#i am blessed i won tonight

[81folklore]

heaven - OP81 - part 4

pairings: oscar piastri x private!fem!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: oscars winter break as seen through social media

authors note: THEYRE BACK BABYYY!! ive missed these two so much so here 🤲 i spent a while trying to decide what i wanted to happen with these two (already have some plans) but i needed to post and my current wip is so frustrating 😕

authors note 2: its official theyre my favorites, i had sooooo much fun writing this, just two babies in love!!!! requests are always open and feel free to come chat!! (also i wrote this at 6am so sorry if there are any typos🫶)

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always dressing up 🖤

📸 oscarpiastri

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yourfriend3 actually insane

yourfriend7 you are so lovely

oscarpiastri how are you even real

yourusername babyyyy☹️

oscarpiastri 😍😍

yourusername 🤩🤩

user5 ur outfits are always unreal

landonorris is thought u were staying in tonight??

yourusername we are..i dressed up for fun😁

user7 THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

user18 SKWKZIWJJS

user93 my jaw DROPPED

yourfriend2 my favorite outfit of yours!!

user54 biggest question is if we’ll get winter break content😕

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my favorite time of year💫

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oscarpiastri weenie waits for no one

yourusername heyy he likes sleeping in the warm☹️☹️

oscarpiastri still steals my seat😕

user54 oh my god

user3 DID OSCAR TAKE THOSE?!

yourusername yesss🫠

yourfriend6 see you soon!!

user68 the outfits NEVER disappoint

user2 im so ok

user26 THE FOURTH PHOTO??

user63 THE LAST PHOTO??

user5 you are so so pretty

yourusername thank uuuu🫶

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life without racecars☀️

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user54 OH MY GOD

user77 i may never recover

yourusername weenie and back photos oh i won *liked by creator*

landonorris ?!?!!?!

user2 LMAOOOO

user4 i feel ill i cant cope

user32 i need someone to love me the way they love each other

yourusername ☀️☀️

user9 the third photo..the THIRD PHOTO

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oscar oscar oscar

i hold so much love for you i often feel like its about to spill out of me, unable to be contained, and when im with you i let it. i let it fill the room and cover you until you really feel how much i love you

every day i wake up thinking about how lucky i am that i get to love you, that i get to live with you. its a blessing and im the luckiest girl in the world

ill never be able to fully explain just what you mean to me, just how much youve impacted and improved my life. everyday i find myself thinking of you and finding bits of you in places i least expect and then i get filled with this happiness that i only experience with you

you are the light of my life oscar piastri and i will love you in every universe, i promise

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oscarpiastri i love you more than words can describe, you have made me the happiest man alive

oscarpiastri i am in awe of you every single day and i cannot believe i get to spend them with you

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the love i feel for you is infinite and is strong enough to keep me alive forever

you keep my heart filled with a love that ive never felt before and i will only ever feel for you

you’re my forever person, my bestfriend and i will love you until i cant love any more

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yourusername oh oscar i love you so much

yourusername forever sounds perfect to me

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*

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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.

Warnings: Smut

Paring: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.

The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.

“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you

“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined

“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you

Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.

“I love you.” - Joe mumbled

His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.

“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you

I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.

“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe

“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you

“Not the same.” - Joe whined

“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you

Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.

“Bye…” - Joe mumbled

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.

“Love you, sheisty.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe grinned

——

Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.

I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.

There was pretty much nothing to do.

All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.

I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.

That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.

Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.

Maybe I should text him?

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.

hiiii

Ew, no. Sounds desperate.

What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.

I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.

HIIII! 😁

He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.

Wyd?

Nothinggg, hbu??

Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.

Missing you.

My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.

I miss you too. ☹️

Are you at your hotel yet?

It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.

Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.

Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶

Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰

I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.

Love you more, baby. 😘

The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.

Not fuckin’ possible.

——

We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.

The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.

Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.

After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.

I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.

My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.

Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.

“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled

It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.

One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.

God, he looked so hot that day.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.

That's when I got the idea.

——

Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.

Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.

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Next Day

Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.

I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.

Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.

Did you watch the game?

Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.

Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.

I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”

What did you say back? 😂

I proudly said yes. 😁

A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.

Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.

What if I want to?

You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.

He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.

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It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.

Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.

Attachment: 10 images

When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.

He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.

Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.

The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.

Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.

No. 😘

Wdym, no?

How do I word this?

You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?

I don't get pissed…

Joe, honey.

Please, baby.

No.

Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.

He so wished he was with you, inside you.

——

When Joe got home, it was really late.

You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.

Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.

A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.

After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.

You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.

Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.

Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.

You sent him a video?

Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.

All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.

He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.

The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.

He needed you badly.

Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.

“Joey?” - you mumbled

“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe

“I missed you…” - you

His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.

In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.

“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe

You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.

Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?

It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.

Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.

Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.

“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle

“Fuck- so much.” - Joe

“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You

Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.

Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.

You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.

Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.

Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.

“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe

You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.

With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.

Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe

“No, don't be.” - you

You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.

He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.

“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe

“Why?” - you

Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.

“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe

“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you

He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.

“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you

“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe

“No, baby.” - you

You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.

“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned

“That's it.” - Joe

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Next Morning

You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.

Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.

In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.

When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.

Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.

Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.

You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.

He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe

The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.

“Fuck me, Joey.” - you

You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.

“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe

“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you

“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe

You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.

Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.

“Hi.” - you smiled

“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe

“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you

He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.

“Where were you?” - you

“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe

You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.

Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.

“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe

You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.

When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.

Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.

He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.

“Go on a date with me?” - Joe

You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.

“Of course.” - you

Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe

“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed

The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.

You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.

You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.

It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.

The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…

*BURP*

Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.

“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed

“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him

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[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and to Heal (Part 14)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Martin should be focused on today's match. In less than two hours, he'll be out on the pitch to captain his side. He needs clarity. He needs precision. He needs to stop thinking about you. 

But everywhere he looks, he's reminded of you. He can't bring himself to delete the dozens of photos on his phone or the messages you've sent him. The note you stuck in his duffle one day still hangs in his cubby, shoved between the shelf and the back wall. Martin aches worse now than being plowed over by a defender. How is he expected to lead when he is a husk of who he's meant to be? 

Martin runs a hand through his hair. At no point did he expect to become this attached, to have his mood so dependent on another person. He doesn’t like it, not at all. 

"Mate, you giving this talk or am I?" Kieran's Scottish accent grates on Martin's ears for no good reason. Kieran has been doing that quite a bit lately; he talks quietly about the woman he’s started seeing, and is careful to avoid doing so in Martin’s presence, but it still stings. At least someone on his squad is happy. 

Though grateful for the offer, Martin shakes his head. Team talks ahead of games are his responsibility, and he'll be damned if he misses it because you dumped him. Heartbreak aside, he needs to be the captain his team needs him to be.

So, Martin clamors to his feet. He forces his shaking legs to work, to remain steady, whilst his mind works through the fog surrounding it. Each step he takes towards the center of the sparsely decorated away dressing room feels like he is wading through waist-high molasses. But Martin has always been a fighter, and today is no different. 

“Facing anyone away from home is tough," Martin starts a minute later. He sounds more confident than he feels, which he is grateful for. "Nothing we haven't won before, though. Their fans are harsh but we are strong. We've faced worse and come away with three points. I'm not saying this will be a cakewalk." Martin observes the faces of his teammates, noting which seem hesitant and which are hungry. There's fewer of the former thankfully, which bodes well for their chances. 

"This will be both a physical and mental game. We haven't been challenged like this in over a month. Our last fixtures have been easy wins. No frills, nothing fancy- go back to your roots, the basics. Let's show our gunners what they traveled all this way for!"

Though far more brief than his usual, Martin's words have the desired effect regardless. The lads all clap and cheer, raring to go. Slipping into his matchday headspace is easier now that his teammates are here to lift him up. 

Not that it matters- ten minutes into the match Martin knows they’re done for. Sevilla batters Martin's side, raking them across the coals. A 3-0 loss away in the Champion's League isn't exactly a morale booster. The changing room is quiet after the final whistle blows. Arteta doesn't bother to give any sort of speech. The gaffer lets the silence speak for his disappointment, which somehow hurts more than if he had screamed at them for hours. Martin himself is too caught up in his head; his loose passing led to the goal that sealed their fate tonight, and that's not something he'll forgive himself for any time soon. 

On the ride from the stadium to the airport, Martin turns his phone over in his hand. In a perfect world, you would be at his house comforting Atla right now. The two of you would be cuddled up on his sofa, Atla probably insisting on being wrapped up in the duvet off Martin’s bed- that’s always her favorite on match day. 

The worst thing about an away loss is knowing that Atla’s nanny, bless her heart, won’t be able to keep Atla from crying. She hates seeing Arsenal lose, especially when it’s in the Champion’s League. Her poor nanny is probably frantically attempting to soothe her, though Martin is certain Atla won't calm down until he is home early tomorrow. 

If Martin is sure of anything, it’s that he needs to get his mind off of his lackluster performance. Because if he fixates on it, he’ll be lost in his head for who knows how long. Martin, as the face of his team, needs to be focused on the bigger picture. Arsenal still tops their group, regardless of tonight’s result; though even that knowledge cannot lift his heart enough. 

Messaging you might possibly be the worst idea he's ever had. He convinces himself to tuck his phone away until he's on the plane. There, crammed between the window and a snoozing Aaron, he can no longer resist temptation. Martin connects to the onboard wifi and pulls up your contact. 

He shouldn't. 

It's a bad idea, right? 

Fuck it. 

I miss you. If I asked if you're free tomorrow night what would you say?

Delivered at 21:53. Martin stares at the screen until his eyes grow heavy. The 'no new messages' in the app hangs over his head. When Martin falls asleep against his will, he dreams of titans tumbling from their mountainous perches, crushed under the weight of unmet expectations. 

*********

Leaving Martin's message unread is an exercise in restraint. Your fingers itch to click on it for multiple reasons, not the least of which is genuine curiosity. You know it starts with 'I miss you' and includes some sort of question, though you have no idea what he'd be asking. Maybe he wants the kit he gave you back, but he's too afraid to ask outright. 

