy guy that’s back in town? Curly brown hair, wickedly charming smile? You might have seen him around.” She winked. “But for real, I don’t know – this town is still weird, but not all of it feels bad. Most of it, yes, but not everything. Do you have any hot gossip for me, babe?” Maybe the babe was a bit too much, but she appreciated just how easy things felt with Wyatt, how at home they felt.

—

"Ohh, no kiddin'? Hmm, you might have to introduce me…" Wyatt teased in return, taking a sip of his wine. Bless her heart–weird didn't even begin to cover it. He wondered, briefly, exactly how much of that weirdness she was aware of… but figured that would come up naturally if at all, and let the comment slide on by with a commiserate nod and shrug. "Little ol’ me? Well… It was gettin' too expensive to stay in Boston, couldn't ah… send as much back home." He'd made the brave decision to tell Xóchitl about his family in Louisiana once, and while he'd left out a lot of details, she at least knew that a portion of his income was mailed to his mother. "Heard through the grapevine that the cost of livin' was better here, n' since I knew you came from these parts, well… figured there had to be some good about it." He grinned, circling an arm around her waist and pulling her in close, pressing an affectionate kiss to her temple. "Believe it or not, you ain't the first person from Boston I've run into up here. Seems the past has a way of catchin' up, eh? Anyway… it's been good. Woulda been smarter to move somewhere warmer, probably. But I never claimed to be smart," the lamia laughed. 

After a beat, he let her go and set his glass on the counter, clapping his hands together. "Right then! Food, before the warm stuff cools off too much. All made special for you, dove." 

—

“I’ll be sure to, I have a feeling the two of you’ll get along almost like you’re the same person.” Xóchitl offered him a conspiratorial grin. She listened carefully to what he was saying – Wyatt was absolutely someone she trusted very much, and cared for all on top of that, and since they hadn’t been in tons of contact recently, she was hungry for whatever pieces of information he shared. “Boston’s way too expensive, I agree – and that makes sense, you’re good for looking out for your mom, I mean, I know it’s just nice to do, but too many people wouldn’t even try…” He’d come here in part because she was from here, and for all that she loathed what the town had done to her, she couldn’t help but smile at that particular remark, body relaxing against his arms. Sighing against the kiss against her temple, entirely at ease with him, just as always. “No way. That’s neat, though it’s kind of wild to see a lot of us just suddenly move up here. Though three’s not so many, I suppose. Well, I think you’re plenty smart,” she pressed a kiss to her fingers and pressed her fingers against his nose, “and selfishly, I’m glad you’re here, because I missed you.”

Xóchitl frowned for a moment when he let her go, though the promise of food was enticing. “I feel very very lucky, because your food is some of the best ever.”

—

It was kind of her to tell him she thought he was smart, even if he didn’t believe it for a second. Not to say he thought she was lying, she’d just probably never been around him long enough for the true, dumbass bayou hillbilly to come through. He’d worked very hard on the walls he’d built up around himself to protect that aspect of his personality from view, and subsequently, ridicule, and there were not many people he’d been that vulnerable with. It was nothing against Xóchitl, either—she was just actually smart, so the walls stayed up. Perception was everything, and if Wyatt was being truly honest with himself, he cared deeply about what others thought of him. Best to keep on her good side. 

They’d eaten the food and made it through the first bottle of wine after little more than an hour, chatting about their time apart as if it had never really occurred—talking to Xó had always been easy. Maybe that’s why she was a therapist (duh). Wyatt, for all his charm, was barely able to follow along as she spoke about her field of work, finding that he relied much more on wit and being able to convince someone that what he wanted was what they wanted than he actually understood other people. Or himself, for that matter. 

“That’s fascinatin’. You must be real good at readin’ people then, yeah? Does that ever get exhaustin’, or is it somethin’ you can like… turn off?” He let a brief pause pass between them before adding, “I hope you can, ‘cause I’m bettin’ tryin’ to read me would give you a right headache.” He was sitting beside her on the couch, arm slung across her shoulders, legs sticking out beneath the coffee table as he settled in comfortably. 

—

Wine and food and good conversation made time pass quickly. Time with Wyatt always did, but in the best sort of way. The best sort of way, minus the fact that it meant that time with him came to an end sooner than she would’ve liked. Which Xóchitl was keen to avoid today, at least. She wasn’t sure how successful she’d wind up being, but trying something mattered, didn’t it?

She wanted time with her friend, and besides, it was nice to look at Wyatt’s smile and know just how warm he was, and how easily he made her smile. Not that smiling was always hard, but Wyatt was undoubtedly on the list of people who always (always) understood just how to get Xóchitl to smile, even when she really wasn’t feeling up to it.

“I guess I am real good at that, huh?” She smirked at her friend. “I don’t try to read my friends, Wyatt, and I don’t try to do it all the time anyhow.” Xóchitl leaned against Wyatt’s chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t worry, this is all just us two. We can talk about, or do, whatever it is that you’d be up for. The food was, unsurprisingly, exceptional.”

—

“Mm, fair… probably best not to, eh? You’d get real sick of us.” Wyatt suspected that if she was ever upset with someone she might try to figure out what the hell was going on with them, but he’d never been on the opposite end of that particular emotion. No, he and Xó only had good memories together, and he aimed to keep it that way. 

The feel of her nails against his skin, even through the barrier of his shirt, had him straightening his spine a little bit. He smiled down at her, brushing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear as she spoke, assuring him that it was just them. Just them, and whatever they wanted to say… or do. Hm. 

He lifted a brow, craning his neck down to speak against the top of her head. “Well… I ain’t much of a linguistic genius, we both know that, but there’s loads of things we can do that I’m pretty good at,” he hummed suggestively. “Exceptional, even. Not to toot my own horn, but, ah…” The smirk remained as she predictably turned her head to look up at him, and his bright blue gaze fell to her lips.

