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doctorwhoandfairytaillover · 2 months ago

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Fall of an Empire

Summary: The fall of an empire began because of the love for a woman.

Pairing: Emperor Geta x Reader (romantic), Emperor Caracalla x Reader (platonic)

A/N: I will be honest, wish I had written this as soon as I left theaters but it's as good as I could make it. 😅

Warning: Major character deaths and some movie spoilers if you haven't seen it yet

Divider credits @saradika

It was never meant for her.

To most onlookers, it became quite obvious that should anything ever happen to the empress, that it would not take long for the twin emperors to descend into madness. The two had a penchant for violence, one that was difficult for them to be ever satisfied and somehow it came to be that Geta, was consumed by the love and affection he held for his wife from the moment their eyes met on the day they were wed.

While Caracalla viewed her with a brotherly love, calling her sister the day they met and appreciating her all the more when she gifted him with his prized monkey Dondas. Her gentle but firm hand was quick to soften the temper of the brothers, there was still a madness that brewed beneath the surface and all knew, it would all turn to ruin should anything befall the young empress.

She shouldn't have been there that day.

Still in the early months, the empress' pregnancy was an open secret amongst everyone in the senate and many were cautious to incur the wrath of their emperors as their protectiveness seemed to reach even greater heights than was the norm. Her recent symptoms had her spending much more time in the royal couples chambers, hiding away to let the nauseousness abate. The same symptom that had kept her from being by the side of her husband and brother by law during the first initial days of games in the colosseum meant to celebrate the conquest of Numidia.

The fateful day had begun like most in its mundanity for the young Emperor Geta and his lovely wife (Y/N), both rousing slowly with the rise of Helios in the sky with their legs tangled together and in a tender warm embrace as they had slept. Geta was careful to cradle his wife in his arms, his hands languidly caressing her small bump that had only recently begun to show in recent weeks.

"How is the little one treating you this morning, beloved?" Geta whispered between soft kisses to her neck.

Stretching tiredly, she cupped his cheek in her hand, "Much better than usual. I think the concoction made by the healer has finally had an effect because I actual feel like joining you and Caracalla today."

"Are you certain?" he asked softly. "There's no need for you to join us if you aren't feeling up to the task. I can come up with another excuse if needed."

"Stop fussing, my love" she giggled. "I truly feel leagues better and the gladiators will be fighting by water today, do you think I would want to miss such a feat?"

His brow creased in uncertainty. He knew that if his wife was truly not up to the task of being by his side that she would make it known. But there was an uneasiness that he couldn't seem to shake off.

He gently untangled himself from their loving embrace, quickly dressing himself in a robe and took strides to the jeweled chest atop of her vanity, clutching the box to his chest and returning to her side. Carefully, Geta helped his wife put on her jewelry and pressing a kiss to her hands or lips for every adornment that he placed on her.

"Your well being is my top priority," he said kneeled by her side. "The moment that you feel anything amiss, we leave. Is that understood?"

"Yes, my love" she conceded with a smile.

Geta wasn't given a chance to say anything more as the doors to their chambers were pushed open by none other than Caracalla. The younger brother giggling in amusement when he stepped in.

"Lovely morrow for a bit of violence and blood, wouldn't you say brother? Will my radiant sister join us at last or has your little parasite incapacitated her once more?"

"I will be with both of you, little brother" (Y/N) said gently. "And please refrain from calling your niece or nephew a parasite, you wouldn't want to upset them before they have even arrived."

Caracalla waved her off and smiled, "The little parasite can complain when they're older. Until then, I can call them whatever I like because they seem to enjoy making you suffer." He leaned down and spoke to the small bump, "You'll be an absolute menace, isn't that right little parasite?"

Geta huffed out in mild annoyance and began to push his brother out of the room, "You can make more complaints about my progeny later. My wife and I are still not dressed."

"Oh, I don't mind staying."

"We will see you in the colosseum brother," Geta said with a shove and closing the doors. When they were shut, he turned back to his wife. "Let us make haste then before he tries to come bother again."

It was chaos below in the arena, the barbarian Hanno had led his group of men into ramming their boat against the opposing side and there was so much to see that it all became difficult to track. Smoke from the flames burning the boat made the task near impossible, but it didn't stop the adrenaline from coursing the veins of the young emperors from the glimpses they could see.

"My love," the empress called to her husband in worry. "They're too close, it's too close. We must leave or take caution, the men and boats are too close."

"Don't make such a fuss, sister" Caracalla said but his gaze stayed on the carnage below. "Things are getting interesting."

Below their sight, Hanno had a crossbow in his hands with the clear intent of killing the General Acacius. The aforementioned man had no chance to warn his empress that was seated in front of him of the gladiators intentions.

It all happened so fast.

It was an accident.

The crossbow was jostled in Hanno's hands as the arrow was let loose and it struck dead center between the two emperors.

And into the empress' chest.

The two men screamed in horror, unused to the violence being so close and it having any true impact to them. Caracalla was hysterical as guards pulled him away; screeching, hitting, and calling for something to be done for his sister. While Geta was enraged as he tried to temper his emotions and pushing the guards aside.

"Everything will be alright, wife" Geta said as he held his wife's hand in his own that trembled. "We will bring the healer and then find the gladiator that is to be dealt with!"

The empress could not respond, choking on her blood as she tried to reach for her husbands face before her final breath left her body.

When she went limp in his grasp, there was no halting the enraged wail from Geta as he lost his beloved bride and unborn child in a single moment.

Nothing could stop the spiral of destruction that followed the demise of the empress.

It was General Acacius' fault as the arrow was meant for him.

It was Lucillas fault for birthing the bastard that did it.

It was their fault

It was THEIR fault

It was Geta's fault.

Or so Caracalla's mind was led to believe as he and his brother sought refuge away from the hordes of people that sought to remove them from their seats of power.

His beloved sister (Y/N) and her little parasite were gone because Geta had failed to protect them.

Dondas and he would soon follow if Geta was permitted to reign alongside him any longer.

With every slash, the voices calmed in Caracalla's mind, and it soothed him to see the same rivers of blood flow down his brother's chest just as he had seen happen to his lovely sister.

Geta although unwilling, was to be reunited with his wife and child.

Caracalla would join them soon enough.

#emperor geta x reader #emperor geta x you #emperor geta fanfic #gladiator ii x reader #gladiator ii fanfiction #x reader #x reader insert

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confietti · 11 months ago

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✦ ── “SIPS OF REGRET”

ᯓ★ SUMMARY: you got drunk with your bff and accidentally revealed some.. intimate feelings about your boyfriend's best friend. word got back to him and he decided to make your dream a reality.

wc: 1.1k click here to join the ice cream shop! not proofread

Oh how you fucking hated drinking. you swore you were never gonna drink again after this. This was your last straw, your 13th reason, your-

you snapped out of your little trance at the sting of your boyfriend’s hand connecting with your ass.

“Listen to me when I fucking talk. you didn't answer my question. are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?” fuck.

you and lea were giggling while playing truth or dare. you invited her over for a girls' night to chat and catch up. you decided to record yourselves playing this since you wouldn't be seeing each other for a while after this.

“truth or dare?” “truth.” “girl boo, you’re boring as hell. but anyway. hm... if you had the chance to fuck any guy, who would it be? and you can’t say satoru, that's cheating.” she teased.

you thought about for a brief moment before blushing and giggling. “maybe suguru? i love ‘toru but he’s hot as fuck.. if i was single i’d hit that for real.” you slurred. “oh? shit, i can't lie i’d probably do that too.”

about two weeks after the incident lea's alcoholic ass went drinking with suguru. the two were laughing and talking before he asked a rather interesting question.

“oh shit, you didn't tell me about you guys’ sleepover. how was that?” your so-called “bestie” giggled in her drunken state while pulling out her phone. “it was goood, we played truth or dare, shit, look what she said about you!”

he watched the video and was astonished, to say the least. he silently grasped her chin and tilted her head forward before asking. “can you send that t’me princess?”

and of course, her dumbass said yes.

when he got home he forwarded the video to ony without any context.

sugupoo: [forwarded a video] Seen at 10:23 PM

Satoru watched it before gazing over at you, cuddling up to him as you were sleeping. You appeared very innocent compared to how you acted in the video.

He opted not to tell you what he knew just yet. He wanted to offer you an opportunity to admit it.

The next morning, he kissed your lips before serving you breakfast. You suspected he was happier than normal today, but you chose to brush it off.

“How was your sleep baby?” You whispered a small ‘it was fine’ before taking a bite of the food before you.

After you had finished, Satoru took your plate away. He started to wash your dish before asking you a question that made you choke on your coffee.

“I invited suguru for dinner tonight, that okay with you?” When you choked on your drink before responding to him, he glanced at you, concerned. “T-that’s fine.. just a bit sudden.”

He gave a humming sound, then dried the plate before placing it back in the cupboard. “Is there a problem?” He tried to give you a somewhat worried glance but his eyes darkened instead, scaring you.