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. It's Monday, which means your students are your focus, not your personal life. Throwing yourself into work has never been a problem; you find small tasks to keep you busy when your students are working quietly in groups. Things like testing whiteboard markers, sharpening pencils, organizing bookshelves. Anything that keeps you busy and on your feet is acceptable at this point. Motion means distraction, and distraction means you don't think about your phone sitting in your bag. 

Your prep period comes and goes without incident, as you plan your entire week of lessons in the hour-long session. Your best friend is absent today, meaning she thankfully doesn't barge in to bother you about your day with Martin. Thank the stars, because you aren't sure you could have that conversation without a breakdown. At least you only have a few more hours until the final bell rings, and then you only need to get through after school care before you can flop on your sofa with a container of ice cream. 

Your stomach ties itself in knots as you set up the gymnasium like you normally do. Coloring pages are laid out on the plastic picnic table, footballs are scattered around a child-sized goal, and snacks are set out for kids to grab as they come in. You keep yourself as busy as possible whilst they arrive. You recognize Atla’s laugh rising above her friend’s voices and force yourself to remain seated. After successfully avoiding speaking to Atla for nearly an hour, a glance at the clock confirms your fear: her guardian is late for pick up.

"Hey, Atla," you murmur, crouching down to her level and keeping your voice light. You're fully aware of how she bristles when you speak, her little shoulders going rigid. "Is your papa picking you up today?"

"I don't know." Atla turns her head slightly away, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. It isn’t her responsibility to know who is meant to pick her up, but if you can avoid calling Martin to clarify…

You sigh through your nose while offering the child a smile, "do you remember him saying anything about pick up today? If someone different was coming by, maybe your uncle Kieran?"

Atla shrugs, continuing to color her cotton candy bunny. She sighs, purposely not offering you a pencil like she normally does. You know why, of course. You can’t exactly blame her for being frosty. 

Rationalizing with children is no simple feat. It isn't your place to sit down and explain to Atla what dating is, and why it isn't a sin for Martin to be dating her teacher. She's a toddler, and in her mind her mum will be coming back. Her mum would be devastated to find Martin with someone else, and that's all that matters to Atla. 

Instead of talking, you communicate in Atla's language. You pick up a purple pencil on your own and leaf through the printouts until you find one of a frog, then set about coloring it in. Atla pauses, clearly curious about your design, and watches you with bright blue eyes. You let her, wanting to repair the relationship you have with her above all else. It doesn't matter that your heart aches when you look at her and see Martin's features in her delicate face; she is a student and you love her the same as the rest.

You draw bright polka dots across the frog, determined to communicate in an easy, stress free way. Atla is an artist and as such, regardless of her age, her mind is soothed by creativity. You allow yourself to relax as Atla shows no signs of rejecting your companionship. You are all too aware of her eyes on you, following each streak of color you lay onto the page. It is an effort to remain quiet, letting the soft music playing from your desk across the room fill the silence. 

Finally, Atla squeaks out a question- "why were you kissing my papa?"

You mull the question over for a minute. You could lie, try and convince her that she had made it up. That would not be fair to anyone, especially Atla. No, the truth is best, especially because she will find out sooner or later. "Because I care about your papa very much. He means a lot to me, and that’s how I wanted to show him."

"You do?" Atla pauses to look up at you. “But I care about my friends a lot. I don’t kiss them! Papa said that’s only for people you love.” You afford her your undivided attention, setting your pencil down and sliding the page aside. Conscious of your body language, you refrain from crossing your arms to avoid closing yourself off. You have to be careful with what you say; the last thing you want is to admit your feelings to Martin’s tiny daughter. 

"Yes, I do. I care about your papa. You know how sometimes in films, when the princess is really sad, the prince comes along and cheers her right up? That's what your papa is for me." 

Atla's brow furrows like she's trying to picture it. She then sorts through the stack of coloring pages and pulls out one of Ariel and Eric, tapping the half-scribbled sheet, "like princess Ariel and her prince?"

You nod, thankful for her understanding. "Exactly. And I care about your papa so much that I'd let a sea witch take my voice," you lean over and pretend to grab at Atla, imitating stealing her voice from her throat like in the film. You continue when a delighted giggle fills the room, "and use it for her own plans. I'd be quiet my whole life if it meant I could be around your papa."

"I like when you talk. I don't want a sea witch to steal your voice." 

"Well then I'll just have to protect it won't I? Can't have you getting upset!" You playfully tap Atla's nose, earning you another giggle. Her wide smile has her dimples on full display, a sight which you admit you’ve missed almost as much as her pa’s.

Martin clears his throat from across the gym. That funny feeling in your stomach reappears with a vengeance. 

“Pa? Pa!” Atla's head turns and she immediately clamors over to him, her knee knocking the table in her haste to get up. Pencils roll to the ground and you bend to pick them up, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on your task and not on Martin. So studious are you that you refuse to look up even when a pair of black trainers edge into your view, followed closely by a pair of tiny white ones. 

“Hello,” Martin murmurs. Your entire body tenses at the sound of his voice. You haven't realized how viscerally you've missed it until you hear it. 

“Hello Mr. Ødegaard.” 

Martin doesn't speak just then. He doesn't need to; the title you've used says more than a thousand words ever could. 

Square one. 

“I apologize for being late. Training ran long,” Martin says with perfect formality. Gone is the hint of flirting you had come to expect. There are no traces of fondness. Instead his words are punctuated by an undercurrent of mourning. 

“It’s not a problem. Don't fret about it. Atla’s bag is on the coat hook- these are hers from today.” When you stand to hand over the drawings, you train your eyes on the crest on Martin's chest. You refuse to glance any higher. If you do, you know you won't be able to control yourself. One glance at his eyes and you'll crumble, and you cannot allow yourself to be so selfish. 

“Atla, grab your things please.” 

“Yes, pa.” Atla's little footsteps ring through the gymnasium, piercing in the silence. You and Martin both remain frozen, as your feet are glued to the polished wood beneath your feet. Your heart is an ocean in your ears. It pounds on your ribcage, begging and pleading to be set loose. Your fingers twitch at your side, joints aching to reach for him. You crave the familiarity of his lips, the burn that washed over you with each tiny kiss you shared. 

“You got my message the other day, right?”

“Oh- yes I saw something from you. I didn't read it though. Just got so busy, I must have forgotten.” Your stomach flips when Martin's posture slumps ever so slightly. You nearly reach out to comfort him but stop yourself at the last moment. 

“Right, of course.” Martin shifts on his feet, glancing at Atla quietly stacking cones. “I was trying to ask if you had some free time this week. Thought maybe we could do something.” 

You think back on the conversation you just had with Atla. Though she is incredibly mature for her age, you still don't feel right about having anything other than a professional relationship with Martin. “Mar I'm sorry, I can't-”

“Of course, I understand. Just thought I'd try one more time.” Martin smiles softly. The gesture does not reach his eyes. Martin looks so unlike himself, so timid and small, that you scarcely recognize him. “Atla, are you ready søta? It's time we get home, uncle Kieran is coming by to steal your chicken nuggets. We have to get there first or there won't be any left for you!”

“I told uncle Key those were mine!” Atla screeches, stomping over to Martin and grabbing his hand. “Come on pa! We have to go!” 

Neither father nor daughter glance at you as they make their way out. You remain rooted to the spot long after Atla's laughter fades. Cleaning up and locking the door upon your exit are the result of simply going through the motions. Muscle memory takes you home, barely remembering snips of the drive. 

The emptiness in your heart remains long after you have sunk yourself in a warm bath, wine glass in hand. Not red, never a red anymore, because you cannot stand the color. Even a deep merlot reminds you of him, of sharing that bottle in front of his fireplace the first night he’d invited you inside to chat. Neither of you had wanted to leave, though you reminded him that you had to be up early in the morning. 

The pinkish washcloth you run over your arms was once a vibrant cherry red. Even that stings more than you care to admit. More wine, another glass, anything to stave off the tears threatening to fall. Why did you have to say yes to that first date? Why did you cross that line, blurring the boundary between professional and personal?

It takes one more glass of wine before you find yourself reaching for your phone, splattering soapy suds across the tile.

Could we talk? 

#martin Ødegaard #martin odegaard #martin odegaard fanfiction #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard fanfic #martin odegaard oneshot #arsenal fc #jac writes #thath #alt timeline lover

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

can you write Where Reader is married to MJF. And Reader and MJF have a kid/kids . And Reader and MJF kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad MJF wrestle at an AEW show in person. And then MJF and Reader kid/ kids when Aew dynamite goes off the air MJF and his kid/kids join their dad in the ring?

Surprises

Word count: 705

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Tonight was a special night, not only would it be the 200th episode of dynamite but it would also be the first time my daughter Scarlet would see both of her parents perform. Although she was only 7 months and would not remember the event it was a very special night for both Max and I. When I found out that I was pregnant I was terrified. When I told Max I was pregnant I was shocked for him to be so happy about it. We were both young, 26 years old with big plans for the future, plans that will be on hold with the new baby. Although I was a bit frustrated with the sudden surprise it was a blessing in disguise. Max had been unhappy for weeks, Wardlow had finally turned on him and beat him at double or nothing which had been the final straw. The week after I told Max that I was pregnant he went on air and begged Tony to fire him. 

I remember watching the whole incident go down backstage from a monitor and being terrified and angry. Why would he do something so stupid? It turned out that one of the reasons he did it was so he could be with me during my pregnancy. 

Our daughter Scarlet was born on December 5th, and of course since Max had made his return in September and won the world championship in November he just had to bring the triple b to the hospital when I gave birth. Since our daughter was born it was difficult at times, Max having to travel town to town for work was frustrating. Frustrating because it was hard to take care of a baby myself and frustrating because I wish I could have been there with him. 

It has been 7 months since Scarlet was born and I have finally returned to in ring action. I made my surprise return at Forbidden Door a few weeks ago and defeated Willow Nightingale for the NJPW Strong Women's Championship. Now here we are on the 200th episode of dynamite celebrating the wonderful milestone. 

The show had gone great, I successfully retained my title against Nyla Rose, MJF won against Sammy Guevara and Hikaru Shida became AEW Womens Champion once again. After Dynamite went off the air we filmed Rampage Which also went great. Before the night was over several wrestlers came out to talk about AEW and thank the fans for supporting us for 200 episodes. Myself and Max included.