—

“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you, so…” Xóchitl shrugged. Not that she was going to think too much about that, because Wyatt had only just wound up back in her life again, and as much as she was one to catastrophize, she’d try to put it off at least for a little while, with him. Especially seeing as she’d only just gotten him back, and that was partially her fault, but still. It was good, and she could be selfish and take everything good that was offered to her.

(Not that there always was a lot of that, and Xóchitl didn’t even mean that in a way of self-pity, but more scientific fact).

His hand on her hair felt nice, and so did him tucking it behind her ear, and he smelled just like how she remembered, back, all those years ago. Even if it wasn’t the identical scent, it was the feeling, more than anything else, about it all, and Xóchitl felt her whole body relax against his, the comforting feeling of being curled into him one that she wasn’t going to stop relishing any time soon.

His words carried a more suggestive tone, then, and that much she could work with. “Being a linguistic genius is overrated anyways, and I’d love to see some of those things you’re good at.” Xóchitl looked up at him. “I think you deserve to praise yourself, and I’ll tell you that there are some things I’m also rather excellent at.” She brushed a finger against his jawline. “Besides, I’m flexible in more ways than one, and as bad of a line that is, let me tell you that I’m truly down for most anything. I think I’d like to see some of what you’re exceptional at, if you’d be so kind as to show me?”

—

Wyatt Barlow was many things, but overly cautious was not one of them. He rarely thought things through before acting, which is probably why he'd been pit fighting for more than half his life, and why he had no real relationships to speak of. He was, in every sense of the word, ephemeral. Flighty. Whim-prone, and right now his whim was curled against his side, touching his face, and telling him how flexible she was. There was no clearer sign in the universe, and the blinking neon might've blinded him had it been anything more than metaphorical. 

“And what sort of friend would I be if I didn't oblige when you've asked me so nicely?” he teased, leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss. It was gentle at first, or at least as gentle as was possible for Wyatt, but quickly devolved into something much more needy and ravenous.

Funnily enough, this hadn't been the intention behind tonight's visit, but it wasn't a detour he was looking to complain about, not by a long shot.

—

His kiss felt good, and it felt even better when Wyatt’s kisses turned more frantic, more hungry, and she’d wanted this for years, since they’d met and Wyatt had decided to be something of a gentleman, or whatever, but now he very much wasn’t being that, and Xóchitl was more than okay with that, as she pulled him against her body. “You wouldn’t be a very good friend, especially since I have asked so nicely.” She pouted for a moment before her grin turned into something far more mischievous – and, for that matter, sensual.

She pulled away from Wyatt for a moment, only to rid herself of her shirt before her mouth found his again. “Since you’re being such a good friend, I think we should take this to my room. Only the best for you, of course,” her kisses were frenetic this time, as she walked backwards, towards her room, pulling him along, until they were on her bed, and something about all of this felt so good and Xóchitl was also more than just a little pleased with herself.

After, she looked over to him, and couldn’t help but remark that, “well, it’s about time, Wyatt. See, though, told you I can use my mouth for much more than just talking. Been telling you that for years, too.” She turned more fully to face him, placing a kiss on his jaw. “Hope that was worth it. Happy to do a repeat any time you’d like.”

—

“And you sure weren’t lyin’, sweetheart,” Wyatt remarked in turn, grinning at her when she moved to better face him. “‘N hey, I was tryin’ to be polite!” It was more that he enjoyed the chase, enjoyed every moment of tension that led up to nights like this, finding the whole experience far more satisfying if there was something at stake. Stakes were the kind of thing that kept him interested, after all. 

Humming softly as she kissed him again, the lamia raised his brows. “Oh yeah? Well, how ‘bout I take you out first next time, treat you to a proper night on the town, hm?” He wasn’t the sort to just show up looking for a bedfellow, no… there had to be some kind of preamble. Maybe it was all the lessons from his mother about treating people right, but it was a habit that was hard to kick. Hell, even Owen was always wined or dined first, or whatever sort of act of service Wyatt could manifest in however little time the slayer had given him. 

Running a hand through her hair, he let it fall piece by piece back to her bare shoulder, smirking to himself. “Kick me out when you get tired of me,” he offered, not wanting to overstay his welcome. “But I can stay tonight if you’d prefer, dove.”

—

“I try not to lie – at least as far as about things like this.” Xóchitl shrugged. “Well, I hope the wait was worth it, though for the record, I wouldn’t have thought you were rude if you’d been quote-unquote rude before now. Just so we’re clear.” But it was also nice, how he hadn’t just wanted to jump into bed with her, even despite all her attempts.

The feeling of his skin under her lips felt nice. “Not sure how much of a proper night on the town this town can give, but I won’t say no, obviously.” She never would, to attention specifically designed for her, for her to be treated specially. From someone like Wyatt, someone she’d actually known for quite a while, there was something about all of that that felt even more worth it, more fulfilling in its own sort of way. “We could always go somewhere more exciting, but I do trust you to make any town something fun.” Which she did. Wyatt was fun, hanging out with him was fun, so even if her hometown wasn’t nearly as exciting as Boston or New York City, Xóchitl figured the two of them could make it a whole lot of fun on their own.

Xóchitl also was in no way opposed to the way he brushed his hand through her hair. “I mean, all of this has been fantastic, and you’re my friend, so I don’t think you could really overstay your welcome.” Her smile, though still smirk-adjacent, was also real, and she hoped he could tell that. “I wouldn’t say no to that. In fact, I’d say a very enthused yes. Especially because I’m not so sure I’m totally ready to be alone in bed…” She shifted closer to him, pressing another kiss on his lips.

#. thread ; #. with ; xochitl reyes #. been a while ; #wrspice

[snelbz]

When We Were Young {8}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. 

Written with @theladyofdeath.

This chapter is NSFW. 18+.

NOW.

Hunt tucked Lennox into her bed and read her a story before he quietly shut her door and made his way into the living room. Ruhn was, once again, nowhere to be found. That seemed to be the theme when Hunt was around. Bryce was, however, perfectly present, her eyes instantly on him as he entered the room. 

