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boowritess · 8 days
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simon can't cook-
okay no he CAN. okay? but it's very much- chop up whatever the fuck is in the fridge throw it in a pot, add as much meat he can find. then he's sorted. creating some sort of stew. but if not that. he thrives off 2 minute noodles.
listen, he's a working man. he can't be fucked thinking about what to make.
and if he needs to eat while not deployed and wants something, he'll get takeaways so he doesn't have to think about it.
and if ya'll are together - whatever you make... motherfucker eats that shit up like he's in a 5-star fucking reasturant.
you made scrambled eggs with bacon??? he's astounded. absolutely in love. has never been more satisfied in his life.
but oh lord. when he retires..
retired!simon fucking riley finds his fucking calling in cooking.
you no longer have to worry about cooking. nah-uh. not with this man who has all the time in the world to hone in on this new culinary world.
idk i just think it's so cute to think about simon going from beans on toast for breakfast to fluffy buttermilk pancakes or french toast with bacon a berry compote.
then for dinner; it's suddenly a whole line of sushi with all your favourites, dumplings to follow and a beef udon recipe dish. or maybe it's a simple roast - however, a perfectly seasoned meat has been sitting for a while in the oven for so long that when you cut into it, it's juicy and tender. and simon fucking beams at the faces you make.
dessert is a whole other game that simon fucking mastered. seriously. because he's placing down a skillet brownie, topped with ice cream and cream. And when you put a spoon into it, it fucking drips with chocolate ya'll.
just rahhhh retired!simon that turns into chef!simon. who just spoils you day and night with food. who gains the ability to make whatever dish you want, whenever you want. 3am and you want a grilled cheese? he can whip it up in seconds and it'll taste like the most gourmet grilled cheese you have EVER had.
btw, i'm torn between making him a gordon ramsay in the kitchen or him being the complete opposite and being so sweet and patient with you when you want to help him.
WAIT- speaks like gordon ramsay but treats you softly. like, you're not cutting with the knife correctly you fucking donkey. but instead of taking it off you, he presses up behind you, gently cups your hands with his and shows you how to do it safely. and he's speaking so sweetly and softly. a stark contrast to when he called you a fucking donkey - but hey you'll get your bite back. ;)
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a/n: i can't fucking breathe this was so funny to write. i'm sorry idk why he called u a donkey. i'm fucking hungry if it wasn't obvious with this post.
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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months
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So Danny is just a bunch of good that takes a humanoid shape, and we've seen him stretch and warp himself. What is sometimes he just leaves bits of himself behind. He has restoration so he can heal himself and others so when he realizes he left a foot behind he just grows a new one.
Batman: We've found more of the meta, 3 left feet all genetically identical, either were dealing with a cloning operation or someone using a regenerative meta as an organ farm. The most recent finds washed up between Gotham and metropolis.
Meanwhile Danny: I've gotta visit Dani more Madrid was beautiful can't wait to show Jazz the photos, tried to land and eats it, Damn it I though I fixed this!
Danny loves his new power- he likes to call it "Play-Boo" as a pun on playdough because it allows him to shift and change his body as he sees fit.
It was hard to mentally change his appearance as his core was tied to his idea of himself. Still, he can make his hair longer at will, shift to a younger or older version of himself, and even slightly change his coloration, though that takes a bit more concentration.
Danny is sadly unable to shape-shift into someone else. He thinks being able to regenerate is an okay trade-off. Especially when Danny accidentally leaves bits of himself behind with his new warping technique.
It's not the kind of warping he would like- seeing as he could only go a few yards from his original spot- but he hopes with time and practice, he will be able to fling himself from one side of the country to the other, much like opening portals.
But unlike the portals, he won't have to step into the ghost zone as a layaway.
One day, he'll be able to think, "Star City!" and bam will be there without having to destabilize his whole body or lose limbs. Or some internal organs. Like his left kidney.
Which was currently somewhere in Gotham as his warping has developed to the point that he can send himself to the area within eyesight, and he had traveled to metropolis in this method instead of flying to try to perfect it.
"Shoot," He grumbles, falling into a booth across from Dani. She had asked that he visit the big city with her, do a few sights, and then the two would fly downstate to check out some national parks.
"Lost something again?" She asks, sipping the soda she had ordered while waiting for him. Dani had been in the city for about three days and had fallen in love with the diner they were eating at.
She insisted they meet up there just so Danny could try some of their roast beef sandwiches. The favorite food of the two siblings.
"My left Kidney." He sighs, patting his side. Thank goodness his Play-Boo allowed him to not feel pain. He hated to have to feel every time he lost one of his body parts. "I need to eat my troubles away until a new one grows back."
"I'm not paying for your meal."
"But Dani! I'm down a kidney!"
She snorts. "It'll grow back by the time we leave, and you know it. But fine, you big baby, I'll pay for lunch. You have to cover the diner."
Satisfied, he lets her call over a waitress who quickly takes their orders and vanishes to the back, where the cook will likely make "the best damn roast beef" for him. He leans back, asking Dani about her travels.
She eagerly starts talking about the local art she has taken pictures of. At one point, her travels had turned into photo albums, documenting everything she saw and experienced.
She made some money this way, selling some of her photos, but mostly, Dani preferred to keep them for herself or the family.
As she talked about the light reflecting on some large News building- the daily planet- and the great lengths she had to go to get close enough to capture the sunlight, the door to the dinner chimed.
Two men in suits ushered in, one wearing a dark blue that seemed far cheaper than the deep black of his companion. Danny instinctively turned towards the sound, but he quickly looked away as the two men found a seat in a booth furthest away from him.
"I met this guy, Jimmy, who promised to have my photos submitted for a junior photographer contest. It's to help promote tourism, so it's based on the "Metropolis' beauty," but first place is five hundred!" Dani eagerly tells him, her eyes sparkling.
"I know you'll win. You'll make a name for yourself in no time as the best photographer of our era." Danny smiles at his little sister. He lowers his voice "Maybe with that money you win we won't have to sell my organs for a while."
She laughs, adding to the joke like it's second nature, "But you're so fun to harvest! Side's it's not like Vlad will allow you to walk away from the operation. He already has two more kidney orders from Gotham waiting for you."
Danny grimces. "I just lost one this morning. Why does he overbook me so much."
"I can do it if you-"
"Not on your life. I can regerate. You can only cry."
Dani kicks him hard in the shin. She waves her coffee spoon at him like a wizard banishing a wand. "Are you calling me a crybaby?"
"Well, I'm not calling you a cry-lady." He laughs as she scoffs. She opens her mouth to say something when her eyes lock with something over his shoulder. Her face closes down at once, hardening into someone who has traveled through the roughest parts of cities and towns.
Danny used to be worried that her instance of traveling alone at such a young age would ruin her childlike wonder and innocence, but he knew it would be worse to keep her at home.
Even with Vlad finally getting the much-needed help, the fact that Dani has existed for two years now didn't mean she was comfortable with being tied down.
Twisting around, he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The two men are casually eating their meals by the far window- too far for them to hear, the waitress is sitting behind the counter flipping through a magazine, and the chef can be seen through a little window making something at his gril.
What had alarmed Dani so much?
"We have to go," She hisses in ghost speech, eyes never leaving the man in the blue suit. Was it him? He seems to unthreatening with his big bulky glasses and easy smile. "I don't know why, but I don't like that guy's vibe."
Well, he won't argue with her about her gut feelings. Those were never important to ignore. "Let's take the rest of this to go."
She raises her hand, calling over the waitress, flipping open her wallet to leave enough to cover their bill and leave a generous tip. Danny quickly gathers their food in take-home boxes, keeping his body in front of Dani to block the men's view of her.
He's grateful that he had pulled on his hood, as his ears had gotten cold from the warping. With the fact he never turned around once since they walked in and his trusty hood, his face has been kept hidden from the men.
A small victory.
Hopefully, he won't see them again after this.
"Come on." He tells Dani, as she quickly gathers her stuff. "Vlad is going to have my arms and legs if we late meet him. I don't want to be just a torso again."
"I mean, it's your fault for trying to run away." She sighs. "You know how he gets. At least you didn't have to entertain his guests."
"Yeah laying in a dark room hoping to regrow my limbs is much better than letting those freaks touch me." Danny agrees thinking back to the big gala Vlad had invited them to.
To show goodwill and try to move past their hostility, the Fentons' children- Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani- had all agreed to go with him, under the condition that they be on their best behavior.
Danny had been running late due to a ghost attack and had chosen to use his wrapping far past the agreed limitation his parents, and Vlad had set for him.
He got to Vlad's castle but none of his limbs had followed him. Mom had been so outraged by his reckless behavior he's been grounded staying in one of the guest rooms without tv to "think about what could have happened!"
Dad and Vlad had merely nodded to their wife's punishment for their child. (And he was still getting used to the idea of Vlad being married to his parents.)
Jazz, Dan, and Dani were left to the gala, where Jazz had intellectual conversations with college professors Vlad was funding or where Dan was talking up some pretty men and women with a drink in hand, Dani as the youngest was left to affluent old ladies pinching her cheeks and giving her backhand compliments on being a "lady."
The Dannies hated being touched by strangers, and those higher-class old ladies had no concept of personal space.
"Don't worry, I'm almost too old soon." Dani chirps, holding the door open for him. "Soon Vlad will have to find other kids to flaunt in front of rich people."
"That would be the day." The two exit the dinner, switching the conversation to the idea of dessert- deciding to search on their phones a local frozen yogurt place.
Neither notice the two men- one whose fork has crumbled in his grip and another who is clicking away on his phone with a look of outer disgust on his face
"Bruce?"
"I'm already messaging Babs. She's following them with the city cameras as we speak. Don't worry, Clark, this "Vlad" isn't going to get away with it."
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nctsplug02 · 4 months
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johnny + sexting/videocalling when he's away on tour?? 🤒🤒🤒
Happy Thanksgiving! j.suh
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GENRES: fluff, smut, phone sex, idol x non-celeb fem reader!
WARNINGS: phone sex.
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the dinner you cooked an hour and a half ago was getting colder and colder by the minute but you were too drunk to even eat what you’d made.
wine and cooking dinner did not mix well, especially when you’re a light weight!
RING RING!
you lift your head off the counter and scrub your face with a sigh. “what time is it?”
you reach and grab your phone, hitting the green button. “hello?” silence. “hello?” you look at the screen with barely open eyes. “oh, oops.” you giggle to yourself and swipe the screen until it shows you’ve picked up.
“yes, hello?” you put the speaker to your ear and rub your eyes.
“baby!” you wince and yank the phone away from your ear. “shit!” you hiss and rub your ear, looking at the screen to see your husband with his face up close.
it was a facetime call not an actual call.
“hellooo,” johnny says into the mic. “did i wake you up?” he pulls his face away and raises an eyebrow.
“just a little bit. i closed my eyes for five minutes… that’s all.” you smile and set your phone down against the bottle of wine.
“what were you doing before you knocked out?” you giggle and shake your head. “alright, i didn’t knock out. i only closed my eyes for a good five minute, i swear. but, i did a little bit of cooking and had a few glasses of wine while waiting for your call.”
johnny rests his phone on something and sits back on the beige couch. “what about you, handsome? finished with the concert, i see.” you rub the running mascara from under your eyes.
“mhm, i just got out of the shower. couldn’t stop thinking about you. i’m sorry i can’t be there for thanksgiving, my love.” johnny manspreads and sighs with a pout.
“i—it’s fine, baby.” you clear your throat and move your eyes back to johnnys face. “i’m just thankful that you’re with me spiritually and virtually.”
“spiritually?” johnny chuckles in a confusing tone. “yes, although you’re not here physically, i can feel your presence all around the house.”
“you sure it ain’t a ghost, baby?” johnny laughs when your face changes into a grumpy one. “shut up, don’t scare me like that!” you look around and hug yourself.
johnny laughs while shaking his head, his hand rubbing his jaw. “i was just kidding, my love.”
KNOCK KNOCK!
“room service,” johnny sits up. “looks like my dinner’s here.” he leaves the frame for a good two minutes before coming back.
you watch as johnny sets up the coffee table in front of him. “what’d you order for dinner, babe?” johnny pulls the top cover and reveals a juicy, thick steak. “steak,” he sets the top cover aside. “mashed potatoes and roasted, salted green beans on the side. all that topped off with some red wine.”
you moan and grab your phone, twirling yourself around hopping off the stool. “i wanna show you what i made for thanksgiving.”
“ouu, yeah! i’m excited and a bit sad to see what i’m missing out.” you giggle and walk towards the stove. “it’s really nothing. but, i didn’t want to cook a whole turkey since it’s just me so, i decided to go for something we usually don’t cook for thanksgiving.”
you reveal what’s sitting in your pot and johnny let’s out a horrified gasp. “what?! does it look bad?!” you turn the camera back to you.
“no, baby! i’m just… you cook seafood while i’m gone?!” you laugh and bite the tip of your finger. “well, i didn’t want turkey and mashed potatoes so, i went with what i was craving.”
“ugh, you’re gonna have to make that again but when i get back, please.” johnny groans. “i promise, baby.”
you put the top cover back on the pot and you go back to the stool. “i just brought a plate over to miss hapkins next door. she was telling me a few weeks ago that since her family wouldn’t be able to travel to her, she wasn’t going to do thanksgiving.”
johnny coos at you and tilts his head. “that’s what i love about you, baby. you’re so kindhearted and caring. i love that you decided to include miss hapkins in our thanksgiving.”
“but, now i really don’t wanna eat my steak anymore.” johnny chuckles and sighs. “i miss your cooking, babe.”
“it’s just two more weeks, john. just two more and then home meals are back.” you pick up your wine glass and the wine bottle. “just like you, i’m also having red wine.”
“1869?” you hum and set the bottle down after pouring it near the rim. “you bought that without me?” he whines and you just laugh. “i was gonna save it but… hey, i deserve a treat sometimes too.”
“of course you do, baby. always.” johnny actually picks up his fork and steak knife, cutting off a sliver of the juicy meat.
johnny holds up his piece and tilts his head so he’s in frame. “happy thanksgiving, my love.” he says.
“yes, happy thanksgiving, baby.” you hold up your wine glass, clinking the glass on your phone before taking a sip.
the sweet, rich taste of red wine melting down your throat.
“mmm,” you smack your lips and set your wine glass down. “how’s the steak, baby?” johnny nods with long hums, his eyes shutting as he takes in all the flavors. “it’s perfect. it’s juicy, flavorful, thick but melts on your tongue—mmm,” johnny sighs and cuts himself another piece.
you grab your phone, glass of wine, bottle of wine and you head to the living room.
“although,” you hum. “i prefer the way you make our steak over this.” you giggle and seat yourself on the love sack, setting the bottle of wine on the ground.
you hold up your glass again. “two more weeks, john. we can wait it out.” you take a sip.
johnny groans, “you know what else is in two more weeks?” you hum and ask, what. “your ovulation week.” your cheeks heat up. “once i get home, i’m not holding back, baby.” johnny shoves the meat into his mouth and chews.
“i am not drunk enough for this.” you laugh and shake your head. “what, you don’t wanna have a baby with me?”
“i’d love to have your baby but… i want to right now.” you could feel your panties dampen.
the thought of johnny fucking you full of his baby got you off. him going at you so many rounds that your swollen cunt is oozing out his cum. his slender fingers pushing his cum back in while whispering to you that there was no such thing as wasting good stuff.
“aw, baby.” johnny coos and sets down his knife and fork with a thud. “but, just like you said, two more weeks.”
you roll your eyes and chug the rest of your wine. “babe, you don’t even know how wet i am right now. i’m literally dripping all over our love sack.”
“i don’t believe you,” johnny sits back and groans. “how can i prove it to you?”
you knew exactly how johnny wanted you to prove it and you were trapping yourself in it.
“show me your pretty pussy and let me be the judge of how wet you are.” you bite your lip, eyes moving down to his now visible bulge. “my eyes are up, baby.” you giggle and move your eyes up.
“c’mon, take off your pants and show me how wet i make you.”
the tone of his voice is like a spell, your shorts and panties are pooled on the ground and your body is twisted in a way where johnny can see your pussy.
“fuck, y/n.” johnny growls lowly and cries out. “i wish i was home right now. i’d take you so hard on that love sack.”
“move yourself to the couch and put your phone down, baby. prop it up with the candles on the coffee table.” you listen to johnnys directions and you move yourself to the black couch, propping up your phone with the cherry red and white candles.
“that’s perfect, baby—fuck, y/n!” johnny grabs himself through his sweats.
“touch yourself, baby.” johnny undoes the strings of his sweats. “i wanna see you play with yourself.”
you lay back so that you’re barely propped up with your knees to your chest and arm between your legs. your fingers massaging your clit and ever so then dipping inside your hole just to tease johnny.
“that’s it, baby. pinch your clit.” you squeal when pinching your clit with your fingers.
johnny pulls himself free, he’s rock hard, precum oozing from his tiny slit. “finger yourself, baby.” you dip a finger into your hole.
“fuck, it just slipped in like nothing…” johnny groans, flexing as he smears the precum around his head.
“just a little faster, baby.” you whimper and pick up your pace, dropping your head back and shutting your eyes. “add another finger.” you add a second finger, shuddering at the slight stretch.
johnny curses under his breath and picks his pace with his strokes. “how does it feel, baby.” you shake your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“not the same,” johnny pauses his strokes. “what do you mean, baby?” your eyes water up, “it’s not the same, johnny.” your legs fall together and your fingers come to a stop.
“we can make it feel like it’s the same, baby. i want you to keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice. imagine it’s me who’s pleasuring you.”
“it won’t be the sam—“
“just listen to my voice, baby.” johnny whispers. “listen to my voice and listen to how i want you to touch yourself.”
you take deep breaths, breathing out slowly and quietly while johnny softly hums.
“let’s backtrack, alright, beautiful?” your lips twitch into a faint smile. “i want you to touch yourself, not finger but touch your clit for me.”
your fingers find their way on your clit, softly rubbing and pinching your clit.
“that’s it, baby.” johnny pulls off his shirt. “don’t cry, take deep breaths, alright?” you nod and rub eights on your clit.
“you have the cutest pussy. cute little pussy that struggles to take my dick.” you moan and ball up your fist, sinking your teeth into the flesh, hard enough so that your teeth leave light indents.
you’re too busy listening to johnnys voice to even notice that johnny had pulled out a cotton fabric. “let’s skip past one finger and do two, i know you can do it.”
with your middle and ring finger, you slip the two into your cunt and let out a cry of pleasure. “oh, fuck.” you gasp and softly jerk forward. “that’s it, gorgeous. look how good you’re taking my fingers.”
johnny wraps the cotton material around his cock and begins to stroke himself. “fuck, baby. you feel so good.”
whimpers slip past your lips as you pick up your pace, the heel of your palm rubbing against your clit, giving you more friction and more pleasure.
“that’s it, y/n. take all of me like a good slut.” johnny moans and strokes himself faster. “faster, baby.” you whimper and gasp repeatedly while your fingers rub your g-spot.
“j—johnny,” you dig your nails into your thighs that hold your legs in place. “i—i’m gonna c—cum.”
“mhm,” johnny hums, his hands fisting tightly around his cock. “cum for me, y/n. show me who makes you feel good.”
your pants and moans filling up the room while your orgasm crashes over you. your legs shake and tremble, and your body jerks repeatedly like you’d been shocked. your fingers slowly and desperately still fingering your cunt.
“s—shit, i’m cumming. fuckfuckfuck!” johnny groans loudly.
johnny balls up his shirt and bites down on the fabric, covering up his moans and whimpers. his fist stroking the tip and painting his abs with white ling streaks.
“oh, fuck…” johnny slowly fucks his fist, his angry red tip popping up every second. “so fucking good.” johnny sighs, letting his hand drop and melting into the couch.
“you made a mess.” you giggle when finally pulling the strength to sit up.
johnny lifts his head and looks at his screen, seeing you barely sat up with your wet pussy on display for johnny to see.
“i made a mess?” johnny scoffs with a sexy smirk. “look at the mess you made.” you smile at him and shake your head.
“i can’t believe i got off to your voice, again.” you groan and grab your phone. “again?” johnny laughs and sits up, grabbing a few tissue from the table near him and cleaning himself up.
“is that my—wow, johnny. you’re gonna make fun of me for getting off on your voice but you’re jerking off with my panties that i’ve been looking for for a month!”
“well, i couldn’t bring you so i improvised.” johnny says a defensive tone. “whatever.” you laugh and shake your head in disbelief.
shuffling can be heard from johnnys side. “geez, it’s already one in the morning.” johnny says as he flips on a light. “already? it feels like we just got on the phone.” you frown and roll off the couch, making your way to the bathroom.
“we’ve been on the phone for over an hour, babe.” johnny says with a laugh. “it felt shorter but anyway, i’m gonna take a quick shower and i’ll call you back in fifteen.”
“why can’t we just keep calling?” johnny frowns and he flips the lights off and hugs his pillow. “because i need my phone to play music so i can karaoke.” you start the shower. “i bought you an ipad, laptop, and second phone for a reason.”
you roll your eyes, propping up your phone on the sink. “you’re so clingy.”
johnny scoffs, “says the one who gets off to my voice.”
you pull off your shirt, “at least i don’t need your boxers to help me do so.” you drop your bra and shirt.
“fuck you.”
you step into the shower. “i love you too.”
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AN| hiiii, i know i’ve been really inactive but life is getting so rough right now and it’s really kicking my ass. happy thanksgiving, babies! i love you all and i am very thankful to have a growing account with all those who support and love me and my work. i’m trying my best to write with all my free time but yk sneakylink takes it all up. i know i dragged the end but we don’t talk about it HAHAHSJA. anywho, thank you anon for requesting this!!! happiest thanksgiving! 🩷
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feistyfreaks · 4 months
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HIS FEAST - HOLIDAY SPECIALS.
₊❏❜ cw⋮ miguel x f!reader, food play, slight exhibition, nipple stimulation, oral (f receiving), & fingering.
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miguel laid you down on the dinner table, prettily nude and on full display to his likings. the curtains were nicely ribboned aside, the city lights of nueva york seeped through the glass and illuminated the dining room.
— but that wasn’t the only thing that was spread.
your legs were straightened out, mash potatoes smeared on your chest, gravy coating your perky nipples. green beans and corn laid against your cleavage. pumpkin pie placed on your mound and stuffing resting on your thighs, as ham, roast beef, and mac n cheese was spread across your tummy.
how vulnerable, and edible you looked.
he licked his lips, feeling anticipation build up in him as his eyes gawked your nakedness. you felt shy, your hands slowly creeped up your sides, trying to cover yourself. “¿por qué te escondes, cariño?” miguel hummed, his fingers playfully wandered across your stomach which made you ticklish. you smiled sheepishly, “this is embarrassing, what if someone records us?” you murmur softly, your eyes meeting his endearing stare.