“Thank you everyone so much! As you know I recently made my return at Forbidden Door-” I tried to get my words out but was overcome with emotion as the fans kept cheering so loud. 

“But the truth is, I have been keeping a big secret from all of you for the past year. I know I said that I was out of action due to a shoulder injury, which was true but there was something else that was keeping me out of action.” I looked over at Max with a big smile on my face as he began to speak. 

“I don’t know if you dumb people in​​ Tampa knew this but the two of us are married in real life. 

You see I like to keep my personal life private and how we were able to keep this one a secret for such a long time is crazy.” Max said as he exited the ring, approaching ringside. 

“7 months ago my life changed. 7 months ago I became a father” Max said as the fans started to go wild. I followed him down to the side of the ring and picked up my daughter from the nanny who was sitting ringside with her. 

“This is our daughter Scarlet, I thought tonight would be the perfect night to introduce her to the world. I know back at All Out you schmucks thought I came back for you fans but the truth was I came back for her” Max said pointing to the tiny baby. 

“Now I know some of you will see me differently from now on but the truth is I am still better than all of you and you know it” 

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #mjf fanfiction #mjf imagine #mjf #mjf x reader #mjf smut #mjf aew #maxwell jacob friedman masterlist #maxwell jacob friedman fanfic #maxwell jacob friedman #pro wrestling #fanfic

[lonelycowgirls]

Harry and Stellaween

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stellaflorals LEAK OF STELLA'S HARRYWEEN COSTUME via dolly_malonex

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itslucyy she's jessica rabbit!!!!

starrylove his very own bunny 🐰❤️

novalove13 Stella's first Harryween?!

frankie_oliver11 boring 🙄🙄🙄

harrysgirl she's so beautiful tho guys 😭😭

↳starrylove brb throwing myself off a bridge

harryflorals 🌼

sideboobrry she kinda ate

yasfullman harry going feral somewhere rn

larry4life wouldn't a real couple match? 🤔

stellerrrr god bless @dolly_malonex

↳lauraloo21 she stays feeding us 😩

31 October 2022

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harryflorals THE BACK OF HARRY'S SHIRT SAYS 'HARRYWEEN'! via fernsrrylou

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harrytheone this picture will be studied one day

florence_oliver_ HARRY LAMBERT I TAKE EVERYTHING BAD IVE SAID AB YOU

starrylove stella gets this man every night

↳just.nia SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERY NIGHT SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERY NIGHT SHES GET-

tbslamber just saw stella walking to the tech box!1!!

tbslamber she looks amazing

↳larrysinlove FAKE

↳corinne_styles how can it be fake its been like 10 years 🤣🤣

andreaashley wonder if the gf likes the black hair

31 October 2022

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harryflorals "You've come as... Jessica Rabbit? Yes? Yes! I got it! That's proving to be a very popular costume this evening." HARRY POINTING OUT A FANS COSTUME AT HARRYWEEN via babyhoneymonique

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starrylove stella punching the air somewhere 🤣

↳larrylove that's what you get for having no creativity or originality

heatherbrown he was so cheeky with Stella tonight! When he said this he kept glancing towards the tech box and winking

↳charliebennett our king of subtlety

↳harrystella18 he just loves to wind her up and I love it

giovanna_rodriguez stella was so drunk tonight we could hear her singing from the tech box behind us!

harrytheone whoever wore the same thing as his gf won tbh

trinawong but who wore it better @harrystyles?!!

31 October 2022

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harry_update More of Harry on stage for Harryween last night! via pia321234

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rina_gee Stella liked!!

court_xo Stella liking this is so me coded

stellerrrr if only Stella's account wasn't private 🫠

rowanelizabeth Stella screenshotted this for sure

tbslamber he is beyond hot

itslucyy I mean how am I supposed to go on with my day after seeing this

dee_rizxx stella liked omg omg she's creeping on fan accounts????

1 November 2022

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stellamallone Throwback to Halloween 2018 because I'm missing my spooky soulmate @dolly_mallonex

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dolly_mallonex miss you my girlie! Harryween is calling my name! 🦇

annetwist gorgeous girls ❤️

harrystyles was this grim's party?

↳stellamalone nah, corden's

↳harrystyles ohhhh yeah

hannahparker this lewk stell 😍

↳stellamalone miss you Hannah! 🫶 we must catch up soon

↳hannahparker absolutely

1 November 2022

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scottysakamoto "Harry, you actually have Halloween weekend off for once, we're going to a haunted house. Whether you like it or not."

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niallhoran ten quid that chair will end up in your house mate

dolly_mallonex Don't lie to yourself, H! We all had so much fun, good to have you back on the dark side ❤️

benselleymusic on the beers Stell, good girl! 💪

↳harrystyles you don't have to carry her home

↳stellamalone two pint Stell is OUT OUT 😘

roxannedrake come through leather trousers 👏🏿 miss your arse @stellamallone

↳stellamalone I'm coming Manny soon babes, we need a reunion asap 🫶

28 October 2023

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stellamallone no Harryween but we're still gonna party 🎃

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hannahparker yesss

Angel_212 killerrrrr, missing my night shift gyal

↳stellamalone back in less that 48 hours 🙃

dolly_mallonex the dark bride 🕷️😍

annetwist Have fun tonight you lot. Be safe ❤️

harrystyles Out with the sole breadwinner. Drinks on you x

31 October 2023

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Happy Halloween. Only short but hope you love.

For more from this universe, click here.

Nel xo

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[inafieldofdaisies]

(WIP) Music Monday

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

In the loneliest night, I will stand by your side I am not scared of the dark Every nightmare leaves a scar Come what may, I will hold you through the dark Let me, feel the hurt that you carry I can share in the pain, try to make it okay I know the wounds I can see aren't the deepest I swear not to run if you show me your demons I am not scared of the dark Every nightmare leaves a scar Come what may, I will hold you through the dark This is where the brave become breaver This is how the battles are won This is where the weak become warriors This is where the heros are born

Used to spend my nights out in a barroom Liquor was the only love I'd known But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom And brought me back from being too far gone You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of a bottle always dry But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

Heartbreaker Ain't afraid of her maker, no Count your blessings When the devil ain't got nowhere to go Now she promised me her best In a bloody satin dress And i could see forever in her golden eyes My baby told me lies, I swear i'm gonna die But i ain't the one biting the dust tonight Bad bandit Got some bad habits And you count your blessings When the devil ain't got nowhere to go

Tagging, @direwombat @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @unholymilf @carlosoliveiraa @onehornedbeast @fourlittleseedlings @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @macs-babies @marivenah @finding-comfort-in-rain @voidika @jackiesarch @theelderhazelnut @cassietrn @aceghosts @clicheantagonist @g0dspeeed @dumbassdep @strafethesesinners @simplegenius042 @corvosattano @thesingularityseries @socially-awkward-skeleton @cloudofbutterflies92 and anyone that would like to share some tunes this week <3

#oc: sabrina donovan #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: calahan hartley #wip: in hope of tomorrow #ship: the diviner and the baptist #ship: the deceiver and the wolf #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #john x sabrina #jacob x mercedes #john seed x sabrina donovan #jacob seed x mercedes sibley #original characters #calahan x mary may #fc5 deputy #fc5 ocs #music monday #music tag #wip music #wip songs #ship songs #song tag #favorite songs #currently listening to #song lyrics #song inspo #songs tag #Spotify

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Distances Between (Part 2)

18+ blood drinking, heavy petting, grinding, conflicting feelings, flirting, pining, (light) alcohol drinking

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav

listening to: Rain - Sleep Token, It Will Come Back - Hozier

-

Tav was pretty sure she'd fucked up.

Deft fingers twisted her still damp hair into a tight braid. Sitting in her tent, Tav's mind raced through their.. interaction at the water, glad to have a tactile task to keep her steady. She had taken things too far. It was too much, she was certain of it.

A mistake to have let her lust clouded mind take control. Assumed. Overstepped. Screwing up her face she decided she must apologize.

That night she walked on hushed feet, went to him. There was a faint glow from inside his tent, the vague shape of his silhouette against the canvas. She knew his keen ears had heard her approach.

Her hand hovered over the opening, but decided against it. She had already intruded enough tonight.

There was a tension thrumming through the air as they both stood on silence, the fabric of the tent a division. She took in a small breath.

"Astarion," the stillness from inside of the tent a bow pulled taut.

"I'm sorry. I overstepped and it wont happen again. I know how it feels to be-" She paused, no this wasnt about her. Gathered her words again. "If you want to leave I wont hold it against you.."

Quieter then, "But I hope you stay." She turned and walked back to her tent.

She had hid the joy in her eyes when she saw him at the mouth of his tent, meditating. The light of the morning gave way and he had stayed. She quietly passed, meeting the others at the hubbub of breakfast.

Karlach's hand clapping down on her shoulder in greeting, her bright smile infectious. "Morning, Soldier!" As they chatted she could feel eyes on the back of her neck but didnt turn. Give him time, give him space.

Though the morning had been promising the day had proved grueling, each battle scraping them against the stones. Each skirmish a barely won whirlwind. When night blissfully came groans and slumped bodies littered the camp. Still there were small victorious smiles shared and the wine that Astarion had swiped made the group loose-limbed and happy.

As the banter and spirit floated Tav spotted that ever distant shock of silver hair. She stood and went to him, her step sure. 

He glanced up at her, she was pretty sure pretending to be engrossed in his book. "Yes, darling?"

"Care for a drink?" She raised her eyebrows, a cheeky smile edging the corner of her lips. Though she had only had a few sips she felt the spirits in her stomach give her a silly bravado.

He glanced up at her, eyed her empty hands. A slow smile spread over his face, catching on.

"Well, now.. you shouldn't have. What a gracious offer! You spoil me darling." He let the darling trail on a little long, bemused.

"I'll find you when the riff raff has finally gone down for the count." He gestured lazily with the tips of his fingers to the others gathered around the fire.

"I'll be waiting on bated breath my honeyed Drow.." he was laying it on thick now and she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile.

She sat leaned back on her pack, eyes closed. Peaceful. Humming a tune softly, something she had heard in a passing tavern. Breathing in the quiet of the night air.

"Ah my favorite bard, wont you bless us with a song?" He said low in her ear.