It had been a couple of weeks since their night together. Their first night together, anyway. Hunt had continued to come over, had continued to come around, be present, but every time he did they were either hanging around Lennox or locked up in Bryce’s room, fucking the night away. There was little room for anything else.

Including any sort of meaningful conversation. 

“She’s asleep?” Bryce asked.

Hunt nodded as he sat down on the couch beside her. “Crashed two pages into the book. I finished it for good measure.”

Bryce huffed a laugh. “Nice.”

That sat for a moment in silence. He looked over to find that she was already watching him.

“Wine?” she asked.

“I’ll get it,” Hunt offered, standing and heading for the kitchen before she could protest.

Bryce tucked her legs underneath herself and waited for him to come back. In the meantime, she checked her phone, finding a text from Ruhn in response to her own asking how his date was going.

Not sure if I’ll be home tonight. Don’t wait up.

She snorted but texted him back. Gross. Have fun.

Her phone had just vibrated with his reply of a middle finger when Hunt returned with a glass of wine in one hand for Bryce and a glass of whiskey in the other. She sat her phone down on the coffee table as he handed her her drink and Hunt glanced at the screen. “How’s his date?”

“Good enough that we probably won’t see him for the rest of the night,” she laughed as he sat down next to her and draped her legs over his lap.

His smile turned into something darker and his hand slid up her thigh. “So we’ll have the place to ourselves?”

“Save for our daughter,” Bryce laughed, even as she scooted closer to him. “And it’s not like Ruhn leaves his room when he’s here anyways.”

“Well, while we have the privacy…” He let his words trail off as his lips found her neck, wine and whiskey forgotten.

“Lennox could wake up any time,” she protested, but still tilted her head back to give him better access.

Hunt chuckled against her skin, just before he licked and nipped and made her toes curl. After all those years, Hunt had become better at a couple of things. One being making her flush, making her excited, turning her on. He’d always been good at it, he supposed, but now he was great at it.

A simple touch had her longing to get him into bed.

Their lips met and Bryce pushed his back down onto the couch, straddling his waist as she pushed up his thin t-shirt to reveal those glorious, hard abs. After their lips broke apart, Bryce’s mouth trailed from Hunt’s jaw to his abdomen, where she personally admired every hard line of muscle before sitting back up and placing her hands on his chest. She was just about to ask him to carry her to the bedroom, he said, “This is nice.”

Bryce lifted a brow, unable to stop her quiet laughter. “Nice? Are you already drunk?”

He grinned but shook his head. “No, I mean, just being here with you. These lazy nights at home. I want to spend every night like this, Quinlan. Being lazy at home with you.”

“Is that so?” Bryce asked, running her palms down his stomach.

He nodded. Those calloused fingers of his wrapped around her wrists, which made her meet his gaze. “And, you know, that could easily happen if you and Lennox…moved in with me.”

Her eyes went wide and she said, “It’s…too soon for that.”

“Why?” He asked, letting his hands rest on her hips. “Why, Bryce? We’re good together, just like we were before. I’m back, we’re together again, we should—”

“Are we together?” She interrupted, pushing back , making to climb off of him. He wouldn’t let her. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend. You’ve been coming here, spending time with me and Lennox, but then we fuck and in the morning you leave.”

Hunt was blinking in surprise. “I thought that’s what you would want. After you told me you didn’t want to marry me—”

“I never said that,” she snapped, voice rising. She finally climbed off of him, adjusting the shorts that had ridden up as she straddled him. “I never said that and you know it.”

“All I know is that you broke my heart the first chance you got after I left.”

Bryce froze where she had gone a few feet away from the couch, leaving him laying down, staring after her. 

“I came home, met my daughter, then you dumped me,” he continued, his voice low. 

“I didn’t dump you,” she said, seething, refusing to turn back around and meet his eye. “I told you I didn’t want to get married right then and there, Hunt, I wasn’t ready.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed, and the couch shifted as he sat up. “You never had any intention of marrying me, Bryce, Lennox doesn’t even have my last name! If you had any intention of sharing my last name, you would’ve given it to our daughter.” 

Bryce took a deep breath before she turned. Hunt was sitting, staring at her, practically burning a hole through her with the anger in his eyes. “Danika had just died,” Bryce began, and she couldn’t even get through the sentence without her voice breaking. “Danika had just died and you came in and you just…you wanted to create this life that I wasn’t ready for, Hunt!” 

“And I’m sorry about that, I am,” he said, shooting to his feet. “I’m sorry about what happened to Danika, but we had just had a baby. You had just had my baby and, please correct me if I’m wrong, but before I left, we were in love. And, we were going to get married. Even before you found out you were pregnant. So, fuck,” he began, completely aggrivated, completely frustrated, raking his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry if I thought, as a dumbass kid at eighteen years old, that the love of my life, the mother of my child, would want to marry me before I had to haul my fucking ass all the way to the other side of the world!” 

“I was alone, Hunt—”

“And I was trying to take care of you in case I died!”

Bryce’s gasp was almost silent and if the apartment hadn’t been so quiet, Hunt wouldn’t have heard it. She breathed, “What did you—”

“I was on the front lines, Bryce. Do you have any idea how many times I could have died? How many times I should have died?” Flat words. Hollow. Empty. It didn’t matter how angry with him she was, Bryce didn’t want to make Hunt sort through memories he wasn’t ready for. “If we were married, if I would have died over there, Valbara would’ve made sure you and Lennox were taken care of. But by Luna’s grace, I didn’t die and I’m here and you’re still pushing me away and I don’t know what to do about it, Quinlan.” His voice cracked and Bryce through it may have echoed into her very heart. “Why won’t you let me love you?”

Bryce hesitated, but this time it wasn’t because she was afraid to voice her concerns. No, this time it was because she had no idea what to say. 

Hunt angrily wiped at his face and waited for a moment, but after she remained silent he grabbed his jacket off the arm of the couch. 

“So that’s it?” she asked, fully aware of the tears running down her face. “Just like that, you’re going to leave again?” 