“N-no! of course not.. he can come over..” “Great! thanks babe!” then his seemingly dark expression brightened into a smile before he kissed your cheek and returned to your shared bedroom.

sugupoo: she mention it?

satoru: nah. u still gonna come ?

sugupoo: fuck yeah.

You curled your hair with increasing anxiety, knowing suguru could show up any moment now. You decided to wear the same dress satoru bought you for your most recent anniversary.

The doorbell rang, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced through the bedroom door to see your boyfriend welcome his bestfriend.

You immediately finished getting ready, putting the final touches on your makeup before going outside to welcome suguru yourself.

You stepped out nervously, muttering a small ‘hi’ before becoming flustered and taking your seat at the table. Suguru gave a quiet giggle before greeting you back.

You all sat down to eat the dinner you finished preparing not too long ago. Afterwards, Satoru proposed that you guys should chill in the basement.

You loved this idea since it was recently remodeled. As soon as you were down there, Satoru dragged you onto his lap. Fingers grazing your thighs before speaking.

“Y’know baby, suguru here sent me a little video we wanna talk t’you about… I was just wondering what on him you wanna ‘hit’?”

—

Suguru gave you a little pout, “Why’re you running from me, baby? you were so brave in the video.” A grin spread across his face as he split you open, making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Nngh— sugu-” you immediately got cut off by a harsh slap against your ass. “Not Suguru tonight baby.” “S-sir! f-feels s’good sir!”

“Good.” he hummed with approval. Satoru took you by surprise as he groaned into your mouth, grabbing your hair in the process.

You stared up at him with wet lashes, while he just smiles and takes his cock out, tip leaking with precum as he smears some on your lips.

“C’mon pretty... open” You did as told, opening your mouth to allow him to thrust into it. A small gag left your throat as he forced himself in. The sight was mesmerizing, You, on all fours getting your throat fucked as his best friend pounded into you from behind.

Still maintaining eye contact with you as he grabbed your hair and began fucking your face. Letting out horrible moans and groans while watching drool fall onto your tits. Eyes blurry with tears as you struggled to breathe.

You whimpered when he suddenly pulled you off of his cock and forced you to look at him. “Last time I checked you aren’t supposed to be enjoying this honey and I think it’s been long enough...”

Satoru silently spread you over his lap before slowly caressing your ass. “Now darling, let’s reflect on our actions for a bit. Are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?”

He waited a little while for your response, but all you were able to give him was a string of incoherent babbles. You snapped out of your little trance at the sting of your boyfriend’s hand connecting with your ass.

“You’re supposed to listen to me when I fucking talk. you didn't answer my question. Are you supposed t’be saying that shit about any other man but me?”

The sting caused you to ache in pain, tears streamed down your face as you managed to formulate words and answer him.

N-no! m’s-sorry! I can’t take anymore 'toru please!” He smirked down at you before focusing his attention on Suguru, who’s been watching this entire scene play out.

“What do you think Sugu? Think we should give her a break? Think she learned her lesson?” Suguru gave a sinister look before answering.

“I think we should teach her again to make sure she fully understands.”

a/n: this took so LONG omg im so sorry??? im a huge procrastinator and school ate me alive im so sorryyyy. but regardless i hope you guys enjoyed!!!

the ice cream shop: @lickmyglockk @peachyminx

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trippinsorrows · 8 months ago

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with me + part ten

authors note: none

song inspo: “with me” by destiny’s child

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: fluff, language, suggestive themes, angst

words: 5.8k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @southerngirl41 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @wanderingreigns

You’ve never been a person who was big on holidays.

Never saw the massive appeal. Easter was annoying cause everyone and they mama showed up to church just to show off their kids silk press and frilly dresses. Halloween was too dark. Valentine’s Day was always a toss up, depending on where you and Amir were at the moment. And 4th of July….fuck America.

But Christmas…..in recent years, it’s starting to become a holiday you really enjoy. You owe a lot of that to Callie and her pure joy and excitement at the "most wonderful time of the year," for gifts, yes, but she loved celebrating “baby Jesus” birthday just as much.

And you couldn't deny that your town was most beautiful this time of year. Stunningly decorated, there wasn’t a non-resident building in town that wasn’t dressed down in HGTV worthy Christmas decor. Walking through town really felt like walking on the set of a Hallmark Christmas movie.

And the activities were endless, especially for kids.

Hence your current whereabouts, sitting on a bench with your mom as Callie partakes with a group of other kids in a workshop with some of ‘Santa’s elves’. Your eyes land on her more often than not, knowing you live in a safe area but never wanting to take any chances. You also notice how talkative she is at the table she’s seated at with another little girl. You smile. Seeing her interact with other kids always makes you happy. Once she gets past her initial shyness, you definitely see sprinkles of your extroverted personality in her.

Checking your phone from a text from Joe, you can’t avoid the pout when met with empty notifications.

Your mom, forever perceptive, notices this. “When does he come in?”

“Tomorrow,” you answer, unable to contain the smile on your face. You’re not sure who’s more excited about Joe’s return: you or Callie. Probably her, but you’re not that far behind.

And not even just for sexual reasons. Yes, that’s definitely up there, but also expected. Because one thing about sex with Joe: it’s addictive.

Having him like that for the first time in years awakened things in you that you forgot existed. No one could make you come like he could, and he knew it, hence his smug disposition during sex. One thing you were starting to realize was that Joe fucked like Roman, but he made love like Joe, and it was a deadly combination.

You woke up alone the morning after the date, but you knew that was the case because this man literally flew out for one night just to take you out. And dick you down.

But Joe being Joe, left you a note, like something out of one of those corny but sweet, romantic indie movies. It was thoughtful, but he’s always been thoughtful.

That shouldn’t have surprised you.

Just like you shouldn’t have been surprised to be woken up by Callie jumping on your bed, happy to see you and wanting to catch you up on her fun sleepover with Alexis. Alexis, who made sure that the first thing that she checked was the nightstand where that Plan B absolutely was nowhere to be found.

Used and discarded in your waste bin. That’s where it was.

The smirk she sent your way, you just knew she was gonna have a million and one questions. And clearly waiting for Callie to not be present to have that conversation was too much waiting, hence your phone buzzing with texts while you watched Wish with Callie.

Alexis: You dirty whore! I wanna know everything.

You: What’s there to tell? You don’t see the box anymore, do you?

Alexis: Bitch, you know what I mean. It was good, wasn’t it?

You: Girl…..good ain’t the word for it. 😩 I’m so tired and sore right now. He wore my ass out. Had me up all night.

You: I stopped counting after 4.

Alexis: 😖 You have no idea how much I love this for you.

Alexis: I’m also gonna take a wild guess that since you took the plan b, ya’ll didn’t use protection? He came in you, didn’t he? 👀

You: Every.single.time.

Alexis: Oh, he down baddddd.

Alexis: Shit, do I need to get you some pregnancy tests?

You: NO. It was just last night…..I may have to get on BC because that can’t be a regular thing.

Alexis: Well….don’t you want more kids anyway?

You: We’re not even dating, and you want me to get knocked up by this man?

Alexis: Bitch, you already have one child. Give her a sibling.

Alexis: And what do you mean you’re not dating? That is your man. Just own it.

It was a fun exchange, as are most things with Alexis, and it brought up a valid point. Joe was gonna have to either wrap it up or you were going to need to get back on the pill.

And you knew better than to tell her that this man literally asked you if you were on the pill and said good when you told him you weren’t. You haven’t given yourself time to process that….later date and time.

But Joe’s definitely been the subject of several dreams that left you waking up feeling aroused. Hence you counting down the days until his return, yes for Callie, but also because you desperately need your insides rearranged in a way only he can fulfill.

And you also just miss him.

Plain and simple.

“I take it things are going well between ya’ll.” Your mom gives you that all-knowing look that all moms possess. You roll your eyes, and she playfully nudges your shoulder. “I’m happy for you, sweetie. You deserve to be happy. You and Callie.”

“We’re just….I don’t know what we’re doing exactly, but….it is going well.” It seems a bit silly to not acknowledge that you and Joe are dating again, but until he confirms as such, you lean on the side of caution. Granted, you know he’s not fucking anyone else, and you damn sure aren’t either. You speak to each other as often as you can, and there’s seldom a conversation that occurs without one or both of you hinting at the mindblowing sex you’ll have once he returns.

Nope….not dating at all.

“Well, he’s divorced now, isn’t he?” You’d eventually caught your mom up on that important update, knowing that she would never really approve if his wife was still in the picture. She wouldn’t outright say anything, but her demeanor would be telling enough.

“Yes, but—”

“And he’s obviously very interested in being with you. I don’t need to ask if you’re interested in being with him, and Callie would do well in a healthy two-parent household.”

At that, you stop walking, arm in front of your mom. “Mama….you did amazing raising me all on your own. I owe you so much that it’d be impossible for me to ever repay you.” And it’s the truth. Definitely age and becoming a single mother yourself showed you just how much your mom sacrificed to keep a roof over your head and food in your belly. Your mom truly is your hero.