She opened one eye in mock suspicion, squinting at him, "Yet I am no bard, gentle nobleman. I cannot offer you a shanty nor a hymn.."

She saw the glitter in his eyes, enjoying her banter.

"Nay, alas all I can offer.." she sat up slightly and pulled her tunic from her neck, long hair falling behind her.

"Oh you temptress, you siren!" His words were light and playful but his eyes.. She felt a thrill in her stomach. 

He leaned in and cupped the side of her neck, his cool fingers gentle. Kneeling next to her his mouth only hovered above her pulse, his breath tickling her. He was so close. She was no stranger to this ritual by now but this felt.. different. The air crackled with electricity.

She could feel her heart beating hard.

He breathed it in, taking in her scent.

Finally he opened his jaws and oh so slowly sank into her.

She fought the moan that was forming in her throat but couldn't restrain the hand that trailed into his hair. Languidly scratching his scalp. He shivered under her touch and she was about to pull away, embarrassed that she had made him uncomfortable again. 

But his long legs moved quickly, one thigh pushing between hers. They were so close now, straddled into eachother. The intimacy made her feel dizzy, delirious.

She pushed her face up into him as he pulled from her greedily, drinking her down. She held her hand to his clavicle, feeling the deep pulse of his swallowing.

Lust took to the front of her mind, losing herself. Pushing her small ragged breaths into his ear.

He hitched, a groan muffled into her flesh.

His hand wandered feather light, curious, down the curve of her hip. The other bracing her strong against him between her shoulder blades.

She twisted his hair in a small tug in response and felt the hand bracing her dig nails in, a growl deep in his chest.

In one fluid motion he hooked under her thigh and pulled her up to him, chest to chest, positioning her straddling over his hips. She let out a small gasp and resisted grinding down into him. Like he couldn't get her close enough. 

She ran her hand down his lower back, intoxicated, revelling in the taut muscles there. She needed more. No she couldn't get carried away. 

He finally came up for air, a gasping whimper against her neck, and began eagerly licking her up in slow wide strokes. His tongue newly hot from her blood coursing through him.

She could see it in the tips of his ears and resisted putting her mouth there. She had to slow down.

He finally fully pulled away, releasing her. The sight of him, blood smeared on his perfect mouth, eyes dark and rolling, sated. Gods it made her ache.

"Did you have your fill?" She asked leaning back on her hands, looking up at him, awestruck. Failing at hiding the gasping in her voice. 

His gaze suddenly focused and flicked down to her, staring. His chest heaving, eyes dilated. 

She expected a smirked remark, maybe some practiced sweet nothings. Instead he leaned down to her again.

His lips hovered inches away from hers, blood-fucked eyes boring into her. 

Her breath froze in her chest. A thrill of danger tickled her spine. She dared not move, though her nerves screamed to lean into him. To slide her lips against his.

They stayed in that heady limbo for what could have only been seconds but felt like an eternity. Breathing eachother.

He slowly pulled away, an emotion she couldn't place passing over his face. 

Then he was gone, wordlessly rising. Disappearing into the overlap of the tents.

Still gasping for breath all she could do was watch.

-

Shaking hands opened his tent. Get a grip. He pulled his blood drenched tunic off. Breathe. Breathe you fool.

He had never lost control like that.

The unbridled desire he felt frightened him. Not just for her heavenly blood but her. He could still feel the little hot breaths she left in his ear. Felt a groan deep in his chest just from the memory.

Her question, "Did you get your fill?" Gods below. It had him about to do something very stupid, cross a line that he did not expect.

No, no this wont do at all. He would have to keep his distance from now on. Ran a still warm hand through his bloodflecked hair.

~

Part 3

#im having so much fun with these. get dranked girl #astarion smut #astarion x plus sized tav #astarion

[harleybeaumont]

Never Have I Ever

Chapter 18 - Let Me Take You Dancing - Part 2

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC 

Chapter Synopsis- Things heat up at the club.

Chapter Warnings- language, drinking, mentions of drug use, sensuality, lemons

Rating - Explicit

Word Count- 2,920

A/N- let me know if you would like to be added/removed from the taglist

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Chapter 17 - Let Me Take You Dancing - Part 2

Bertrand tried to calm the frisson of butterflies that were bombarding his stomach as he and Riley stepped out of the car together. His brow furrowed as he eyed the endless line of people waiting in the cool night air to enter the club. It would surely take hours to get inside. Riley looked undeterred, taking his hand with a smile as she confidently made her way straight to the burly bouncer at the front of the line. She stood on her toes and whispered in the man's ear, and his jaw dropped. He squinted his eyes, peering at Bertrand, who attempted to remain calm under the penetrating gaze of this goliath of a man. The bouncer chuckled a deep laugh and then stepped aside, allowing them entrance into the dark hallway where Bertrand’s senses were instantly bombarded. The deep bass was thrumming in his chest, strobe and flashing neon lights flickered on the dance floor, and the sheer volume of people in the room topped that of any Beaumont Bash he had ever hosted. The air in the club was thick and laced with sweat and pheromones while scantily clothed people danced together suggestively.

It was 100% Maxwell's scene. No wonder he goes out all the time.

Bertrand’s logical mind was insisting that he should be terrified, but the adrenaline had won out, and he simply watched in awe of this completely new experience. Riley grinned at him and squeezed his hand tightly, leading him across the room to a crowded bar. 

Bertrand leaned toward Riley to be heard over the music, “What did you say to the bouncer?”

“I told him that I was here with Maxwell Beaumont’s brother.” She chuckled, “I just knew he would know Max!!”

“What?! I thought I was supposed to be undercover! What if someone else realizes who I am?!”

“They won't! And even if the bouncer tells someone, do you think they’d believe that the Duke of Ramsford would be slumming it in a club?”

She had a point. Maxwell was known around the club scene, but the owners tended to protect his privacy so that he would be more likely to return.

Riley leaned in and spoke over the music, “What do you want to drink?”

“Do you suppose they have a decent bottle of cabernet sauvignon?”

Riley snickered and shook her head, leaning across the bar to a young woman and shouting their order. “Five shots of tequila, please!”

Bertrand reeled back, “Five shots of tequila?”

The bartender sat the shots on the bar and Riley slid three towards Bertrand with a grin. “We’re gonna have fun tonight Bert, but first you gotta loosen up!”

“But.. Wasn’t that the point of the..” He leaned in and whispered, “drugs?”

“Half a gummy was clearly not enough for you because I can still see the fear in your eyes. Bless your anxiety ridden heart.. Now drink up!”

“Must I?” He watched as Riley knocked back her shots simultaneously, and he brought his up to his nose, shuddering when he inhaled. A decent bottle of tequila was tolerable, but this was about twenty steps below decent. “How can you drink this swill with a straight face?”

“I grew up poor,” she chuckled. “Cheap liquor is my jam!” She took his first shot and placed it against his lips with a smirk. “Now open up.” Immediately his lips parted and the tequila slid down his throat, burning all the way while warming his body inside out. He sputtered a bit, but Riley already had the second in hand, ready to go. “You can't stop yet. Don’t think about it, just surrender to the burn!”

He wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she was, but the third dose of the offending liquid had once again hit his stomach like a lead brick, and he fought the urge to gag. He couldn’t stop the grimace on his face and Riley chuckled. “Ok, we’re done for now. Let’s get out on the dance floor and put those moves to the test.”

Bertrand swallowed hard, watching the dozens of thrashing, groping bodies move together confidently under the neon lights. He couldn’t go out there, they would surely laugh at him! His heart was pounding and he stepped back.

“I.. I’m sorry, Riley. I don’t think I can.”

“But you did so well at home! And don’t worry, I promise no one will be watching you..” She grinned suggestively, “other than to check you out for looking so smoking hot.”

As nervous as he was about dancing, his heart did a little leap when she called their estate ‘home’. Wait, did she say smoking hot? 

Just then, a group of women walked past, pausing to look Bertrand up and down suggestively while giggling amongst themselves. One winked at him and took hold of his arm, writing her phone number on the inside of his wrist.

Riley licked her thumb and smeared the writing on his skin until it became illegible. She turned and smiled saccharinely at the woman. “He won’t be needing that.”

“Crazy bitch,” the woman rolled her eyes and walked off and Bertrand blushed deeply with his mouth agape.

“Did she just call you a-”

Riley waved him off, “Don’t worry about it, happens all the time. Besides, didn’t I tell you the ladies would be checking you out? Even if it was a nasty skank.” Riley glared at the woman’s back who had moved on to flirting with the bartender.

That whole encounter had Bertrand more nervous than before. “Could I just sit and watch for a while before I attempt to dance? Just to get my bearings?” Just to stall as long as possible was more like it.

She turned to the dance floor, then back to him with a sly smile. “Sure. But do you mind if I go out there and dance?”

“Oh.. no, not at all. I certainly don’t want to spoil your fun.” He chastised himself for the way his heart dropped. What was he expecting, for her to babysit him all night? And he hadn’t missed the way several peoples eyes shamelessly raked over Riley’s body from the minute she walked in the club. “Just be careful. I know you’re a grown woman, I just don’t want anyone to take advantage of you.”

She smiled, “Don’t worry, I will be.”

Just then the song changed and Riley sashayed onto the dance floor. Bertrand was mesmerized by the way she rolled her hips, letting her body relax perfectly to the beat. His mind flashed back to the way she rolled her hips when she rode him in her bed. His throat went dry and he crossed his legs to prevent his growing erection from becoming visible. Her eyes met his and she ran her hands along the sumptuous curves of her body. His face flushed with heat and he had to look away.

Suddenly he realized what was being said in the lyrics of the song. “Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy. Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy.” He nearly choked on his own saliva and his face flushed even deeper. Those lyrics were downright scandalous!

He risked another glance at Riley and found her in the arms of a tall, muscular man wearing a tank top and backwards hat. Bertrand’s hands twitched in his lap, and he fought the urge to jump out of his seat. He took a deep breath.

Don’t make an ass of yourself, Bertrand. She’s just dancing. And besides, you don’t own her! She can dance with whoever she wants.

Despite the intense urge to look away, he simply couldn’t. His stomach twisted when she moved closer to him, letting her hands wrap around his neck. The man’s hands moved to her waist, slowly heading down before resting against her hips.