Hunt stopped. Keeping his back to her, he hung his head before tossing his jacket back on the couch. “I don’t know what you want from me, Bryce.”

He had never called her Bryce so many times in one sitting. It was Quinlan or sweetheart but never Bryce. 

“I’ve made it perfectly clear what I want,” he continued, keeping his feet planted, his body angled for the door. “But, I have no idea what you want from me.”

The floorboards softly creaked as Bryce made her way toward him. She rounded his massive frame and stopped in front of him. She took his face into her hands and made him meet her eyes.

“I know a lot has gone on in the last ten years. I know that I broke your heart, even if I feel like what I did was right. I had no idea…” She swallowed, collecting herself, telling herself not to cry anymore. “I’m not going to pretend that I know what you went through over there. I’m sorry that I wasn’t ready then, and…after all this time that has passed, after all the distance between us, I’m sorry if I don’t want to rush it. I’m scared, Hunt. I’ve done this by myself for so long and I so desperately want you to be here, and I want you to be with me, and I want you to be in Nox’s life, but for so long, it’s just been me. So, having you here…having you want to be in our lives, it’s terrifying.” 

“I’m here,” he breathed, his hands settling on her arms, sliding up over her shoulders, and down her back. Ever so slightly, he tugged her towards him. She let him. “I’m here, sweetheart, and we can take as much time as you need. If you’re not ready to move in, you don’t have to. We don’t have to change a thing, as long as you keep letting me be here for you, for Nox. I’ll keep staying here and making awkward eye contact with your brother when we leave for work and you keep pretending you don’t notice it.”

Despite herself, despite the anger of the few moments before, Bryce smiled. Not just because of Hunt, but…

“We really have grown up, haven’t we?”

Hunt’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you— Huh?”

“The last time we had a fight, we let it destroy us.” She wasn’t expecting the words to make Hunt flinch, but they did. She brushed a soothing thumb over his cheek. “We didn’t let it this time, Hunt. We talked it out. We communicated.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “You mean, we acted like adults?”

“Yeah.” Bryce huffed a laugh. “We did.”

“I guess I didn’t last time,” Hunt said, looking down at their hands, clasped together between them. “Last time we fought, I got pissed and I left. I shouldn’t have. I never apologized. I’m sorry.” 

Bryce just shook her head. “We were kids, Hunt. This time…it’s going to be different.”

“I don’t want to lose you.” He leaned down and rested his forehead softly against hers. “Not again.”

Bryce leaned up on her toes and kissed him, softly. “We’re going to be a family. Me, you, and Nox. I want this to be forever, Hunt. I may not want to go from zero to one hundred, but there is one thing that hasn’t changed since the day I met you, and that’s the fact that I love you. I loved you then and I love you now.”

Hunt closed his eyes and breathed her in. “I love you, too.”

She kissed him and he swept her up into his arms, carrying her back to the couch they had vacated just before. He sat back and pulled her onto his lap. Every ounce of anger and frustration had been long forgotten.

It was as if they picked up right where they’d left off and as Hunt slid his hands down the back of her shorts, Bryce pulled back slightly. “We should go to the room.”

Hunt nodded, but instead of letting her get up, Hunt stood, lifting Bryce with him, and she yelped softly. His chuckle was husky in her ear and they both hushed as they passed Lennox’s room before reaching Bryce’s own door. He carried her in, dropping her onto the bed, and turned to close the door. By the time he turned back, Bryce was pulling her shirt over her head and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Before the lace fabric even hit the bed, Hunt was upon her. His mouth found hers as he tackled her into the bed. One of his hands was at her breast and the other was pushing her shorts down, doing his best to get between her legs.

Bryce moaned softly as his fingers slowly circled her clit as soon as they were off and he relished in the sound of it. He hummed, letting his thumb roll over her pebbled nipple at the same time. Her lips were parted, eyes closed, and Hunt took a moment to just…look at how beautiful she was.

Somehow, she had ended up completely naked, while he was still partially dressed.

His knee was between her legs, and as she writhed beneath him as he teased her with his fingers, her body moved down the bed. Until his leg was in between her legs.

She ground against it, looking for any relief, and Hunt could do nothing but watch as she used his body to get herself off.

When her eyes opened and met his, she smiled and brazenly reached up, pulling his already straining cock from his shorts. At the first contact of her hand, he hissed, but she began to stroke him in time with her hips, in time with the each rub of her clit against his leg.

Hunt muttered a curse, his hand on her breast the only thing keeping him steady, keeping him upright. He watched as she moved against him, watched as his thigh grew wet beneath her. 

They had only just begun and he was already all in, ready to combust. She had no idea what she did to him, had no idea that when she did these little things that she did it made him mad, made him forget who he was, where he was.

All he knew was her.

She was the center of his universe, a goddess in human form willing to make love to a mere mortal.

Bryce saw that fire in his eyes, saw those thoughts coursing through him as her movements against him grew ragged, unsteady. She gripped his cock harder as she came, and he cursed yet again. With his help, she rode out that orgasm and then he was between her thighs, cleaning her up with his kisses, his tongue. He took her clit between his lips, just for a second, before climbing up her body and discarding his shorts entirely.

It was a matter of a few moves and he was buried inside of her, his lips on her neck, and Bryce’s fingers wove into Hunt’s hair. She cried out, but covered her mouth, worried Lennox might hear her. If she hadn’t woken up during their fight, she wasn’t likely to wake up now.

Hunt trailed kisses down from her neck to the valley between her breasts. He still wasn’t moving his hips, his cock nestled deep inside here. Bryce needed something, needed friction as he stretched her out. She would never grow tired of the feeling of having him inside of her, even after all these years. No one had compared in the nine years they were apart and the toys in her nightstand surely hadn’t done the job as well as he had the past few weeks. His eyes found hers as his lips hovered over her nipple. She watched as his tongue flicked over the taut bud and then as his teeth closed around it, she moaned softly. Hunt did, too, his eyes fluttering shut as her inner walls tightened around him.