“oh come on baby, we’re at least ten floors high. who has that good of an eye sight?” he coaxed, caressing your ankle comfortably. you let out a whine and miguel picked up his fork, the steel pierced through the macaroni as he fed it to you. “tastes good?” miguel asked, his tone low.
“mhm, mm.” you hummed, a giggle escaping your mouth when you felt the cold fork brush against your tummy again. the picking of his fork went on back and forth as he ate the food from top to bottom from you; until there was barely anything laying over your body except the gooey residue of gravy stuck onto your nips and the cranberry sauce dripping down your slick folds.
his fingers trail up your stomach and ghost over your nipples feeling them harden from his touch.
“let me clean you up, mi luz.” he offers with a smirk plastered on his face. you gasp as his warm tongue licked against your perky bud, tasting gravy, he snickered before enclosing his lips around it, sucking on the pearl.
you groan, the mess in between your thighs only becoming worse. his other hand squeezed your breast and you slightly twitch, a smile curved up onto his lips. “love getting your tits played with, right mami?” miguel teases, his pad jerks your reddening nipple.
“s-stop speaking none sense.” you mewl, your voice not any higher than a whisper. he smirks, shifting to admire the other breast as he cups your warmth. miguel presses gentle kisses on your chest, taking the time to worship your body and slowly lay kisses on every part of you. his hand messages your nipple, and tweaks it again, causing you to shudder. “easy now,” miguel chuckles against your skin, “so sensitive.”
you slightly squirmed as you felt his hand drag down your ribcage and towards the disorder between the junction of your legs.
“last but not least, my desert.” miguel purred playfully, his biceps wrapped underneath your thighs and hauled you closer to him, for better eating access. his hand slowly teased your slit, his digit pressed against your sticky nub making you jolt slightly.
“y’know what i’m thankful for?”
“my wife.” miguel chortles, settling your thighs on his broad shoulders. “oh please,” you chuckle in response, your hand cafuńes through his soft curls and he replaces his hand with his mouth, his lips kissed along your inner thigh and towards your cranberry sauced cunt.
“i can’t believe i agreed to this, this is ridiculous.” you said, almost giggling from the ticklish sensation of his tongue licking against your mound. “oh c’mon, but you’re doing such a good job, tesoro.” he grins, sticking out his tongue to lick a long stripe against your folds. you inhaled a sharp breath, gripping onto his hair as your chest heaved.
“the whole street of people can see me naked.” you reason while he peppers kisses on your clit. “baby, cálmate, who’s gonna actually care, besides. let them see me eat this pretty pussy.” miguel laughs, rubbing his bottom lip as he smears the sauce; causing a delicious friction to stimulate your heat. you moan, feeling his tongue flick at your clit, his fingers entwining your hard nipples and giving them a sweet tug.
you greedily push his head down, his tongue messily laves amongst your folds as his tongue picks up the taste of cranberry. “fuck,” you whimper, your grip on his hair had you in control of his tongue thrusts. his head bobbed up and down, and your hips bucked up. “just like that.” you praised, selfishly caging your legs around him. he pinched your nipples harshly, biting the bundle of nerves which only added to your sensitivity. “miguel!” you squeal, freeing him from your hold.
he groaned, and the vibrations of his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. “someone’s needy pushing me down like that.” miguel smiled, his drunk gaze meeting yours.
“you’re making me wait mig, please.” you beg, becoming impatient.
“aww, i’m making my poor baby wait aren’t i?” he cooed, spitting on your clit before sucking down on it. your back arched, slightly squirming out of his reach. he retrieved his tongue as his hand came down to thumb the nub while he kissed the skin on your inner thigh hungrily.
miguel’s fingers sunk into you, feeling up your squishy walls. “so dense.” he groaned, curling his fingers to aim that gummy spot within you. you writhed, and he didn’t stop there once he felt your pussy sucking his digits in hypnotically.
“m-miguel..i..i think i’m gonna—” you warn, feeling something palpitate. “yea? go on n’ gush around me, bebé.” with his encouragement you felt yourself clamp around him, your knees jerked and your orgasm crashed over you as heat flushed your cheeks. your body released its dopamine, and you moan out his name at last.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING FREAKS! 🏵️
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Thanksgiving headcanons for the Lotr crew
Its hosted in Rivendell but Elrond lets people extend the invite to others so everyone comes
Sam is in the kitchens from 6am cooking a million things-he also brought several side dishes premade
Frodo is all over the decorations and setting the table but he also made some cookies
Arwen is also very particular about this particularly the table
She has made a seating chart which she hopes will minimize squabbling
She has also set some ground rules like no dissing on your child’s interracial marriage (for Elrond and Thranduil)
Bilbo helps Sam cook in the morning but then he starts drinking around midday and doesn’t stop til he is dragged to bed by Frodo and Erestor
While Elrond is hosting he doesn’t do much just sits around and judges
He and Thranduil will be breaking Arwen’s rules
Thranduil and Gloin out drink Bilbo. They are having a silent drinking contest which has not been spoken of. Each one just decided to out drink the other
Thranduil wins cause he drinks like three bottles of a wine a day
Gimli and Legolas are just trying to avoid their parents
Thankfully Arwen sat them at the opposite end of the table
Unfortunately near Elrond who asks several awkward questions about how elf/dwarf sex works (he’s curious from a medical standpoint)
Bilbo drunkenly tells them how he had a dwarf boyfriend once so he totally understands what they’re going through at which point Frodo cuts off his wine supply
Frodo is actually trying to slow down Bilbo’s drinking all evening but with little success
Elladan and Elrohir have bonded with Merry and Pippin who introduced them to pipeweed. The four of them are stoned out of their minds and consequently eat more than everyone else. Arwen doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her brothers.
Aragorn is in charge of the turkey. Its excellent
He is mostly trying to hide from Elrond the whole time
Boromir tries to assist him with helpful turkey roasting tidbits but Aragorn would rather just do it himself
Eventually he assigns Boromir to the stuffing- its actually not bad
Erestor keeps Elrond occupied, they hang out and play chess in the middle of all the chaos
Glorfindel is the guy who is just ready for the holiday season to start
He keeps pestering Maglor to play Yule carols but Elrond’s rule is not until after dinner
Gandalf sits around and smokes and occasionally yells at Pippin. He takes turns hanging out with Bilbo and getting him drunker, hanging out with Elrond and Galadriel
Galadriel intimidates everyone no one knows where she was before or after dinner
Celeborn brought lembas rolls and cranberry sauce
Faramir makes a mean pumpkin pie
He’s just happy to be included. He fangirls over all the elves who indulge him mostly
Eowyn is enjoying watching the antics. She can’t cook for shit so she doesn’t bother to help with that but she does help clean up
So do Merry and Pippin but only because Gandalf forced them
Eomer brings “traditional Rohirric appetizers” and its smoked horse meat. Pippin and Sam are horrified to learn this.
Everyone has their favorite: Sam’s is obvs PO-TAY-TOES. Frodo likes cranberry sauce. Merry inhales stuffing. Pippin loves rolls.
Drunkest in order of most to least would be: Thranduil, Gloin, Bilbo, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn (but you can’t tell), Eomer, Eowyn, Glorfindel, Sam (he would’ve drunk more but he was busy cooking), Elladan, Elrohir (they’re so high they don’t drink much) Arwen (not a big drinker), Frodo(alcohol fucks with his anxiety so he just has one glass of wine) Faramir (who’s a teatotler cause he thinks if he did drink he’d become an alcoholic).
Lots of songs are sung before people start to retire for bed
Legolas and Gimli have sex really loudly between their fathers’ rooms to annoy them
Galadriel shows up around midnight and helps finish cleaning up
The clean up crew includes Eowyn, Merry, Faramir, Pippin, Gandalf, and Legolas and Gimli. They have a great time.
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Mandalorian Food-Related Terms & Phrases
Singular/Plural
kai/kaise(p) - food
kai'la - edible
jahaal'got - healthy food, nutritious, good for you
yai'yai - richly nourishing. Dense, high-calorie food, of great importance to people dependent on highly portable field rations
kaihaast/kaihaaste(p) - dry ration
behot/behote(p) - citrusy Mandalorian herb used in beverages, mildly antiseptic and stimulating. "He stopped at each tapcaf along the Chortav Meshurkaane and had a mug of hot shig, then ambled along the market stalls that lined the alley." (501st) "Mereel made her a pot of shig—a tisane made from a plant called behot—before getting on with examining the data." (True Colors)
gi/gise(p) - fish
gihaal/gihaale(p) - dried fish-meal (like pemmican - lasts for years but very pungent smell). "She opened the metal container, letting the pungent aroma of dried smoked fish escape into the kitchen. Gihaal kept for years without refrigeration, one of the staples of Mandalorian ration packs" (501st)
shatual/shatuale(p) - commonly eaten Mandalorian livestock animal. "That’s the shatual, by the way, roasted and sliced." (True Colors) "I say we get started on butchering that shatual if Rav hasn't already prepared it, Mer'ika. Perfect celebratory meal, if we had the whole clan here." (501st)
loras/lorase(p) - meat/flesh
warra/warra'se(p) - warra nuts. "Ooh, you got us some warra nuts! Hot ’n’ spicy, and salt ’n’ sour! Kandosii!" (501st)
papurgaat/papurgaate(p) - fruit
uj'alayi/uj'alayise(p) - dense, very sweet flat cake made of ground nuts, syrup, pureed dried fruit, and spice. "Sometimes Ordo felt just as he did when he was a small child and Skirata first towered above him: part of him was competent far beyond his years, and the rest was hollow terror because the kaminiise were going to kill him, but Skirata had snatched him and his brothers to safety and fed them all on uj’alayi, a sticky-sweet Mandalorian cake." (True Colors)
haarshun/haarshune(p) - thin bread/parchment bread - a thin sheet of bread dried to preserve it, and reconstituted in liquid. Mando ration-pack staple. Made properly, it's so thin you can read through it, hence the name; 'see-bread'.
epar - to eat
eparavur - to feast, devour
isirir - to taste
kai'goran/kai'gorane(p) - chef, someone who prepares food for eating
nadir - to cook/boil
ru'nadi - cooked (in the past)
ven nadi - will cook(future)
ke'nadi - cook (command)
hokaanir - cut/slice
ru'hokaani - cut/slice (past)
ven hokaani - will cut/slice
ke'hokaani - cut/slice (command)
hoshap/hoshape(p) - spoon
gaid/gaide(p) - plate- for armor or food use; armor was often used to heat food over open fires in the field
haili cetare! - "Tuck in! Enjoy! Lit. 'Fill your boots. “The others will show up when they smell the food. Haili cetare. Fill your boots." (501st)
Kaysh guur' skraan - "They love their food.”(Used affectionately)
skraan/skraane(p) - generic slang for a meal or food. “You won’t be fit for much without some decent skraan inside you.” (Order 66)
ori'skraan/ori'skraane(p) - a delicacy, a real treat in terms of food; a blow-out meal, a feast (slang), "big eats"
skraan’ikase/skraan'ikasese(p) - assorted small snacks like meze or tapas - "small eats" - a celebratory meal for Mandos because it can take hours to eat, and the dishes are often fiddly, a contrast to the easy-to-eat, quick meals necessary in the field. "Inside the house, the veshok table was laid with an impressive spread of skraan’ikase, an assortment of small fancy snacks that could be lingered over for hours." (501st)
epar'yaim/epar'yaime(p) - restaurant, canteen
sha’kajir - to have a mealtime conversation/to discuss over the dinner table/sitting down for a meal, like the French "à table" - the word for table comes from the word for level, flat, so the implication is one of equals breaking bread together
shig/shige(p) - tea- any infusion of whatever's available, but usually a mildly stimulant herb with a citrus flavor called behot. "He stopped at each tapcaf along the Chortav Meshurkaane and had a mug of hot shig, then ambled along the market stalls that lined the alley." (501st); "Mereel made her a pot of shig—a tisane made from a plant called behot—before getting on with examining the data." (True Colors)
tihaar/tihaare(p) - alcoholic drink - strong clear spirit made from fruit, like eau de vie. "Every tihaar was different, made from whatever local fruit was available" (501st)
ne'tra gal/ne'tra gale(p) - black ale/ sweet, almost spicy black beer similar to milk stout. "Ordo, sweat-streaked and visibly pleased with himself, halted the game to hand out mugs of ne’tra gal." (501st)
buy'ce gal/buy'ce gale(p) - pint of ale. "The chieftains and neighbors who drank here had become Fett’s cabinet, and if there was any serious attempt at government going on—Mando’ade regarded that as a deeply unhealthy and aruetyc thing—then it would only be tolerated over a buy’ce gal in the tapcaf."
papuur'gal/papuur'gale(p) - wine
pirun/pirune - water
gal’gala - invitation to drink/Let me buy you a drink/Have a drink. “Gal’gala?” (Bloodlines)
galar - pour
Ni copaani buy'ce gal - "I’d like a pint of ale"
Ni copaani buyc'ika cin papuur'gal - "I’d like a glass of white wine, please"
jatisyc - delicious
draluram - vivid - used only of food, to indicate strong, distinct flavor, lit. "bright mouth" - one of the four essentials of Mandalorian cooking
heturam - mouth-burn spicy-"mouthburn" - a sought-after state of intense burning in the mouth brought about by very spicy food
hetikles - nasal-burn spicy-burning sensation in the sinuses brought about by specific spices - Mandalorians prize this. "It was a blisteringly spicy meat-and-vegetable casserole, which had the prized characteristic of hetikles, pungent enough to burn the nasal passages, one of the four qualities in Mando cooking." (Order 66)
tiingilar/tiingilare(p) - spicy meat-and-vegetable casserole
hetikleyc - spicy, as in makes the sinuses burn (a sensation like eating horseradish or wasabi)
janad - spicy
paak - salt
pirpaak/pirpaake(p) - broth, soup. "salted water"
epan/epane(p) - stomach
lalat/lalate(p) - tongue
ni n'epa - "I don't eat it"
emuurir - like, enjoy (food, activities, etc)
haryc b’aalyc - "tired and emotional" - i.e. drunk. "Shysa went quiet and poured a third tihaar for himself. He tilted the bottle at Skirata in a mute offer of a top-up, but Skirata shook his head. If he wanted to get completely haryc b’aalyc—tired and emotional, as Mando’ade called it—then he’d wait until he got home." (501st)
lararyc - drunk (noisy, lively, and fun version)
batnor - blackout drunk
ruik - bittersweet root (chewed on). "Skirata, chewing vigorously on that bittersweet ruik root that he’d recently taken a liking to, stood with his fists in his jacket pockets, watching Jusik stepping delicately between chunks of debris." (Triple Zero) "Skirata was still chewing the ruik. She could smell it on his breath, sweet and floral." (Triple Zero)
neral/nerale(p) - grain, grains
shuk'la gett'se - rushed or ground nuts (topping or ingredient for uj)
uj'ayl/uj syrup - thick & sweet scented syrup used in cooking
pirur - to drink; ru'piru - drank; ven piru - will drink; ke'piru - drink (command)
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Keep On Rolling - MV1
Chapter Six
Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.
After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?
Right?
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A/N: I've actually had the best day (and it's only midday)! Did a couple of hours of studying, completing one of my essays, went to the outlet shop and found my perfect pair of cargos (my friends all look for xs so I feel bad when we go retail therapying, but I went alone and I'm so happy)
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Silverstone. Lando's home race. Y/N couldn't wait. Ever since she was a little girl, Silverstone had been one of her favourites. When they were kids, Y/N's father had taken her and Lando to Silverstone. It was the first race Y/N had ever attended, and the race that let Y/N fall in love with Formula One.
It had been a full month since Y/N had last spoken to the current world champion. Y/N didn't know why Max wasn't speaking to her. Or answering her text messages. He'd been missing out of Y/N's life completely for the last month.
For once, Y/N had nothing special planned for Silverstone. Just a simple Q and A video.
Y/N missed the Friday free practice. Where she'd usually be there to watch Lando and the rest of her friends (namely Charles), but, this time, she was at home with her family.
British families had some weird traditions and Y/N's family was no exception. Every Sunday in the winter months they ate a huge roast dinner and every Sunday in the summer was reserved for having a barbeque.
With a job like Y/N's, she didn't much get to see her family. She was always away at the grand prix or the city hosting them. Her family missed her, sure, but they knew she was living her dream. So, whenever she was home, Y/N made sure to visit them.
Y/N sat at the dining table, checking her phone. Nothing from Lando, nothing from Charles, nothing from Danny. Nothing from... Max.
That was the most upsetting thing. Y/N hadn't spoken to Max in so long. She didn't realise she'd miss him until he disappeared. There had been a couple of times where she'd text him, but he'd only read it, not respond. Y/N was getting desperate. Desperate to hear from him, but they weren't in a place where she could beg. Right?
"Dinner!" Y/N's mother shouted as she and her brother ran in the dishes. Chicken, potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips and more. Y/N's mother always went above and beyond with roast dinner. It was a whole performance for her.
Y/N allowed her mother to plate up her food. It was something she loved doing whenever Y/N was home, her way to welcome her back. "Mum, do you think we can watch the free practice?" She asked as her mother placed a Yorkshire pudding onto her plate.
"What? No way!" Her brother suddenly shouted across the table. "If Y/N gets to watch formula one I get to watch football!"
"Neither of you are watching anything. Y/N is going to make the most of being here with us before she makes her way up to Silverstone, okay?"
Y/N's mother was not a scary woman, not by any means. But, when she commanded something, it happened. Y/N and her brother nodded as they tucked into their food.
Y/N checked her last messages to Lando and Max beneath the table. Lando hadn't yet seen her message, but Max hadn't responded. A small part of her wanted to throw her phone at the nearest wall, but she didn't. Instead, Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket and tightened her hand in a fist, nails digging into her palm.
Her family could tell something was wrong. Normally it was non-stop chatter about the world of the paddock. But, aside from her request to watch the free practice, Y/N didn't talk about formula one at all. Even when her brother tried to ask, Y/N answered with single words.
That night, in her childhood bedroom, Y/N looked at the pictures of her and Lando. Them in school, them at Lydden Hill for Lando's Karting career. Silverstone when Lando was in F2, Lando when he first joined McLaren and that was it. The rest of the pictures were in Y/N's own apartment, a place she hardly saw the point in paying for when she rarely lived there.
Her phone began to ring. Picking it up, Y/N placed it to her ear. "Hey, Lan," she said to her best friend as soon as she answered.
"How's your mum? How's your brother? How's the cat?" He asked quickly.
The cat in question was currently sleeping on Y/N's bed. The moment she moved out, the cat began living in her room, sleeping on her bed or in the empty closet.
"Mum is good, brother is good, cat is good," she said, sitting beside the cat and stroking her fur. "How was free practice? I tried to watch on the television but Mum wouldn't let me."
Lando told her all about free practice and how his day at Silverstone had been. He told her about the media things she and Oscar had to do, the fun he and Carlos had been having and more.
When he fell silent, Y/N found herself asking a difficult question. "Lan, is Max okay?" She asked him. "Does he hate me or something?"
"No," Lando answered quickly. "Why would he hate you?"
"Can you tell him to answer my texts then please."
Lando didn't answer that. How could he, when he was the reason for Max's silence? But, he couldn't tell Y/N, either. He could tell her that he was the reason Max was refusing to speak to her. So, Lando took it in a different direction.
"What's going on with you and Max?" He asked. His tone was genuinely curious, leading Y/N away from his crime.
Y/N shook her head. "Lan, nothing. Nothing is going on with Max and I. He was just the only person who let me interview him in Monaco. He just happened to be the person who helped me out after the drunken quiz video. Why does that mean something has to be going on with us?"
Again, Lando didn't answer. Guilt ripped through him. He was selfish, a selfish little boy. He drove Max away from Y/N just because he didn't want to lose his best friend
Lando was quick to end the call. He said his goodbyes and left Y/N to it. Max liked Y/N, he knew that much. But did she like him? God, he felt like a child back in secondary school as he thought about it.
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"Hey guys, welcome to the Silverstone weekend," Y/N said to the camera as she sat on her bed with her cat in her lap. "As you can see, we are not in a hotel room for once. We are actually in my childhood bedroom and we have a visitor." Y/N held the cat up to the camera and waved her paw.
"Today we're going to be going in with a Q and A video," she said, pulling up her phone. "I know a lot of you have a lot of questions around how and why I do what I do, and I'm going to answer them all."
She went into her twitter and pulled up her first question. "Right, question one. How did you meet Lando?" She read and put the phone down. "Oh, what a story this is," she said and let out a little laugh. "When Lando and I first met each other, we hated each other. We were eleven years old, both starting at secondary school. In maths we got sat beside each other, and it all kicked off from there.
"Lando was so loud! Seriously, he did not stop talking. And he spread his stuff to my side of the desk, which really pissed me me off. So, I told him to shut up and he told me to bleep off, and then we became best friends."
The cat in her lap was purring as Y/N stroked her. She grabbed her phone and checked for the next question. There had been a lot on there asked about the nature of her relationship with Charles and her relationship with Max. They were things she wouldn't get into, only because it would make the situation so much worse.
"Ah, what do you do when you're not travelling around?" She read and put the phone back down. "Well, I travel to the grand prix and then I explore the city the grand prix is held in with my friends. These bits I don't usually film, but I'm considering doing city vlogs. If you guys would like to see this, drop a comment."
Y/N went on and on, reading through the questions. There were many about hers and Lando's friendship, many that allowed her to grab pictures of little Lando from the wall.
"What is your favourite quote from anyone on the grid at the minute?" She read.
It made her grin. "Well, I've got one that I use all the time which is when Charles says 'Lando we can be world champions', but I'm a big fan of those noises Danny makes? You know, 'ki ki ki ra!'" She shouted.
There was a noise from downstairs, her mother shouting a complaint.
After getting through at least twenty of the questions, Y/N checked the time on her phone. "Oh my," she gasped when she saw how late it was. Or, rather, how early in the morning it was. "I guess that's the end of the video," she said to the camera. "Thank you guys for watching. Like, subscribe and I'll see you at Silverstone," she said and got up to switch off the camera.
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Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight: Someone’s Something
Plot: Joel, Y/n and Ellie meet Henry and Sam, who try to convince them to team up to find their way out of Kansas City together.
Word Count: 7.1k
Warnings: tlou ep.5 spoilers, languge, implied smut, guns, mention of death, sa and loss of a child (16+)
A/N: Happy Valentines, y’all!! My gift to you is some light heartbreak with some fluff to soften the blow 😉
As always, this series is 16+ and I will not be adding anyone to the taglist unless your age is specified in your bio. Gotta look out for younger eyes 👀
Y’all have blown this lil’ ficlet idea up so much, I’m still shocked it’s this loved. I’m so excited to finish out the second half of the season with you guys. Hang onto your butts 🤍
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July 1st, 2002. Austin, Texas.
Y/n had integrated perfectly into the Miller’s life. Sarah adored her, Tommy loved her, and Joel couldn’t get enough of her. He’d never admit it to Sarah, but he was thankful that she’d taken matters into her own hands and snuck down to the hardware store that June day.