She smiles warmly, placing her gloved hand over yours. “I appreciate that, baby. But, if you don’t have to struggle, why should you? Joseph seems keen on being in Callie’s life and yours as well. What’s holding you back?”

You chuckle at her final question. “That’s more or less the same thing Alexis said.” Only gone for a couple days, you're starting to miss her too. She's been a great source of support the past couple weeks.

“I always did like that girl. A bit on the wild side, but I like her.” Oh, if your mom knew the extent of what that wildness looked like. Not just for Alexis but yourself. You’re certain your mom would have a heart attack if she knew you were a regular at the strip club in college. So much so that the owner knew you by name and often propositioned you for a job.

You’d be lying if you tried to say you didn’t consider it from time to time.

“Maybe it’s how we got together,” you guess aloud, sitting back against the bench. “I think I still have some guilt about doing that to his wife.”

It’s a take you’ve found yourself thinking about more and more over the past couple weeks. She may be out of the picture now, but she wasn’t when you first started messing with Joe. She was still his wife the first time you let him take you to bed, and that’s left a stain on your conscience you’re not entirely sure how to rid yourself of.

“I understand that entirely.” Hearing the change in your mom’s tone has you wondering if it’s truly wise to have this conversation with her. Is it still a sensitive subject? “But it seems they divorced before you even came back in the picture. Do you know why they finally went their separate ways?”

Shaking your head, you inform, “no, and a part of me wants to ask, but when he told me about it, I could see it was difficult for him. He had this….sadness in his eyes. And I don’t think it was because of the divorce itself but….something else.”

A part of you wants to ask him again, feels like it’s information you should know. But, another part of you doesn’t want to pry too much. If it’s a sensitive subject, you don’t want to reopen any open wounds.

“Well, if this continues to progress, it may be a discussion that needs to happen. Even if it just gives you a peace of mind.” You know she’s right. It’s just not something you’re ecstatic about having to do. “And you probably should also start thinking about what changes you may have to make for this to continue to work.”

Confused, you ask, “what do you mean?”

“He can’t keep flying in and out sporadically just to see his child. Or you. That’s not fair to any of ya’ll and not sustainable. You’re gonna have to relocate to wherever he lives.”

That….that is not something you’ve thought about until this very moment. You know Joe bends over backwards to make these visits work, but it hadn't occurred to you how long this dynamic could continue.

Your mom must see the wheels in your head turning, adding, “and think about Callie, once she finds out that’s her daddy, she’s gonna wanna be around him as much as possible. It could be easier if you’re a bit closer.”

You don’t know how true or untrue your mom’s take is, but it’s also another conversation that will have to happen between you and Joe. He’s always on the road in general. Will moving really do anything to help with his visits? Relocating is something you’ve never ever thought about. This is your home. You grew up here. Callie was growing up here. You always saw her growing up here.

But, that was also a version where Joe wasn’t in her life. Now he is. So, of course, some things would change.

You just didn’t imagine that is what would change.

Even if your mom’s guidance now has you wondering what it would be like to have a house together, the three of you, Callie, with an actual backyard she can run around in. Not just limited to the space of your apartment.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Gloria.” She taps your leg, gesturing to her friend’s store. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, you sit there, focusing on Callie instead of the nuggets of wisdom your mom just dropped on you.

“Long time no see, stranger.”

And just like that, you’re regretting ever agreeing to leave your place. You should have just done something at the apartment with Callie. Invited your mom over. Baked some cookies and shit.

Crossing your arms, you refuse to look his way. “Amir, it’s the happiest time of the year. Please leave me alone, and let me stay in my happy place.”

“You’re still upset with me?” He seems genuinely surprised at this, like you cussing him out in front of your daughter’s preschool wasn’t a good indicator of how upset you were. “Gotta let that shit go.”

“I don’t have to do anything but live, be black, and love my child.” Scooting to your edge of the bench, you tell him again. “Now go away.”

“We clearly need to talk this out—”

“No, we don’t need to do anything because there is no we.” You catch Callie’s eyes and remind yourself that you don’t need a part two of the last time. “I told you before. That’s done and over with. In all areas. You’ll never see my name pop up on your phone ever again.”

And that’s a promise.

“You’re so fuckin’ dramatic.” He’s growing annoyed. If only you cared. “Stop playing. What you doing tomorrow?”

“Sitting on my man’s face.”

Your answer seems to take him back. “He still around?” You don’t say anything. “You’re not stupid enough to be fucking him again, are you?”

“Amir, the only reason I was ever fucking you was because he wasn’t around, but he’s here now, and he’s not going anywhere. And without hurting your feelings before Christmas, I can promise you, dick is not something I will ever want or need from anyone else ever again.”

He scoffs, just looking at you with disgust. “Mariah was right. That nigga really does have you acting different.”

At that, your head snaps in his direction. “What did you just say?” Instantly, you see it. The regret in his face in realizing he’s fucked up. “Why were you talking to Mariah?” Your best friend couldn’t take your calls or texts, but she had time to fill your ex in on your private life? “When?”

He looks off, trying to hide the guilty expression you’ve already clocked. “We ran into each other at the store the other day.”

Lie.

Scoffing, you lean back against the bench. And you laugh. All you can do is laugh because never in a million years would you have put these pieces together, but it makes so much sense.

“Yeah, you can get the fuck away from me. Now.” Seeing him about to open his mouth again, you decide to separate yourself. “Fine. I’ll leave.”

And you do just that, moving to another available bench where you can still keep a close eye on Callie. It seems they’re nearing the end of the activity. One glance over to your previous seat, you see that Amir is gone.

Good.

Pulling out your phone, you send a simple text.

You: If you were too busy riding Amir’s average dick to message me back, you could have just said so.

There’s barely any time for you to slide your phone back into your purse when it beeps.

Mariah: ??????

It actually takes a lot in you not to call and cuss her out right then and there. You’ve been trying to get in contact with her for weeks and the minute you send her that, she remembers how to reply?

“Mommy!”

You’re grateful for Callie’s distraction. Smile on your face, you see she’s approached you with not only the little girl at her table but a man also wearing a friendly expression.

“This is my new friend! Her name is Taylor!” Taylor appears to be the same or around the same age as Callie, box braids styled into two space buns, and she and Callie share giggles like they’ve been friends for years. In a weird sort of way, she reminds you a lot of Callie.

“It seems the girls have connected,” the man speaks with a chuckle. He offers his hand. “I’m Darius. Taylor’s dad.”

Your phone goes off and you quickly glance, hoping it’s Joe.

Mariah: Can we talk?

Instantly, you reorient yourself to the conversation at hand.

“It appears they have,” you agree, offering your name and asking, “are you from around here?”

“Naw. Just visiting some family. Me and my wife.” He looks around. “She should be somewhere around here. Her parents only live about an hour out, so they came to meet us.”

“Oh, cool.” Glancing at the girls, you recognize that plotting look on Callie’s face and wait patiently. Coyly, you share with Darius, “I believe a request is coming.”

“Oh, most definitely.”

Sure enough, Callie is holding onto your leg, face peering up at you. “Mommy, can we see the fireworks tomorrow?” That’s certainly not what you expected to hear her ask. Callie has never been too big on fireworks. When she was younger, you’d have to lay in bed with her and soothe her to sleep because they made her nervous. Now she wants to go to an actual show? “Taylor is going too, right Taylor?”

Taylor nods happily. “And my mommy and grandma and grandpa.”

It's like the mentioning of additional parties triggers something for her, Callie offering suddenly, “Joe can come too!”

That gives you a pause. Joe’s never gone out in public with the two of you, outside of the hospital, but that doesn’t necessarily count. It was an emergency, not happy hour.

There’s a bit of anxiety, even though you know your town is the perfect place to do so. You’d put your head on the chopping board that less than five people would actually approach him, asking for autographs and such. They might recognize him, but they’d never approach.

It’ll also be the first time Callie can refer to him as her father instead of just Joe.

Finally deciding, you answer, “if you want to, baby.”

You and Darius share a laugh as the girls rejoice together. He pulls out his phone and offers, “why don’t I give you my wife’s number? You two can communicate regarding the meetup and whatnot.”

“Yeah, of course.” Exchanging information, you program Bianca Johnson into your phone, sending her a text after Darius says he’s already messaged her regarding Taylors new best friend.

It’s in programming the number though that you see an incoming call from Mariah. It’s an immediate decline.

Mariah: Would you pick up the damn phone, please?

Navigating to her thread, you put her on mute. It’s almost Christmas. You refuse to allow her or anyone else to ruing this for you or Callie.

________

Personally, you believe that there should be a mandatory set time for Children to wake up on Christmas. Preferably, any time after 10am. 12pm would be even better but highly unlikely given most kids go to bed extra early on Christmas Eve. Callie is no different. You and Joe get her down by 6:30pm which should have given you ample time to bake cookies, finish wrapping her gifts, the whole nine yards.