He still hadn’t budged an inch, made no move to fuck her, aside from the fact that his cock was inside of her. Bryce’s patience, even as he worshipped her breasts, was starting to wear thin.

“Hunt,” she warned, and he looked up at her tone, his dark eyes glittering in delight. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the bastard. Those teeth but down in her nipple again, but this time he tugged and Bryce growled at him.

He sat up, grin wide, and asked, “What’s wrong, Quinlan?”

“If you don’t fuck me properly—”

Her words fell off and her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found her clit once again and he pulled his hips out, until just the tip of his thick cock was inside of her, and slammed back in. The headboard slammed into the wall and Bryce moaned Hunt’s name loud enough that it was a good thing that Ruhn wasn’t there.

If he was, he would never let her hear the end of it.

Hunt’s movements grew vigorous and Bryce clung to him, save for one hand that held the headboard behind her to keep it from hitting the wall over and over Hunt rammed into her again and again and again. 

Her knees were already shaking, her breath already hitched, but he did not let up. A string of curses tumbled from his mouth, intertwined with her name, nearly sounding reverent, setting the depths of her soul on fire. 

He worshipped her.

Hunt lifted her hips, fingers digging into her ass as he changed his angle, just slightly, but that was all Bryce needed to completely lose control.

She shattered around him, her world tearing apart and reorienting around the pleasure wound right inside her. His name seemed to be the only thing she could remember and she repeated it over and over as her legs locked around his hips.

Hunt followed her off the ledge, her release pulling him with her, and he grunted and groaned as he spilled inside of her, Bryce’s hands exploring his arms and back and chest and face.

Those hands turned his face up towards her own and she kissed him softly.

His heavy, deep breaths calmed as he laid his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. 

“Damn, Quinlan,” he breathed, his elbows resting on both sides of her head as he pressed another soft kiss to her mouth. He let it linger. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I know,” she said, in a quiet, delicate protest. “Trust me, I know.”

He brushed the damp hair back, out of her face and simply watched her for a moment, memorizing every inch of her post-sex beauty. 

Bryce watched him watching her, watched those eyes, still a little glazed, graze over her. She dwelled in the touch of his calloused fingers moving gently over her soft, smooth skin. She watched his jaw tick, watched it harden and soften again as he swallowed. She noted his lips, hardly parted as he caught his breath, kept it steady, in and out.

“You,” he began, meeting her eyes, “are the love of my life.”

Tears lined Bryce’s eyes as she framed his face with her palms and whispered, “And you are mine.”

***

The last 365 days had been a blur. Bryce had no idea how it had happened, yet somehow, Hunt had been home, had been back in her and Lennox’s lives for over a year.

For a few months, it had been a back and forth, Hunt staying at her place some nights and then Baxian’s others. But then the bastard had returned to Valbara himself and after a happy reunion, he’d kicked one of his oldest friends out on his ass and told him to move in with his girlfriend and daughter.

It took less than two weeks of living with Ruhn before Bryce and Hunt were looking for their own place, and now they owned a townhouse right off of the Old Square.

Looking at the clock, Bryce swore, seeing she only had another half an hour before Hunt was home. She stirred the pot in front of her, then turned back to the rolls she was getting ready to put in the oven.

“Mom!” Lennox barreled into the kitchen, socks sliding on the hardwood. “Syrinx ate my sketchbook!”

The puppy they’d adopted for Lennox’s birthday was the perfect addition to their family. Except when he was being an all around nuisance.

Bryce sighed, popping the rolls into the oven before turning to meet the irritated eyes of her daughter. “Well, kid, you wanted a puppy. That’s what puppies do.”

Lennox opened her mouth to surely give a sassy reply that would have gotten her sent to her room, but before she could get a word out, the front door opened and Hunt announced his presence.

“Dad!” Lennox’s demeanor completely changed as she ran from the kitchen to the front door and hurled herself into Hunt’s arms.

Bryce hesitated, starting to panic as she looked around the kitchen. She knew she had been cutting it close, but she also knew she had time.

Which is why the first thing out of Bryce’s mouth when Hunt came around the corner with Lennox tossed over his shoulder was, “What’re you doing home?”

He chuckled as he set his daughter on the floor. “Hello to you, too. I had a great day, thanks for asking. How was yours?”

Bryce sighed, that panic starting to fade. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you for a little bit yet. I’m glad you’re home.”

Hunt’s eyes narrowed as he took Bryce by the hips and pulled her close to him. “And why would it be an issue that I left early today?” He kissed her, softly, cutting off her reply. “It smells good.”

“I wanted to celebrate,” she said, quietly, her arms going around his neck. “It’s been a year since you’ve been home.”

A few different emotions passed through Hunts eyes, but he eventually smiled. “Yeah, it has. And a good year it’s been.”

Bryce melted into him as he kissed her again. Every day, she loved kissing him more, even when she thought such a thing was impossible.

Behind them, Lennox groaned. “Will you two stop making out in the kitchen?”

Hunt’s brows shot up as he looked behind him, at his daughter. “Making out? Are fourth graders using that term now? Making out?”

She rolled her eyes - a true image of her mother. “I’m a kid, dad, I don’t live under a rock. I know what making out is.”

Hunt stared at her for a moment before slowly turning back to Bryce. “Yeah, she’s not dating. Like, ever. The second someone looks at her and thinks she’s cute, she will be, in fact, living under a rock.”

“Dad!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes again.

Bryce was shaking her head as she looked between the two. She nodded to Nox. “Go finish your homework. We’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

She did as she was told, but Bryce heard her murmur something along the lines of not going to cook, just make out some more as she trudged back up the stairs to where her room was located.

Hunt lifted Bryce up onto the counter and stepped between her legs. “How was your day?”

She hummed, dragging her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t quite back to the length it had been when he’d left to join the military, but it was getting there. His eyes slipped shut as her nails lightly scratched at his scalp. “It was fine,” she said. “Made a pretty big sale for Jesiba today, which I will see zero commission from, but she told me I managed not to fuck it up, which is basically a shining compliment from her.”