The man leaned forward and said something in her ear, and Riley laughed. Bertrand’s heart was beating double time, and he continued to scold himself for the way he was feeling. Although he no longer attempted to look away, convincing himself that it was for her own safety in case this scoundrel took advantage of her. Yes, he was just watching Riley to protect her.

Riley felt a little guilty for the way Bertrand was looking at her, but she couldn’t deny that the prospect of potentially making him jealous sent a thrill through her. She made eye contact with Bertrand for a charged moment while she and this random dude danced closely. Suddenly the man pulled her tightly against the front of his body, cupping her ass. 

Whoa boy! Riley took the man's hands to return them to her lower back, but someone else already had hold of his arm.

“Absolutely not.” Riley turned to see Bertrand glaring at this guy, while he physically removed his hands from her body. Bertrand was a tall guy, but still stood half a foot shorter than this giant frat bro. 

The drunk himbo was clearly confused. “Dude, what is your problem? We’re just dancing!”

“Not anymore, you aren’t.” Bertrand spoke to the man in a challenging tone that Riley had never heard from him before, but his voice held that air of confidence he always emitted outside of the bedroom. 

The guy looked between Riley and Bertrand a couple times, before shaking his head and stalking away. “Fuck this, I’m going to get another drink.” The guy mumbled something about “not fighting another jealous boyfriend” as he walked off.

They watched him leave and Bertrand turned to Riley ruefully. “I apologize.. My behavior was way out of line. I just saw him put his hands on you and-”

Riley pulled Bertrand toward her, wrapping her arms around his neck “Dance with me.”

His heart was hammering in his chest from the encounter with that buffoon, but with Riley’s body pressed against his, it was soon forgotten. She ran her fingernails up the back of his neck and into his hair, before pulling his face toward her. “Just relax and feel my body. Then move with me.” 

Bertrand spoke breathlessly, “With your body in such close proximity, relaxing is the furthest thing from my mind.” He blushed immediately when he realized what he had said. Before he could apologize, Riley took his hands and wrapped them around her waist with a smirk.

“Hold me like this. Just like we practiced. Relax your hips.”

He looked around, but no one was paying them any mind. He nodded slightly and tentatively began to move his body with hers. What started out as awkward, stiff movements, soon relaxed into a rhythm. Riley spun around and pressed her back to his front and Bertrand gasped. She took his hands and wrapped them around her waist so that he was holding her against him. She lay her head back against his chest and pressed her ass into him, and he couldn’t stop the blood rushing straight to his cock. Bertrand blushed as his traitorous dick twitched of its own accord. He was humiliated. There was no way she didn’t feel that.

“I apologize, Ri-”

Before he could continue, she had spun back around, pulling his mouth down to hers with a moan. Bertrand’s eyes widened, before falling closed as he returned her kiss with fervor. Her hand found its way down his abs and ghosted over the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered against his mouth, before taking hold of his bottom lip with her teeth.

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Riley threw her bedroom door open with a bang, pulling Bertrand inside behind her. Heads spinning from alcohol and adrenaline, the two met in hot, messy kisses that only grew hungrier by the minute. Riley grabbed Bertrand’s ass and pressed him flush against her, feeling his arousal firmly against her body. 

“Oh my god..” she ground her hips against him with a groan. Her center was throbbing and all she could think about was the delicious stretch of his cock pulsing inside her that she hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about since the last time it happened. 

Bertrands hands were all over her as he explored her body, more sure and certain than he had ever been before. He wanted her. And for the first time in his life, he knew what to do, and he was going to go for it.

Reacting on pure carnal instinct, Bertrand boldly lifted her off of the ground, and without hesitation she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed her up against the wall, leaving warm, hungry kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Riley let her head fall back and she moaned while his lips made their way down her exposed cleavage. She had never been more turned on in her entire life. 

“Bert.. I want you so bad.”

He practically growled as he carried her to the bed, placing her down onto the soft mattress. Any ounce of proprietary left in him had vanished at her words. Their mouths met over and over, only breaking so they could remove an article of clothing at a time. Bertrand pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room in one swift motion and Riley bit her lip as she watched his muscles work. “God damn, Bertrand.”

She sat up on her elbows, watching as Bertrand slid her dress and panties down, his eyes landing between her thighs. He grasped her knees as his eyes flitted up to meet her own. “May I taste you?”

“God yes.”

He spread her legs apart and immediately dove in, indulging in her sweet taste that he had yearned for night and day since the moment he first tasted her. How he had craved her, even in his dreams. He groaned as he worked her with his mouth until she began to tremble. Riley grasped a handful of his messy, sweat slicked hair for purchase as he licked and kissed her, completely drunk off of her. Suddenly her eyes flew shut as a rush of euphoria overtook her senses and she cried out. “Oh yes.. Fuck, fuck!” 

Bertrand didn’t want to stop, ever, but the throbbing of his cock reminded him that there was something else he could do for her.

Riley lay back against the pillows gasping as she caught her breath and Bertrand slipped off his boxers, before reaching into the bedside table and grabbing a condom from the stash Riley had stored there. He held one up, arching his eyebrow in question and she nodded.

“Look at you..” She breathed out in sheer amazement as her eyes raked over his lean, muscular body. “Baby, you are so fucking hot, and the fact that you have no idea is criminal.”

Bertrand smirked, brimming with a newfound confidence. He rolled the condom onto himself the way she had taught him while she watched with a mixture of pride and lust. He tried to steady his breathing as he gazed at the woman in front of him- This gorgeous, sexy, experienced woman who actually wanted to have sex with him. 

Riley bit her lip and beckoned him forward. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

He crawled forward, positioning himself over her. Sweat dripped down his brow and he lined himself up with her entrance. His eyes fell shut and he groaned as he slowly pushed inside her, this time with more certitude than ever before. Riley gasped, immediately bringing her legs up and wrapping them around his waist, sheathing him deeper into her delicious warmth. 

The sensation had him already teetering at the edge, but he held it back. He murmured in her ear while he slowly pushed himself inside her again, “Riley.. Riley, you feel so good.”

“Oh my god, Bert..” She ran her fingernails across his broad shoulders and he shuddered.

Moans of pleasure fell from their lips and Bertrand pressed his chest flush against hers while his hips thrust in and out, slowly at first, but gaining more speed with each cry of ecstasy she released. 

He was not going to cum early this time. He just had to hold on a little bit longer.

Bertrand propped himself up on his forearms and Riley took hold of his face, pressing her mouth against his. She raised her hips, allowing him to go deeper. “I’m so close,” she panted against his lips. “So, so fucking close.. Oh don’t stop.. Bertrand don’t stop!”

He continued his deep, measured thrusts and she came undone, crying out louder than he had ever heard her before. But this time she cried out his name as she came.

That immediately sent him over the edge. His heart pounded in his chest as the feeling overtook him, sending him spiraling into an endless, Earth shattering orgasm. His dick pulsed over and over inside of her as his hips stuttered sporadically. 

Once the blinding pleasure had tapered out, he released the death grip he had on the sheets and reluctantly pulled out, climbing off of his companion.

Riley and Bertrand lay beside one another, attempting to catch their breath as they stared at the ceiling. Their bodies were sated, but their minds were reeling from a startling realization..

This was no lesson. They just had very real sex.

#the royal romance #trr fanfic #never have i ever #bertrand x mc #bertrand x riley #bertley #trr #cfwc fics of the week

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

High risk, high reward

@krispydestinydefendor

🥂🚨🚑 ahem preferably wwx centric but like i love every single thing you've written so hehe <3

There is a saying in my country that's roughly translated as "either the ball [as in, the prom/banquet], or the hospital", and it means taking the leap no matter the risks because everything could either go terribly wrong or terribly right. It's an elegant way of saying "fuck it" before doing a high risk activity.

This prompt made me think of that.

Wei Wuxian likes risks. He likes the thrill of it, and the fact that, most often, he gets the reward that's made him take the risk in the first place. Whether it's a dare or an idea he wants to see if he can put into practice, he doesn't shy away from anything.

However, there are times when the risks he takes aren't necessarily calculated, and land him in trouble - nothing major, most often with getting yelled at by Madam Yu and having to replace whatever he broke or damaged using his own money... but this time, it's a bit more... difficult to do that.

Because Wei Wuxian won a bet he made with Jin Zixun just to shut him up - but now, Wei Wuxian is feeling like he's going to die. Or puke his guts and his soul out.

The bet was about Wei Wuxian being able to take 10 flutes of champagne at once. They're at this afterparty of some high class gala of the four great families, and since the parents and the uncles have retired for the night already, the younger generation has been left to have fun freely, without any formalities. It was uncle Jiang's idea, bless him, but Wei Wuxian kind of wishes it hadn't been.

Cause even with his massive alcohol tolerance, he's pretty sure he's well on his way towards alcohol poisoning.

"Huaisang, I think we need to call an ambulance..."

"An am- Wei-xiong, are you dying?!"

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. "I will if you don't call the ambulance. Just tell them what happened and to send in someone quick. I don't know, a doctor, a nurse, a priest..."

"Serves you right for getting into it with Jin Zixun." Jiang Cheng says, handing Wei Wuxian another glass of water. "You'd sooner die than mind your business."

"I'm really not in the mood for any of your lectures right now. Yell at me when I feel better. Or when I die."

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and decides to try and at least get himself in a stable state of mind. Last thing he needs is to panic, so he tries to take in deep breaths and ignore the nausea and the impending sense of doom he's feeling.

He knows he's going to have to pay his own hospital bills, and he's going to also have to do Nie Huaisang's homework for months to cover the cost of the ambulance ride (which he has been generous enough to offer to cover), but at least he won't be dead. He'll wish he was when Madam Yu finds out about this, but that's a given.

If she ends up kicking Wei Wuxian out this time, like she threatened she would if he got into trouble again, he'll have to figure out how to make himself useful enough to convince one of his friends to take him in. He's pretty good in the kitchen and he can do a decent job cleaning, so maybe he could be their live-in maid or something... Well, didn't Madam Yu say he'll end up just like his father?

The sound of the ambulance alarm pulls him out of his thoughts. Right, the hospital. He almost forgot about it, which isn't necessarily a good sign of his mental state right now.