If only you two had a better sense of self-control, because the minute you were confident Callie was out for the night, he had you bent over the kitchen island. And that was….that was fine, because you’d been thinking about him being inside you from the moment he stepped foot in your place. Hell, from the moment he left.

But then you somehow ended up riding him on the living room floor, his back propped up against the sofa as you bounced on his dick, surrounded by the toys you should have been wrapping for your daughter. And while you eventually did get the gifts wrapped and cookies baked, you weren’t even able to change from out of your towel and into pajamas when this man propped you on your bathroom counter, spread your legs, and ate you out like he’d been fasting for 40 days and 40 nights.

It wasn’t entirely surprising. Joe’s always had a big appetite for sex, for you. Not that you were any better. And the fact of the matter was that having a kid meant you had to take advantage of the little free time you had, which you clearly did.

But it was now coming to bite you in the ass, because it’s goddamn 9 o’clock in the morning, and Callie is jumping up and down on your bed when all you want to do is sleep for another ten hours.

“Mommy! Joe! Santa came!”

It’s nearly impossible to hold in your groan, so you suppress it by turning over and pressing yourself into Joe. Of course, he’s already got his arm around you, holding you against his body. He’s also still knocked out.

Finding the strength, you shove on his chest. “Wake up.” It’s a bit incoherent, sleep still heavy in you and hindering your speech. Blinking your eyes open to allow the sun shining from the open curtains (courtesy of Callie) to motivate you to get your ass up, you punch him in his stomach. “Joe.”

He grunts, and you smile. “She’s up.”

Pleased with the fulfillment of her alarm clock duties, she jumps off the bed, yelling, “come on!”

At that, you sit up from the mattress, scolding her, “Calista Manaia Anoa’i, you got one more time to jump off this bed, sis!” Looking back to see Joe still trying to wake up, you shove him again. “You better get your daughter before she gets punished on Christmas.”

This helps to stir him as he lays on his back, hand on his forehead. “Leave her alone.” It takes a minute for you to refocus. His voice in general is sexy as hell, but that morning voice is something dangerous.

“Her ass is always trying to jump on and off shit.” Kicking off the blankets, you stretch and make your way into the bathroom to do your hygiene routine. Joe is not too far behind, coming in a few minutes later, slapping your ass as you’re bent over the sink spitting out your toothpaste. “Behave,” you warn. The two of you share the sink and counter space to get ready with you finishing first.

Back in the room, you make up the bed and check your phone, sending out a few, quick Merry Christmas texts, Bianca included. Even though you’ve only texted since yesterday, she seems pretty chill and you have a couple of things in common, kids around the same age, both working as teachers. It’s just unfortunate that she lives further down South. You’re not sure how you’re gonna break that to Callie, but that’s a task for another day.

Today is an exciting, happy occasion, and you’re not gonna let anything or anyone ruin it.

Joe is suddenly behind you, arms around your waist and mouth on the side of your neck.

“Merry Christmas, baby” he murmurs, pressing kisses against your skin.

Chewing down on your bottom lip, you turn around and lean up to kiss him. “Merry Christmas.” Hands on his chest, you ask, “You ready?”

He looks at you, clearly thinking about what you’re asking. This is what he’d been building up to, but you’re certain there’s some level of anxiety.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he finally answers. You’re not certain if he’s speaking more to you or himself.

“She’s gonna be happy, Joe. I promise.” Stealing one more kiss, you take his hand. “Come on. She’s gonna start getting impa—”

“Come on!” She shouts from the living room, and you give him a look.

“That’s your child.” His chuckle follows you out of the bedroom and into the living room where Callie is literally bouncing on the heels of her feet near the Christmas tree. You’re not entirely certain, but you could have sworn there weren’t as many gifts there when you left for your shower and eventually bed.

“It’s Christmas!” Running over to Joe who swoops her up and kisses her cheek as she tells him Merry Christmas, you patiently wait for your turn, giving her a kiss and hug too before she’s pulling the both of you over to the tree.

Using your phone, you snap photos and record intermittent videos of her opening her gifts. And in doing so, you’re certain Joe added a couple more when you were in the shower. He’s definitely that dad who doesn’t see an issue with spoiling the shit out of his kid. And as long as Callie remains kind and respectful, you won’t stop him. He’ll definitely hear about it tonight, but you won’t actually interfere.

Alexa playing Christmas songs in the background helps to set the tone as well. Mostly Mariah Carey because it’s literal law that one must listen to All I Want for Christmas is You on Christmas day. Really, starting the day after Halloween.

You don’t make the rules.

Literal fucking law.

Callie suddenly pulls a gift, small and rectangular shaped, that you definitely don’t remember wrapping. “Mommy, it’s for you!” Thinking it’s something she made for you, you put your phone down and take it only to recognize that the writing is clearly too nice to be written by a child, not to mention that it has your name instead of mommy.

Your eyes land on him. “Joe….what is this?”

“Open it,” he encourages, waiting patiently.

Still in somewhat belief he would actually get you something, you rip off the packaging and gasp. You almost drop it reading the brand name written in gold calligraphy. “Chanel? Thee Chanel?”

“Who’s Chanel, mommy?”

“It’s a brand, baby,” you answer, distracted because you’re still stuck on the fact that you’re actually holding in your hand something that had to cost at least a thousand dollars. If not a couple thousand.

“Open it, mommy,” Callie presses. This girl is both nosy but also loves to see people receive gifts.

And so, you open it, gasping louder this time.

“Joe…..” It’s absolutely stunning, the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. Gold. An intricately decorated ‘C’ pendant with a diamond in the middle. C for Chanel for most people. C for your heartbeat for you. “It’s beautiful….”

He moves over to you, helping to remove it from the box. As your hair is already up in a messy bun, he has no difficulty placing it around you, as Callie exclaims happily, “it’s a C!.”

“C for Callie,” you answer her, cupping her cheek before turning to Joe. “Thank you…..” Pulling him in for a hug, there’s something so emotional about this moment, something pure. You’ve never felt so cared for by anyone.

Never felt so loved.

He kisses your temple. “You never have to thank me for anything I do for you.”

Hating the fact that tears are brimming your eyes, you punch his shoulder, needing to not be so emotional. “You should have told me you got me something. Now I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.”

Thumb caressing your cheek, he answers, softly. “You already did.” Confused, his eyes discreetly focus on Callie who’s back trying to figure out which toy she wants to play with first.

That….that does something to you.

You look at him, ready to say something, when you see it. See it in his eyes. A deep level of appreciation that indicates a story, a reason as to why this means the world to him. There’s something there. Something more he’s not saying, but you know it’s neither the time nor the place.

Now….now is the time for something else.

“Baby.” It’s surprisingly easy to catch Callie’s attention, so you pat the space in between the two of you. “Come here. We need to talk to you about something.”

Wordlessly, she plops right between ya’ll with that naturally inquisitive expression.

“Callie….” Joe feeling a bit nervous made sense to you, and you expected as such. But you never thought about your own trepidation in this moment. It’s difficult, but you do your best to push it away. “Do you….do you remember when you asked me about your dad?” She nods. “And why…..why you didn’t have one?”

She nods again, Joe this time grabbing her attention. “Callie, do you know why I came back in your mom’s life?”

She thinks about his question, answering tentatively, “because you missed mommy?”

He chuckles. “That’s true. I did miss her. A lot.” You try not to think too much about his words, to not make this moment about you or you and him. It’s about Callie. “But, I mostly came back because I wanted to meet you.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

He nods, “Calista, you are the sweetest, kindest, and smartest kid that I have ever met. And I love every second that I get to spend with you.” Joe brings his hand to gently palm her face. “And I especially love being your dad.”

You’re not quite sure if you’re breathing or even fully present in the few seconds it takes for Callie to process what he’s just said. But then, you see it, a smile that could light up times square. “Really?” She snaps her head in your direction, looking for confirmation. “Mommy, is Joe really my daddy?”

Sniffling, you wipe at your eyes. Damn feelings. You’ve been way too emotional lately. “He sure is, baby.”

Squealing, she literally throws herself against him, hugging him tightly. “It’s the best Christmas ever!”

“I love you, Callie.” Joe shuts his eyes, taking in this moment, kissing the top of her head. “And I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you too, daddy!” If you could capture this moment, capture those words leaving her mouth, forever keep them as a keepsake to be preserved for all time, you would. Because it’s everything you’ve ever wanted for her. To know she’s wanted and loved by both her parents. And finally, that moment is no longer a hope but a reality.

“Wait!” She suddenly pulls away, grabbing the picture she’d drawn for Joe and given to him as a Christmas gift. “I’ll be back!”

He looks over at you. “What is she—”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you answer with a murmur, still partially overcome with emotion.

However, Callie is back in a matter of minutes with that beautiful smile on her face. Flipping it over, she exclaims, “I fixed it.”

Your eyes immediately land on what she “fixed,” and your heart swells. She’s crossed out Joe’s name with a black marker and instead written above it “daddy.”