He chuckled, eyes opening, heavy-lidded and sleepy. “Way to go, Quinlan.”

“What about you,” she asked, pressing a kiss to his nose. “How was yours?”

“Long,” he sighed, and the sound was weighted. “Even if I got off early. Isaiah and I had to assist with a DCS case.”

Bryce was quiet as he decided how much to reveal about his day. Since he’d joined the police force after returning to Crescent City, Hunt had only had a few days he’d been unable to talk to Bryce about what he’d seen. All but one of those days had been on cases they’d had to perform backup for the Department of Child’s Services.

His eyes shuddered for a moment, seeming to take him far away, but then he blinked and they were on her face once more. He kissed her. “We’ll talk later. I’m just glad to be home with my girls.”

My girls. Bryce felt like a giddy teenager as butterflies filled her stomach at those two little words. 

In the last weeks, they started talking about expanding their family, about adding a few more babies to the bunch in the next couple of years. Bryce would love nothing more. This time, when they had kids, he would be there for every second of it with her and, of course, Lennox would be the best big sister, sass and all. 

“Oh fuck!” Bryce snapped back to reality and pushed Hunt back as the sauce she had been so lovingly tending to started to pop and spit all over the stovetop.

Hunt laughed quietly as she turned down the temp, helping it get back to a simmer. 

“Go change and get ready to eat, you’re distracting me from making you the world’s best dinner,” Bryce chastised. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied and did as he was told, but not before another kiss or two and a roam of her body with his hands.

Twenty minutes later, Hunt had Lennox over his shoulder, yet again, as he made his way back to the kitchen in his sweatpants. This time, Bryce was prepared.

She had set the table to perfection, using their best dinnerware, and made a display of food that had Hunt whistling at the sight of it.

“This looks amazing,” he noted, after telling Lennox to wash her hands before taking a seat. “We should find more reasons to celebrate if this is how we celebrate.”

Bryce rolled her eyes but said nothing more. He was right. It smelled amazing, it looked amazing, and it would taste amazing. 

She did a damn good job.

After pouring two glasses of wine and filling a third fancy glass with soda, the three of them were sitting around the table and digging in. 

“S’good, mom,” Lennox said, reaching for another roll.

“Thank you, and don’t talk with your mouth full,” Bryce reminded her, with a look.

They devoured the food and watched a movie after dinner, which Lennox was, as always, asleep within thirty minutes of turning it on. After letting her doze on Hunt’s shoulder for a while, Bryce gently picked her up and carried her up the stairs and put her in bed. At ten years old, she never knew when the last time she’d have a chance would be.

After making sure she was sleeping soundly, Bryce came back downstairs to find Hunt…missing, but there was a light on in their bedroom down the back hall.

Glad that she’d gone ahead and done the dishes, she turned the light in the living room off and headed to their room.

Where she found Hunt down on one knee.

She froze, covering her mouth with a hand. “Hunt…”

“Took you long enough,” he laughed, softly. “You know how long I’ve been down here?”

Bryce didn’t laugh at his joke, she didn’t move, even as tears welled in her eyes.

“Bryce, you’re the love of my life,” he started, and she was already crying. “You always have been and you always will be. You annoy the shit out of me and sometimes you irritate me to no end, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Her smile betrayed her, but the tears kept coming. “We’ve done all of this a little out of order, but we’ve never really been the most traditional of couples. We already share the most kickass kid on the planet, a beautiful home, and a wonderful life together. There’s only one thing we don’t share.” He opened the ring box in his hands and held it out for her. “A last name. Marry me, Bryce. Marry me and let’s have the happily ever after we deserve.”

She didn’t bother wiping at her face. She couldn’t move as her emotions flooded her entire body. Everything in her mind vanished and all she could see, all she could focus on was him, down on one knee, asking her to be his forever.

As if she was taking too long to answer, his smile wavered and Bryce’s feet began moving.

“Oh, no,” she laughed, meeting him on his knees in the middle of their floor.

“No?” He repeated, frowning.

“No, not no, I mean yes.”

“Yes?” He repeated, and she laughed again at his confused expression.

But then she took his face into her hands and kissed him, slowly. “Yes, of course I will marry you, Hunt. Of course I will.”

He grinned, the light in his eye overpowering. After he slid the ring onto her finger, she tackled him onto the rug and kissed him slowly.

“I love you,” he’d say, and she’d say it back, again and again and again. 

She showed him, yet again, just exactly who he had asked to be his wife.

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Its been a LONG minute since a fic post, cause life. Thanks to @beccabarba for co writing it with me, it was a lot of fun.

Warnings: Costumes, Cocky Racehorse and outdoor smut

WC: 2,235

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You were surprised the firm was even doing a fundraising mixer, let alone that it had a theme, and costumes were expected. You had been an intern at the office coming on two years, almost finishing your law degree and you were really hoping you would be offered a position. You enjoyed everyone you worked with, but one of the biggest perks of the job was working alongside the charming and smart-mouthed Racehorse Diaz. Charming, and handsome. Although you had both felt the growing tension between you, it was the professional thing to do to push it aside.

You had learnt so much from him. Although sometimes he could have worded things a lot better, his quick wit in meetings in his office, the way he controlled a courtroom was like you had never seen before. Sometimes just thinking about him at night alone in your apartment caused your cheeks to blush, most often needing a cool shower to settle yourself down. When the email arrived with the date of the fundraiser and noticing it was themed, you instantly jumped online looking at costumes and ordering one straight away, knowing full well with your work hours, you had no time to go shopping.  

The night had finally arrived, you were glad you had gotten such a simple costume, only having an hour to be ready after being in court all day. You jumped in the shower, quickly shaved your legs, got out, dried yourself off, threw your hair up into a high pony tail, straightened the ends, did your make up, slipping on the blue and white pleated skirt, followed by a matching crop top, clipped the big bow in your hair, threw on some white sneakers, grabbed your pom poms and bag, running out the door to catch your taxi to the venue.  