In the beginning of July, Sarah went away to a two-week summer camp. Joel and Y/n had seen her off on the bus, Joel fussing over whether or not she had everything she’d need. He didn’t do well when she was gone for more than a day, a combination of missing her dearly and parental worry. Y/n had made it her goal over the course of her trip to distract him as much as she could.
They’d made a dinner date at Joel’s house the day Sarah left, the first of fourteen that Y/n had to keep him busy. His days would be consumed by work, but his nights belonged to them. Y/n knocked on the front door of the house, carrying a six pack she’d picked up on the way.
Joel hurried to the door, swinging it open and enveloping Y/n in a hug. She laughed, clinging to his neck as he literally dragged her into the house. Joel’s lips were on her the second the door shut.
“Missed you,” he mumbled between kisses.
“You saw me, like, six hours ago,” Y/n managed to say.
“Way too long,” Joel smiled against her lips.
Y/n chuckled, “Yeah, well, if I die from lack of oxygen,” she wiggled a hand between their smushed chests, “You’re gonna miss me a whole lot more.”
Joel wrapped an arm around her neck, smiling so big his cheeks hurt. That was the effect Y/n had on him. She’d turned his curmudgeon qualities, plying them like clay until they were soft. He was a new man with her in his life.
“Joel,” she said softly.
“Yeah?” He was barely taking in her words, focused on how her lips were starting to swell from his attention.
“What’s burning?”
It didn’t register at first, then he remembered the food was still in the oven. “Shit,” he muttered, letting her go to run back to the kitchen and save their dinner.
Y/n chuckled, kicking off her shoes and heading in to help him.
Joel’s attempt at a simple roast chicken and potatoes turned out slightly crispy, but good, all in all. They’d eaten it at the table, Joel’s hands stretched across the surface to hold Y/n’s.
After their meal, they retired to the living room. Joel turned on the stereo and fell onto the couch, Y/n laying her legs across his lap.
“Well, day one’s almost over,” she said, “How’re you feeling?”
Joel sighed, “She called earlier when they got there. Sounded real excited.”
“And you could not sound happier about it,” Y/n chortled, “Joel, she’s going to be fine.”
“I know that, it’s just,” Joel strroked his hand over Y/n’s calf, “It’s been me and her for…ever. When she’s off it just…”
Y/n watched her boyfriend with soft eyes, waiting for him to say more.
“I know she’s growin’ up, she’s always been independent, but,” he paused staring down at his hands, “It gets easier and easier for her every year to get on that bus. Makes me think about the day she’ll leave for good.”
“You know that no matter where she goes,” Y/n offered, “She’s always coming back here. She loves you too much.”
Joel gently smiled, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s leg. She always knew the right thing to say.
“And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she kinda loves me too,” Y/n smirked.
“Yeah, well, there’s a lot to work with there,” Joel winked.
Y/n giggled, her eyes drifting over Joel’s shoulder to the corner of the living room. An acoustic guitar sat propped up in a stand.
“Y’know, I still haven’t heard you play,” she said, nodding to the instrument.
For as much as he loved music, he still got a little bashful about his talent. “I sound like everyone else,” he replied.
“Yeah, nice try,” Y/n wasn’t so easily discouraged, “Play me something.”
Much like his daughter, there wasn’t a lot Joel could deny Y/n. If it was going to make her smile, he’d gladly do it. He lifted her legs off of him and went to retrieve the guitar.
“Does the audience have any requests?” Joel asked, settling back down beside her and fiddling with the tuning pegs.
Y/n tucked her legs into her chest, barely containing her grin, “Something sweet.”
Joel finished tuning the guitar and took his position. He hadn’t played for anyone other than Sarah in a very long time.
The first pluck of the strings relaxed them both, Joel settled into the piece quickly. Y/n watched his fingers dance up and down the string, a series of movements only he knew. It sounded like an old folk song, the kind that told the tale of doomed lovers torn apart by tragedy. She had enough musical knowledge to know it was in a minor key. Sweet, it was not, but it was brimming with passion, and the way Joel watched the strings so intensely only added to it. Y/n was taken aback by the simple beauty of him, pouring himself into the music.
When it was over, a few final notes slowing the tempo before stopping entirely, Joel looked over to Y/n, a whisper of a smile playing upon his lips. Their eyes connected, the ever present flame between them stretching the distance between their bodies. In that moment, Joel was thankful they were alone.
In the same set of seconds, Joel blindly set the guitar down to the side and Y/n surged forward, the two of them meeting in a heated kiss. Y/n held both of Joel’s cheeks in her hands while he maneuvered her on top of him, their lips never losing their connection. The sadness of the song had drawn them together, both needing to feel the fullness of each other’s devotion to counter the loss that the notes had grieved. That wasn’t them, they said with each touch, it could never be them.
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September 28th, 2002. Austin, Texas.
Fall had hit Texas, as much as it could affect the south, anyway. Sarah and Y/n were in the backyard of the Milller home. Sarah had her first soccer game of the season that weekend and she wanted to get in some extra practice.
“Okay,” Y/n called from the goal, “Don’t go easy on me.”
“Yeah, right,” Sarah scoffed, she was never afraid to show the full force of her talent on the field. Faking Y/n out, she broke to the left before making a sudden right turn and shooting the ball through the goal.
“Yes,” she exclaimed, pulling her fists down in celebration.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Y/n smirked, coming up beside Sarah as she did a little victory dance, “Don’t get too cocky. Let’s work on your goalkeeping.”
Sarah grooved her way back to the goal, “Okay, but I’m kinda spectacular at that too.”
“Well, we certainly don’t need to work on your confidence,” Y/n remarked. Sarah had the same cockiness, reserved only for things she was truly great at, as her father.
Joel materialized then, coming through the back door and watching his girls from the deck. “How we lookin’?”
“Today, Taft Middle School,” Y/n replied, catching the ball with her heel as Sarah kicked it, “Tomorrow, FIFA.”
Joel smiled proudly, both at Sarah and Y/n. Most women would have kept distance between them and their partner’s child. Y/n had jumped in headfirst, determined to be there for Sarah as much as she wanted her. She was the feminine influence his daughter had been denied all her life.
“Alright,” Y/n announced, “Good?”
Sarah nodded, “Good.”
Joel saw an opportunity and couldn’t pass it up. He carefully made his way down the steps of the deck, sneaking through the grass and up behind Y/n just as she was about to make her shot. As she wound her leg back, Joel wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her into the air.
Y/n shrieked as she was swung around, “Joel!”
“Sarah, steal it,” he yelled, smiling as Y/n wriggled in his embrace.
Sarah surged forward, avoiding Y/n’s flailing legs as she fought against Joel, and snatched the ball. She moved through the grass effortlessly and landed a perfect kick into the net.
Laughing heartily, Joel finally released Y/n back to the ground. He shared a high-five with his daughter as she bounded back to them.
“You two are awful,” Y/n gave Joel a shove to his chest, her wide grin contradicting her words.
Joel hung an arm around his girlfriend’s neck, pressing a kiss to her temple. “C’mon,” he separated from Y/n and clapped his hands, “Two-on-one, girls vs. boys.”
“We’re gonna destroy you,” Sarah teased, coming to stand beside Y/n.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he quipped, standing in front of the goal.
The three of them stayed out until sunset, practicing plenty, but laughing more than anything.
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December 25th, 2002. Austin, Texas.
The Millers didn’t do anything spectacular for Christmas. A church service on the 24th, a simple dinner on the 25th, and presents.
It had been decided that both Tommy and Y/n would spend the night, it would make waking up and opening gifts easier than waiting for them to drive over. Tommy had taken the collapsable cot, his body was still used to military accommodations, while Y/n had gone for the couch. Joel and her were still hesitant to spend nights together, sleeping over at the other’s only when Sarah was away at her own sleepovers. Christmas didn’t feel like the time to test any boundaries.
Just past midnight, Y/n was still wide awake, tossing and turning on the sofa. There was a light snowfall happening outside and she hoped if she watched the flakes flutter through the air long enough, she’d drift off to sleep. So far, she’d had no such luck.
She took stock of the living room in its entirety. A fresh pine tree sat in the corner, a modest stack of presents surrounding the trunk. Two stockings were hung on the walls, Sarah and Joel’s names stitched across each. The room still faintly smelled like the batch of cookies her and Sarah had baked earlier in the evening. Even in the dark and completely silent, the house felt warm.
Footsteps down the stairs drew Y/n’s attention away from the decorations. She expected to see Sarah tiptoeing in to sneak a peek at the presents. Instead, Joel’s broad shadow entered the room.
“Can’t sleep?” Y/n asked from the couch.
Joel shook his head, “Nope.”
Y/n gave a small nod, pretending like the silence wasn’t as full of asking as it was. Joel’s posture had purpose in it, he wasn’t leaving until he got what he came for.
He tipped his head back towards the stairs, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s. “C’mon,” he said, his voice raspy with near sleep.
Y/n smiled to herself, throwing off her blanket and crossing the room to take Joel’s hand. The two of them tiptoed back up the stairs, trying not to wake Sarah or Tommy. Y/n knew the walk to Joel’s bedroom like the back of her hand, navigating in the dark made no difference. She certainly didn’t need Joel’s hands on her hips to guide her, but she welcomed them anyway.
Once the door shut, their routine commenced. Joel went to his dresser, blindly reaching into one of his drawers and tossing Y/n one of his flannels. Y/n slipped it on over her t-shirt, the sleeves ending way past the tips of her fingers. They made their way to their dedicated sides of the bed, Joel closest to the door because he felt better being a wall of protection between Y/n and the world.
“We have to get up before Sarah,” Y/n reminded him.
“We’ve got a 50% chance of makin’ it down before her,” Joel said, his hands gliding around her body to pull her into him, “Christmas morning, she’s up at the crack of dawn.”
Y/n drew closer to Joel, resting one hand on his chest and the other gripping the back of his neck. Already, she could feel her body relaxing in a way the couch just couldn’t coax out of her.
All the tension Joel had been carrying in his spine went lax the moment Y/n’s fingers grazed his skin. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep without her.
“Thank you,” she said out of the blue.
“For what?” Joel asked.
Y/n’s fingers danced along the line between the ends of his hair and the base of his skull. “For letting me be a part of all this,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Joel’s heart swelled, he took one of her cheeks into his hand and let their lips drift towards one another. Six months in, and he wasn’t sure if he could fall any harder in love with Y/n. She wasn’t just his, she was theirs. She was a permanent fixture in their home, the house a little less bright when she was absent from it. She had become a confidante to Sarah, a best friend to Tommy and everything to Joel. How could he not want her in every part of their lives?
“‘M afraid you’re stuck with us, Rosebud,” Joel smiled after he pulled back, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone.
“No place I’d rather be,” Y/n returned his grin.
Pressing one final kiss to her forehead, Joel tucked Y/n against his chest, his chin resting atop her head. She let her hand drift around to his back, her fingers spreading across the expanse as she tried to hold as much of him as she could. They fell asleep within minutes, the gentle snowstorm outside creating beauty that would only enhance the magic of Christmas for the Miller family.
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2023. Kansas City, Missouri.
“Eye on me! Eyes on me!”
Joel’s eyes slid to the other side of the room, to the man with the barrel of his gun pointed at Ellie. Her and Y/n both had their hands raised high.
“You don’t have to worry about what to say,” the young man said, “We don’t wanna hurt you. We wanna help you.”
Joel watched him, he was shifting his weight between both feet, no expert marksman was that nervous to threaten someone’s life. Joel felt significantly better about his chances.
“Okay.”
“Okay, um…” the young man paused, “I don’t know what the next step is with something like this, but if I lower my gun…we didn’t hurt you…so you don’t hurt us…right?”
Joel stared him down, “That’s right.”
“That’s a weird fuckin’ tone, man,” their enemy replied.
“That’s just the way he sounds,” Ellie interrupted, first looking to the stranger and then back to Joel, “He has an asshole voice. Joel, tell him he’s okay.”
Joel stared, nearly a hint of a smirk at his lips, “Everything is great.”
“Dude…” Ellie muttered.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Y/n intervened, looking to the man, “Now drop the fucking guns before I second guess myself.”
“That wasn’t any better,” Ellie exclaimed.
“Fuck! Okay, listened,” the stranger started, his voice practically trembling, “I’m gonna trust you.”
He then stopped to signal something to the child, Y/n recognized it as ASL. They communicated something none of them could understand.
“But if any of you guys try anything,” the man kept his gun aimed at Ellie, nodding to Joel and Y/n, “Yeah? Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ellie whispered, her heart was in her throat.
The child backed away from Joel and Y/n’s mattress, his aim still firmly locked onto them. Y/n was trying to get her heartbeat back down to a normal range.
“Can I sit up?” Joel asked, his voice was still on edge.
“Yeah,” the stranger conceded, “Slow. Get up slow.”
Joel obeyed, rising to a seated position without any rush. He raised his hands, the left one grazing Y/n’s injured right. Shockingly, the fleeting touch made her feel a little less nervous. If Joel was good for nothing else, at least he was a good fighter. They could get out of this easily, if necessary.
“Who are you?” Joel asked.
“My name’s Henry,” the now-named stranger answered, “That’s my brother, Sam. I’m the most wanted man in Kansas City. Although right now,” Henry finally lowered his gun, “My guess is you’re running a close second. Her too.”
Y/n and Joel looked to one another, that ambush was going to come back to bite them in the ass, one way or another.
“Henry,” Y/n spoke up, lowering her hands and laying them palm up in her lap, “We’re gonna need a lot more than that.”
The five of them ended up huddled around a lantern, snacking on their dwindling food supply and waiting for the rest of the story to unfold. Henry had made it clear that he had to get some food in his brother first. It had been Ellie’s idea to share what they had left.
“Where’d you get these?” Henry asked, chewing on a cracker.
“From Bill,” Ellie answered, “He’s dead.”
Y/n and Joel had been watching Sam, digging into what they’d shared with him as if he hadn’t eaten in days. There was a real possibility of it, or something along the lines. They both wordlessly handed what was left of their portions to the boy, who in return, signed something to his brother.
“He says ‘thank you,’” Henry relayed, “I’m guessing you don’t have much so, this means a lot.”
“How old is he?” Ellie asked.
The brothers talked amongst themselves, with Henry answering, “He’s eight.”
Ellie nodded, “Cool. I’m Ellie.”
“Y/n,” Y/n spoke up, wanting to try and make the child feel as comfortable as the circumstances would allow.
Henry spelled out the names for Sam, who responded with a sign that both Y/n and Ellie assumed meant ‘cool.’
Ellie smiled before smacking Joel on the knee and waiting for him to introduce himself.
“I’m Joel,” he swallowed his last bite, “Look, you ate, we didn’t kill each other, let’s call this a win-win and move on.”
Henry dusted off his hands, “Well, I’m betting that y’all came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out. And when the sun’s up, I’ll show you one.”
Joel and Y/n thought it over separately before glancing over at one another. If Henry hadn’t killed them by now, he wouldn’t. He already knew their supply was low, the only reason he was sticking around was because he needed something from them.
“Okay,” Y/n answered for them, earning a quick turn and glare from Joel, “Sam can take our bed. As soon as morning hits, you show us the route.”
Henry scoffed, “Just like that you’re gonna trust us?”
“I know the eyes of a liar, Henry,” Y/n leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee, “And you don’t have ‘em. You weren’t even going to kill us in the first place, and you certainly weren’t gonna make him do it.”
Joel was ready to jump in at any second, but Y/n spoke with such precision and intention, he couldn’t come up with any reason to stop her.
“So how about we get some sleep,” Y/n continued, “And tackle this tomorrow?”
Henry’s eyes focused in on Y/n, someone as calculated as she was was either the most honest person on the planet or so calcuating and conniving, they could deceive the worst of humanity.
“Okay,” he landed on trust, “First thing.”
Ellie and Sam settled onto their makeshift mattresses, while the adults sat against the walls of the apartment. Henry on one side, Joel and Y/n on the other.
“What happened to equals?” Joel asked, the edge to his words undercutting the softness of their volume.
“Would what you have said been any different?” Y/n countered, watching as Joel tried to come up with an answer that differed from hers, “Exactly.”
The two of them stayed close to one another, without actually touching. Y/n was still slightly rattled from waking up with Joel’s hand over hers.
“Although my fucking neck’s gonna be messed up all day,” Y/n mumbled, trying to find a comfortable position to rest her head against the wall.
While they trusted an already sleeping Henry enough not to kill them, instinct told both Y/n and Joel to not leave themselves in such a vulnerable positon again. Sleeping sitting up was the only option that would allow them a little bit of rest.
And Joel hated what he was about to offer.
“You can…” he pointed to his shoulder, “If you want.”
“I don’t want” Y/n quickly replied.
Joel sighed in exasperation, “Forget I offered.”
He crossed his arms and settled against the wall, shutting his eyes and shutting down his momentary lapse into generosity.
Y/n inhaled, trying to get over herself. She was getting way too much up close and personal time with Joel to feel comfortable. But it was either another dose or a hideous day of lingering discomfort without the blessing of Ibuprofen.
She awkwardly scooted closer to him until their thighs were touching, causing Joel to open one eye. He looked down at their parallel bodies and back to Y/n.
“Just don’t grab my hand,” she grumbled, laying her head down on his shoulder and praying that her stomach stayed unaffected.
Joel’s body stiffened as she rested on him, a quick shot of adrenaline running through his extremities. He wanted to pretend to be unmoved, unbothered by her touch, but it was impossible. He would never fully be without affection for the way she felt against him.
“Go ahead,” Y/n said, sensing his discomfort but mistaking it for simply physical.
Joel hesitated a few seconds before shaking himself out of his doubt and resting his head on top of Y/n’s.
When the weight of Joel’s skull fell on hers, Y/n’s natural instincts took over and she almost, almost, tucked into him more. It was by the grace of God that she caught herself before she did it. No matter how hard her mind loathed him, her body would have accepted him back in a heartbeat.
The two ex-lovers sat against the wall, still trying to convince themselves that they were miles apart.
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Just as the night before, they woke up so much closer than intended.
Y/n had fully curled into Joel, snuggling into his chest at some point during their glorified nap. When she woke up to the rough scratch of his flannel agaisnt her cheek, drowsiness did not immediately remind her she was in the year 2023. In her sleep-adled state, it was winter of 2002.
When consciousness pulled her back to the land of the living, she lightly groaned. Why were their sleeping selves making everything so complicated?
Y/n rolled off of Joel, causing him to sharply inhale. He blinked a few times, rubbed a hand over his face and evaluated the room. Henry was still asleep, but Sam and Ellie were already awake and sitting on the edges of their beds.
Y/n was beside him, at least twelve inches of space between them.
“I do anything in my sleep?” Joel asked.
Y/n shook her head, sucking on her bottom lip, “Nope.”
Joel wasn’t buying it, “Then whydya got that look on your face?”
“I know why,” Ellie teased in a sing-song tone.
Y/n let out two loud claps, startling Henry awake, and got to her feet. “Rise and shine, time to work.”
Joel stayed on the ground, watching how fast she moved around the room. Something had happened and it had messed with her. He ran a hand over his right shoulder, noticing that it was warm when the rest of him felt cold. He peered back over at Y/n, rifling through her backpack to find Ellie and Sam breakfast. He watched how she crouched down and handed the kids what was assuredly the lion’s share of her rations. How she held up a questioning thumbs up to Sam, who in return, smiled and copied the gesture. How she cared. She still cared so much.
It was killing him.
But there were bigger things to worry about than the stirring in his heart for the woman who perhaps, hadn’t changed that much at all.
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Once fed and watered, the group of five headed a few floors up to the apartment building’s conference room. Henry had promised it had the best view of the city.
“Welcome to Killa City,” he announced, showcasing the place in daylight through the massive windows.
“No FEDRA,” Joel observed.
“Not as of ten days ago, no,” Henry replied.
“We always heard KC FEDRA was-“
“Monsters? Savages?” Henry finished for Joel, “Yeah, you heard right. Raped and tortured and murdered people for twenty years.”
Y/n looked down at her shoes, “Fucking hell.” It was stories like Kansas City that were one of her reasons for joining the Fireflies.
“And you know what happens when you do that to people?” Henry continued, “The moment they get a chance, they do it right back to you.”
“But you’re not FEDRA,” Joel stated.
Henry paused before answering, “No…worse. I’m a collaborator.”
Joel shook his head, “I don’t work with rats.”
Y/n wasn’t so quick to walk away, Henry had too much of a heart it seemed to be a true collaborator. He had a story.
“Yeah, you fucking do,” Henry said, “Today you do, ‘cause I live here and you two don’t. That’s how I followed you here. I know this city and I’m gonna help you out.”
Joel watched Henry as he spoke, trying to see through him, “Why help us?”
“I saw what you two did,” Henry answered, “The way you killed those men. Now I know where to go, but I don’t know how to make it through alone, not if it’s just Sam and me.”
“You seem capable enough,” Joel replied, “You’re armed.”
“You’re wrong and wrong,” Henry said, “Never killed anyone. And pointing an unloaded gun at you was the closest I’ve ever come to being violent.”
Y/n nodded, no one let their hand shake that much when holding a loaded gun.
“So that’s the deal,” Henry stated, “I show you the way, you clear the way.”
Joel didn’t need anyone else slowing them down or making them more noticeable. And partnering with Henry would only make them bigger targets.
At the table behind them, Ellie and Sam were seated, reading from Ellie’s pun book. The energy was divided down the room; the grown-up side was deathy heavy while the kid’s side was warm and uplifting.
“Haven’t heard that in a long time,” Henry smiled, watching his little brother laugh.
Joel turned back to the window as he tried to put distance between him and the moment. Y/n glanced over at him, watching as the cogs in his mind turned. Her mind was already made up, it would have been wonderful if they could avoid an argument.
“So how’re we getting out?” Joel relented, turning to Henry.
Henry fetched a piece of paper from one of the drawers, office supplies had never been in high demand post-pandemic. He sketched out a square, writing down the names of the roads that cut through the city.
“Highways…” he pointed to one section, “Downtown,” then to the other, “Us. This whole area belongs to Kathleen.”
“And she is…?” Y/n asked, standing between Joel and Henry.
“Leader of the resistance,” Henry answered, “You can see the way we’re bounded by highways. They got people posted all around the inside perimeter. If we get close, we get caught. No question.”
“So how do we get across?” Ellie asked.
Henry banged a fist against the table to get Sam’s attention, signing something to him after. Sam went to drawing on his magnetic erase pad, Joel wasn’t made to feel any better about a kid being involved in the planning of their escape.
Sam held up his pad, having written the word ‘Tunnels’ on it.
Henry snapped his fingers, “Boom.”
“Kansas City has a subway?” Joel asked.
“No,” Henry answered, “But they do have maintenance tunnels. There’s a bunch of buildings all put up by the same developers. And they share these tunnels, including…” he pointed down to a specific section of his sketch, “A bank building here,” he began to draw their route, “So we enter the tunnels here, travel underground, and pop up here. Westside North. Residential. There’s an embankment on the other side of the houses. We head down, pedestrian bridge over the river,” Henry dropped his pencil, “Free as a bird.”