“I love it.” His voice is thick with emotion, and you move closer to him, laying against his side. Wanting to be with him in this precious moment.

Callie wasn’t lying.

This truly is the best Christmas.

________

“Come on! We’re gonna be late!”

Callie’s animated voice somehow travels to you and Joe despite all of the hustle and bustle occurring around you, the sea of bodies waiting for the fireworks show to begin. There’s not much distance between the two of you and her, enough for Joe to grab her if need be.

You walk close with him, you hands locked around his bicep.

His discomfort is obvious, so you assure, “relax. You’re not the tribal chief around here.” He glances at you. “They may notice you, but they’ll leave you alone. Especially since it’s Christmas.”

This seems to relieve him as she explains, “tonight is about her. I just don’t want to take away from that.”

“And you won’t, I promise. Just….just be present in this moment.” He takes your hand in his, giving a gentle squeeze. Continuing to walk with him, your eyes land on Taylor, Darius, and a woman who, even from a distance, looks vaguely familiar.

“Taylor!”

Callie rushes over to her new best friend, and the two embrace. You almost wish you had your phone out to take a picture. The woman wears a friendly smile, but instantly, something feels off. She approaches you, asking, “Y/N?”

Nodding, you’re shocked when she pulls you in for a hug and then apologizes. “I'm sorry. I’m a hugger, and I just feel like I know you already.”

Callie takes this moment to jump back in the conversation, rushing over to Joe and introducing, “this is my daddy!”

That settles some of your anxiety. You’re not certain you’ll ever get tired of hearing her refer to him as such, and you know he won’t either.

“Man, uhh, hi, nice–nice to meet you.” Immediately, you know that Darius most definitely recognizes Joe. “Big fan.”

“Thanks, man.” Joe, understandably, keeps it simple, and you clear your throat.

“Thank you for arranging this with us. Callie seems to really like Taylor.”

“Taylor too,” Bianca expresses with a smile, as you realize she also has dimples. It’s a little thing, stupid, but as much as you try, you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. “I swear, you would think they’ve known each other for years.”

Joe chuckles. “They’ve hit it off pretty well.”

“I’m sorry.” You hate being so off-putting and direct, especially given all of your text exchanges with this woman have gone so well, but you have to ask, “have we m—-”

“Bianca!”

A woman’s voice calls out, interrupting your conversation.

She looks past you and smiles, waving whoever it is over. “My parents,” she informs. “Over here!”

Callie and Taylor are immersed in a conversation, as you make eye-contact with Joe who gives you that ‘what’s wrong?’ expression. Answering truthfully, you shrug and murmur, “I don’t know.”

The presence of Taylor’s grandparents snatches her attention from Callie. “Grandpa!”

Turning around, you manage a small, inauthentic smile to introduce yourself when you see it. And everything is suddenly ten ways wrong.

There’s a brief second where you question yourself, question your vision, question your entire existence. But as he smiles, holding and kissing his grandchild on the cheek, you just know, know that you’re not wrong.

“Dad,” Bianca speaks, but you’re someplace else, someplace much different. “This is Y/N and…..”

She’s talking, but you’ve completely dissociated. You can’t say anything, paralyzed with shock and an overwhelming feeling of heartache.

That’s why she looked so familiar. You saw her that day at the precinct, coming into his office to inform him of her sibling’s misbehavior. This is his daughter.

This is your sister.

The daughter he picked over you.

And this is your father.

You’re going to be sick.

Partially aware of Joe’s suddenly cautious gaze on you, you place one hand over your stomach. “Excuse….excuse me….I—” You feel like you’re going to pass out, like four walls surround and are gradually closing in on you. Your throat is about to close up. “I have to go.” And you run, you run as far as your legs can take you, away from that situation, away from that visceral blast from the past, away from the overwhelming emotions that are threatening to overcome you.

And you don’t stop.

#roman reigns x black!oc #roman reigns fic #roman reigns #roman reigns x black!reader #arisnotebook #black writers

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bloodyvioletzz · 1 year ago

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Drunk And Nasty

Miguel O’hara x Reader | AU

WARNINGS: fem reader, smut, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex, praise kink, marking kink, biting, love bites, missionary, fingering, dirty talk, hair-pulling, literally so much smut so expect the worst, oh and miguel speaks spanish in this 🌚

Your boss was a dick. Always degrading you for anything you do.

“Is this all you did?” he asked. You were showing him your recent research on a spreading virus that started to infect people in Nueva York.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is it not enough?”

Miguel tossed the papers back onto your desk, ignoring your question. “Get back to work.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped back. Miguel was just heading out, but your tone made him turn his head to face you. You grew nervous under his gaze. “I’m sorry Miguel but- there’s progress on those papers! If you would just give me a chance.”

“How many chances have I given you?” Miguel replied coldly. “You keep disappointing me. I promoted you to this position for a reason. Do better.” And he left. Just like that.

As soon as he left the room you cleared everything off your desk, pencils rolling on the ground and files going everywhere. You grabbed the papers he had looked at off the ground and tore them up, frustrated. Nothing is good enough for this douche.

Jessica came in, a close friend of yours who was fortunately your co-worker.

“He saw you?” she questioned as she eyed everything on the floor.

“Yes! Nothing is good enough for him! It’s not like I went to fucking Harvard..”

Jessica laughed. “You need a break.”

You looked at her and scoffed. “Yeah, and get ridiculed for not working enough? No thanks.”

“Oh..” Jessica bent down and picked up some scattered files. She was off.

“What did you do…?” you asked suspiciously as you helped her clean your mess.

Jessica’s eyes were focused on the floor. “You know, I just thought you’d want a break- and everyone is going to the club tonight… I told them you’d come.”

You let go of the files and put your face in your hands, exasperated. “Oh my god. Of course you did!”

Jessica sighed as she finally looked at you. “I know you. You could really use this, when was the last time you partied?”

Your hands left your face as you shrugged, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” Jessica smirked.

“Shut up,” you smiled. “He won’t be there will he?”

“Oh no,” she replied. “Miguel doesn’t.. do clubs. Or people for that matter.”

“He’s quite the introvert,” you muttered.

Jessica nodded, getting up and setting some files neatly on a desk. “That he is.”

Once you two finished cleaning up the room, she drove you to her house. You figured you’d just wear one of her old dresses.

As you rummaged through Jessica’s closet, a thought popped into your mind.

“Is he like that with everyone?” you asked, looking at a black slip dress with red lace.

“Who, Miguel?” Jessica was doing her makeup in the bathroom mirror.

“Yeah.. like does he get that angry with anyone else?”

Jessica thought for a second. “No, not that I know of.”

You pulled the dress out, deciding that it would show off some skin and look good at the same time. “Interesting.”

Jessica laughed. “Interesting?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s like he has something personal against me.”

“I doubt it, he’s just an asshole.”

You walked into the club wearing Jessica’s dress. It was a little tight but it looked good nonetheless. To match the dress you let Jessica do your makeup. She gave you a smokey eye and red lipstick to match the colors of your dress.

“Want a drink?” Jessica asked, as if she wasn’t already dragging you to the bar.

Jessica ordered two shots, which you guys quickly downed. You smiled excitedly as you took Jessica to the dance floor.

Your hair stuck to your forehead as you danced next to your friends, occasionally feeling yourself and grinding against them. There was no attraction for them while you did this, but it was fun watching people watch you.

After dancing to a few songs, you lost Jessica and your friends. You were stuck in a crowd of people.. but danced anyway. Besides, didn’t Jessica say you needed a break?

You were moving your hips to the rythm of the song until you backed up and bumped into someone. You turned around laughing, obviously a bit drunk, and apologized.

“Watch it,” a familiar voice could barely be heard over the booming music.

Your eyes went wide as you realized who was here.

And oh, were you gonna be Jessica’s ass.

You decided to play it casual, considering it wasn’t a professional environment you two were in..

You continued to dance and playfully grabbed his hand, making him spin you around.

“What are you doing here?” you yelled, smiling at his unamused face as you forced him to dance.

“Jessica invited me,” he replied, talking louder now.

Miguel slowly felt more comfortable dancing with you, and moved his hands to your hips. It was like he guided you.

“I didn’t take you for a party guy!” you giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t take you for a black lace dress girl,” he said, eyes skimming your form.

You gradually got closer to him and he allowed it. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you said, looking up at him.

His mouth opened but he didn’t say anything. You smiled.

“Did I make THE Miguel O’hara speechless?”

The corners of his mouth turned up into a… wait. He is smiling. Miguel O’hara is smiling. And he’s smiling at you.

He flipped you around and pressed up against you, causing you to gasp. He smirked as he felt you grind up against him.

You leaned your head back and it layed against his chest, exposing your throat and a better look of your cleavage. His hand reached down and grazed your stomach, going all the way up until it reached your throat. He gently wrapped his hand around it, not choking you but holding you. All of a sudden Miguel O’hara started looking a lot more hot and a lot less grumpy.