You felt his eyes burn into you as soon as you walked through the double doors. You acted like you didn’t see him, turning your head the other way to hide your reddened cheeks, making your way to the bar to grab a glass of wine and mix with some of the other interns and associates. You tried your hardest to not look over at him and keep your cool, but after a couple of sips of wine, liquid courage kicked in.

You let your eyes wander over to him, raking over his salt and pepper hair, down to his beard, that you could only imagine what it would feel like running along your skin, and lower to his white button down which was undone enough to see the top of his under shirt showing off his chest hair and finally running down his tight fitting dark blue jeans, and his brown cowboy boots. Your gaze ran back up to his impressive bulge behind his zipper, your eyes stayed there for long minute and you unintentionally bit your bottom lip up until you saw his body change position and your eyes snapped up, locking with his. Your face went bright red when you saw his smirk and he gave you a wink.

As quick as you could, you sat your glass on the bar, excused yourself, and all but ran out a side door that led you out to a beautiful garden. You started to walk down the path to find a quiet place to cool yourself down and collect your thoughts. Part of you wanted to leave and never show your face again, but you had come so far and you didn’t want to lose all that hard work and it might still be nothing. You set your pom poms down and started to pace with your hands on your hips,

“Maybe he didn’t see” you muttered to yourself.

“I saw everything, sweetums, I’m Racehorse Diaz.”

You let out a squeal, spinning around, seeing him standing there, and put your hand to your chest to control your breathing after you had just had your soul scared out of you.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that” you snapped.

Racehorse let out a low laugh and took a step closer to you, now so close you could feel his body heat through his clothes, the warmth comforting you. One of his thumbs hooked into his jean waist, while the pointer finger of his other hand ran along the exposed skin just above your skirt sending a shiver down your spine and you felt your panties dampen,

“I wasn’t sneaking up, sweetums” he licked his lips. “You seemed a little flustered in there. I wanted to make sure you were ok…”

You saw his eyes flash down to your lips and back up to your eyes again,

“Wow, Racehorse Diaz actually a big softie?”  

“There is nothing soft about me sweetheart, epically after I saw you walk into the room like that.”

You felt the confidence start to build up again, bringing your right hand up to rest on his exposed chest, allowing your fingers to thread into his coarse chest hair, just before one of his arms hooked around your waist pulling you flush to his body and his other hand started to explore your smooth leg heading toward the hem of your skirt.  

His touch felt so good you felt your body relaxing into it. You’d been thinking about him for so long, and the reality of his fingers on your skin was even better than you’d imagined. But then you remembered why you’d resisted him for so long, and you tensed and took a step back. He released you, and tilted his head in a question. “What’s wrong?” he asked.  

“This is highly inappropriate…” you said, trying to control your breathing.  

His eyes registered genuine understanding of your moral dilemma. Racehorse was not as obnoxious as his reputation suggested. He nodded slightly, then his face broke into a grin. “We’re both single, consenting adults…”  

“I know,” you said, trying to stop him while you could still resist.  

“I promise I can be very discreet.” He paused. “And anyway, what exactly do you think we’re doing?” He raised his eyebrows in a little challenge. “What have you been imagining?”  

You felt your cheeks heating up again. He stepped towards you and didn’t move away, instead your eyes stayed fixed to his. Resisting was no good, you wanted him and damn the consequences. You took a deep breath. “I’ve been imagining your hands on me,” you breathed.  

He moved even closer. Now his mouth was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips. “Just my hands?”

You shook your head, feeling arousal surging inside you. “No…”  

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that deepened quickly, as one of his hands moved to press gently against the centre of your chest, pushing you backwards against a red brick wall at the edge of the garden. You felt the cool, rough texture behind you, but your senses were filled with him, as his body pressed to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. You could smell him, and taste him, and both were more arousing than you ever expected. You kissed him back hungrily, moaning your need into his mouth.  

When his leg pressed against yours, the denim of his jeans rough against your skin, you parted your thighs without resistance. He moved his leg between yours and you felt the press of his muscled upper thigh push against your core, your short skirt riding up and only your underwear forming a barrier between you and his denim clad leg. You moved your hips to feel the pressure where you needed it most. You tilted your head back against the wall, and he kissed from your mouth, down your throat, the heat of his lips and tickle of his beard sending delicious shivers through you. He tensed his leg and you gave into your need and started to ride his thigh, running one hand down the front of his body to settle over the prominent bulge beneath his jeans.  

He lifted his head when you squeezed him, and when you looked into his dark gaze, you could see the lust, the desire. You were both too far gone to care about boundaries now. He raised an eyebrow and reached down to loosen his zipper and button. You slipped your hand in and opened your eyes wider when your fingers closed around his hard girth. “I always said you have big dick energy,” you said, with a little grin. He smirked.  

“Glad I don’t disappoint. Now, give me your panties.”  

“I can’t…” you protested, remembering your short skirt. Racehorse just grinned and reached up under your skirt, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear and stepping back enough to pull them down your legs. He bent briefly to help you out of them.  

“Apparently you can,” he said, tucking your underwear into his jeans pocket. Then his hand made its way up your inner thigh, whilst the other slid into your top and started to caress your breast. His fingers found your wetness, and you breathed harder to feel him exploring  you, touching you where you needed it most. You rubbed his cock in return, pleased by how he was responding.  

He leaned into you and spoke close to you ear. “Next time, young lady, I will buy you dinner. I’ll take you to my bed. I’ll let you use this pretty mouth on my big dick.” You raised your eyebrows at the last part of that, even as it made you more turned on.  

“You’ll let me?”  

“I’ll return the favour. It’ll be worth it,” he replied. “But right now, I just want to screw you up against this wall. You want that too?”

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. It was only when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom that you realised you’d not even thought about safety. You grinned. “You came prepared, did you?”