"Wangji-xiong, he's right there, I think he's almost passed out and I really don't know-"

Wangji-xiong? Oh, right, Lan Zhan is working the night shift as an EMT tonight, that's why he couldn't come to the gala... What a coincidence...

Wei Wuxian feels himself gently lifted in a pair of very strong arms, and he makes the herculean effort to open his eyes. "Lan... Zhan...?"

"I am here. You'll be okay."

"Mm... if you'll take care of me, I will..."

Lan Wangji tells Jiang Cheng something but Wei Wuxian doesn't really hear it. He's focused on trying not to throw up on his crush, who's so strong and smells so good and is holding him like a bride, and maybe it's the alcohol but Wei Wuxian really wants to kiss him, but...

"Lan Zhan..."

"Mn?"

"I like you..."

"I like you too, Wei Ying."

"No, like you as in I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ask me again when you're sober."

"Will you say yes?"

"I will."

"Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"I think I'm about to throw up."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

[fromasgardandback]

Healing Together // Max Mayfield Sister Headcanon

masterlist | oneshots

undoubtfully Max is hurting in more ways than one and needs help

I have tried everything I could think of to help her. I go to therapy to which I come home and help Max understand why things happen and how to handle them

Max tries to act like nothing’s wrong or nothing happened, but being her older sister, I see everything

I see her tossing and turning in the middle of the night, I see her stare out into the abyss as if she’s seen a ghost, I see her at school passing through everyone co-existing; it hurts to see someone you’re close to in so much pain

“Tonight is just you and me, so I picked up a movie from Family Movie, ordered dinner, and picked up some snacks as well.” I placed the items in my hand down on the coffee table.

“Why are you doing this?” Max looked at me confused.

“Because I have tried everything, Max. I know you’re hurting and going through some really tough things. But I am here to help you, love you, support you, and not just because you’re my sister, but because you’re one of my best friends.” I huffed placing my hands on my hips.

Max didn’t know what to say, she stood there frozen until I felt a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you.” That is all she said. I wrapped my arms around her giving her a bone-crushing hug back.

we watched at least three movies before falling asleep on the couch. Chinese containers on the coffee table along with half-opened snacks and empty drinks

somewhere around six in the morning I woke up and took in the sight and mess we left and there I saw Max sleeping and holding the stuffed elephant I won her at the fair this past summer

I placed a blanket over her sleeping body and cleaned up the mess before our mom got home to scream at us as she normally does

I’ve been teaching Max that our mom’s reactions and outbursts have nothing to do with us, but her own problems. Yes, it’s hard not to think your mother hates you, but it’s also easier to think that it’s not because of you.

I took a shower and got ready for the day while Max was still sleeping. I called Lucas to let him know that his surprise is still a go for today

they rekindled their love and relationship, so Lucas wanted to take her on a very special date while I was at home cooking her favorite meal for dinner

it’s the little things that matter the most, and it may take a while, but I am determined to help Max see her potential and worth

“I’m blessed to have a sister like you, Y/N. Most people just see right through me, you don’t.” She said standing in the kitchen while I made coffee.

“I see you for you, munchkin.” I hugged her. “I see you.”

#sarah's specials #Max Mayfield #max mayfield x sister!reader #max mayfeild x reader #max mayfield headcanons #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Nancy Wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #Lucas Sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #erica sinclair #erica sinclair x reader #healing

[bitchyglitterfox]

Okay so,if you are comfortable with this,can you write a smut and also a little bit of fluff for Daemon Targaryen and reader (who is Viserys and Aemma youngest daughter) during their wedding day/cerimony?Thx🫶🏻💕

Moon Of My Life - Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader

Word: 950

Requested: Yes

Warning: Incest, SMUT, PiV (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (F receiving), fingering, tiddie play, but also fluffy, use of female-gendered terms talks of the dead mother, the reader is King Viserys and Queen Aemma's youngest daughter after Rhaenyra, the reader is of age and is a year younger than her. if I should add anything let me know

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“Sister! Congratulation on your blessings today” Rhaenyra says as she grabs your hand in delight, your wedding feast coming to an end, “Uncle” 

Daemon came up from behind you wrapping his right hand around your waist. 

“Princess,” he said while looking down at his niece, now sister in law. 

Yes you had married your dear uncle Daemon, whom you had been in love with since he made his grand entry after he won the war against the crabfeeder. You wed in the traditions of old Valeryia. You were King Viserys and Aemmas youngest child and when your mother died you felt lost, that was until Daemon. 

He showed you how to live again, and you taught him love was not just a just a feeling to run from, he was the rouge prince no more. So when his lady wife ‘tragically’ died, he went to your father and asked for your hand, your father had said yes as he could see how happy you both made each other.  

You are pulled out of your memories when Daemon runs his hand down your side, realizing Rhaenyra has now walked away, looking up at him you smile. Tonight was a feast to remember, now to consummate your wedding night.

“Shall we head to our chambers, my beautiful wife” he whispers in your ear.

“Why yes dear husband i do believe the party can continue in our absence,” you say grabbing his hand and leading him slowly out of the grand hall. 

The moment you walk through the door of your bed chambers Daemon is on you, lips on yours hungrily. Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping it tightly earning a groan from him. 

“I want to ravish you wife” he says as he pulls away from you and rips open the front of your dress exposing your breasts to him for the first time, “you are so beautiful” 

“And you my love are ever the more handsome every day that passes” you say smiling up at him as he runs a finger across your lips, one that you take in your mouth and gently suck. 

He groans at the senstation, pulling his digit from your mouth and running it across your already harden ed nipples. He guides you to the bed feeling slightly more self aware that you are the only one bare as he is still clothed, he gently places you on your back as he begins to strip bare for you. 

He then begins to kiss your throat, laying kisses down your body. Feeling a warmth spread to your core. You moan as his hands find a place on your breasts teasing your nipples between his fingers. 

“Tonight dear wife, will be focusing on your pleasure for you go from becoming a maiden to a woman,” he says as he kisses your your thighs, pulling a hand from your breast as he moves it inbetween your folds, collecting your slick to swipe at the small bundle of nerves. This causes a pleasure to erupt in your belly and a moan to escape your lips. 

“I am going to kiss you here” he places a kiss on your clit, running his tongue over it, “and here” placing another kiss at your entrance.” Your hands find his hair once again racking your fingers through, scratching at his scalp.

He begins to pleasure you, gliding a finger into your wet cunt while swiping his tongue over your clit. 

“Da-Daemon, yes” you moan as your back arches and you begin to chase his fingers inside you as they curl and hit just the right spot. You bite your lip to keep in the moan, causing him to stop and look at you with his darkened violet eyes. 

“Let me hear you my dear, let me hear the pretty noises fall from your lips” he says as he dives back in, guiding you to the first orgasim of the night. The sweet moans escape your lips as you come against his face, “Sweet like honey” he licks his lips clean of your essence. He kisses his way back up your lips and you can still taste yourself on him. 

“Now you are ready for my cock" he says smirking while rubbing himself a few times, "now my beloved this may hurt for just a bit then their will be pure bliss" 

He gently slides into your moist and awaiting pussy, the stretch hurt as he said but soon after the pain went away and was replaced with pleasure and it sure felt good. Daemon's mouth and yours connected like puzzle pieces as he thrusted into you. Your fingers raked down his back as your rhythmic thrust had you both moaning. You're pelvis hitting his, his balls slapping against your taint as he thrusts in harder and faster.

You are both soon reaching your releases, moaning each other's names. 

"I love you" dameon whispers in your hair as he pulls out his now softened cock, you both hiss at the loss of friction. 

"And I love you as well my dear husband, soon I shall be with child," you smile as you pull the covers of the bed over the both of you. You lay your head on his chest as you listen to the rhythm of his heart beat. 

"And pray tell wife whose dragon egg shall we put into the cradle with the babe?" 

"Hmm too soon to tell dear husband, but for now we must sleep, for tomorrow is our journey to dragon stone" you yawn tiredly snuggling closer to your husband.

"Sleep well my queen," he says as he places one final kiss on your head.

#daemon targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd smut #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon

[theemporium]

So… just because we all know max is going to win the wc tonight (😒, I like him but come on) I’m trying to think of how depraved you can be in Qatar before they kick you out because the things I would let that man do to me..

avshsvhsbsjsbssb the boy has never won a normal championship, bless his wee heart😭

nah because the second he crosses that line and wins, I am on my knees or however else he wants me! he’s the champion! he gets what he wants!

#cece answers #max.thots

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 29: The House Cup

The end of the year had not treated me well. Hufflepuff won the quidditch cup, Sebastian and I hadn't talked since the Undercroft, my exams were harder than expected and Ominis had been pleased to know that Sebastian and I seemed to be taking a break. Nothing was going the way I wanted it to, but I still managed to find some peace now that I didn't have to mind Sebastian's lacking interest in my well-being.

Imelda had been furious since we lost the quidditch finals against Hufflepuff, which didn't really make her a blessing to spend time around. On top of that she was still trying to be a good friend to Ominis, which took a lot of her energy. However, she was kinder to me now.

''Are you excited about tonight?'' she says as she finishes packing her trunk, then slamming it to the ground.

''I guess,'' I tell her, trying to fold my clothes as neatly as I can.

I notice the heart pin on the sleeve of my Slytherin robe, having flashbacks to when Sebastian gave it to me. It pains me to take it off, but I can't walk around wearing his heart on my sleeve any longer. I take it off and put it in my trunk. I don't have the heart to throw it away. A wave of sadness crashes over me.

''I bet Hufflepuff wins the house cup too,'' Imelda complains. ''I swear on Merlin himself, if we don't win next year I will actually Bombarda myself.''

''Please don't'' I joke. ''I'd be the one to clean up the mess, and I'd rather not.''

''Don't be silly,'' Imelda laughs. ''I'm blowing you up with me, so you better make sure we win this.''

We laugh together and I sit down on my bed.

''He's so stupid,'' Imelda says. ''I don't understand why men simply cannot bring themselves to apologize. He did you so dirty and doesn't even have to courage to tell you that he's sorry.''

''It's fine, really,'' I tell her, trying to excuse Sebastian's behaviour.

She walks over to me.