Your breathing became heavy at the way he was touching and grinding against you, he was like an animal.

When Miguel let go of you, you immediately turned around to face him. He had the smuggest look ever, it was like he knew what he was doing to you. He was driving you crazy.

But little did you know that you made him crazy first.

You were so busy stuck looking at his expression to fail to realize that he was hard, for you, in public, with your co-workers around. Oh, and don’t forget.. he’s your boss.

“I-it’s hot in here..! Is it just me?” you laughed nervously as you fanned yourself.

“Si, eres tu…” you heard him mutter.

“What?” you practically screamed over the loud music. Miguel smiled. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You could’ve sworn he was a mindreader.

You tried to hide your smile by casually looking around, as if you were searching for Jessica. “Let me talk with Jess first, she’ll think I got kidnapped,” you joked. He smirked and nodded. “Sounds like her.. I’ll be waiting outside.”

You watched him make his way through the dancing crowd, instead of finding Jessica you ran to the bathroom, immediately touching up on your makeup and hair. Once you were done you texted Jessica.

—

jessocq

JESSICA

Uh.. who?

leaving club 🍆🍆

JESSICA

With who???

uhmm moguek

JESSICA

Miguel?!

yes

JESSICA

Oh god. Use protection, please.

—

You smiled to yourself at her replies. She’d make a good mom.

Once you thought you looked half decent you left the bathroom and went outside, waving to some friends on the way out. You saw Miguel leaning on a sleek, black car. It looked like it costed more than 200,000 dollars.. easily.

“I- Is this yours?!” you asked, growing nervous as he opened the passenger seat for you.

“Who else’s would it be?” he smiled as you rolled your eyes. “Yes, it’s mine.”

He shut the door once you were inside and got into his nice ass car.

“It looks even better on the inside,” you admitted.

“It looks better with you in it, neña.”

You looked out the window, smiling.

Music played quietly as he drove you to his apartment, unfortunately traffic was terrible on a Friday night in Nueva York. And you two got caught in it.

“Maldito gilipollas..” you heard Miguel curse under his breath as stupid drivers tried to swerve in and out of lanes.

You sighed, it was awkward being turned on and not be able to do anything. Miguel sensed this, probably because you were dead silent while he was there cursing in spanish and you hadn’t said a word.

Miguel snaked a hand over to your thigh and caressed it gently. You looked down at his hand briefly before looking back to the window. Was he seriously gonna do this while he was driving..? Best ignore it, right?

You tried ignoring it, but Miguel wanted to play with his food. He slid his hand farther up your thigh until he reached the bottom of your dress. Your breath picked up in just the slightest, but he noticed. He notices everything about you and he always has.

He dragged his hand underneath your dress and under your panties, long fingers gently touching the area that has been neglected for far too long.

You gasped softly as his middle and ring finger circled your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. You fought the urge to arch into his fingers, and Miguel eyed the way your chest rose and fell quickly.

“Use your words,” Miguel commanded.

“W-what?” you replied.

Miguel kept one hand on the wheel, one hand in your panties, and his eyes on the road. “Tell me what you want.”

Your mouth opened to speak but you couldn’t find the courage. He was so.. intimidating.

“Hm,” Miguel started to remove his fingers, but you were quick to put your own hand over his and guide him back down.

“I want you to touch me, Miguel.”

He hummed in approval, “Buenas niña.” His fingers continued the circular movement but faster. You sighed as your head rested against the window, your hot breath fogged up the window.

His fingers left your clit as they slid up and down your wet cunt, as if they were lubing themselves up.

Miguel pushed his middle finger into you slowly and you moaned quietly as he began pumping in and out. One finger shortly turned into two and he had you a moaning mess. If his fingers were this good…

Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to silence your loud moans out of embarrassment, but Miguel was ruthless and added a third finger.

“Quiero escuchar tus gemidos hermosa,” Miguel practically whimpered hearing the wet noises coming from his fingers leaving and entering your hole.

“Miguel..” you moaned, his fingers pumping into you and his palm hitting your clit gave you just the push you needed. “D-don’t stop I’m..”

Miguel slightly increased his pace as you came all over his fingers, “That’s right..” he praised. “Come all over my fingers, pretty girl.”

He removed his fingers once you came down from your high and put them in front of your mouth. You complied easily, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around his fingers. You licked your juices off as if you were starving.

After they were clean and he removed them from your mouth, you looked out the window. Your eyes widened as you realized you two have been in the parking lot to his apartment. You hadn’t even noticed. You turned to Miguel and a shit-eating smirk grew on his face.

“..how long have we been here?” you asked quietly.

Miguel opened his car door and stepped out, “A little bit.”

You laughed as he closed his car door, coming over to yours and opening it for you. He held out his hand and you took it, smiling as he helped you get out his expensive car.

You two were in his apartment in seconds. Lips attacking eachother as clothes flew off. Before you knew it, you were naked, laying down on his bed as he gave you sloppy kisses.

He worked his way down and bit down on your neck. You winced at the pain, but that pain quickly turned to pleasure as he marked you as his.

“I’m gonna make sure the entire fucking workplace know who you belong to.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to mark you. You tugged when he bit especially hard, and he groaned into your skin.

Suddenly he was off of you. You whined and sat up, noticing he was laying on his back.

“What are you..” you questioned.

“Sit on my face,” he replied casually.

You blinked in confusion. “Miguel I- I’ll crush you..”

“Don’t make me ask again.”

You considered it and slowly made your way over to him, straddling his face. You were hovering over him until he harshly grabbed your thighs and dug his nails into them as he forced you onto his mouth.

Your clit was still sensitive from your orgasm in the car, and your moans became whined as he tried to make you come a second time. He ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. He didn’t waste a single second, slurping up all your fluids while his tongue flicked back and forth against your clit.

You were grabbing the sheets above his head, moaning and blabbering out his name as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. You began rocking against his face, chasing your orgasm until you finally reached it, coming all over his face. He happily licked it up but soon let you off him when your moans turned into high-pitched whines.

He wiped his jaw. “Think you got one more in you?”

You frowned, “Miguel.. I don’t know.”

He pushed you gently onto your back and he hovered over you, he was a lot bigger than you. His arms were on each side of your head, caging you in.

“We’re gonna try..” he started, “is that okay?”

You nodded and he looked to his side, reaching into a drawer and grabbing a condom. He slid it onto his cock and gave it a few pumps before lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly and gave you time to take all of him. Your mouth fell open and your head fell back against the pillows as you felt him stretch you like you’ve never been stretched before.

His forehead rested against yours until he bottomed out. He slowly started to move, and your hands clawed at his back for support when he started to pick up his pace.

“Oh, fuck..” you moaned, scratching his back harshly as he drilled into your pussy. Miguel didn’t mind, he was kinda into it anyways.

His pace became brutal and he attacked your neck once again, biting and sucking on the spots he missed.

“Te sientes tan jodidamente bien..” Miguel moaned as he trailed sloppy kisses back up to your lips.

You groaned at his words, and when he removed a hand from the side of your head and put it down to your clit, you lost it.

You were screaming his name and clawing at his back, drawing small amounts of blood. You were so overstimulated.

“You’re doing so good,” Miguel praised. “Come on my cock like the pretty girl you are.”

And with that, your legs shook as you came all over his cock. You moaned in unison as he came too, sighing as it filled the condom.

Your breath was eratic as you came down, you opened your eyes to see Miguel sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead. You gently moved it out the way with you fingers, and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You winced while he pulled out. He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash. He slid on his boxers and he stopped you before you got up. “Hold on.”

Miguel went into his bathroom and came back with a warm wet towel. He gently pryed your legs back open and cleaned you up. He put the towel in his laundry and climbed in bed with you. You two fell asleep in eachother’s arms.

You woke up big-spooning Miguel. Your eyes widened as you looked at his back and what you did to him. There were scratch and claw marks all over his back. Oops.

You heard him snoring slightly, and you figured he was still sleeping. You slowly got up, feeling sore everywhere. You put on one of his shirts and went to the bathroom and stared in horror as you saw your neck and thighs. He fucking destroyed you.

You ran to the living room and grabbed your phone, frantically texting Jessica.

how do you hide a hickey???

JESSICA

Depends. How bad is it?

(Photo sent.)

JESSICA

What did he do to you???

NOTE: i’m so sorry if the spanish is goofy as fuck google translate is so weird </3

#smut #miguel smut #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you

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fandomfucker · 11 months ago

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Do you think you could do one for Rhea were it’s all about how she posts about her girlfriend on social media? Like she posts about her girl and the fans just go wild for it? Can make it fluff, smut, whatever takes your fancy. Could be headcannons if you want? ❤️‍🔥🌸

YES!! I love this one cause I literally think about these things all the time. Doing headcannons so I can fit more in🫡

Lemme know if yall want a part 2!