“You’re right,” Joel admitted, “It’s a great plan. So what do you need us for?”
Henry hesitated a moment, “You notice anything strange about this city? I mean, other than the strange shit you’ve already seen?”
“No Infected?” Ellie guessed before Y/n and Joel could.
“Oh, there’s Infected,” Henry replied, “Just not on the surface. FEDRA drove them underground fifteen years ago, and never let them come back up. It’s the only good thing those fascist motherfuckers ever did.’
Joel looked between Y/n and Ellie, “So you want us goin’ into a tunnel?”
“Everyone thinks that it’s full of Infected,” Henry quickly corrected, he sensed Joel’s doubt, “Including Kathleen, which means that we’re not gonna be running into any of her people. But you see, what I know is…it’s empty.”
“You know this?” Y/n questioned, “You’ve seen it? With your own eyes?”
“No,” Henry replied.
Joel took a deep breath, hands on his hips again. Y/n sighed and rested her elbows on the table. Henry was losing them both.
“But the FEDRA guy that I worked with told me that it’s clean,” the young man continued, “Completely clean. They cleared it out. All of it.”
“How long ago?” Y/n asked, shutting her eyes as if it could shut out their problems.
“Like,” Henry shrugged, “Three years ago.”
Joel scoffed, glancing to Ellie as if asking if she was believing this either.
“Okay, maybe there’s one or two,” Henry quickly said, “But you can handle it.”
“You’re making this sound a whole lot simpler than it is,” Y/n responded, looking to Joel, whose eyes were already expectantly waiting on her. “We need a minute.
Y/n pushed open the glass doors, bringing them outside the conference room and giving them a sliver of privacy.
Joel pointed a finger behind them, “You still feel good about this?”
“Not exceptionally, no,” she answered truthfully, “But we don’t exactly have a lot of other options, now do we?”
“If this guy’s gonna endanger our lives more than if we were on our own,” Joel argued, “Then we’re better off-“
“Fighting our way through a city we’ve never been in with targets the size of Texas on our backs?” Y/n finished for him, “Look, I don’t wanna go down there either. But we’re guaranteed a very slow, very painful death if we go it alone. I’d rather have allies and stand a chance, at least.”
Joel wanted to fight tooth and nail, but he knew she was right. She’d always had a talent for being right.
“Plus, it’ll give you plenty to lord over Tommy’s head when we get to Wyoming,” Y/n quipped, her mouth still frowned but her eyes were lit up with humor.
Joel huffed, he’d have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire. The thought of seeing his brother and his ex together again was a sight he didn’t think he’d ever be ready to see.
Without another word, and a silent concession from Joel, the two of them marched back into the conference room where the debate was still being held.
Henry pointed to Ellie, “She says y’all fought off two Clickers. Is that true?”
Joel and Y/n uncomfortably shifted, the dread sweeping over them.
“And you’re still alive,” Henry stated, “You see? You’re the right people. If it gets bad down there, we turn around, and run right back out the same way we came.”
Joel was about one poorly constructed sentence away from giving the whole idea up, “Oh, that’s your great plan?”
“No, that’s my dicey-as-fuck plan,” Henry fired back, “But as far as I can tell, it’s our only shot.”
Sam signed something to Henry.
“They’re saying,” Henry narrated as he signed back, “They’re going to help us escape,” he turned back to the party, “Right?”
Y/n rolled her eyes, “That was a low fuckin’ blow, man.”
Henry didn’t seem bothered at all by the manipulation.
Joel’s jaw twitched as he thought it all over. Y/n could practically feel his unease. She craned her neck back, muttering more into his body than at him, “Lesser of two evils.”
With every fiber of his being, Joel wanted to fight. But instead, he let his hands fall against his legs, admitting defeat.
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The team got across the city with minimal close calls, every once in a while there’d be a truck or patrol group to avoid. They got to the bank building intact and only slightly out of breath.
“We need to get outta sight,” Joel said, every entrance/exit of the place was structured in a glass wall.
“Uh, I-I-I think it’s this way,” Henry pointed towards one of the halls, the rest of them following.
They trailed through the building till they hit a back door, hopefully leading to the tunnel entrance. Joel and Y/n entered it cautiously with their guns drawn.
“This should be it,” Henry announced, “You ready?”
Joel looked to Ellie, “Get your gun out.”
Rebelling in her own small way, once again, Ellie pulled out the gun from her jacket pocket. At this point, Joel wasn’t surprised in the least that she wasn’t heeding his advice. Him and Y/n marched forward regardless and took the lead. They entered through another door, delivering them into the tunnel system.
“You see?” Henry proved, “It’s empty. The plan is good.”
Joel and Y/n quickly shushed him. “‘The plan is good?’” Joel repeated, “We’ve been down here two seconds. We don’t know anything.”
Henry looked to Ellie, “Your dad’s kind of a pessimist.”
“I’m not her dad.”
“He’s not my dad.”
“He’s not her dad.”
Joel, Y/n and Ellie’s protests overlapped.
“Just point your light forward,” Joel instructed, tightly gripping his own, “And be ready to run.”
Y/n steadied her breathing and began to move beside Joel down the underground maze.
They walked for around an hour, snaking down the sets of tunnels, holding their flashlights and handguns as if they were life itself. Eventually, they turned down a hall with child’s art painted all along it. The door was even painted as castle. All of them examined the walls in quiet confusion.
Sam bounded forward, wanting to go through and explore. Joel threw his hand out to stop him, “No.”
Y/n tucked her flashlight under her chin and gripped her pistol, sharing an affirmative nod with Joel that they were ready. He slowly turned the doorknob and it creaked open, revealing a room that looked…civilized.
The whole place looked like a daycare center. There were toys scattered throughout storage bins, art and books against the walls, small cups, and a faded soccer goal painted across one of the cinderblock walls.
“I heard about places this this,” Joel commented, taking stock of their surroundings, “People went underground after Outbreak Day. Built settlements.”
“What happened to them?” Ellie asked.
“Maybe they didn’t follow the rules and all got infected,” Joel replied.
While Ellie and Sam sat down, playing with a few of the toys, Y/n, Henry and Joel scanned the room. Whoever had been living there, they’d been gone long enough for a layer of dust to settle across everything.
“Hey,” Joel called to Ellie who was being a little too loud, “Keep it down. We’re not out yet.”
“Ah, c’mon,” Ellie groaned, “Can we just rest here for a while? There’s, like, actually shit to do here.”
“Wouldn’t be so bad to wait the light out a bit,” Henry agreed, “Safer in the shadows when we pop back out on the other side.”
Joining Ellie and Henry, Y/n tilted her head in a slight shrug to Joel. It was a smart decision and he was just going to have to get over himself.
Joel shrugged back to the group, raising an eyebrow and going back to checking out the room.
Ellie and Sam occupied themselves by reading comic books and messing around with some of the toys. Henry, Joel and Y/n rested at a table, putting their feet up without actually relaxing at all. At some point, Ellie and Sam switched to kicking a soccer ball around on the makeshift field. Y/n watched carefully as Ellie interacted with the boy, she was so caring and patient. She’d confided that she didn’t have any brothers or sisters, but the glow coming from her radiated big sister energy.
Y/n scooted her chair back and walked across the room. “Can I join?”
Ellie enthusiastically began to switch the ball between her feet, trying to fake Y/n out. Y/n rotated to stand alongside Sam at the goal.
“That’s not fair,” Ellie argued, “There’s two of you.”
“Oh, so you’re saying you can’t do it,” Y/n teased.
Ellie’s determination set in, jumping slightly in place before kicking the ball in between Sam and Y/n’s legs quicker than they could stop it.
“Oh, shit,” she exclaimed, shooting her hands into the air.
Sam and Y/n shared a laugh before Y/n got down on her knees, “Can you teach me something?”
Sam watched her lips and nodded, showing her a sign. To her, it looked like he was pulling something out of his mouth, before bringing his two thumbs up and splitting their directions at his chest.
Y/n mimicked it, “What does this mean?”
“Oh, that’s from Savage Starlight,” Ellie exclaimed, copying the gesture with them, “‘Endure and survive.’”
The three of them continued to sign it over and over. It seemed to make both Ellie and Sam extremely happy, which meant Y/n would do it as many times as they wanted.
Joel and Henry watched from their seats. To say Joel’s heart ached would have been an understatement. His soul was barely holding together, a new piece of it dying off every day. But Y/n and Ellie had somehow kept the last few from withering. It was so subtle, he hadn’t even figured the phenomenon out yet. He was barely self-aware. But seeing Y/n, crouched down on the floor with the kids, still with the innate need to make the world around her better, he came to fully realize his thought from earlier in the day.
She was still his Y/n.
Smiling, laughing, loving, caring, kinder than the world deserved. Underneath all the anger was the woman he had loved with all his heart.
And that fucking terrified him.
As Y/n made her way back to them, Joel pulled himself back to reality, switching gears and channeling his energy into focusing on the kids. Specifically Sam. He was eight years old and in survival mode. No child deserved that. It was making him rethink his stance on the things he’d said earlier.
“If you were collaboratin’ to take care of him,” he said to Henry, “I…I shouldn’t have save what I said. I don’t know your situation. And I’m not sayin’ they should let it go, but all things considered, seems kinda cruel—to send a whole army after you for that.”
Henry waited a few seconds, Ellie’s cheers filling the silence, before speaking. “You know, I wasn’t, uh…exactly telling you the truth before…about me not killing someone.”
Y/n and Joel’s attention turned to him exclusively.
“There was a man,” Henry began, “A great man. You know, he was never afraid…never selfish…and he was always forgiving. Have you ever met someone like that? Kinda man you’d follow anywhere.”
Y/n tensed up, forbidding her eyes from flicking to Joel.
“I mean, I wanted to. Well…I would’ve,” Henry gathered strength for the rest of his story, “Yeah, but, uh…Sam, he, uh, he got sick. Leukemia,” he scanned Joel and Y/n’s somber expressions, “Yeah, anyway, um…there was one drug that worked and, whoa, big shock…there wasn’t much left of it, and it belonged to FEDRA. And if I wanted some, it was gonna take something big. So I gave them something big. That one great man. The leader of the resistance movement in Kansas City. And Kathleen’s brother.”
Understanding washed over Joel and Y/n. All the firepower, the tanks, the trucks, it all made sense.
“Yeah, so, you still think they should take it easy on me?” Henry asked rhetorically, “Or am I the bad guy?”
Y/n stayed silent, weighing morals against necessity. Joel pulled his lips down, barely shaking his head before Henry cut off what he would have said, “I don’t know what you’re waitin’ on, man. The answer’s easy. I am the bad guy because I did a bad guy thing.”
“But you did it to keep him alive,” Y/n spoke up, “You’d go to the ends of the earth for him. That’s not evil, that’s family.”
Henry’s eyes cut through the space between Joel and Y/n, “You two get it,” he nodded toward Joel, ”You may not be her father, but you were someone’s. See, I could tell.”
There it was. The big, dreadful, terrible thing that Joel and Y/n had gotten this far without talking about. It was the unspoken wound, the one deep enough to kill yet shallow enough that it didn’t show. It was a constant phantom pain in both their chests and it broke them all over again to have it brought up.
“You too,” Henry smiled at Y/n, nodding to Ellie, “That is, if she’s not yours.”
Y/n didn’t think the blade could slide any deeper into her heart. She had been something to someone once, and it was as much a part of her still as the air she breathed.
“Uh,” Y/n tearily began, clearing her throat quickly, “No, she’s not mine.”
Joel had had more than he could handle just by Henry’s assumption about him. Referring to Y/n as the word he couldn’t bring himself to utter in that context had sent him over the edge. He picked up his gun from the table and practically jumped to his feet, “We’ve waited long enough.”
Y/n stayed still at the table, holding back her tears took so much strength, it was stealing her ability to move. If she allowed herself to cry in front of Joel, she didn’t think she’d ever recover.
Henry didn’t ask questions, he didn’t bring up the very visible sorrow etched across Y/n’s face. Some hurt was palpable without ever being touched on, and it was painfully clear that Joel hadn’t been the only one to lose a child…
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pure-oddity · 6 months
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Fast foodies know the deal
Ghost x reader
(not proof read, this is just fluff straight from the source
Warnings: none, ovulation mention maybe? Its brought up a single time.)
The craving hits around 3 in the morning, it's ovulation week so the idea of not getting chicken nuggets from the drive through makes you want to cry.
You turn towards the sleeping lug beside you. He's on his back, breaths deep and even. Still as a grave but at your movement he takes the arm you had been using as a pillow to drag you further into his side.
Your Simon, took you forever just to get the man to admit he did more than tolerate you. even longer to admit he cared for you. It took you almost using his toothbrush to realize that the man might actually (gasp) like you. That one you didn't push, figured he'd come to terms with it on his own.
As you look at how peaceful he seems you try to fight the urge, you really do, but as you prop yourself up on your elbows and move closer to Simon's ear you resign to begging his forgiveness later.
"Simon, my baby? You sleeping?"
You wouldn't have known he was a awake had it not been for the lone eye opening to check on you
"Was, love. I was. Whats wrong, bad dream? Y' Can turn on the telly to that duck cartoon or the robots - won't bother me none." He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, he's being so sweet you really do start to feel bad.
"I want chicken nuggets."
Silence.
Both eyes are open now.
The silence continues.
You smile sheepishly.
Wordlessly simon extracts his arm and turns so his back is to you.
"Nnooooooo! Simon pleeeaase. Pretty please? I want chicken nuggets so bad!"
"Go ahead. keys are on the rack, tanks full."
"Nooo you have to take me! come on baby please, for me?"
"My love. Sunshine. Light of my life. If you're hungry i made a perfecly good roast last night. Heat that up and let a man rest."
"I dont want a perfectly good roast! I want chicken nuggets. And a burger. And fries - oh maybe a shake?" You lean over him, hair purposely hung over into his face. He turns quickly and you're nose to nose
"So youre gonna have me get up at 3 fucking a.m. to get you a greasey, artey clogging, cholesterol raising gastrointestinal disaster of a meal - when we have a perfectly good home made dinner in the fridge."
"....please?"
Silence.
A deep suffering sigh.
An ecstatic squee
"Just get your fuckin shoes on"
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You lean back over into the passenger seat, simon grumpy faced as you insisted that you should be the one to order.
You pat your thighs in glee as he pulls up to the window, gives you a dirty look , and hands the cashier his card.
The second window delivers your meal and drink quickly, you dig in like a starved animal. You're mid chew when he gives a grunt. A snooty sounding eh hem.
You grin and giggle, slowly airplaning him a nugget.
"Give me the chicken or i'll take the whole box"
You squeak and shove it to his lips quickly. His jaws snap around the nugget and it's gone within a single bite - you retract your fingers, still intact but wet with spit.
You give an 'eeeech' and look for somewhere to wipe your hand.
"Any of this ends up in or on my interior and it'll be your arse."
You roll your eyes and reach in the bag for a napkin, knocking the fries over in the process.
Silence.
The car drifts slowly to the left and is parked along the side of the road.
Not a word spoken.
You try to shove as many back into the carton as possible.
He stares at you.
You smile sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him. You meet his lips, they're stretched into a dangerous grin.
"Love" kiss "did you" kiss "spill salt" kiss "in my truck?"
You might not know a lot, but you know that voice means you're in trouble, which means it's distraction time.
You continue your sweet onslaught of kisses.
"Thank you for taking me baby, I love you so much. ", another smooch
is delivered.
"Youre my person, my favorite guy, love of my life."
He bites at your lip and you barely manage to slip it from his teeth
"Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you"
He grips the back of your head and maneuvers your ear to his mouth, in a deep rumble he asks
"Are there fries on my floor, love?"
The dangerous smile still present.
"No of course not baby! i cleaned those up."
"So my truck is fry free?"
"Well - no didn't say that. there's a, a few under the seat"
He's grappling you into his lap now, the man looks a hint deranged.
"And why, my love, are you telling me about them instead getting them?"
he presses.
"'Cause I - hehe - I can't reach!" You giggle out as his hands slink towards your sides.
He pokes and prods at you, growling not unlike a bear while you squeal and squeak out little laughs.
"Gets a man up at ass o'clock-"
"Oh please, you get up early anyway!"
"makes him drive to get congealed grease-"
"you had a nugget too!"
"Then trashes his truck."
"Oh please it's like a handful of fries, I'll get them, i'll get them!"
He frees you with a huff and you dive back over to your side of the car. You pop open your door and hop outside to get a better angle at the underside of the seat. He gets impatient as you fish around for the last few fries, giving a little hurrah as the last one is snatched.
Clambering back into the truck you grin at him, happy as can be. He hums a short laugh, and you're off to home again.
He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you trot over to the counter to finish your meal, most of it having been shared and eaten in the truck. You sit back a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness when you see Simon emerge again.
"Bed. Now. Kept me up long enough" he's already on you before you can think of a reply, slung over his shoulder. He makes quick work of getting you both situated in your proper spots.
You're snuggled into his side for the night, full and content. He breathes in deep and exhales slowly. you draw nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, playing with the hair there. As sleep overtakes you, your palm flattens over the spot where his heart resides; and you feel him relax just a smidgen more.
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imthebadguyyy · 1 month
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pairing : sirius black x reader
fandom : marauders/hp
synopsis : sirius realizes there's no place that feels more like home than your arms.
warnings : self depreciating thoughts, insecurity
a/n : felt like wandering into the realm of the marauders! do let me know if you want more :) inspired mildly by francesca by Hozier
sirius sat with james, while remus and peter sat across from them, both pouring liberal amounts of gravy onto their plates. james was also digging into an obnoxiously large amount of roast potatoes and chicken, barely pausing for a breath as he scarfed down the food.
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the great hall was not buzzing with the sound of students chattering as it usually did, and the sound remained at the decibel of a small hive of bees, while the professors murmured softly at the grand table, the munch of the many treats laid on the table for the christmas eve dinner.
sirius himself didn't feel that hungry, fork half heartedly poking at the beans on his plate. his eyes roamed around the hall, taking in the tiny mass of people at the other tables, and at dumbledore pulling mice out of his purple witches hat - his christmas special.
that very morning, his owl had dropped off a rather nasty howler from his darling mother, once again choosing to call him a colourful variety of insults and ending with her usual "disgrace and traitor to the black boodline" bullshit, followed by a chorus of "mixing with mudbloods and muggles" that had him clenching his fists in frustration.
then, his father orion had also decided to grace him with a scathing letter he burned the moment he received, but not before catching the words "shame to my bloodline", which once again had him sighing and rubbing the sore spot on his temples.
he had ignored it initially, focusing instead on the beautiful hand knitted scarf, golden watch and basket of sweets and treats he had received from euphemia and fleamont, with a small engraved gryffindor lion at the back of the watch.
he had also received a leather jacket from you, and homemade strawberry pies that you had made with help from the elves in the kitchen, and a set of silver rings to go with his pre existing ones.
remus had gifted him a muggle record called rumors from a band called Fleetwood Mac, that you had freaked out over and told him you'd listen to together because they were your favourite band ever and you'd be damned if he discovered your favourites on the album without you.
james himself had bought him bundles full off tricks and games from hogsmeade, and a framed picture of the marauders, along with a small replica of his own quidditch jersey because, "everyone has to know you're my number one fan pads!"
even marlene had gifted him a bunch of chocolate frogs, and mary had got him a postcard from venezuela and chocolate because her parents were visiting. lily had sent him muggle posters of his favorite bands as well.
but despite the merriment, the niggling insecurity of not being enough played on his mind the whole time, creeping like a shadow, insecurity slithering through the corridors of his mind, casting doubts where there once was light.
his mind was spiralling, as he looked at his plate, gulping as a sudden lump appeared in his throat. james was reading a letter from his mum to remus and peter, telling him about their travels in egypt, and peters mum had sent sweets for them to share at dinner.
oh how he longed for a mom who would write him sweet letters and send him sugary treats instead of venom coated words and flame bursting letters, a father who would teach him how to tie his tie properly for class, or tell him tales of his childhood.
sirius longed for a family to love and hold him always. and the closest he had to that was you and james.
as his thoughts turned to you, he was distracted by a sudden crash as the doors were flung open, as you rushed in, followed by the two friends with whom you sang as part of the hogwarts band, your red robes flaring as you rushed to find your spot beside him at the table.
with a pant, you flung yourself down, taking heaving breaths to calm your racing heart.
"well hello little miss" james said through a mouthful of peas, making you scrunch your nose in disapproval. "where were ya?" remus asked, piling on food onto your plate before it changed course.
"i was at band practice! we just lost track of time and then had to rush because we were so hungry!" you exclaimed, while your hands reached for sirius' under the table, taking his cold palm in yours, squeezing it tenderly to get the blood flow back in them, bringing it up for a quick peck to the knuckles before interlacing his fingers with yours.
sirius felt his heart physically slow down as he watched you, laughing a joke remus made, poking fun at james and messing around with peter. he watched as you cut the roasted potatoes into smaller chunks, dipping them in extra butter as you popped them into your mouth, and the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled.
he watched the way your hair fell, little strands framing your face as you brushed them off impatiently, all while leaning forward for a slice of a chocolate tart and icecream that had just appeared.
he watched as you put a slice of apple pie on his plate, topping it with a healthy dollop of cream, and passing it to him with a saccharine sweet smile and a murmur of "your favourite siri!" and he felt his heart flutter again.
what he didn't note was the crease in your eyebrow as you looked at your friend, the darl circles under his eyes, the slight stoop to his posture, the way his smile came out forced, lips pressed tight together with none of his gorgeous smile lines appearing around his eyes and lips.
he failed to note the way you drew a sharp breath when you felt the rough skin of his palms, coarse from all the times he dug his nails into the delicate skin to control the rage and hurt he felt at his family. the way your eyes softened as you looked at him, the way his lack of obnoxiously lewd jokes and quick wit made him look so vulnerable that it shattered your heart into a million pieces.
after the crackers were pulled and you had packed up a "grow your own warts" kit and many a butterbeer flavoured candy and a few white mice, he squeezed your hand again, gesturing towards the gryffindor common room, leaving the boys chatting with a few members of the ravenclaw quidditch team who had stayed back for christmas as well.
murmuring the password to the fat lady, you stumbled into the common room with sirius, who had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you sunk into your favourite armchair, and giggled when sirius fell into you with a muffled "thump"
even though you were 'just friends', you knew him better than anyone else and he knew it as well as you did.
the cozy red armchair with its plush cushioning looked as inviting as ever as he settled into it, legs haphazardly tossed over yours. affection was a major part of your relationship with sirius, having become fast friends since the first year at hogwarts.
ever since you were joint at the hip, bonding over a shared love of music, shared comfort in silence, shared trauma and a love for leather. you were as much a part of the marauders as any of the other boys, and sirius couldn't quite point to the time when you had become such fast friends.
he buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, absorbing the lilting notes of vanilla and shea, and fiddling with the loose strands of hair at the base of your neck. you hummed softly, some melody that had been playing on your mind, hands gently running through his dark locks, nails scratching softly at his scalp.