''Don't you dare put yourself down like that in front of me,'' she says in a determined voice. ''You're Y/n! And if he doesn't want you, we'll find someone who'll actually treat you right.''

I shake my head.

''Hello?!'' she snaps her fingers in front of my face. ''You're like, one of the coolest Slytherins to ever walk this castle, and you let a man walk over you like that?''

''I'm not!'' I argue.

She raises an eyebrow as she looks at me.

''You can lie to yourself as much as you want,'' she says firmly. ''But next year, we're going to turn this school into complete, utter chaos.''

She laughs. And even though she manages to lift my mood it's not enough to make it noticeable. She does, however, give me a much needed reminder that no one treats me like that. And if he's not going to apologize, neither am I. I don't even have anything that needs to be apologized for.

We walk to the Great Hall together. The tension in the castle is immaculate, the students are cheering and laughing. The Slytherin table is crowded and people are enjoying dinner together. I sit with Ominis and Imelda, who seem friendly. I think I even might have caught Ominis blushing when she spoke and I hope that they can find their way back to each other.

''Students, students, students,'' it's Headmaster Black speaking. ''What a year! So much new knowledge, so many wizards and witches ready to head off into the real world of magic. I want to say thank you and good luck!''

He raises a toast and everyone in the Great Hall raises their glasses. I look around to see if Sebastian is nearby, but I can't see him.

''To another year!'' Headmaster Black says before he takes a sip. ''All houses have performed well throughout the entire year, but one a little bit more than the others.''

The silence is creating even more tension, even though we are already convinced that Hufflepuff wins the House Cup.

''With their endless amount of hard work and their loyal spirit, I want to wish Hufflepuff a big congratulations on winning the House Cup!''

The Hufflepuff table stands up, jumping and cheering while the rest of us are only clapping our hands. The rest of the dinner is filled with laughs, stories from the year and at the Slytherin table - discussions on how we win the quidditch cup next year.

I walk towards the Hogwarts Express with Ominis. He seems to be his regular self again, but of course he still has no idea that he saved the lives of so many people. I wish I could tell him about his bravery, about his sacrifice and how what he did should go down in wizard history. But I can't. This knowledge will die with me and Sebastian and I find it unfair that no one but us will ever know what he did in order to save our future from the darkest wizard who were to walk this planet.

Sometimes I wonder about what the Keepers told me in the Map Chamber. About how the prophecy only showed us the darkness and not the light that would come afterwards. About the little boy with the scar in his forehead. Of course, I will never know. And despite my wonders, I'm happy to know that I will never know.

We get on the train together, sitting in front of each other.

''Y/n,'' Ominis says. ''I'm really sorry things went so wrong with Sebastian.''

''It's fine, really,'' I tell him as I can feel a lump forming in my stomach.

''I haven't spoken to him much, but he seemed really upset the last few days,'' Ominis tells me. ''He told me that he messed up.''

That's a pleasant surprise, that he knows he messed up. But his knowledge doesn't change the fact that he didn't even try to see me, try to resonate, try to fix things. To me, that's a disappointing thought. Because I loved him, but in hindsight he cannot possibly have felt the same thing for me.

I sit silently for a good moment. My mind flashes between almost a hundred different scenarios in my head. Our evening in the Room of Requirement, the astronomy table in the forbidden forest where we first kissed, the new year's ball, the hand kisses, the thumb on my lip, the jealousy. My feelings are a blur, but most of all I'm aching as the memories flash by. How could he just throw this away?

In London my parents are greeting me at King's Cross and as I walk into my bedroom I see a letter on my desk. The very same desk where I wrote to him almost a year ago. I eagerly open the envelope and I see three or five letters fall out. I recognize the handwriting immediately. It's Sebastian. I unfold the first one.

''Y/n,

I'm writing this to you because I'm still too afraid to say it out loud. Instead, I write hoping that you might read this when the timing might be better.

Thank you for holding my hand. For seeing me as a whole person, instead of only my mistakes. I am aware that I have made many wrongs, but at least I did one thing right. Getting you to forgive me.''

I don't bother to finish the letter. When did he write this? I crush the paper in my hand and throw it on the ground. Somehow I find myself unfolding another one.

''Y/n,

I'm sorry for not telling you that I'm falling in love with you. And for kissing you without telling you this. You deserve to know, but I'm a coward.

I'm still too scared to put my feelings out there like that. I'm trying, but I'm so afraid I'm going to destroy it. You know me, as soon as things get too good I self sabotage. If I let you in too soon, I'm only going to hurt you. I want to make this right.

S''

The tears start streaming down my cheek and I can't even bring myself to read the other letters. I love him, but right now I'm still too upset with him. After all, he didn't break up with me. But I guess it's safe to say that he's not my boyfriend right now either. The crying gets more intense and even though he broke my heart, I'm breaking my own even more so by thinking that some people are not meant to stay in our lives. That they are only meant to teach us something. But I can't live with the thought that what we had was only supposed to show me what love is supposed to be like.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfic #fanfiction #for the hope of it all

[gacmediadaily]

Lori Loughlin won the Grace Prize for A Christmas Blessing and Super Mario Bros. Movie was named Best Family Film at the 31st annual Movieguide Faith & Values Awards Gala & Report. The broadcast aired this evening on Great American Family.

Movie and television winners of the night included:

Best Family Movie – Super Mario Bros Movie

Best Family TV– A Paris Christmas Waltz

Best Movie for Mature Audiences– Jesus Revolution

Best TV for Mature Audiences– Chicago P.D. “New Life”

Faith & Freedom Award for Movies – Sound of Freedom

Faith & Freedom Award for TV – A Million Miles Away

Grace Prize for Movie Performance – Dennis Quaid for “On a Wing and a Prayer”

Grace Prize for TV Performance – Lori Loughlin for “A Christmas Blessing”

Visionary Award- Brad Krevoy, Emmy Award-Winning Producer

Epiphany Prize for TV – Divine Influencer

Epiphany Prize for Movies – Journey to Bethlehem

The event was hosted by Great American Family’s Trevor Donovan and Danica McKellar, who welcomed Candace Cameron Bure, Lori Loughlin, Cameron Mathison, atthew Morrison, Jen Lilley, Eric Close, Jack Wagner, Corbin Bernsen, Pat Boone, Donna Mills, Mike Rowe, and Jesse Hutch, among others.

“I didn’t ever see this happening…I love making movies, I’m really blessed to do what I love, so thank you.” said Loughlin as she received the Grace Prize for TV Performance.

The evening included a musical performance by Dennis Quaid, kicked off by calling his good friend and actor Kris Kristofferson on the phone:

“I am singing two songs for you tonight that they both have to do with Kris Kristofferson, who was the biggest box office star in 1974, 1975, and 1976, and I thought before I do this song I thought we could all call him,” as Quaid proceeded, he had the audience join him in saying ‘We love you, Kris!’”

Additionally, two-time Grammy nominated artist Blessing Offor performed his hit Brighter Days The evening ended with a prayer lead by actress and chief creative officer at Great American Family, Candace Cameron Bure.

The 31st Annual Movieguide Faith & Values Awards Gala took place on Friday, February 9th at the Avalon Theatre in Hollywood.

#lori loughlin #movieguide awards #great american family

[eddieshellfxre]

Ride to Hell

Eddie Munson x fem Harrington eader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you’re part of the Hellfire Club, you cant stop thinking about Eddie and turns out he cant either

warnings: 18+ fingering, oral sex, sex also this is my first time writting anything like this, i hope yall like it

***

"Steve, please step on the damn pedal, Eddie is gonna kill me if im late!" you tell your older brother

"You really think i dont have somewhere else to be too? I have a hot date and i still have to drive you to this stupid meeting" he says while tapping his fingers on the wheel relentlessly "besides ive told you like a hundred times i dont like it when you hang out with him, im totally against you joining his little cult"

You cant but roll your eye so far it hurts your head" its not a cult, its a club dickface! Besides hes a senior and so i am.... I dont see an issue" you say waving your arms around in a dramatic manor

"hes been a senior for two years dude" he says as he pulls up to Hawkins High. you ignore his last remark and open the door to leave" ALSO GET YOUR OWN RIDE HOME" he says shouting through the window, he speeds off right after for his super hot date.

You start to run the halls of Hawkins High and stop your tracks only to look down to realise you forgot to change your clothes for the club shirt "fucking shit, i cant walk in that room in this dress... fuck it". You find the door to the club and sprung it open only to find everyone looking at you. "Hi, sorry im late i-i was at a family birthday party, i also forgot to change clothes im sorry" you say while you sit in your usual spot next to Eddie "I can see that" Eddie says with a slight smirk on his face. You cant help but feel a bit nervous as you see the look on his face as he's eyeing you up and down what the fuck is happening right now. "Very nice of you to join us like that princess" You sit down and adjust your dress and a little bit more of you cleavage is showing, Eddie cant keep his eyes off you, and swallows dry as he adjusts himself on his seat.

The game goes on for a couple of hours and you cant help but feel frustrated at how this is turning out "you have got to be kidding me!" you let out "Let me roll, i know we can do this. what do i need?" you say slamming your hand at the top of the table and standing up "15 or higher sweetheart, think you can do it?" Eddie says he has this ironic chuckle "bite me Munson" you say clenching your teeth "oh would be my pleasure" Everyone else is looking at one another, trying to make something of whats going around them get your shit together, this is not the time for you little mind games Munson. "Yes i can do it, we're here to fight arent we?" you lean over the table to grab the dice, as you do this your white dress rises at the back, exposing a little more skin than it should. You make nothing of this as you are determined to win this fight, but this doesnt go past Eddie who is leaning his body slightly to the right to get a better view of whats going on behind you, he stops his movements and looks around the room to see if anyone noticed, but everyone is too concentrated in what number youre gonna roll. The tension builds up as you shake the dice in your hand. Eddie watched you closely, you turn to look at him and see that he has this smirk "wanna kiss it for good luck Munson?" you chuckle, Eddie smiles and bites down his lip, you throw it the dice... it bounces one, two three times "17 SHE ROLLED A 17 WE WON" Dustin screams as he jumps in his seat. Everyone just hugs one another, as you stand proudly looking at Eddie, he give you a bow and says "well done princess" you create this proud look on your face and smile.