I've said it before, I'll say it again; Rhea loves doing TikTok trends with you

Whether you're running into her and she swings you around or your eyes are inches away from her tits, she loves them and she loves the reactions ya'll get from the fans

She constantly reposts fanart of not just the two of you, but fanart of just you

There's even some of you and her dogs which she commissioned the og artists to paint on a canvas so she could put them up around the house

And edits of course

She lives for the edits people make of you

You're not super active on twitter however Rhea will always find some way to flirt with you on every single post you make, no matter what its about. A winking emoji, some heart eyes, or the filthiest implications

and the mosherz always go batshit when she does it

she also reposts ever single one of your posts to hype you up no matter what it is

She also loves to just take pictures/videos of you when you're completely unaware and just totally natural because those are the things she loves most about you

Every milestone post has a caption so long most people dont even bother to finish reading it

of course its all about how much she loves you and how proud she is of you but omg its so long

she will bully the fuck out of anyone leaving even the slightest mean comment

like to the point they delete their account

she just loves to show you off every chance she gets

because you're hers and she's yours and everyone needs to know that

every thirst pic/video she posts goes to you first so you're always the first to see them

You also get bonus content thats not posted😉

sometimes you'll be in one of her tiktoks or thirst posts from Raw (or a ppv) and the caption is always something super raunchy that makes the fans freak out for the next few weeks

or until the next post

You've been obsessed with the Harley Quinn show on Max recently so for Halloween you made Rhea dress up as the Poison Ivy to your Harley Quinn

You won best costume and there was tons of fanart made of the two of you as them

You like to do face masks and you wanted Rhea to join you but she'd only do it if you would agree to do a little photoshoot with her with them on for her insta

She also took a little polaroid of you to keep in her wallet

On that note, when you revealed that Rhea keeps one of those mini photo albums for polaroids in her carry-on (no matter where she goes) FILLED with polaroids of you, you and the dogs, or the occasional ones of the two of you, or all four of you, Twitter blew up

it was all anyone could talk about for weeks

"The cutest thing ever!!😍 Rhea loves her SO MUCH😭"

SHE. LOVES. TO. SHOW. YOU. OFF.

She has "Belongs to Y/F/N" in her bio on all socials

Constantly taking pictures of you because "you're just so beautiful, babe"

The fans are in love with how in love you are

Like its a fairytale and they're living for it

She constantly talks about you in interviews and always reposts those clips specifically so that just in case people didn't watch/listen to that particular instance of her gushing about you, now they have

The fans cosplay as the two of you just like they do with Rhea and Dom

you are THE it couple

Everyone wishes they were you

When you got engaged, you changed your name in your insta bio to Mrs. Ripley and the fans actually went insane

like to the point that the official WWE accounts got involved

#rhea ripley #wwe raw #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #the judgment day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day wwe #mami rhea #rhea ripley headcanons

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throneofsapphics · 6 months ago

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the moth and the flame part four: the breakdown

poly!Nessian x f!Reader

summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other. Naturally, Cassian finds himself entangled with the two of you.

warnings: drinking

a/n: he's hereeeeeeee

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Yes, she was mated to Cassian - but she hadn’t forgotten about you. You were impossible to forget about. Each day she would find little reminders of you. In the clouds, the different colored leaves, the beauty in between all of the busy spaces. You were in all of the small things in her life but she found those little things added up quickly.

Fuck, Cassian knew all about you too. He might even be more eager to see you than she was to see you again. Not that Nesta didn’t, but even she could admit she was a bit scared of your reaction. Neither of you were the most rational people together but she couldn’t let you go, not without seeing you again, maybe not after that.

“When’s the big day?” Cassian grinned, bringing his sword up to cross in front of him, blocking her blow.

“Never,” she grunted, reentering herself.

“Enough, Ness.” Cassian’s voice had that hint of command that made every Fae instinct in her stand up and pay attention.

“What?” She half-snarled.

“You need to go see her. It’s killing you.”

Nesta gave him her back, “If you’re not going to be a good sparring partner, I'll find another.” He scoffed, but didn’t call her bluff. Did you know how to spar? Would you want her to teach you? Nesta tried to push you out of her mind but you’d carved yourself a small corner in there, no matter how hard she’d tried recently she couldn’t quite and didn’t quite want to evict you.

Nesta didn’t like going out to taverns much anymore. Yes, she would have the occasional glass of wine but that was about it. Somehow, she allowed herself to be dragged out to Rita’s with the inner circle.

She sat in the corner of the bar, watching Cassian and Feyre dance like idiots, nursing her singular - that’s all she would have tonight, she was determined - a glass of wine, when she caught a hint ... No, Rita’s wasn’t your stomping ground. In fact, you told her you’d sworn the bar off. Had you lied and really been coming here the whole time? Or did not want Nesta to show?

She shook her head. Half a glass of wine and she was already thinking like you were somehow together. Well ... you didn’t exactly get a chance to tell Nesta you weren’t, and until then perhaps she’d just assume otherwise to make herself feel a little better.

The ‘feeling better’ disappeared the same instant she caught a glimpse of familiar movement. She knew who moved her hips justlike that, and just what a movement like that could do to another body.

Skin-tight red dress, jewel tones bringing out your naturally radiant skin, lipstick a perfectly matching shade. You’d pointed that dress out to her before, called it your revenge dress, one you’d wear out to flaunt in front of someone who wronged you.

If anything ... the dress was a calling sign to Nesta.

Apparently it worked on others too, because the second you stepped onto the dance floor a male was there.

And his hand was ... Nesta felt her body move instantly as the male’s hand drifted down, cupping your perfect ass. Hers.

You belonged to her.

Near animal instinct took over as she stalked across the dance floor. Her arm reared back as she approached, your eyes widening as you spotted her, the male still in ignorance. Not for long.

A hand closed over her own closed fist, spinning her back in a circle, not unlike a ballroom dance. She knew that hand and those callouses.

Cassian.

“What are you thinking?” He snarled, “I know it’s her, but you can't go punch random males.”

She tried to tug her hand out of his put his grip on her was iron tight. “You’d do much worse.” Nesta shifted to the side, a wing flared out to block her view.

“Quit,” she snapped. “Let me go.”

To her chagrin, he didn’t release her. It was probably a smart choice, but she hated it. That male needed to be put in his place ...

“That’s not your job to do,” a sweet voice came from behind her. Nesta hadn’t realized she’d said that last phrase out loud. “But I recommend you release her,” you followed up.

She spotted a glass out of the corner of her eye, ruby red liquid tilted just to the edge, poised over Cassian’s head. You had no idea who the male was to her, possibly didn’t recognize him from this angle. No, you were too smart not to recognize him.

You didn’t care. You’d dump your drink on the general of the Night Court for her. She was flattered at the slight bullheadedness and stupidity.

“It was for your sake, sweetheart,” his mouth opened, white teeth glinting in the dim light - a signature smile playing on his lips. One that probably had several females dropping to their knees in the past. Not you.

Still, Nesta’s nostrils flared at his tone with the last word. Borderline derogatory. If she wasn’t careful this could turn into a three-way brawl.

“Sweetheart,” Nesta mocked, sickeningly sweet. Cassian winced. “How about you give us some space?” Your drink looked even more precarious now, Cassian barely side stepped a single drop that would’ve landed on his white shirt.

Cassian read the room and backed away, both hands held up and mirth in his eyes. You were looking at him with an expression Nesta couldn’t read, and she didn’t like that.

“Is that your mate?” You said quietly after he disappeared.

Nesta wanted to lie to you. She wanted it more than anything else. Yes, he might be her mate but what the two of you had together went beyond and above any kind of mating bond.

“Yes,” the word was choked.

You slipped a hand into your pocket, a dress with pockets - of course you had one. Nesta knew what was inside and imagined the little red pill swirling back and forth between your fingers, your mind begging you to toss it down your throat. Those would kill you one day, she knew it.

“I think we need to talk,” you sighed, glancing behind you, jerking your chin towards someone. From her peripherals, Nesta saw a few females melt away into a crowd. Waiting for a signal from you. When did you make friends? The last she knew, the two of you were all each other had. But ... she supposed she’d made friends as well. You were entitled to move on with your own life. She could hardly expect for you to wait around in limbo while she disappeared for several months, logically Nesta knew that but by the gods she wanted you to. Logic had no place between the two of you.

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#nessian x y/n #nessian x reader #poly!nessian #poly!nessian x y/n #poly!nessian x reader #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #nesta archeron x reader #nesta archeron x y/n #acotar x reader

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tomssexdoll · 9 months ago

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heyy!!

can you please write smut where its the wedding night of tom and reader after they got married?? like she wears sexy lingerie and shit??

hii ofc!

Can't help falling in love with you

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

SYPNOSIS: It's Tom and Y/NS wedding, finally after 12 years of being together and 4 years of engagement they had the wedding, one that they both dreamed of for years, but when they get back home, Y/N wears something naughty, intruging Toms dirty mind..

A/N: hi pookies

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, p in v (missionary), teasing, sucking d

Me and Tom have been together for 12 years, engaged for 4 and just recently wed. There's never been a day where I wasn't happy with Tom, we had our fights yes but he always made it up to me at the end of the day, never missing a chance to cuddle with me at night.