"you okay?" you asked, noting the tenseness of his shoulder muscles, and the still present frown between his eyebrows.
a non commital shrug was the only response.
worry began to seep into your mind, surprised at how your usually bubbly bestfriend was decidedly unbubbly.
"you don't seem okay babe" you stated, lifting his chin so he was looking at you.
his stormy gray eyes reflected doubt and insecurity dancing like lightning, casting shadows of uncertainty that loomed deep in his mind.
to your surprise, tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring raindrops, poignant with a tempest of emotions swirling within, creating a tumultuous scene of vulnerability and insecurity.
"oh sweetheart.." you cooed softly, shuffling so he was engulfed in your arms. you felt him bury his face deeper into your neck, clinging to you desperately as if he was worried you'd disappear into thin air.
"talk to me honey" you whispered, trying to coax him out of his hiding place.
just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the common room swung open and remus james and peter trooped in, followed by a few other gryffindors.
they stopped short, taking in the scene before them, their best mate in tears in the arms of the girl he loved who happened to be his best friend.
"mate are you-" james began, only to be cut off by a glare from remus.
"who don't you go up to our dorm y/n? I'll make sure no one goes up" remus said, staring at your pointedly, offering a soft smile to you when you nodded.
"i think we'll take you up on the offer, is that okay with you siri?" you asked, still softly stroking his hair.
he nodded against you, and followed you silently as you took his hand in yours and draped an arm around his torso, pressing a kiss to his temple as you led him up the winding staircase to the boys dormitory.
as soon as you were inside, you led him over to his bed, gently pushing him down so he was sitting, eyes looking unseeingly at the posters and polaroids that graced his headboard.
with worried eyes, you watched his gaze flicker back and forth, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"talk to me siri, im right here" you cooed, kneeling down in front of him, hands resting on his knees, drawing tiny circles with your pinky over the material of his robes.
"are you here with me love?" you asked, watching the black in his pupils darken as he spaced out. you watched as he jolted a little, looking at you almost alarmed, before the tears began to drip down his cheeks.
the first drop had you sprinting into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him, kicking your shoes off as you squeezed him tight, knees resting in between his own, as he sobbed into your chest.
you'd seen him cry before, but never like this. broken sobs spilled from his salty lips, dampening the material of your robes, and small choked sounds escaped his lips, along with deep strangled breaths as he gripped your waist to keep himself grounded.
he cried for what seemed like hours while you whispered sweet reassurances to him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his hands, placing his hand on your chest to feel the steady beating of your heart.
"m' right here darling, let it all go, I've got you, i promise, I'll be right here to hold you honey" you whispered to him, rocking him back and forth like a child.
sirius gripped you even tighter, clinging to you as if you were his lifeline.
eventually, his sobs slowed,and he pulled back, eyes red and swollen and face glistening with tears. even when his hair was messy and he looked like a wreck, he looked ethereal.
"oh my beautiful boy" you said, kissing the top of his head. "tell me what you need" you said, interlacing your hands.
"you, just need you" he said, and the way his broke on the word 'you' shattered your heart into a million pieces.
"just give me one second darling, okay?" you said, walking into their bathroom and taking out a clean handkerchief from your pocket. you soaked it in some water, bringing it back to him, gently wiping his eyes and then his face with it, leaving kisses on every spot you cleaned for him, before taking a comb from his nightstand and slowly untangling the mess that his hair was.
sirius watched as you combed his hair, eyebrows furrowed in attention, and he swore his heart fell even more for you.
"d'ya think you can tell me what's wrong sugar?" you asked, biting you lip when he flashed you a smile at the nickname.
"yeah" he nodded, tugging you down so you were cuddled into his side. "oh wait!" you exclaimed, fishing some chocolate out your pocket and offering a piece.
he took it with a smile, letting it melt on his tongue as he looked at you.
you were now snuggled into his shoulder, your ankle intertwined with his as you lay across from him, hand gently holding his, as his other hand traced patterns on your hip.
"darling mother of mine sent me a howler this morning for a christmas present" he said with a dry chuckle.
"did she now?" you said, anger simmering deep in your bones. "yeah, and then sperm donator sent me a lovely letter as well" he said, chuckling a little at his own nickname for his father.
"mmhmm" you said, tracing his thumb.
"yeah, jus' caught me off guard" he mumbled
"you do know that whatever they say is not true, right?" you asked, looking straight into his eyes.
"yeah but- fuck, darling, it gets hard sometimes. sometimes I feel like I am a traitor and failure. sometimes i feel like I'm not worthy of being a human, I'm not worthy of being a friend, I'm not worthy of being loved i-" he broke off, looking at the ceiling.
"you are more than just a name, sirius. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being human, and you are worthy enough to have friends who care about you" you said firmly, forcing him to look back at you.
"it just hurts me sometimes" he admitted
"i know sweetheart" you cooed again. you felt like no words you said were enough when it came to this topic.
"am i really worthy of being loved?" he asked suddenly, turning his face to look at you.
"of course" you said. the silence got louder for a moment. "siri?" you asked, voice lighter than honeycomb.
"theres something Ive been wanting to tell you" he got out in a rush. "ever since we met on the train on our way here, from the tender age of eleven, my heart silently declared its allegiance to you. each passing day has been a testament to a love that started as a whisper and has grown into a resounding echo in my soul. darling, with every sunrise and every moonlit night, my affection for you deepens, as if there's an infinite well within me, filling with the boundless affection i hold for you. you are the constant melody in the symphony of my existence, and i fall harder for you with each beat of my heart" he said, turning to look at you.
you felt tears welling in your own eyes, and it only felt right when you leaned forward, pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.
to him, you tasted of strawberries and cocoa, warm and sweet and oh so extravagant, a taste so luxurious he couldn't get enough of it.
to you, he tasted of cigarette smoke, mint and cocoa, an intoxicating taste you couldn't get enough of
his lips pressed deeper against yours, hand grasping your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him, as he poured all his love and passion out for you.
time stopped, the world slowed and your heartbeat dropped to the lowest of lows. relaxed. calm. loved.
finally, when your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, you drew away, chests heaving as you looked at each other.
a slight flush lay on his cheeks, tinges of red littering his cheekbones. you could feel a heat thrumming in your own cheeks, and your heart felt like it was racing a million miles an hour.
"i don't know how long I've waited to say that to you" he breathed out, nuzzling his nose to yours.
"since our shared days at eleven, my heart has been a clandestine haven for the enchantment you brought into my life. you don't know how happy you made me with this. in the quiet dance of our days, my affection for you has blossomed into a resplendent garden, and with every sunrise, I find myself immersed deeper in the captivating allure of our love. you are the symphony that resonates in my heart, and i cherish you always" you told him, pressing a kiss to the swell of his cheekbone.
sirius felt his cheeks burn a deep red, and he tilted your lips up to press a searing kiss to them again.
"i love you" he gasped against your lips, drawing you closer to him.
"i love you too" you murmured against his lips moulding your body to him.
and as sirius lay there in your arms, pressing kisses as sweer and delicate as spun sugar against every part of your body but especially your lips, he realised there was no other place that felt more like home than your arms.
you.
you were his home.
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a/n : I've missed writing so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! marauders is a new field for me but if u have any reqs/ideas please do send in asks! happy reading ☺️♥️
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tangerinesgirl · 4 months
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Turfucken
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(gif credit to Sony Pictures on tenor. can someone please make some HD GIFs from this movie, I suck at making them 😭)
**SPOILERS FOR THANKSGIVING (2023)**
AFAB!Reader x Sheriff Eric Newlon
Word count: 1.1k
Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors
Warnings: smut, feeding/food play/sitophilia, pregnancy, cream pie, daddy kink, some silly jokes, age gap but reader is legal
Summary: Sheriff Newlon is preparing for the best Thanksgiving yet, you have other plans. Set after the Black Friday Massacre but before the Thanksgiving the following year. Reader uses she/her pronouns.
You were greeted by the smell of sage and onion, cranberries and roasted potatoes before you even walked through the door. Eric liked to be well prepared for Thanksgiving every year, his favourite holiday. This year he wanted it to be the best yet, he had all sorts of new recipes to try, and you weren’t complaining.
As you walked through the door and unwrapped your scarf you heard him summoning you in the kitchen “Babe! Come here, you have got to try this!”
You throw your keys in the ceramic pot with a satisfying clink as you walk into the kitchen. Eric was practically dancing around the kitchen; thanksgiving themed apron and oven mitts on, removing a pot of cranberry sauce off the stove. He removed his mitts and slammed them down on the counter, a very small act but he made it look so hot. His hair disheveled from the heat of the kitchen, he shook his head to remove the stray hair that landed on his forehead.
He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and dipped it into the sauce, he blew on it to cool it down and beckoned for you to try it with a raise of an eyebrow and a look down at the spoon. You take the utensil and lick it clean with a pop. It was unlike any cranberry sauce you have eaten. Usually no one bats an eyelid at the sauce at Thanksgiving dinner, it always tastes the same. But not this one, it was sweet and sour with the perfect amount of umami.
“Holy shit what did you put in it, crack?”, you say, immediately going in for seconds.
“Ah ah no double dipping! And yes I put cocaine in the sauce, pros of my job”. You were pretty sure he was joking, but it was hard to tell the past year, ever since the Black Friday Massacre he was like a totally different person, and you fell for him, hard. You fooled around a lot, but never anything more, but you liked to test the water occasionally, maybe today is one of those days. It was difficult for him to get over Amanda, which was totally valid to you, she was your friend too and you were in this revenge plot together. You knew his plans this year and you both want it to be perfect.
You both were quite the town gossip, people kind of knew something was going on between the two of you, but your age gap of 32 years was extreme for a lot of people. You were perfectly within legal age though, and it was none of their business. You couldn’t help but admit it was kind of a turn on for you though, being a slut, and for the soon to be serial killer. 
The kitchen counters are covered with food, with foil on the top to keep warm, you think he’s been cooking all day while you were at work. You sit down on the kitchen island and admire the sight of him dashing around the kitchen, making sure everything is turned off.
He reaches into a dish of roast potatoes with his hands and puts some stuffing and sauce on the top and holds it out to you. You go in for a bite but he pulls back and smirks. You drag him towards you with his apron, your legs spread embracing him and passionately kiss him, his stubble tickling your face.
He still has the potato in his hand and stuffs it into your mouth between kisses. You put on a show and moan while you eat the best roast potato of your life. You grab his wrist and lick his fingers clean, looking him dead in the eye as you do so. He watches you, deciding his next move.
He walks to the counter and uncovers a whole roast turkey from behind him. You walk over too and watch him carve it, he gives you the first piece. After you eat it, you pull on his hair and whisper in his ear, “I want you to stuff me like that turkey, put a baby in me, or two, just call me a turducken… well, more like a turfucken really”. He laughs, but you see his erection, clearly turned on by feeding you and enjoying yourself.
He suddenly snaps and slams you into the kitchen island, empty pans flying across the room. He kisses you wildly, his hands roaming your body frantically. You remove his apron and his trousers as he removes your underwear from under your dress. He grabs your hands around your back, making you turn around so you’re bending over the island.
He slams inside you, impatient, like a man starved. You moan at the sudden intrusion, he is larger than average and always hurts so good as he reaches to your cervix. He pulls on your hair and you arch your back as he thrusts into you manically, the B word clearly a turn on for him. You cling onto the side of the island for dear life.
He stops and turns you around, kissing and nibbling on your neck. He lifts you up and walks you to the dining room table, and puts you down, facing him. He strokes your belly gently and says, “when I’m finished with you, I want you to stay put and lift your hips up. I can’t wait for you to grow so large and make everyone think you’re pregnant with quadruplets, be the talk of the town and make people on the street talk shit about us. And when I catch them I’ll put them in their place, as I’m the fucking town Sheriff ”, you are taken aback at his commands but god it was so hot, and whisper a “yes daddy”.
"Good girl", he starts pushing inside you again, the table shaking with the weight. He leans on the wall behind you to go even deeper inside you. You’re both close, you could have come at his words alone, so it didn’t take much to send you over the edge. He stops and you keep him inside you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moans and strains as he unloads inside you, you can feel him releasing stream after stream, there’s a lot and it takes a while for him to stop, some of it leaks onto the table. He gives you some to try on his fingers that still taste of cranberry sauce. He stays inside you a little bit after he finishes, stroking your belly and looking into your eyes. You move a bit further down the table so you can lift your hips quicker as he pulls out of you. He watches you lift your body, nods, and leaves. He comes back later with a towel, some water, and a plate of trimmings to share.
If this is the sex before the John Carver plan, you can't wait for what’s to come next.
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Editors note: I was going to include a pigs in blanket joke at the end but it turns out that's only a British thing and not a Thanksgiving food?? You learn something new every day.
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After hours. Choso x reader
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warnings: sub choso, soft sex, lot of praise, established relationship, domestic fluff, crybaby choso
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You lock the door behind, hearing your boyfriend steps rushing to greet you. You give him a stern look, he immediately freezes and goes to sit back on the couch rubbing his thigh excitedly at the prospect that you're finally back home. You take your time taking off your coat and shoes, and then you go wash your hands, you're testing his patience, Choso has always been very obedient to you and you like it like that if he went to misbehave today you wouldn't mind. You had the worst day at work and just need him to hug you, but once again you tamed him too well for that. A long sigh escapes your lips and you make your way to the couch. Straddling him, you pet his hair.
"Hello baby." you say, kissing his forehead. 
"Hi" he said excitedly, kissing the palm of your hands "How was your day my love?" 
"Really not great but you know how to make it better right ? What's for dinner tonight ?" He beams at your question
"I made the roasted salmon you like with potatoes!" His eyes shine with pride.
"And for dessert ?" you ask, caressing his cheek.
His smile fades a bit. "I was thinking we could go to the italian place for whatever you fancy since they're going on holiday soon." He gulps
"What a wonderful idea Choso! I've been craving tiramisu for some time now, you're so thoughtful!" you praise hugging him closer. His face is in your chest and you feel his dick harden under your bottom.  He breathes in your scent loudly, you chuckle, breaking the hug. 
"Here, a little appetizer," you say, unbuttoning your shirt. Your tits spring free and you dirige them to his face. He eagerly takes one in his mouth moaning around the flesh. His tongue plays with your bud circling it, while his teeth nibble around it. Not enough to hurt you but enough to make you wet. You close your eyes letting a relieved gasp escape your mouth. The heat crawls up your body and you let yourself grind against your boyfriend's cock. He tries to rut against you but you seize the nape of his hair implying him to stop. Choso groans against your nipple but obeys nevertheless. The more you grind the more his cock hardens, your pussy starts to get really damp too and you consider  the both of you ready as you pull his mouth from your chest. You hold his defined jaw in your hand tracing his nose tattoo with your other. 
"I don't feel like riding tonight, can you take over?" You ask in a sweet voice to make him fold, but you know that he 'll never say no to you. A moan escapes his lips and he lifts your body to lay you down softly on the couch, he's handling you with every care in the world looking at you with shiny eyes. He undresses you tenderly, kissing every naked part of your body. 
Ever since you've been with Choso you've never felt more confident the way he kisses the ground you walk on and worships you every chance he gets.  He overpowers you in every way but yet he decides to dedicate his whole self to you and you only. The thought makes you moan out loud, you tug at his sweatpants, wanting to feel him inside of you, it's rare for him to be on top so you can't wait. He throws his clothes around the room and places himself on top of you. 
"You're perfect baby, I love you" he says kissing your nose, hands on your cheeks while entering you slowly.  You can't even answer before his eyes close shut and he whimper, feeling your wetness around him. Once he's fully inside he asks you if he can start moving, you nod petting his hair that cascades around his face.
"I need you close" you whisper. He usually prefers to hold eye contact but puts your needs first. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he lets the weight of his body on top of yours. You let your hands go to the back of his neck locking him in place while you enjoy his sharp thrusts. His cock fills your inside perfectly.Choso grunts moan and hiss filling the room with his noise of desperation. Needing to hear him struggle more you bite on the tip of his ear pulling and licking at it. If he sounded desperate before, he now sound like an animal in heat, you love to torture him so much. 
"You're doing so good Choso" you purr in his ears, clenching your muscles around his member. He curses and his dick twitches inside your cunt.
"Baby please" he begs in your ear going faster. You laugh at the fact that you're still in control even though he is on top. Letting your hands slide in his back you dip them in his skin going upward. You push him on the side so you two are facing each other, hiking your leg on his waist, humping onto his cock. Your thrusts meet into a sinful squelching noise due to your excitations. You bite his shoulder to extract more delicious moans from him. Choso is close you can tell, he never lasts really long under your ministrations but always makes it up to you by going multiple rounds, tonight you decide to give him the final blow once more. Grabbing his jaw into your hand you force him to look you in the eyes.
"I love you Choso." you state looking at him lovingly. Hearing your words he immediately cum inside of you holding your body close to his. He's shaking and moans chanting your name under his breath as his release crashes through his body. You caress his hair through his high until he comes back to reality. 
"I'm sorry I didn't make you cum baby, I'm so sorry" he starts to lose himself in apologies tears welling in his eyes. 
"It's fine baby, don't worry we still have time" you reassure him, kissing his cheek. 
Choso nods his head sliding slowly out of you as he kneels in front of you on the hard floor, he parts your thighs and wastes no time eating you out. You gasp at his boldness he's tasting himself on you what a dirty boy ! He laps at your cunt, looking desperately at your face. you furrow your brows feeling the pleasure escalate under his tongue's sweet torture. Grabbing his hair to pull him closer, he gives you a few more licks until you crumble under your orgasm, closing your thigh around his face. Choso pushes on your knees lightly to break free from your grasp  and kisses your face all over.
"Did I do good ?" he calls your name tenderly, not thrusting your voice yet, you nod your head. 
"I'm going to clean you up baby and then reheat the dinner"  he beams, you feel your body parting from the couch as he makes his way to the bathroom. You nuzzle in his chest thinking he successfully made your day better.
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Everything happens for a reason // CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Stroll!Sister
Summary: After a whole life of following her father's orders, Y/N's tired of being the good girl and when she finally stood up for herself with the help of her best friend, all hell broke loose.
Warnings: Sexual comments and scenarios, cheating, strong vocabulary.
Author’s Note: Well guys, gals and non-binary pals, you know I love messy stories, this is no exception. Rate: +18 (adult content)
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"UGHHHHHH". Y/N couldn't help but laugh out loud when her brother, Lance, sat down beside her, grunting as if it was the hardest thing his body had done in 20 years.
"Really, Lance, was it really that hard? Are you that old?". She rolled her eyes as the boy fixed his position on the roof, making sure that he wouldn't fall off. They had the tradition of sitting on the roof of their mansion after dinner and before bed time. They had an hour before the staff would start looking for them, the only time they could be normal and not billionaires.
"I'm not old, it was that hard, some of us train, you know. Not everyone is naturally gifted at driving cars". She laughed again. Even though her brother tried to act annoyed with her great driving, he was actually proud of her.
"I'm not that good". She lied, but he shook his head, then let it rest on her shoulder, getting comfortable next to her under the blanket she had. Her hand went to his hair, lovingly running her fingers through the locks.
"Don't lie. Gees, I'm not ever sure who you got that from, because dad sucks". She felt his body shake as he giggled at his own comment. "That old man may love racing but God knows he should never touch a steering wheel".
"Hey, don't be like that, he's an average driver...". Lance moved his head up to give her a pointed look. "He is!... When it comes to tennis karts he is". They stayed silent for a moment before bursting out laughing so hard that they got worried someone might have heard.
"Okay, okay, enough with roasting the old man". Lance said once they calmed down. He resumed his position close to her and changed the subject. "Are you excited for the new season? I mean, you have a real chance this time, sis".
"Carlos said the same". She said, sighing and looking into the horizon. The sun was setting and the sky had that perfect shade between pink and purple, it was lovely, it made her feel at peace.
"Well, we are right. I'm always right, as you obviously know, and Carlos is your best friend, he could never lie to you, that's illegal". Y/N smile, that was true, her best friend was the most honest person she had ever met, and if there were two people in the world she trusted with her life, those were Lance and Carlos.
"Speaking of Carlos, I have something to tell you about this season". Lance could feel the tension in her voice so he fixed his position again, showing her that he was giving her his full attention. "Nelson, you know, the PR guy, he told me that I have to get into a PR relationship. He gave me two options: Carlos or Leclerc. Of course, I chose Carlos. I'd rather fake-date my best friend than Charles-stupid-Leclerc".
"You should let go of that anger, your beef with Charles was years ago, he's a nice guy". Lance rolled his eyes at his sister. Y/N and Charles fought after a karting race when they were 16 and never got along after that. He was unnecessarily mean to her and she always over-reacted. But to be fair to Charles, she did say to him that he had a small penis in front of the whole grid, and that can be really harmful for a teenage boy. The fact that everyone knew that they had hooked up once only made the accusation seem more reliable, humiliating Charles even more in front of their peers. To add to the feud, Y/N called him "Peanut" and he called her "Matagot", which is basically a south-french mythology monster that only treats you well if you keep it well-fed, otherwise it can be your biggest nightmare. It was Charles' way of calling her a spoiled brat, that only cares for others when she can get something in return.
"He's not nice. But I don't want to talk about him, I want advice. I have never been in a PR relationship before and you have. It's pretty uncomfortable to have to do this with Carlos, but I have to make it work".
Lance and Y/N spent their hour talking, he gave her advice on what to do and how to keep the friendship strong after having to be all over each other in public. It was going to be awkward, but her contract said that there were things she had to do to get a better public image and Carlos was a great way to keep things interesting. Drive to Survive, the Netflix series about the sport needed something to talk about, and a relationship between two drivers from different teams was perfect, and that's how she ended up trapped with a PR relationship. Around 10 pm, they got down the roof and made their way to their rooms. Before bed, Y/N checked her phone and found a text from her best friend.
Chili-man: Hey kiddo! I know that this is going to be awkward, but remember that we're best friends first, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you let me know and I'll do everything to help out. Okay?
Y/N: Thanks Chili-man. I love to know that you're always on my corner. You're the best. And the same goes for you. It's gonna be weird, but at least I'm not fake-dating Peanut.
Chili-man: Don't be mean, he's a nice guy.
Y/N: You and my brother need to stop being such Leclerc's advocates, I'm sure he can pay his own defense lawyers, you guys don't need to do it for free. Anyways, good night and I'll see you tomorrow for the first day!
Chili-man: I promise he's not that bad. But whatever. Sleep tight kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow.