“Always,” he said. “What would you prefer?” He was distracted for a moment by rolling on the condom. And then he gripped your leg behind your knee and pulled it up to his hip, lining himself up with your wet and ready core. His eyes were on yours as he slid into you, watching you respond to the way he stretched you, until he bottomed out and you were deliciously filled and stretched. He moved his hips back slowly and thrust back in, more quickly this time. As he started to fuck you properly, he grabbed one of your hands and positioned it between your thighs, where you started to rub your swollen clit. Your other hand rested on his shoulder for support.  

His movement pushed you repeatedly back against the wall, but you moved with him, feeling your climax building. He planted kisses on your neck and your mouth, his free hand squeezing your breasts and playing with your sensitive nipples. His face was flushed with the effort of fucking you, and his eyes were on fire with lust, his breathing hard. He started to grunt quietly with each movement, and it was seeing his raw desire – rather than his normal superficial charm – that sent you over the edge.  

“I’m going to come, Racehorse,” you whispered, desperately.  

“Yes, that’s it, come on my big dick,” he managed, though you could tell he was close too. You rubbed yourself a little harder and then your orgasm burst, making you bite your lip to keep quiet as the waves of pleasure crashed through your body. Moments later, he pushed all the way into you and his hands gripped tightly as he swore quietly under his breath and came, buried deep inside you.  

You were locked together, panting, for a long moment. Then a crash of a glass or bottle breaking, around the corner at the party, made you both come back to your senses. He moved back, reaching down to remove the condom and wrap it in a handkerchief from his pocket, whilst you tried to settle your skirt to regain some modesty. He watched you and grinned.  

“Want your panties back?”

“I really do,” you replied. “This skirt wasn’t designed for going commando. You either give me the panties or I’m going to have to leave.”

He chuckled and reached into his pocket, holding your underwear out to you. “You can have them back if you promise to have dinner with me. On Monday night.”

“I’m not sure I…” you began.  

“Come on, dinner can’t be worse than fucking me against a wall at a party,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, and it was too tempting to refuse.  

“OK, you have a deal.” You took the underwear and put it back on. When you straightened, you met his eyes again. He still looked aroused, and amused.  

“Of course, I expect you to be completely professional at work,” he said, lightly. “No matter what.”

“No matter what?” you wondered what kind of teasing he might have in mind. The way his eyes danced made you want it.  

He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, tipping your head backwards gently. His eyes glinted with fun as he leaned in to kiss you lightly on the lips.  

“I’ll see you Monday, sweetums,” he said softly. As he pulled back, he gave you a wink, before turning to head back to the party.  

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Omg that response was so much more than I expected!!! Okay okay okay, okay, how about this now: go off about your fav scenes of him 🫣 I dare you bex I dare you 🫣

AHHHHHHH! SO YOU WANT MORE, EH?!?! Cuz if you want more Henry thoughts I can provide! Like I'll yell about him all damn day! I am no bitch! I don't back down from a challenge!

Okay, okay I am gonna TRY to rein this in a little bit but you saw how off I went with the last post and uh cough cough, allll my other posts so we will see! Again we are talking about the book Blossom by the amazing @xmichaelmyers or Kate Winborne. If you have not read it yet this will contain some spoilers!

Legit I adore his intro. Looove how he is introduced and just the description of him, the details focusing on his hair esp, just yes, it paints such a clear picture that really sticks with me the rest of the book. This is a mid to late fortys man who through years of working with the bureau has just let his personal and self care fall by the wayside and is just aged, older. Like a fine wine. If it has been left in your car for a few weeks rolling around on the floor behind the driver's seat. 

The next really stand out scene is when he is in the town and examines the bodies of the already murdered victims. Just how he goes about it, so focused and through, the way Kate writes about it too, like a bird, a crow, picking over them, ugh, fantastic imagery. How unaffected and just normal he is, how those observing him say that this job makes sense for him and the almost easy way he tells them “I need fresh evidence. I need a fresh body, boys.” I can hear it. I love a man who is good at his job and apparently Henry is damn good at his. I keep thinking about him with his sleeves rolled up and clotted blood on his gloved hands, looking like a whore. But a PROFESSIONAL whore, you know?

The whole dinner scene where he meets Blossom for the first time. Yes, yes, yes! So fucking good, the tension, the back and forth and of course after she leaves him how he forgoes satisfying the need for food to go satiate another need instead. Him masturbating to Blossom and how like angry he is over it? Hot, way too hot. To see him that state of half dressed and furiously fisting his own cock, sweat on his brow and lips parted and panting, I want to knock his hand out of the way and take over. And even tho I know that his cum would taste terrible I wouldn't waste a drop.

The scene in the diner when he watches Blossom eat. ESPECIALLY when she sucks the gravy off her fingers and he notes how wet her lips look, like he caught her in the act of licking up glossy cum like HENRY! SIR! You cannot DO THIS TO ME?!?! Also again just the way it is described, watching Blossom eat, watching her satisfy herself? Amazing. So good, fits so well with the themes and this scene really encapsulates a lot of what I love about this book and their dynamic and Henry’s character as a whole. It’s just ugh, SUCH a good scene!

Any sex scene with him. All of the sex scenes with him. The roughness, the brutal way he can do it, the things he thinks of and imagines and the visceral nature of it like fucking GOD! I could go on way, way too long about these scenes like it is so clear. SO fucking clear what he doing and how he fucks and I am NOT okay over it! Like I need to cut this off before I go on for several paragraphs about what I think this man’s dick and stroke game is like. Besides I will cover that in the request I got for that smut one-shot soon enough. Bless Kate for the meal with what she wrote so far of him in Blossom tho cuz damnnn she gives me ideas. 

Okay but my fave scene with Henry and just in the book in general is the extended dream sequence. Him literally consuming Blossom and how it goes on and on and just FUCK! I cannot with it, I will scream into the void for eternity over it! The thoughts it gives me, how deeply it affected me, I felt scooped out in the best way after reading it and that scene really sealed just how down bad I am for this awful fucking man. I love it. I love him. I love Kate too for blessing us with this book.

Hope this satisfied you Anon!

#Blossom #Henry Williamson #BHF asks #BHF speaks #KATE I LOVE YOU SM #This was a lot #I will not apologize tho