Everyone starts packing up everything and starts to leave, Jeff turns to you "you were our saviour tonight, god bless you Queen of Hellfire" you laugh and thank him, everyone leaves the room and its just you two now, you and Eddie, completely alone, you help him pack up everything and remember you need someone to take you home "hey Eddie?” he tilts his head up slightly as you catch his attention do you mind giving me a ride? My stupid brother has a hot date and wont come pick me up after" youre kinda shy asking him this, specially after what you've been thinking about him for the past weeks non-stop. How it would feel like to feel his lips on you, his smell hovering your body, sucking out every little bit of air you have in it "sure, no problem at all sweetheart" a knot builds up in your throat as you hear it "sweetheart" "princess" all these pet-names that he calls you and drive you crazy, you just try to play it off as cool, that it doesnt bother you, but it does, it so does.

"Can you please stop calling me that" you mumble under your breath. Eddie smiles and walks towards you, pulling you in by the waist "why? Does it make you nervous princess?" you look down at his shirt, the tattoo peaking through the collar, driving you insane. How can tattoos have this affect on you? More like tattoos on Eddie have this affect on you, you shake your head trying to make something of what was going on, you feel a rush of heat running through your whole body "look at me" he places his hand on your chin, pushing it up slightly, your eyes meet his eyes, his brown beautiful eyes and go weak again.

You start you feel yourself getting wet at his touch "i asked you something, didnt i?" he says as he pulls his face closer to yours, you can feel his breath on you and his rings starting you dig into your skin from how hard hes holding you. "Lock the door" he whispers as he lets you go and sits back on his chair, or as the boys call it the throne. He watched you as you lock the door and turn back to look at him. There he is slouching back on his throne, touching the right corner of his lips with his middle finger, that same finger that has this huge chunky ring on it, you cant help but to think how that ring would feel on you, the metal against you hot body. "Come here" he says making a motion with his index finger. You obey, you find youself standing in front of him, between his legs while hes eyeing you up and down. You feel his hand going up your thigh, meeting the bottom elastic of your underwear.

"So... about that ride you asked for" he says smiling while he undoes the top three buttons of your dress, revealing the lace bra you have on, moving his hand down your body "does it only have to be a car ride or-" you cut him off by sitting wide open on his lap, takes him by surprise, he likes it you can tell as he lets out a groan of satisfaction, it echoes through you. You take a handful of his long brown hair and pull back his head

"Munson, if you dont do something about the state im in right now i swear to god-" he pulls you in for a kiss, the kiss you've imagined so many times in your head, late at night. Eddie moves your hips everytime he kisses you, his tongue playing with yours. You can feel his bulge getting bigger through his jeans, creating friction on your underwear. You cant help but let out a slight moan as it touches your sensitive spot "god Eddie what the hell" you breath out.

At this point you need him, you need him bad, he moves his hand behind you, grabs your ass so tight under your dress you can tell is gonna leave an print of his fingers and his rings, you move your head to the side giving him access to your neck, he understands this and places his lips onto you, sucking hard.

You can feel a slight burn, but you dont mind it, you like it, it turns you on even more than you already are "jesus christ Munson" you let out

"you've been teasing the shit out of me ever since you joined the club sweetheart. Dont think i would notice? Dont think i would notice that pretty little short dress of yours?" he whispers close to your ear, sending you shivers all over, a rush of electricity runs all over your body as you feel his breath on you

“-i didnt do it on purpose i really forgot to change" "and thank god you did it because its way easier to this this" he slides his hand to your underwear, moving it to the side. Without warning he traces a finger through your slit "Eddie" a moan that makes him smile, you move your hips higher allowing him more access, you can feel the cold metal of his rings going near your opening as he inserts two fingers inside you, you fall forward letting out a loud moan, you bury your face in his neck trying to muffle the sound, grabbing yourself on the high tops of his throne for stability, he starts to curl his fingers inside you while pressing his thumb on your clit making small and controlled circles, his thumb is in such rhythm with the other two, it gives you a new feelin, something that takes your breath away "you feel amazing baby" eddie says as he feels your inside knowing exactly what buttons to push, you start to clench your inside as Eddie feels it, youre close "oh no sweetheart, dont think im gonna let you come this easy do you?" hes such a tease, you just wanna feel him inside you, hes driving you crazy.

How the fuck did we get here, we were playing just couple minutes ago, now the game is- Eddie breaks your train of thought as he pushes you away, releasing your tight pussy to unbuckle his belt and push down his worn out black jeans just enough for his throbbing cock to spring out of his jeans, your mouth automatically starts to water as you look at his huge dick, you get down on your knees and place your hands at the bottom of his shaft, placing your mouth at the tip of his dick tasting is pre cum thats already there dripping, Eddie throws his head back with his hand at the top of your head, guiding you slowly as you take all of him in your mouth.

He moves his hips just enough to have him touch the back of your throat, you cant help but gag but you dont mind, you like it and you can tell he does too, hes getting close you can feel it so you slow your pace, you wanna tease him as much as he teases you. You start to suck in your cheeks and releasing him from your mouth, you run your tongue along his shaft, kissing the top of his head, you look up at him while you do this, its driving him crazy. "fuck you feel good baby- stop teasing me" you let you a laugh while your mouth is still around him, it vibrates giving him a sensation he cant explain, he lets out a moan, a moan that turns out it was music to your ears. "c-comehere" he breaths out, tugging your hair to suggest that you stand up.

You strandle him and he lines his dick with your entrance, teasing you, driving you wild "Eddie just fuck me for the love of god" he laughs and lets you slide down him "oh-ohmygod"you let out dropping your head "you feel so good baby, i cant tell you how long ive waited for this" how long hes been waiting for this? Is he serious right now? you grab the top of his throne again for stability you grab on thigh onto it, trying to hold back your moans but you cant help but let out some "why you holding back, i wanna hear you baby" "someone could hear us Eddie" you say as you move up and down on him, he raises your skirt so he can see you go up and down, his left hand goes up to your breasts and starts to push the top of your dress down, revealing your tits, he takes his mouth to your hard nipple and you feel his tongue playing around your hard nipple "Eddie im close, im so close"

"hold on princess, just a little bit longer... can you do that for me? Be a good girl and do that for me" his words hit you like a wave, you could swear you were on cloud nine at this point. He thrusts his hips harder and harder you feel it in your throat, hitting just the right spot. You were ready to see jesus at some point but Eddie sure feels more like the devil. No angel could fuck you this good, there is no way, you start to clench your inside around him "fuck, youre so tight, youre so tight for me baby. You wanna come? C'mon come for me i wanna feel you" "mmmmm Eddie ohmygod" you throw your head back as you reach your orgasm "im close too baby, where do you want me to cum?" "m-mouth" you manage to breath out as you climb off him to get on your knees "open for me" Eddie says as he gives himself a couple more strokes and shoots his cum directly into your mouth, you swallow right away and leave him speechless.

He picks you up and hold you into a sloppy and wet kiss "maybe next time we can go for a ride in my van instead, it might be more comfortable than my throne" you laugh nervously, cheeks flush red "yeah, i dont really know how im gonna be able to concentrate in D&D now that i know what happened in that chair" Eddie grabs your ass so hard you let out a whine pulls his lips close to your ear "throne sweetheart".

#eddiemunson #munson #strangerthings #hellfireclub #eddiehellfire #eddiestrangerthings #eddiesmut #edditfanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things s4 #hellfire club #eddie munson hellfire

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from “The Borgias” S1 E1 “The Chalice”

“You are afraid to enter, but you must.” “I am about to meet my maker.” “By night I am who I want to be.” “There's a punishment for spying.” “Can I come to your wedding?” “I'll never have a wedding, you know that.” “We must get you out of here before they lock the doors.” “I have waited a lifetime for this moment.” “Kings and popes and emperors belong to their peoples, not to their families.” “If you were a different man, I might vote for you.” “I shall fight you. To the end, and beyond that, if need be, with any means at my disposal.” “I do tend to win whatever battles I fight.” “You know too much already, don't you?” “I have corrupted my soul.” “The enemies we have at present will be multiplied tenfold.” “You have broad shoulders.” “I favour black, myself.” “ You've won what you always wanted. My congratulations.” “ You'll never lose me.” “You must help me interpret the great silence of God.” “Kiss the ring, you fool.” “Let me taste that.” “We are but animals blessed with an eternal soul.” “Whatever you're being paid, I'll double it.” “You'll never meet another assassin like me.” “Someone as pitiless as you needs someone as pitiless as me.” “I have smothered infants in their beds. But only when their parents paid me.” “It's not very subtle.” “No subtlety needed tonight.” “They all want you dead.” “Damned monkey bit me.” “The poison was meant for us.” “Are you aware what the gossip calls you?” “Bring my carriage!” “The idea offends you?” “Your whole family's in danger.” “You planned this massacre thoroughly.” “I am like a stray dog, masterless.” “You could have let things take their course. Betrayed me.” “I do not have a kind. And I suspect neither do you.” “Can you dispose of these corpses?” “Are you trying to frighten me?” “We have many enemies now.” “I have a dilemma: whether to flay you at night or at dawn.” “Still want to earn my trust?” “Haven't I hurt you enough already?” “We merely proved ourselves better at the game.” “I put an end to my pregnancy.” “Stop that. You have done penance enough.” “Whose bed is this?” “Why are you holding a baby goat?” “I want to lie on a bed of seashells and have a sea horse in my lap.” “We are friends already.” “I think a sea horse is better than a unicorn, don’t you?” “Don't you want them to hear? That you have a new whore?!” “You were destitute once!” “Don't lie to me. To me, you cannot lie.” “I was beautiful once, no?” “Question the staff, then, in secret, and in any way you see fit.” “There are certain things I could speak of for a price.” “Don’t worry. You’ll get paid.” “I have seen things within these walls that would shock a brace of courtesans.” “You must be aware of the plots against us?” “I wanted seashells and a sea horse.” “Am I your love?” “You will learn, my dear, as women, we control so little of our destiny. Men do. The outcome is, we hate each other. But we should not.” “We will all of us, one day, be replaced.” “What weapons do I have with which to protect myself?” “I warn you, I have evidence that will bring this house crashing down around your ears.”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #the borgias