The next morning, Y/N woke up to the sound of her father shouting and her mother begging him to lower his voice. Still half asleep, she walked to the door and cracked it open. Outside, she saw Lance peeking out of his own room and after sharing a puzzled look, they moved their attention to their father. He was at the end of the hall, at the door of his room, their mother was pulling at his arm, trying to pull him into the room without success. It was strange to say the least, that their mother interfered with their father's affairs, she had her own business to worry about, but she seemed actually worried about the discussion their father was taking part in over the phone.
"I SAID NO. I don't care about the numbers, I don't care about the stupid show. She's not dating Carlos Sainz Jr. She'll do that over my dead body!". Both Lance and her looked at each other. Why was he so upset? He loved the Sainz; he had been friends with Carlos Sainz Sr. for as long as they could remember. "I DON'T CARE IF IT'S FAKE".
"Honey, please, they'll hear you". Their mother tried to calm him down, but he was furious.
"THEN USE LECLERC, BUT SHE'S NOT DATING CARLOS AND THAT'S MY FINAL WORD". She definitely didn't like that last statement. Her father hung up and stormed into his room. It was her turn to be upset, she didn't want to date Charles Leclerc, fake or for real, it was a nightmare both ways. A little later that morning she tried to convince her father in her favor, but he was so angry that it was impossible to make his change his mind. Carlos texted her mid-day, while she was on the jet on her way towards Bahrain, asking her what happened and why his PR team told him that he was replaced by Charles. She didn't want Carlos to feel bad or inadequate in the eyes of her father, so she lied and said that she had no idea and that as soon as she had an answer for that, she would tell him. When she made it to Sakhir, she was told to leave her luggage at her room and then go back to the lobby so she could wait for a car there with Nelson. They had to meet with Charles and his team to discuss the details of the arrangement. It was a quiet car ride, Nelson was aware of what she thought of Charles and that the change had not been her decision, so he let her off the hook for a few minutes.
"Welcome, Miss Stroll, please have a seat". Kathy, Charles' PR head of the department greeted her when they made it to the hotel where Ferrari was staying. The room they used for the meeting was a last time arrangement, but it had space and it made her feel better, considering how bad things could get once Charles arrived.
"Thank you". She sat down on the couch and Kathy handed her a glass of water. They didn't have to wait much before Charles walked through the door. If it wasn't for her being completely aware of how much of a prick he was, she was sure that she could fall at his feet over and over again every time she saw him. He was the most handsome man on Earth, she knew that, but he was also aware of that so it posed a problem for her.
"Sorry I'm late, I wanted to shower after the flight". He sat on the bed of the room and looked at Y/N when she scoffed.
"Thank you for that! Now the only thing that stinks in this room is your shitty personality". Charles growled. They spent less than two minutes together, 2 meters apart, and they were already at each other's throats.
"I told you this was not gonna work". He told Kathy. "She's a spoiled little shit and I can't stand her close to me. The feeling is obviously mutual, why force this?".
"Because you're the perfect marketing option and it's our job-". Kathy pointed between her and Nelson. "- to make you both a selling machine. So you'll both make it work or your teams will reduce money from your salaries for breaching your contracts".
"That's not fair. I need my money and this Matagot doesn't give two shits about her contract, her Daddy is a billionaire, you're giving her all the power in the world over me!". Charles complained. He knew that she didn't need the money, she could make his life a living hell without a problem and he would have to take it all like a good boy not to lower his income.
"Suck it up, Peanut. Compensate that small pecker of yours by being the bigger person!". She was enjoying the moment.
"The itinerary is long. Read it, learn it and follow it". Nelson explained to ease up the tension. "Remember to be caring and loving, but do not overdo it. Kiss once in a while, hold hands while you walk together. We'll take care of the interviews and the press. Act the part for Netflix and we'll help you with the conflict for the show-".
"We don't need help with conflict". Charles interrupted.
"We need conflict, not first degree murder, Charles". Kathy sent them a stern look as she let the comment out and both drivers looked at their laps.
"Okay, I got it all. Can I go now?". She wanted nothing more than to get out of there.
That night she texted Carlos, and he told her something interesting: His PR team and his father told him to put some distance with her. They were both surprised, since when did their parents dislike the idea of them being friends? They had been friends their whole lives, close since they remembered. They were like siblings, why couldn't they be friends anymore? They understood the whole PR thing, that she needed to sell and that there was drama that had to occur between her and her fake boyfriend, but why did it all have to happen with Carlos at an arms' length? It was weird and she needed to know. It was hard enough that her father had controlled her whole life, she was already old enough to make her own decision. Why did he care so much about her friends? It wasn't like she was going to date Carlos for real. Carlos had his own questions, he was almost 30, his father was stepping over a line trying to control his life like that, but he respected his old man and he was going to listen, as long as the decision didn't prove to be hurtful for his best friend.
"I'm not kissing you". She said as soon as she met Charles at the lobby of her hotel. They were supposed to show up together for the first day at the paddock. Of course, she wanted to make it difficult for him. "I'm not doing the same stupid shit twice".
"You don't have to do me this time, Matagot". Charles hissed at her. "Plus, it's not like I will enjoy it so shut up and make this easy for everyone".
"I said-". But he cut her off with his lips over hers. As fast as he did it, he pulled away and before she could say anything, he was practically dragging her to his car.
The day went by incredibly slowly, but at some point she became numb to holding hands and kissing with Charles. They would kiss and she would instantly start talking about something racing related, like Lance suggested she do to get rid of the awkwardness. Charles seemed okay with that. What was actually bothering her more was the fact that she spent the whole day without talking to Carlos. Charles noticed her looking for his teammate a few times but decided to ignore the raging fire it started inside his veins. He hated the idea that he had to date her, but he dated more the idea of her dating Carlos. He wasn't surprised when Carlos told him that he was going to date Y/N as a PR stunt, what surprised Charles was that they weren't actually dating for real. He could never understand why the Spaniard would refuse to date a woman like her. Charles found Y/N the most amazing woman, when she was nice, and she was definitely nice to Carlos. The older man explained that he never felt like that about her and it never made sense to Charles, after all, he did feel that way about her when she used to be nice to him. But that was a decade ago, and she had never been nice once to him since that time. Still, he felt pleased that Carlos wasn't a threat. She may have looked around for him, and liked him over Charles, but he didn't reciprocate her feelings, so Charles was safe. He was torn between a need for her to love him and constant reaction of disgust to everything she said.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Peanut? There are no cameras here". She said when he appeared at her room door.
"We need to talk". He made his way inside the room and she sighed, already too tired to complain.
"What do you want to talk about?". He sat on her bed and she went to the couch, not wanting to be near him.
"Do you like Carlos?". He decided that dancing around the question was pointless and she was kind of thankful that he cut to the chase.
"That's none of your business, Charles"
"Well, but we are fake dating, and he's my teammate, so I need to know". Lie, that wasn't the real reason, and she knew, but she let it slide.
"I don't like Carlos that way". She saw the accusatory look on his face and explained further. "We're best friends. Something happened. I don't know what. I think our fathers may have something to do with it. He told me that we can't hang out much for now. It's weird".
"Does this have anything to do with us getting together?". 'Failed act', Freud would say.
"We're not together Charles, we can't stand each other". He could pick up on her tired tone, maybe it was the right time to finally get her out of her shell.
"We used to. I remember that time. We had a great moment". But what he thought was going to be a comment that made her happy, completely backlashes at him.
"A great moment?! That's what it was for you? Just a great time?". She stood up, tears at the corners of her eyes and Charles suddenly felt the need to get up and hold her. He didn't, though. "That's why you just simply walked out and ignored me then? Because I was just another good time for you?"
"What? No, how did you even get there?! I never said that!". Now he was the one in a defensive mood.
"Your actions speak better than your words. You ignored me, after everything we did together, after how vulnerable I was with you. I gave you my virginity and you simply threw me away!". She was fully on crying and Charles just could take it anymore, he got up and pulled her to his body, hugging her as tightly as he could.
"I was embarrassed. I felt like I did it like shit. I was stupid and had zero experience. I came so fast because I liked you so much. I thought I let you down". He wasn't sure if she heard him, his words muffed by her hair and his sobs. "I thought you had not enjoyed that moment as much as I did and it was embarrassing, because I loved every second of it. I wanted to talk to you but your parents kind of scared me off from the house the next morning. It felt like I had done everything wrong. Then we saw each other at the race and you were so cold that I believed I was right. You then said those things... I- I just didn't know what to do".
"I shouldn't have said that. I was hurt and felt humiliated, I was wrong". She was grabbing at him as tightly as he was at her.
"We both were". He kissed her head and they broke apart. "I never stopped thinking about you. I always wondered what we could have been...". He let that linger in the air, the possibility. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Her actions spoke better than her words.
They woke up the next morning to someone pounding on the door. Charles quickly fell asleep again, but Y/N got up to tell the person at the other side to get lost. She was surprised when she found Carlos on the other side. The man didn't even say hi, he walked into the room, pushing her inside with him and slamming the door shut. The noise woke Charles up again, this time he did get up, furious when he noticed that his teammate was grabbing his girlfriend's arms with a python's grip. Carlos looked worried, but it was mixed with a bit of anger and something else Charles couldn't decipher. It wasn't until he spoke up that Carlos actually noticed his presence.
"What the fuck are you doing?!". The monegasque walked towards him, and Carlos noticed the lack of clothing, the black Calvin Klein's hanging from Charles' hips were the only thing keeping him decent.
"You two...". He suddenly smiled. "It was about time. A decade. Never met two people this slow".
"You're on thin ice, mate". Charles said, sternly.
"Then you're not going to like what I'm going to say next". Carlos took a deep breath. "I need us to fake-date, Y/N. I want to pressure my father. I think he's planning on setting me up with someone. But if he thinks we're dating even though he said no, he'll leave me alone". She looked at Charles, he didn't seem happy with the idea, but she also wanted to find out why her father was so against Carlos so suddenly.
"If- IF I do it, do you think we can make it happen sometime when both our parents are there?". Charles looked down at her frowning. "Remember last night, when I told you that I didn't know what happened? I want to find out".
"I don't know, mon Ange". She took his hand and his face relaxed a bit. He used to call her that, when they were younger, it felt right.
"I need to know, something feels off. This is the reason why we are together now. Over ten years of history fixed by one phone call by my father". He let out the breath he was holding, she was right. "Please, everything happens for a reason, Charlie".
"Okay, let's do this".
They had to wait until after the race. Carlos Sr. and Lawrence, Lance and Y/N’s father, were sitting at the hotel restaurant, chatting with frowns on their faces. Carlos and Y/N held hands and walked towards them, Charles following them close behind. He had a part in the plan, and he was ready to execute it perfectly, even if it was harder for him to act mad at Y/N now that they had made up. The older men looked up at their children when the three drivers approached them. To say that they looked horrified would be an understatement. Carlos Sr. seemed about to throw up, while Lawrence was simply shocked. The first part of the plan was done, keeping the element of surprise. Now to phase two: the lie itself. They sat at the table, Carlos in the middle of Charles and Y/N, his hand interlocked with hers resting on the table so their fathers could see them. It took the older men a moment to get the color back to their faces, but when they did, Lawrence went from white to red in a second.
"What the hell is this?". He asked, trying to keep the little cool he had left.
"We're dating, Mr. Stroll. We wanted you both to know". Carlos was the oldest, he took the lead.
"You can't". Carlos Sr. said with his voice rough thanks to the lump in his throat.
"That's not your decision, Dad". Everything was going as expected, but they had to admit that their fathers did look more disturbed than they had foreseen.
"It is. You won't date Carlos, you will date Charles as it was planned by the PR team and I don't want to hear anything else about it". That was Charles’ cue.
"I won't date her if she's in love with my teammate. We can barely stand each other, I won't get stuck into this mess for her". It hurt, but he had to say it like that. The other two didn't budge, and they had to pull out the last resort they had to press their fathers' buttons. Y/N saw their mothers walking to the table, so she took Carlos by the chin and started to get closer to him, ready to kiss him. Before they could make contact, Carlos Sr. was pushing them away.
"You can't do that, don't do that". He was almost losing it.
"Why?". She whispered, her eyes looking into his and a chill ran down her spine.
"You're half-siblings". It was Lawrence who said it. There was a long list of options that Carlos and Y/N had made of what could have happened, being siblings was not on the list.
"What?". Charles was as stunned as them. Lawrence and Carlos Sr. sighed and rested against the backs of the seat. Their wives, paralyzed behind them, were still unnoticed by the rest of the table.
"I had an affair with Lawrence's assistant. Of course your mother didn't know about it". Carlos Jr. had an expression impossible to read as his hand gripped Y/N tightly. "She got pregnant, asked me to leave your mother. I refused. She had the baby, Y/N. But then she got postpartum depression. She killed herself three weeks after giving birth".
"Y/N, you mother had just lost a pregnancy, no one knew, I found you in that house, alone, crying. It was the chance to give your mother a baby after the one she lost". Lawrence continued.
"You had the power and money to make it happen". Charles was officially angry, and it wasn't even his identity on the line. "What did you do with her mother? Where is she buried?".
"She was cremated. I took care of everything. I gave her the best there is". Carlos Sr.'s wife was looking at Lawrence's with pain in her eyes. She knew, all this time she knew that they were raising her husband's offspring and she hid it from her.
"Why did you let us become friends?". It was Carlos Jr.'s time to ask. 
"I wanted to keep in contact with her, watch her grow. You two got along so well, she ended up liking racing too. Everything led to you two in my life". Carlos Sr. let a few tears free. "Ten years ago, we considered letting you know the truth".
"Your mother and I discussed it, but then we saw that Charles was in the house, we kind of got rid of him to talk to you, but then you looked so upset. You got disqualified from the race for fighting with Charles. We understood that you were going through a lot, so we desisted". Lawrence added.
Carlos Jr.'s mother made her presence known and the three drivers took the chance to run away from the situation, knowing that the argument the two couples had was going to be too much to witness. The three ran to Y/N's room, crossing paths with Lance on their way there. Telling Lance that his sister was not his biological sister was one of the worst conversations they had. But they were all victims of so much, they found solace in sharing the tears together. They refused their parents' calls for the night, sending a text explaining that they needed time and that they would reach out when they felt like it. The four of them stayed in the room, chatting and calming themselves down. The irony of it all struck Y/N like a lighting and she couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny, mon Ange?". Charles asked and then kissed the back of her hand.
"If my parents hadn't scared you off that morning, we would have never discovered the truth". She explained, but her brothers didn't follow. "Charles walking out on me that morning is the reason why we fought that day in the race. Because of the fight in the race, we started hating each other. Because of the rivalry, I choose to fake-date Carlos instead of Charles. Because of my choice, Dad made the call and everything else followed".
"So, if you and Charles had made up that day...". Carlos started.
"We would have probably been together today, no need for PR, no need for your fathers to say anything".  Charles finished. All four laughed softly. "I was so sad that things didn't work out back then".
"Everything happens for a reason".
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UNDER THE MISTLETOE (day six)
summary; you cook dinner with vivianne, and you and azriel celebrate a joint mating anniversary with your hosts.
word count; 9638
notes; treatin' y'all good in this part, I promise.
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“So, you and Azriel…”
Your hands stumbled a little in the bowl, jumping at the sounds of Vivianne’s voice as she sidled up beside you, knocking her hip into your own. She wasn’t looking at you when you turned to face her, instead just examining the bowl of mashed potatoes in your hands, and you shrugged. “Wha d’you mean?”
“I mean, that you’ve been mashing that poor bowl of potatoes for ten straight minutes now, and staring into the middle distance. You’ve missed, like, everything that I said.” She was giggling, a grimace on your face, and now that you were made aware of it, your arm was a little sore. Stopping the intensive mashing, you tested the consistency, happy to find they weren’t ruined at all, just incredibly smooth, and letting out a defeated sigh. 
You had been distracted. Kallias and Azriel were sitting in the other room, cracking open one of Kal’s best bottles of whiskey, and you’d been completely lost absorbing the feelings of happiness and amusement and hazy warmth that had been flooding down that new thread around your heart. This morning you’d woken up tangled in Azriel’s arms, your bodies pressed so tightly together you were practically one, and you’d had hardly any time to enjoy it. Despite wanting to make the absolute most of your holiday, there was no denying that you couldn't wait to get back home, and have nothing to do except lay in your new mate’s arms.
“I mean, something happened, right? After that kiss yesterday, he was even more all over you than usual. He could barely take his eyes off of you, it was adorable. He hasn’t looked any more like a lovesick little puppy than he did this morning when you told him to go and sit in the other room, and he comes to check on you every half an hour.” Your cheeks flushed with heat, and you had to bite at the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. “Not to mention, you two sort of reek of each other.”
You lost the battle with your blush, embarrassment filling you from head to two. You’d taken a bath last night, when you’d finally been able to move again, and a shower this morning, hoping to at least dampen that smell. At the look on your face, she laughed loudly, head tipping backwards.
“I mean, you’ve smelt like each other this whole trip, but you’re all over each other. This is just… stronger.”
“We’re mates.” The words burst out of you, feeling so unusual on your tongue, and her smile melted away, replaced with a look of awe instead. 
“You are? I mean, Kal and I had a suspicion, but-” She didn’t finish, cutting herself off by instead pulling you into a hug, squealing happily in your ear as she rocked you side to side. Gripping her back, you let the excitement of having told someone take over. It was exciting, it meant it was real and true, so much more tangible. Even though you hadn't completed the bond entirely, you would have very soon, not planning to let much more time pass before that bond was cemented and permanent between you both. 
“Tell me everything!”
“There’s not much to tell!” Hopping up to sit on the counter beside her, she worked to put the final touches on some of the dishes, just waiting for the gravy to come up to a boil. She wasn’t accepting that as an answer though, her brows raising, a pointed look being shot at you, and you could only chuckle. “There’s always just been this connection, you know? I just never thought we were equals, so I never expected it. This holiday, though. Lines had gotten blurred between us, we had a few almost moments, and then under the mistletoe yesterday, it snapped for me. He already knew, apparently, but…”
You shrugged, and she cooed a little, smiling to herself while sprinkling chopped herbs over some of the roasted potatoes. “He already knew? How long for?”
“I… I don’t know.” Your brows dipped with confusion, the question having entirely escaped you last night, and you tucked that little thought away into the back of your mind, a question to bring up later, when you were alone. 
“You know what this means, right?”
“What?”
“We’re practically bond-twins! We could have joint anniversary parties and everything.” She practically shook with her excitement, and you laid down from the counter, helping to transfer stuffing balls from the over tray into a neatly assembled pyramid on a plate for her. 
“What in all of Prythian and beyond is a ‘bond-twin’?”
“Y’know, like, our bond dates align and stuff!” You were positive this was something she’d just made up, gesturing to the traditional meal surrounding you both that you’d cooked up. 
She’d explained it all to you, about their first meal when they were bonded, how it was Christmastime and she cooked him a Christmas dinner, and how she likes to hand make it herself every year to remind them of that tradition. You’d been honoured to be a part of it, and so you certainly weren’t going to complain now about her creating another tradition involving you and your mate. 
Traditions were evidently Vivianne’s love language. 
Giving everything a final look over, and an approving nod, she began to stack all of the plates up on the centre island, to be taken to the table that Kallias had already prepared for you all.
“Alright, I think we’re ready. I’ll start taking some of these dishes to the table, and corral the male-folk into action. I’ll send them in to get the next dishes.” With a bowl in each hand, she disappeared with her roast potatoes and stuffing tray, and you could hear her voice bouncing along the corridors as she commanded your other halves.
She returned a moment later, Azriel and Kallias trailing behind her. Vivianne grabbed two more plates, Kallias carrying the large turkey that had been his wife’s pride and joy for the morning, and she glanced between you and Azriel. With a nod, she silently left, giving the two of you a moment, but not before shooting an exaggerated wink behind the shadowsinger’s back as the couple disappeared from sight.
Azriel cleared the kitchen in just a few large strides, coming to a stop before you and dipping down until he was brushing a soft kiss across your lips. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi, Az.” Your heart lurched, thumping against its cage, wanting to escape and leap right into his waiting hands. He gave another kiss, lingering and sweet, and when you pulled back, you swore he’d never looked at you quite the way he was looking at you now. His stare was filled with so much love, so much affection, the kind of look that would bring you to your knees if it wasn’t for his arms around your waist keeping you steady. 
You couldn’t wait another minute.
Twisting in his arms, you searched through the drawers all around you, breaking free from his arms for just a second as he watched you with confusion, until you could find a spoon. With a triumphant noise, you marched back over to him, swiping the bowl of potatoes on the counter and dragging them across towards you. “You should really try these potatoes.’
He only chucked, hands settling on your hips once again, his fingers tucking under the edge of your shirt to brush idle circles against your bare skin. Sparks shot throughout your body just from his simple touch. “I will, don’t worry. They look good, I’m excited about the meal.”
“No, Az.” You scooped some up, bringing them up to his lips and pressing them to his smile. “You should try them right now.” His smile soon faded, eyes widening, and he pulled back enough to stare at the spoonful, licking over his lips, throat bobbing. 
“You made these?” Before you’d even finished nodding, his mouth was closing around the spoon, letting you pull it back from between his lips empty, and he offered a shaky smile around them.  “S’really good.”
You laughed, the sound wet with emotion, and he swallowed the mouthful. Taking the spoon from your hand, he tossed it into the sink with a clang, sniffling back against the tears beginning to line his eyes. Your trembling hands came up to cup his face, feeling that final part of the bond click into place between yourselves, hardening into something unbreakable now.
“You just accepted the bond.” He whispered the word against your lips, sealing it with a kiss before you could reply, both of you breathless and emotional, but not enough to care through the desperate kisses. “You accepted our bond.”
“You bet your fine Illyrian ass I did.” You mumbled right back, reaching around him with both hands to squeeze at that same ass, and he laughed against your mouth as you did. In return, he nipped your bottom lip, kissing the bite a second later, as your hands retreated to his lower back instead, his still sitting on your cheeks. “I couldn't go any longer without it.”
“Thank the gods, I don’t think my sanity would have survived waiting until we got home, but I didn’t want to rush you.” His nose dragged over your own, Vivianne’s question about just how long he’d known flicking through your mind once again, quickly suppressed by your hunger, the smell of the food sinking in around you. “C’mon, let's go eat. You put so much work into this food, it’d be a shame to waste it just standing here.”
One more kiss, that became two, that became three, before finally his nose was dragging over your own and he was letting you go. Taking the rest of the plates in your arms, you walked side by side through to the dining room, telling Azriel all about how you’d become bond-twins with Kallias and Vivianne. 
The pair were waiting patiently, the former was carving the turkey while the latter poured wine, neither mentioning your delay in coming to the table, but both offering you a sweet smile and a nod of silent congratulations and you took a seat at the table. Azriel took a seat beside you, Kallias joining his wife on their side of the large table, and she lifted her glass, ready to propose a toast. 
“To mates, and love, and the mistletoe that brings us all together.” She smiled, your breath held, and all your glasses remained raised in the air. Silence followed, and you shifted a little in your seat. 
“That’s it. Viv is horrible at speeches.” Kallias clarified, a laugh bursting out of Azriel and a protest from Vivianne as she demanded to see him do better. Your glasses clinked together, and Kallias cleared his throat. “This dinner is not just for our mating anniversary, and for your newly acknowledged love, but to celebrate new friends. After decades of turmoil and being turned against one another, we triumph in the face of all odds. Love is our reward for our bravery, and this dinner is merely a tribute.”
“That’s why you’re a High Lord.” You teased, and Kallias beamed, his mate scowling at having been proven wrong but tapping her glass with you all once again, before you lowered it down, taking a hearty sip of your wine. Simmering just underneath your love and gratitude, was the beginning of that mating frenzy. It was kicking into place so fast, the moment he’d taken that bite and the bond connected its final seal, your body began to react. 
His arm brushed against your own as he shifted to hand both of your plates to Kallias for meat, but your eyes were on him. Taking in the shape of his side profile, the slope of his nose, the angle of his jaw, the way he’d look so fucking good between your thighs-
His hand shot out, gripping your leg under the table and rubbing his thumb access your knee. The bond in your chest felt like it was plucked, vibrating inside you with need and lust, and you took another mouthful of wine in an attempt to swallow it down. Taking back his hands to retrieve the plates, you gave a soft sigh, relief flooding your body as the heat of his touch becoming absent left cold chills along your skin, soothing you enough to be able to think clearly. 
Kallias and Vivianne were caught up in their own moment as you reached for a bowl of seasoned vegetables, everyone working in harmony to serve their dinners. Adding a generous portion of seasoned carrots to your plate, they were quickly smothered by creamy mashed potato, your head snapping up to look at Azriel as he went for another large spoonful, dolloping that onto his plate. 
“Fuel up, my love. You’re gonna’ need the energy.” He only smirked, sweeping in to press a taunting kiss to your cheek. “I’ll take some of those veggies, too.”
So much for thinking clearly.
Adding vegetables to his plate, you tried to tune back into the conversation across from you, as the Winter couple began to talk. 
Despite having left you alone for the beginning of the dinner, the moment everyone had finished their servings and were beginning to eat, Azriel’s hand was back on your thigh. One held his wine glass, sipping at the contents casually as he listened to Kallias’ story, while the other was squeezing at your knee, stroking absentmindedly. 
After only a moment or two, it moved up an inch, those sweeps of his thumb that had gone over your knee were now above, and your breathing got moderately shallower as it did. Your glass was nearly empty already, and you didn’t want to risk topping it up. You were pleasantly buzzed, any more and you’d be edging towards tipsy, and you knew your head would already be spinning as soon as Azriel got you alone, no need to make it any easier for him. 
Your name was called, almost sounding impatient, and you cleared your throat, gaze snapping from the centrepiece you’d zoned out on and glancing between the other three people at the table. Azriel’s smirk was in his eyes not his lips, his hand sliding up higher again, your cheeks warming. Kallias’ brows were raised, a hint of a smile on his lips, and Vivianne look positively impatient. 
“Huh?”
“I said, what has been your favourite part of your trip so far?” She raised her brows pointedly, and you cleared your throat, hoping your voice wouldn't break as you tried to stay calm. You were a courtier, staying calm under pressure was your main skill, and you’d be damned if Azriel was going to reduce you to a pile of stuttering, love-sick goo with a few simple touches. 
Time to play his game.
Taking Azriel’s hand in your own, you wove your fingers together, tugging them up high to sit in your lap, and running a single fingertip in a featherlight trace across his knuckles. His hand twitched in your grasp, but he didn’t pull away. “Oh, there’s been so many wonderful parts to the trip already. I liked watching the snow fall outside, just chatting, it was very peaceful.”
“Even if you almost caught hypothermia?” She teased, falling right into a trap you’d set. You watched from the corner of your eyes as Azriel’s spine stiffened a little, those overprotective, unruly mate bonds kicking in full force at the mention of even the slightest danger.
“I think a few missing fingers or toes would have been worth it for the views.” A low growl shuddered across your side of the table, despite his best efforts to suppress it. “Then again, ice skating was also fun, and I think I was definitely more likely to lose a few fingers there, turns out I’m not great at it.”
Shovelling a huge heaping of mashed potatoes into his mouth to keep himself silent, the bond in your chest hummed with what felt very much like a warning. The game had turned, Azriel might have the upper hand on physical self-control, but you knew how to tug on all those brand-new internal instincts. 
“Not like Azriel would have let either happen, though.” You finally gave him a little something, his shoulders easing slightly as you acknowledged his ability to protect. “The markets were… interesting. We learned a lot, tried some new foods, and spent way too much money.”
“That’s the thing about the markets, no matter what kind of budget you set for yourself, they always get more from you.” Vivianne sighed, her husband’s eyes rolling fondly. 
“That’s because you have no self-control with money, Viv. You bought eight teacups this year. What do we need eight new teacups for, we already have about a hundred!” 
You snickered, releasing Azriel’s hand and placing it back down on the edge of the table, before picking up your cutlery and digging into your food. “And now, we have one hundred and eight.”
“For all the tea parties you hold with one hundred and eight guests?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kallias.” She smirked over her wine glass, turning to face him a little more fully. “We’d only have one hundred and six guests, we’d need a teacup each.”
“You are terrible.” He muttered, relenting in his argument and freeing a smile when he pinched his cheek, beaming through her victory. 
Just like that, dinner went on. 
Every time Azriel attempted to wrangle back the power, you tugged on another raw mating bond instinct, making sure to chafe it a little more, until he was so tense in his chair, or borderline squirming, before you let him relax. Eventually, he chose to keep his hands to himself, only letting the heated stares or occasional bursts of something inappropriate down the bond come across, but there was little you could do about those.
When the plates were piled high, and dessert was being debated, Azriel seemed like he was about to snap. His hands were balled into fists on his thighs, not even pretending to keep his gaze to himself as he faced you, staring longingly in your direction. 
At last, Vivianne stood, beginning to gather up the wine glasses. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton wool, throat thick with the tension, but you continued to play your best role. Standing too, you began to stack plates and cutlery, only stopping at Vivianne’s tutting. 
“Stop that, I’ll take care of it. You two go, already.”
“But we haven’t cleaned up yet!” You never wanted to be a bad guest, and you’d always been raised to help clear a table, no matter what. 
“Oh, you two are practically buzzing. Get out of here, go and have the rest of your evening together.” Azriel’s chair scarped back sharply, obviously needing no further convincing, his hand coming to sit on your lower back to guide you away. “Besides, my favourite part of the evening is watching Kallias wash up while drinking my wine.”
She winked at her mate, who only grinned back cheekily, the happy balance of a well-worn routine sparkling through. “Are you sure, we could stay, and-”
Azriel didn’t even try to hide the growling sound he made this time, stepping even closer to you, body heat even higher than normal rolling off of him in waves. The High Lord opposite you only laughed. “Stay and, what, subject us to being in the same presence as Azriel while he dresses you with his eyes some more?”
He followed his wife’s example, standing up to press a kiss on her cheek. 
“I’ve been there, I’ve been that male before. Go and put him out of his misery, my dear. We’ll be just fine here, we have traditions to uphold. I have pots to wash.”
You could only nod, offering a high-pitched ‘goodnight’ in response to their deeply amused glances, and Azriel’s hand tightened on your back as he led you from the dining room. The moment you had cleared sight and were into the empty corridors, that attitude changed, the last of his gentlemanliness slipping away, and with a surprised yelp, you were being twisted, and tossed over his shoulder. 
A second later, a harsh slap came down across your ass, and your breath rushed from you in shock. Shadows were curling around you as he did, everything going dark and your stomach twisting like you were falling, for only a moment.
Then, you really were falling, tossed onto the sheets of your bed, bouncing as Azriel stood at the end, a dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Your cheeks were flushed, breathless and eyes wide at the manhandling, and he smirked as your thighs clenched together. 
“You really would have made me wait, huh?” Tugging his shirt up and over his head, the pop-buttons under his wings snapped open in a flurry at his movements, toeing off his shoes to match, before he was crawling up the bed over the top of you. Your giggles faded out when his nose was tapping your own, his eyes a blazing inferno of passion and excitement. 
“A little patience wouldn't kill you, spymaster. Patience is a virtue, after all.”
That only made him smirk. There is nothing virtuous about what I will be doing to you tonight.” His wings flared, his head dropping to leave a bite on your covered shoulder, and your arms shook where you held yourself up. “Since you were so willing to make me wait, and to tease me all through dinner, I think it’s your turn now. Let’s see how long you can take it for.”
Grabbing you by the front of your shirt, he tugged you back up, following his body until he was divesting you of your top, bra following to the pile of clothes on the floor, and your arms looped around his neck. Skin to skin, he was so hot that you could have mistaken Winter for Summer, his hands setting fire to you everywhere they touched as he smoothed them down t your hips. Tugging them down roughly, your body jerked in his grasp, until the bundles for fabric were stripped down over your ass, scraping your skin in the most delicious way, and baring you to the elements. 
Tossing you back onto the bed with one kiss to your lips, he stripped the clothes the rest of the way off you, humming in pride at having you so bare before him, spread out on the bed like his own personal feast. He palmed himself through his jeans, constricting and stiff but doing little to hide the prominent bulge on the front, a wet patch of his arousal already beginning to soak through. 
At the sight of it, you bit your lip, and Azriel only smirked. Popping the button and undoing the zipper, he slipped a hand into his boxers. Pumping himself through the restrictive fabric, he left you untouched, letting your thighs rub together to find any kind of relief. 
“No, no, no. I have been rock-hard and desperate for you for hours. I couldn't touch myself, what makes you think you get to?” 
With a single tilt of his head, black bands of shadows were wrapping around your leg, your begging for mercy cut off as another looped over your mouth, thighs yanked apart and hips bucking, no relief to be had now. You gasped against the misty ribbon at your mouth, eyes finding his own, playing your final card as you sent nothing but desperation down that bond. 
It seemed to strike a match, adoration raging in his eyes as he looked at you. “You need me, baby?”
You could only nod, rolling your body down, anything, you needed anything, and he dragged one scarred finger down the centre of your stomach. 
“I suppose I could give you a little.” His tone was condescending, like he was doing you a favour as he slipped one finger into you, sinking all the way to the first knuckle as your slickness made it all so easy, and yet it somehow felt enough. Your back arched, a happy shudder racking through your body as he pumped it in languid, uneven bursts. 
He was searching, learning, every spot he brushed that would make you jump and twitch, all the ones that made you cry out behind the cuff at your mouth. He was too good, too fast, that one digit already bringing you spiralling towards bliss, your stomach knotting as you writhed on the bed. Dropping to his knees, he pulled his finger out, your whines barely passing your lips before it was replaced with his tongue, and when you screamed, there was nothing blocking it this time. 
His name bounced off of the walls in an endless circuit, his restraint having burnt up entirely, and he lapped at your core like you were his final meal. He alternated between fucking his tongue into you and teasing your clit, your mind bending with every touch, hanging on the precipice of something more, so close you could taste it in your mouth, and-
And he stopped, that traitorous bond connecting you both telling him just where you were, and a shamefully embarrassing cry left you as he pulled away, to nip and suck marks into your inner thighs instead. Your hands loosened in the bedsheets, knuckles aching from the grip you had, and an acute kind of pain zipped up your spine at the feelings that had been stolen from you. 
“Told you, my love, you have to wait.”
“Azriel, I want to cum!” You thrashed a hand weakly into the mattress, your evident frustration only getting you another binding, that hand pressed back down into the mattress by another horde of shadows, and you bit your tongue from spewing out curses.
It would do little good, because despite anything you might say, he was all but watching the juices drip from between your parted thighs as he lifted your legs to dangle a knee over each shoulder. “I’m sure you do, love. But I’m far too happy watching you right here to allow that. Your pretty pussy is begging for me already, clenching around nothing, but if I were to just-”
He slipped a finger back into you, relief palpable in the air as you gripped him as best you could, muscles clenching, the pad going right to that spot that made you moan his name, and he smirked. 
“Just like that, and you’re all needy for me all over again. Now why would I want to let you cum, when you weep so beautifully for me when I don’t?”
Leaning in, he sucked gently at your clit, lapping and rolling the bud with his tongue, matching every pace between his finger and mouth perfectly. “Azriel…”
You were nearing that place again, that release hanging just out of reach, out of touch, and you could do nothing. Your hands were held, you were pinned to the bed, shaking under his touch as he used you for his own enjoyment, and you’d be damned to admit how much you loved it.
As soon the climax was ripped away from you again, a loud shout of frustration left your lips, his response was merely a laugh, muffled by your thighs as he kissed away along the inside of each, never touching where you wanted. Blowing a cool hiss of cold air over you, your complaints and weak threats became nothing but a whimper, squirming in his hold as he wrapped an arm around each leg to hold you still. 
“You may be the calm and collected diplomat, but I'm the wicked torturer baby.” Licking a single stripe up the centre of your core, your hips arched up and off of the bed, following the wet touch as he flattened his tongue over your throbbing clit, before pulling away again. “You wanted to play to your strengths, now I’m going to play to mine.
Over and over again, Azriel dragged you to the brink, until you were gasping back tears of frustration, hours seeming to go by as he teased you but never gave you what you needed.
You’d lost your dignity, lost your strength as he dove back in, your body far too sensitive from what felt like hours of teasing. You were pushed to the point of tears, the air thick around you as you gulped in lungfuls of air on a hoarse throat, trying not to sob as your fingers scratched at bedsheets you worried you’d tear right through by the end of the night.
“Please, Azriel… Please, mate, please, let me cum…”
His growl at your words shot through you, his tongue buried inside of you flicking at the word ‘mate’ and he pulled back, pressing his finger down your clit harshly, licking at the juices that had flowed from around his lips. “Say that again.”
“Mate, mate, mate!”
He bit lightly at your clit, the graze of teeth so sudden and harsh that your body jumped from the sheets. He didn’t hold you back this time, your body crashing through a release so powerful that you felt like you blacked out. Your body seized, legs kicking out, and he continued to tease you through it until the sensations were far too much, the stimulation so overwhelming you had to fight your way up the bed to escape them, and when he finally let you go, you seemed to descend from Heaven itself. 
He didn’t let you get far, crawling onto the bed after disposing of his jeans, the night was far from over yet already, and he wiped his shining cheeks against the back of his wrist. Kissing his way up your body, over tender muscles and twitching limbs, he found your lips with his, the taste of you flooding your mouth as he kissed you deeply. 
He gave you a moment, a reprieve, filled with whispered praises and his lips on your body, leaving a mark everywhere that he could reach as you gathered yourself once again, pulling all the shattered parts back into one fragile body.
“You… godsdamn, Az. Who would have thought you’d be so mean in bed?” You teased, one hand flying over your face to cover your eyes, and he kissed along your forearm, to your palm, before linking your fingers and pulling away from your face. 
“That’s what happens when you tease me. Remember that, for the future.” He pecked the tip of your nose, your lips, and your chin, before settling himself into the cradle of your thighs. “Now that you’ve learned your lesson, though, you’ll learn just how kind I can be in bed, too.”
“Oh, more of that in store, is there?” Your legs hitched up around his waist, his chuckle light as he leaned in once again, noses bumping together. 
“So much more. I can’t get enough of you.” Shadows were dancing across your bodies, learning you just as well as he did, tickling at sensitive spots and soothing bites with cool touches, as he used everything at his disposal to blow your mind. “How do you feel?”
“I feel fantastic. How do you feel, you’re the one who’s holding yourself back?” Tugging him closer with the cross of your ankles at his lower back, you rocked your hips across his length, coating him in your juices, and he dropped his head down to groan.
“I feel like I want to fuck you, now. I’ve been waiting far too fucking long to take this anymore.”
“So do it.” He kissed you, shifting his body until he was lined up with your entrance, lips going slack against your own when the head dipped in.
Easing himself into you, he took his time, no rush as his hands kept your own pinned down to the mattress, eyes locked together, as he sank in. When his hips were sitting snuggly against your own, he smiled, another sweet kiss taken from your lips, his stray curls brushing your forehead as he leaned over you. 
He built his pace, piece by piece until he was pounding into you with reckless abandon.
“How did I get so lucky?” He mumbled, pulling back out and dragging along every inch, just to fuck back into you, knocking the breath from your lungs. “How did I get so lucky as to have you?”
It didn’t make sense, how such romantic words could come pouring from his mouth as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow, his hips colliding with your own enough to send the sound reverberating around the room, your cunt dripping around him, leaving more mess. You could only whimper, nudging your lips up into his for a messy kiss, and making sure to send everything you felt out to him, too fucked out to speak but you could feel it all. 
“Gods, you’re so- fuck.” Another harsh thrust, one that had your moaning cut short, eyes rolling. There was no space between your bodies as you tried to roll to meet him, to get more, but he seemed to understand.
Azriel pushed your knees up, barely slipping from you for even a second before he was plunging back into your core, your thighs pressed to your chest as he watched where he entered you. Your back arched, a raw scream tearing from your lips as he dove right back into a brutal pace. 
Slamming into you, over and over again as you writhed against the bedding, feeling that taut pulling that connected you both between your chests, every sensation he was feeling reaching you in equal measure, a violent storm of shared ecstasy crashing between your bodies. You could barely feel the bedding, your trembling legs, the chill in the room across your sweat-slicked skin, as an orgasm like no other began to coil in your lower stomach. 
“Az, Az, Az…” His voice was a chant, a plea, a prayer as you stared up at him. He looked like some kind of god, his head hanging back, golden skin shining with exertion and muscles flexing with every ragged breath he took. His skin was flushed, and when he pulled his head back forwards, your name spilling between those parted lips, you couldn't take it anymore. With a strength you didn’t know you still had left, you reached for that bond, tugging on it until his body fell forward over you, like you’d pulled a rope around his neck. 
Catching himself, just barely, on one muscle-corded forearm, he growled at your abuse of that thread, biting your lower lip roughly between his teeth and pulling, but you didn’t care. You needed him, needed him close, needed to feel every inch of him pressed up to you as he worked. Just like this was what you needed, the friction of his chest against your nippled as he continued to fuck into you, pounding towards another orgasm as your toes curled and nails scraped lines into his back by his wings, it was just what you’d wanted. 
“Oh, fuck! I’m- I’m-” Your words bite off towards the end of your sentence in a scream, your back leaving the bed entirely until you were pressed flush to him, barely breathing as your world exploded. You spasmed, body jerking through the thick of your peak as Azriel never slowed, never let up, pace growing uncoordinated and messy as he followed you right over that cliff, never ceasing in his shouts of your name. 
When it had finally become too much, his arms shaking too much to hold himself up anymore, he fell down against you, gasping breaths into his body as his lips hovered by your ears. Your tremors were contained by his weight, your legs still locked tightly around his waist, arms gripping to his back, whimpers still spilling from your lips as the aftermath of a climax like you’d never had before still wrought havoc on your body. 
His fingers traced your arm softly, mumbling something you couldn't make out as you twitched against him, his cum leaking out from between your still-connected bodies as he shifted weakly. 
“Holy shit, baby. That was fucking incredible.”
“Wish I could take some credit but that was all you.” You panted your way through the sentence, his equally breathless laugh washing across your body as he tucked his face into your neck. 
He shifted, moving to lay at your side, and he left a loving kiss on your shoulder as he did. Propping his head up with an elbow in the bed, he leaned over you, spreading his hand out over your stomach and stroking softly, until you turned to look at him. He held your gaze, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips, like he was controlling your own as you matched it. 
“I wish we’d been doing that since the moment we’d met. How long have we wasted, not knowing…”
“We have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn't make every other orgasm I’ve ever had before this seem like an utter waste of time in comparison.” Feeding his ego was like throwing meat to a wild animal, his smile growing wicked as he leaned over you, lips parting to catch yours in a filthy kiss, growling like a beast to match as he did. 
You didn’t wait, not for a second, to lace your fingers into his hair and hold him closer, legs crooking and flames sparking excitedly along your body as he teased his way into your mouth.
Azriel licked his way across your tongue, another flaming burst of heat sending your arousal spilling across your thighs, already slick from your first around, and you slide your hand down his chest. Grazing a nail across one of his firm nipples, a broken moan leaves him, your nails scratching lines down across his chest, defined abs, until reaching your destination. 
The head of his cock bumped the back of your hand, bobbing at the impact and already leaking once again, angry and red and hard, the mating frenzy making itself known. The second your fingers wrapped around his slicked shaft, your arousal and his, his hips bucked into your hand and he groaned into your mouth. 
Your grip tightened, pumping slowly, teasing enough that he fucked up into your fist just to get some relief, lips pressed together but no longer kissing. “Baby, don’t fuckin’ tease me right now. I’m aching for you, don’t do this.”
“Big words for someone who was so willing to edge me to the point of tears not long ago.” You let go entirely, tracing one finger under the head of his cock until he whined, before dipping down further. One finger traced across his sensitive sac, and his hand on your hip gripped so hard you swore the bruise might never leave, his whole body stiffening. 
As he moved to roll back over you, your hand shot up again, flat on his chest and pushing until he was sprawled on his back, shadows exploding out from around him like a stone tossed into a pool. Golden eyes went wide as he watched you climb into his lap, calloused hands fumbled to reach for you as you lined him up, before slipping easily back onto his cock, and sinking to sit fully in his lap. 
His head pressed back into the pillow behind his head, so hard the veins in his neck strained, and your plant your hand on his bared chest for leverage. Your fingertips left crescent moons on his chest, bouncing atop him and slowly building a rhythm on already unsteady legs. The last orgasm was still washing through your body, lingering effects that had yet to go away, and yet you couldn't wait any longer, every instinct in your body screaming to be connected to him once again. 
Propping himself up on his forearms to watch, Azriel licked slowly over his lower lip, watching the bounce of your tits before his face, the clamp of your thighs around his hips, the place where your body took his so wonderfully with every roll of your hips. His hands came up, wrapping around your hips to hold your body to his. “Fuck, sweetheart…”
“I know, I know.” You picked up the pace, breathless and exhausted but the flame inside of you demanded more, and you couldn't possibly bring yourself to fight the fire. You only wanted to stoke it. “Gods, Az, you feel so good…”
“Me? You’re perfect up there, such a good girl, making us both feel so good.” Dragging his body up some more, he took one bouncing nipple lightly between his teeth, a squeal on your lips as one hand flew to grip at his hair, tugging when his tongue smoothed over the bud, sucking lightly. “Taking what you want, looking so good while doing it. You’re my perfect little mess, leaking all my cum, screaming for my cock, such a pretty sight all fucked out.”
“Azriel!” Your hips slammed down into his, words going to your head and making every other thought clear out, until nothing but the raspy words were bouncing around inside, his praise encouraging you to work harder. 
“C’mon, baby. Come for me. Let me help you.” His mouth twitched to the other breast, his hand sliding down your stomach until he could thumb at your clit, and stars burst out in colourful bursts behind your eyes as they crossed. “Good job, squeezin’ me so tight, feelin’ so fuckin’ good.”
His words slurred together with bliss, your body jerking in his hold. His thumb kept spinning his lazy circles as his other arm banded around your waist, holding you down onto his cock. When he fell back, he took you with him, using your own method against you and yanking on that bond until you tumbled down with him. Planting his feet on the bed, he snapped. 
Fucking up into you needily, your jaw hung open, silenced by the force of the pleasure cascading through you. Every cell was alight, every nerve electrified. He gripped your ass in one hand to hold you steady, the other sliding up to your neck to hold you in place, and the utter helplessness was intoxicating as you surrendered to the man who controlled you.
“Yes, yes, yes, Az!” 
He grunted, your hands trying to roll back as best as you could to meet him thrust for thrust, your body preparing to give way as you had nothing left to give. “Fuck, I’m so close…” At his statement, you leaned in, brushing your nose over his and letting your lips tease over his. 
“Come for me, mate.”
A yell left his lips as that word tossed him over the brink, and when he came again, his hot spurts coating your core, you felt the last of your sanity melt. He kissed you through it, your lips meshing together as best you could as your bodies rocked together until you had no energy left to give. 
Laying spent atop his chest, your vision was practically spotting around the edge as you struggled even to breathe, lungs bursting with each pull of air. Your body slipped from atop him and down onto the bed beside him, to lay half across one wing as he let you go, both of you too tired to even care. 
You didn’t know if stable thought and sound mind would ever come back to you, and if you’d ever have the strength to move from these sheets again.
You’d already suspected Azriel would be good in bed, it had been the terribly personal discussion of many girls’ nights between you, Mor, Feyre and Nesta, but now you had the proof to back it up. Not only did he meet all of those claims, he excelled in every single one, leaving the bar you’d set so far behind in the dust that you couldn't even see it. 
Twisting your head to Azriel after finally catching your breath, you found him already looking at you. His head was nestled in your pillow, his chest still rising and falling quicker than usual, and he reached his hand out, brushing a finger over your temple and behind your ear to clear away a damp strand of hair. 
The wetness between your thighs was beginning to grow sticky, the sweat cooling on your skin was making you cold, and the weariness in your bones was making you tired, but you still didn’t want to move, to leave this bubble the two of you had entered. 
“Az?” Your voice was a whisper, feeling like anything more would shatter the moment, and his lips flickered at the edges, running that finger across your face some more, tracing the bridge of your nose now.
“Yes?” His voice was a whisper too, hoarse from the evening’s activities, and you shuffled closer pathetically, trying not to let the mess between your thighs spread to the sheets. 
“I love you.”
His smile grew, red rising on his cheeks, and his head rolled back to the side. His eyes closed, retracting his hand to sling it over his face, and you giggled a little at his response. “Can you say it again?”
“I love you.”
He hummed happily, a tidal wave of happiness finding you from him, and your own eyes closed at the feel of it. Moments passed, silence enveloping you both as sleep threatened to draw you under. When you felt his side of the bed dip, your eyes cracked open, watching him roll onto shaky legs and wander away towards the bathroom, perky ass still bearing the nail marks you’d dug into it, and you bit your lip to hide your chuckle. 
He returned moments later, a damp cloth in hand, kneeling at the edge of the bed and tugging you towards him by one ankle. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I made a mess of you, I get to clean you up.” Your legs fell apart, too tired to protest at all, but you couldn't look at him as he did so, head falling back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling. He traced the cold cloth up the insides of your thighs first, gathering his release that had already spilled out, and goosebumps followed in its wake. 
“You don’t get to clean me up, you have to. It’s not an honour to wipe up cum.”
A loud, gravelly laugh burst from him, fingers trembling between your legs as he began to gently wipe your folds clean of both your juices, leaning down to press a kiss to both bent knees. “It is an honour, but when you say it like that, it sounds gross. It’s an honour to get to care for you, to have the privilege of making a mess to clean up, to have you trust me to intimately and fully. To let me see every part of you. Mind, body, and soul.”
“Only you could make aftercare so romantic, Az.” You sighed, cupping a hand over your eyes as a weak laugh followed, and his pride was palpable in the room even without the bond. He wiped himself down as he walked away, swiping his pyjamas from where they’d fallen from your bed to the floor in such a hurry, and pulling on the bottoms. 
With the top, however, he lifted you up, wrapping it over your neck and helping you to guide an arm into each hole. He got himself resituated on the bed, under the covers this time, tugging the blankets out from under your body and holding his arm up, welcoming you into his chest. “C’mere, already.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, dragging tired limbs across the mattress until you were wrapped up in him, his arm, the blanket, and a wing on top of it all, nose to nose on the same pillow. He took advantage of that proximity, leaning in to kiss you through a smile. 
It felt surreal, to possibly ever feel this happy, to have found something you’d always dreamed of, with the man you never thought you could have. If only you hadn't wasted so much time putting yourself down. 
That thought sent something from the back of your mind crashing back to the front, and you pulled back from him by an inch with a gasp. His lips were still puckered when his eyes fluttered open, filled with confusion. “I have a question, something I was talking about with Viv before!”
“We just finished having mindblowing sex, your legs are practically still shaking, I was kissing you, and you’re thinking about someone else? I’m kinda’ offended, that was some of my best work.” You scoffed, wanting to deny his claims, but like a traitor, your right leg gave a sudden spasm, as if to emphasise his point. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to get possessive.”
“Going to get possessive?” You teased, and he shrugged.
“I could be so much worse, baby. I was well-behaved tonight, just you wait.” You reached a hand down to steady your twitching leg, and Azriel watched with a smirk, waiting for your question, despite his complaints.
“It was something she said about you, so, I am thinking about you!”
“Well, that’s much better then. Proceed.” Your eyes rolled at him, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, followed by a nip, and your face scrunched up a little. “You already knew about our bond, why didn’t you say anything? How long did you know?”
His jaw dropped a little, obviously not expecting something like that, and before he could even think about turning away, you settled a hand on his cheek, fingers tracing his face reassuringly as you smiled. 
He paused, seeming to think it through, a blush spreading across his face under your fingertips, and embarrassment crawled across the bridge between your hearts. You met it with unyielding support and affection, a soft puff of breath leaving him. 
“I wanted you to fall in love with me organically, if you were going to fall in love with me at all. I knew I’d never be content knowing that you might only be with me for the bond, and if we were going to have a relationship, I wanted it to be because you wanted me.” He rolled his lower lip between his teeth, obviously not finished, and the blush darkened. “You’ve known me for so long, you’ve meant so much more to me than I could have possibly begun to understand for decades, but it wasn’t until… recently that I put those feelings into perspective.”
“Recently?”
“I began to understand what they meant.” You didn’t miss the way he avoided the second part of your question again, but he was getting something off of his chest, and you needed to hear it all. “I realised you weren't just my best friend, you were so much more to me. Not long after I realised my true feelings did the bond click for me. But, you’ve known me. You knew how much I let that desire control me, to do stupid, selfish things. I couldn't let you think it would be just about that. If I was going to win your heart, you had to be able to trust it was for me, not just the bond.”
“My heart is yours, Azriel. It was for a long time before I discovered the bond, you just never knew. You know now, right?”
“I do, and I don’t intend to ever give it back.”
Your smiles matched one another, the light in the room now only provided by the dying flames of the fireplace, the two of you keeping one another warm, tucked in together. Finally, it was time to ask again, “How long?”
Azriel’s gaze dropped from your own, and he took your hands in his instead, raising them up to kiss your knuckles. 
“How long, Az?”
“Don’t be mad.” Your eyes narrowed a little at his fragile whisper, barely audible words, and under the weight of your stare, he slumped, a confession rising. “Almost four years.”
Your inhale was so sudden you choked on it, spluttering a little as the air got trapped in your throat, and his alarmed gaze snapped back to you. “Four years?”
“Are you mad?” his grip on your hands tightened, and as you regained control of your breathing, he winced. “You seem mad.”
“No, Azriel, I’m not mad. I’m heartbroken.” His face fell, concern morphing to despair, and you shook your hands free from his, clutching his face in both now. “Heartbroken for you. You’ve known for four years, and you’ve just suffered with that?”
You were reeling, guilt eating you alive, stomach twisting as a replay of the last four years of your life spinning through your mind. 
“I’ve been on dates in the last four years. I’ve- oh, Gods.” You’d been on dates, you’d been on more than just dates, all unsuccessful and pitiful, and it was Azriel’s arms you’d fallen into to complain about them all, to seek comfort. He only shrugged now, reclaiming your hands with his and resting his forehead against your own. 
“I know, but it made you happy.”
“Az, you’re breaking my heart right now.”
He only shook his head, wrapping you up tighter in his hold. “Love, if you never fell for me, I’d have happily stayed friends with you for our entire lives. Just because I was in love with you, didn’t mean you’d love me back. The bond is special, but love is more so. It doesn’t guarantee mutual feelings. Having you in my life at all was always enough for me.”
You were shocked, guilt and adoration waging a war inside of you, and your eyes closed to block in tears that were threatening to break free. You didn’t know if they were from sadness or joy. “Four years, Az…”
“It’s nothing. Compared to how long we’ll live, it-”
“Don’t! Don’t pretend like that.” Your voice cracked, giving way to the emotions overwhelming you, and a sad sound left Azriel in response. He nuzzled a little closer, until your lips were brushing with every word you spoke: “Just because we live so long doesn’t make time any less precious. Four years is a long time, Az. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why it didn’t snap sooner for me.”
Your lip wobbled, and he steadied it with a kiss, desperate for understanding and needy for comfort, and you could barely bring yourself to kiss back you were so shaken. When a sob left you instead, he shushed you quietly, rolling over you until your back was pressed into the mattress, and he was kissing away every tear, every spot on your face, until a wet laugh was finally pulled from you. 
“Please, my love. Please, don’t cry.” A final kiss, salty and wet, to your lips. “I’m happy it took so long. I got the pleasure of watching you fall in love with me, under no influence. I got to watch every smile that was something more, every blush I drew from you, every compliment you took to heart. I got to watch you fall in love with me, and it was the best thing that I ever did.”
“You’re killin’ me, Az.” 
“I got to feel the moment that you knew for certain I was the one you wanted forever. It made it all so worth it. I’d have waited four hundred years for you if that’s what it took. I’d have waited forever, and if it never came, I’d have spent my life going on vacations and stealing cuddles, or curling up in the library on cold nights to read together.” He leaned in, leaving another kiss on your lips, and you managed to return it this time, looping your arms around his neck to hold him close. “Do not cry for me, because I’m not sad or scorned. I’m so godsdamned happy. I’ve never been happier.”
He sent a flood of that happiness to you to emphasise his point, your eyes watering again, and this time you knew exactly which emotion had brought it on. “I love you.”
“I know.” He murmured, tugging you back into his chest as you cried again, letting you bury your wet face in his neck. 
“I love you, Azriel.”
“I love you too. My beautiful mate.” Rolling onto his side again, you clung onto him, the mere thought of letting him go sending a surge of ice-cold dread down your spine. Any distance at all felt tragic, your body trembling as you finally let go of so many locked-up emotions, so much overwhelming love for him, his hand smoothing over your hair, another tucked under your shirt to trace your spine soothingly. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
“I love you. So freakin’ much.”
“I feel it.” He tugged on that bond, your chest warming at the intensity of it, heart beating hard in reply. 
“I love you. I love you.” Pulling back, you found his cheeks wet too when you pulled back, his eyes a little puffy, silently joining you in the tears, and offering a shaky smile. You pressed a kiss to his lips, frantic and quick, a series of them to follow. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.”
He met you kiss for kiss, urgent in the dark as such a heavy burden was lifted from his chest and yours. “How could I possibly forget, when your love is the thing I treasure the most?”
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eddiemadmunson · 1 year
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Little mouse part 2
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Paring: Aemond x reader Warning: dirty talk, NSFW themes
Part 1: HERE
“I am not done with you, little mouse,” Aemond’s words echoed in your mind since that day he cornered you against the wall
Every time when you remembered the dirty things he purred into your ear you felt your skin burning 
You imagined his words coming true and your hand moved slowly down your body to your wet pussy, trying to satisfy your hunger for the young Prince, but it was pointless. Your inexperienced fingers weren’t good enough, you came whispering his name into the silence of the night, but you felt empty and unsatisfied
Aemond totally ignored you since that day like if nothing happened and you started to think that you only imagined the whole encourter
One day Helaena asked you to serve a dinner for her and Aegon 
But when you came with a roasted lamb on a plate, Helaena was nowhere to be seen
Only Aegon sat at the table, already slightly drunk
You usually tried your best to avoid being alone with him, but you couldn’t retreat, because he already spotted you
You put the meat in front of him with a polite bow, waiting to be dismissed
But it didn’t happen, you felt a harsh slap on your butt instead
“Fetch me more wine, Y/N,” Aegon slurred and you yelleped at the sudden contact 
He usually ignored you, but it seemed that today was your unlucky day, because when you started pouring wine into his cup, you felt his hand wandering up your leg under your skirt
You jumped a little a spilled the wine across the table, Aegon completely ignored it, his hand wandering higher on your leg, looking at your terrified face with a wicked grin
You didn’t know what to do, you simply couldn’t slap the Prince across the face
Suddenly you were pulled away from Aegon by your waist, your back bumped into musled chest 
“Keep your hands away from her brother, if you want to keep them,” Aemond threatened behind you and you sighed in relief
“Oh I see, wrong brother was about to finger you, doll,” Aegon smirked and watched his brother with amusement in his violet eyes. He has never seen Aemond reacting like this because of a woman
“Get out of here,” Aemond commanded and you shivered. 
You quickly ran away but you bumped into Helaena on your way out 
“Y/N, where are you going? I am sorry, I am late, the spiders were whispering so sweetly, I had to listened to them,” she said dreamily, not aware that you look so frightened 
“I wanted to surprise you and have a dinner with you and Aegon,” she pouted her lips. “What happened, why are you going away” she asked you. 
“I... I spilled some wine on the table, I felt embarresed,” you quickly made up an excuse
“It doesn’t matter, Y/N. It means less wine for Aegon to drink,” she laughed and happily turned you around and dragged you back to the dinning room. 
“Oh, Aemond, I didn’t know that you would join us,” she said confused when you two walked back to the table. “You are sitting on Y/N’s chair, we need another one,” she said, panic seeping into her soft voice. 
“No need, sister. Calm down, she can sit here,” Aemond said calmly and before you had a chance to react he pulled you onto his lap, sitting you on one of his strong thighs.
You gasped quietly when you felt one of his long hands wrapping around your midsection, securing you on his lap
Helaena clapped happily, laughing from ear to ear, completely oblivious to your discomfort
“This is exactly what I wanted,lovely dinner with my favorite people,” she giggled and you smiled softly at her, it was rare to see her so happy these days. 
“I would have invited you too Aemond, but I thought that you were in Penthos with Vhagar,” she smiled at her younger brother and you felt happy, that he didn’t ignore you lately, he just simply wasn’t at the castle for some time
“I came back earlier, I have some unfinished business here” he simply said and Helaena happily nodded and turned to her husband
“If I ever find my brother's hands underneath your skirt again, I will kill you both, little mouse,” he whispered into your ear, his fingers digging deeper into your side and you shivered when his lips brushed against your ear.
Before you had a chance to say something your awkward dinner was interrupted by Sir Criston Cole, calling the royal siblings to their father’s chambers, it seemed that his grace was getting worse. You felt bad for king Viserys, but you were glad that you could escape from this situation. 
In the middle of the night you were tossing and turning in your bed, dirty thoughts about Prince Aemond filling your mind once again
You loved sitting on his lap but on the other hand you were embarressed to do it in front of his siblings
You liked the feeling of his musled chest against your back, or the feeling of his hot breath on the sensitive skin of your neck
Your hand once again traveled down your body, squeezing your already hard nipple softly, quietly moaning, imagining that it was Aemond’s hands on your body making you feel good
Your other hand traveled further down into your undergarments, slipping easily into your slick folds. You sighed desperately, knowing that your fingers were not enough, but you kept going, feeling that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomac 
“Aemond,” you moaned quietly, your fingers pushing in and out of your soaked pussy, filling the night with wet sounds. 
“Since when do you call me Aemond and not my Prince, little mouse?” Aemond’s deep voice startled you, making you freeze. You slowly turned your head to the right, looking straight at the young Prince. His eye watched you hungrily, he looked like a god when the moonlight was falling on his beautiful face, but the look in his eye was devilish.
Part 3 
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frankenkyle19 · 6 months
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Grownup Time
Kintober day 6: Kit Walker x reader get up to some fun while the kids are out trick or treating ;)
word count: 1.5k short one! Short and sweet! description/warnings: unprotected sex, quickie, smut, p in v penetration, uh that’s it I think? Very tame compared to some of my other fics
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You met Kit Walker at one of the hardest points in his young life. Both the women he loved died, one murdered by the other and the other passing away in an asylum that he knew didn’t treat people right. He had first hand experience there sadly. Something he wasn’t too keen on sharing with others. Not even you. 
Now he was a single father, caring for two beautiful kids while also trying to work and support them. It was hard, really hard and everyone wondered when he’d get married again. 
He still wasn’t married, but he had a girlfriend. You. You didn’t need a ring on your finger to know how much you two loved each other. He was completely devoted to you and you loved him just as much.
His kids were absolutely precious and loved to spend time with you, instantly clinging to you as a mother figure that they hadn’t had in months. 
You moved in with Kit soon after you met, deciding it was the best for all of you, kids included. You’d be able to help around the house and with the kids, giving Kit some much needed rest while also being able to spend more time with him which was a win win.
Now, six whole months later you all had a set schedule as a family. Kit went to work, the kids went off to school and you’d cook dinner. Two days a week Kit would insist that he cook for the family and of course you let him. He looked beautiful in the kitchen leaning over a pot or pulling something out of the oven.
Everything was absolutely perfect. Except for one thing… You two barely had any time alone.
Sure maybe after the kids fell asleep but they were both very light sleepers and got up frequently in the night. The last thing you needed was for one of them to walk in on the two of you getting it on. 
You could realistically do it in the shower, but when Kit nearly slipped bending you over you two had called it quits and just finished cleaning up before drying off. It wasn’t for lack of trying. You two tried hard, but it seemed that every single time you made a move on each other the world had to be the biggest cockblock. 
Luckily for the two of you lovebirds, it was Halloween and that meant trick or treating which meant kids out of the house. 
Kit was a bit nervous to let the kids go off without him, but after some convincing and the knowledge that their friend's mother would be going along with them, he agreed.
It had been hard for him ever since Grace and Alma died. He was so worried for his kids in every aspect of their lives. The kids loved their father, but he was a bit overbearing at times. It all came from a place of love. Kit wouldn’t be able to survive if something happened to them. He’d already faced so much loss.
Kit had gotten off of work early that day to be able to see Thomas and Julia off, making sure that he talked with their friend’s mother and discussed where they’d be going. 
He kissed each child on the head, much to their dismay before waving them goodbye, watching as they walked off down the path to go trick or treating. Kit would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit nervous.
You had made a roast for dinner that night, something simple but also something Kit loved. You were just about to finish up in the kitchen when he came up behind you, wrapping you in his large arms and squeezing gently, pressing a few kisses to your exposed neck.
A shiver ran up your spine as you subconsciously leaned back against him, sighing out a soft exhale of contentment. 
His body was warm and soft against yours… save for one thing.
“Kit Walker!” You exclaimed, turning around to face him.
“Are you hard?” You teased, looking down to see that he was in fact aroused. Not like he had much of a choice in how he felt. It’d been so long since he’d had you all to himself to even entertain the thought.
“It’s been so long suga’ just give me a bit of lovin’ yeah? The kids are gone, we’ve got the house all to ourselves for at least the next two hours.” He smiled softly, accent thick as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to. Of course you did. Who wouldn’t? 
You pulled him into a kiss, standing on your tiptoes as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. It was obvious how eager and desperate he was for this. 
The two of you stumbled out of the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, clothes coming off on the way there, the two of you tripping as you rushed to get your pants off.
You had no intention of taking things slow, despite having all the time in the world. You were much too worked up for any of that, and by the way Kit was panting, he wasn’t in the mood for slow either.
Kit’s large hands came behind you once your shirt was up and over your head, undoing your bra like he’d done so many times before, letting the straps slide down your arms before your breasts were freed.
Kit brushed the pad of his thumb over one of the hardening nipples, grinning. You shivered, arching into the touch. Just the simplest of touches had you so desperate for more.
Luckily for you, Kit was more than ready to give you anything your heart desired.
Your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his white boxers, causing him to throw his head back with a sigh, subtly bucking into the touch.
“Okay baby- ya gotta stop that or I’ll cum-“ he whined, cock twitching in his boxers as he pulled your hand away, shaking his head with a laugh.
“It’s been too long.” He mumbled as he pulled you into a kiss, practically ripping off your panties along with his underwear before positioning himself between your legs.
You reached down and gave his length a few strokes for good measure before he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed his length in.
It always hurt the first few moments with Kit, no matter how much you’d done it. He was well above average and you always needed time to adjust to his size.
Kit nearly collapsed over you at the feeling of your plush walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper inside.
You gripped his hair in your hands and played with it absentmindedly as the two of you waited to adjust. Kit shook subtly against you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“Baby- go ahead I’m ready.” You moaned out. He didn’t need to be told twice, already beginning to thrust in and out before you even finished your sentence.
Gripping onto his shoulders, your nails dug into his skin, sure to leave red marks tomorrow that he’d admire in the mirror each time he got changed. 
“Fuck baby, yer so tight. Damn-“ he groaned out, peppering kisses along your neck and collarbone, fucking into you at a much harsher pace now.
“Mmm Kit f-Fuck-“ You moaned out, his groin brushing against your clit with each thrust in, causing pleasure to surge through you, a tight dull ache forming in the pit of your stomach.
Kit sensed this change in you almost immediately and it made him weak in the knees. Making you cum was always such an honor for him, and god was he so, so good at it. 
“Close-“ You whined out, hips chasing his each time he pulled back to thrust once more.
“Yeah? Gonna cum fer me? Yeh you are. Good girl, my good girl.” He cooed, reaching down to rub circles against your clit.
You were so lost in the pleasure that the air was knocked out of your lungs when you did cum. You arched your back and cried out, biting down on your bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as you writhed underneath Kit 
Seeing you like this was more than enough to trigger his own release and soon, a warmth filled you up from deep inside. Kit soon collapsed next to you, holding you close as he slipped out of you, his cum dripping onto the bedsheets that would now definitely need changed.
You both stayed silent for several moments, just panting, enjoying the after effects of your releases.
“We need to do that more often.” Kit breathed out with an exasperated chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Well we still have a few more hours until the kids get home.” You grinned, rolling over to sit atop him, hands laying flat on his chest as you gave him a suggestive smirk.
“Oh baby-“ he cooed, his accent stronger now in his hazy state of pleasure as he held your hips.
Happy Halloween to the two of you. 
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