We met when we were 13, it was like love at first sight, the moment we layed eyes on each other I knew we had something special, a type of chemistry I've never expierienced before. He worked up to the courage to start talking to me, we had mutual friends and we started ditching classes to be with each other, go on cute "friend" dates and then eventually he asked me out.

I'll never forget that day, he made me go around the school and collect roses from 30 people, by the time I got to him he had a huge sign and a megaphone, making the most beautiful speech I think i've ever heard, everyone around me smiling like idiots.

We never stopped going on dates, even when he was touring with the band, he'd always bring me with him and show me off to their fans. He was the best boyfriend, getting me roses every week, kissing and hugging me in public, despite how embarrassing it was.

I never stopped loving him, not even for a second, he was the love of my life and I didn't want anyone else, I didn't want anyone but him, to hold and to cherish him forever, I always dreamt of our wedding and now it was finally happening.

I was in my dressing room, my heart pounding in my chest as the time went by, each minute agonizing. "I'm so nervous, what if he doesn't think I look beautiful?" I whined, turning to my maid of honor. She rolled her eyes, "for the last time y/n, he's loved you for 12 years he isn't going to look at you any different, now cmon."

I wore a beautiful ball gown looking dress, the bodice fit my torso perfectly, hugging my curves and making my tits look amazing. The doors opened to the church, everyone turning their heads to look at me, I slowly walked down the aisle, when I was in eyes view for Tom his jaw dropped.

I smiled brightly, holding the beautiful bouqet of pink flowers in my hand. He turned away briefly and wiped his tears, I could hear him trying to contain himself, Bill rubbing his back softly and reassuring him.

As I got to him, I looked into his eyes, our love for each other very obvious to the others. "Do you, Tom Kaulitz, take Y/N L/N to be your wife?" the priest said, "I do," he smiled.

"And, do you Y/N LN, take Tom Kaulitz to be your husband?" I nodded "I do.." I said, my voice a little shaky, all the emotions coming to me all at once. "You may now kiss the bride," as soon as the priest said those words Tom grabbed my face and smashed his lips into mine, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close.

I smirked against his lips, pulling back, the crowed stood up and cheered. As we left the church everyone threw rice at us, all saying how happy they were for us.

I threw the bouqet behind me and celebrated with everyone, singing and dancing, playing games and drinking A LOT. By the end of the night, everyone was wasted, either dragged out or asleep on the floor. We walked hand in hand to our limo, driving back home, desperate to get our hands on each other.

We stumbled into the house, giggling and walking into the bedroom, "stay here baby.." I smirked, walking into my walk in robe, picking the sexiest pair of lingiere I bought just for our wedding, it was a white, lacey bustier, paired with some thigh high socks. I slipped it on quickly before heading to the door.

"Close your eyes and don't open till i say Tom!" I called out, "okay honey!" he yelled back, when I stepped out his hands were over his eyes, I tapped his shoulder, "you can look now," as he uncovered his eyes they widened, staring at my tits.

"Holy fuck.." his breath hitched, reaching out and grabbing my breast softly, "you like what you see?" I grinned, caressing his cheek, "like? baby..i love it.." he grabbed me by my waist, carrying me to the bed and plopping me down, standing at the foot of the bed and going in between my legs.

"Such a beautiful girl...my beautiful wife.." he mumbled, leaning down and kissing my neck softly, trailing down to my chest and slowly unclipping the lingiere off, revealing my hard nipples.

"Fuck.." he groaned, latching onto one of my nipples and sucking softly, "tom.." I whimpered, running my hair gently through his hair, tugging at it when he grazed his teeth over my sensitive bud.

His hands moved to my hips, holding them tightly as he trailed down from my tits to my stomach, "so sexy..so elegant," he murmered, complimenting me in any way he could, making me feel special like he always did.

"Tonight I want us to make each other feel good, explore each other in ways we haven't before," he smirked, looking up at me for my approval. I honestly liked the idea, personally pleasuring each other instead of a quick fuck and straight to bed.

He continued to trail kisses all the way to my lower stomach, peeling my panties off and gently pushing them aside, "spread your legs baby, I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good," he grunted, I complied and spread my legs as far as I could, my glistening pussy staring back at him, begging for attention.

"Jesus christ you're already so wet, and I haven't even touch your pussy yet," he chuckled, "well I can't help it, you know you turn me on" I smirked, he lowered his head and started to place soft kisses on my clit, "fuck!" I whined, already super sensitive.

"Sorry baby.." he grinned, swirling his tongue slowly on my clit, waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body, driving me crazy. "Tom.." I whimpered, "yes baby?" he continued to lap his tongue on my sensitive nub, "faster, please!" I begged, my legs slightly trembling.

He accept my request, flicking his tongue at a rapid pace, sliding 2 fingers in my cunt, stretching me out slowly, "mmm!" I moaned loudly, rolling my eyes back as the pleasure was hitting me like a truck.

When he ate my pussy, he was usually rough, fingering me until I squirted everywhere but this time he was gentle, making sure that I was fully satisfied, this night was very special to us, we had discussed it before and agreed to take it slow when the time came.

He was such a loving man, I knew for a fact he'd be an amazing father, I couldn't wait to have his kids, I wonder if we'd have twins like Tom and Bill.

"Fuck..so wet and tight for me.." he moaned softly, pounding his fingers into me, my hands reached down to his hair again and I tugged lightly, Tom enjoying the pain.

Tom's tongue flicked out, teasing me before diving deeper, lapping at my clit like a starved man. "Mmm...so good.." he mumbled, stuffing his face fully into my pussy, removing his fingers and dipping his tongue into my hole, savouring the taste.

"Shit!" I cried out, squirming slightly in his grip, trying my best to not lose control and cum everywhere, he sucked on my clit, using his finger to spred my folds apart and rub his tongue all over every into of my wet pussy.

"That's it honey, come for me," he smirked, feeling my legs shake as I came closer to my release. He kept licking and sucking at my clit, using his fingers again to fuck me deeper and harder as he pushed me over the edge.

I groaned and clenched around his fingers, my orgasm dangerously close, "gonna cum! fuckfuckfuck!" I cried out before spilling my juices all over him, he removed his digits and licked every drop of cum I gave him, wanting to taste every party of me as he drank down my juices. "You taste so fucking good.." he smirked, standing back up and licking his lips, climbing onto the bed and laying back onto it.

I smirked and crawled close to him, untying his belt and flinging it across the room, he helped me by taking his shirt and tie off as I dragged his pants down, his dark grey boxers left. I could see the imprint of his cock, desperate to be let free.

I tugged his boxers down, his cock springing out and slapping against his abdomen, precum leaking from the tip. He grinned, waiting for me to work my magic. I started to slowly pump my hand up and down his cock, "oh baby.." he whined, throwing his head back.

Tom hissed in pleasure as I picked up my pace, his cock throbbing hard and throbbing in my hand, "fuck," he groaned, letting his head fall back. He was already hard from eating me out, but it felt even better with my hand on his cock. He thrust his hips forward, letting out a low moan as he felt your fingers tighten aroundp him.

I leaned down and engulfed his cock with my mouth, "fuck yes.." he groaned, fisting his hands in my hair as I deep into my mouth. He let a low growl as he felt my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, tracing each fidge and vein as I worked him deeper.

"Such a good girl..sucking my cock so well.." he praised, guiding my head up and down his cock, "mm.." I moaned, his tip hitting the back of my throat. He rolled his eyes back, his grip on my hair tightening, my scalp stinging a little.

I continued to suck his cock, saliva building around my mouth as it got sloppier, squelching noises coming from his sopping cock, "ohhh baby, you're take my cock so well don't you" he grunted, slamming my head on his length, filling my mouth with every single inch.

I choked a little, holding onto his thighs desperatly as he started to take control, my jaw hurting. "So close!" he cried out, "fuckkk!", I smirked at the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, it looked like he was ascending into heaven.

I felt his cock throb in my mouth intensely, signalling his upcoming release, getting me ready for his cum. I started to suck harder and faster, wanting him to experience bliss when he came, his hips bucking slightly as he felt my tongue flick against the head of his cock, teasing his tip.

"Oh my fucking god!" he groaned loudly, shooting his load down my throat, "shit.." he collapsed onto the mattress, pulling his memeber out slowly. "Swallow.." he commanded, tapping my chin, I instantly obeyed and swallowed it, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out, "good girl, come here," he panted, pulling me closer.

My pussy hovered over his aching cock, still in need for more attention. He flipped us over, now hovering over me, lust washing over his eyes as he grabbed my legs, slinging them over his shoulder.

"You ready?" he panted, still not recovered from his recent orgasm, desperate to feel my pussy around his cock. I nodded and he slowly pushed his cock inside me, quickly bottoming out and creating a rough pace.

"Fuck!" I cried out, holding onto him tightly, his cock pistoning inside me, leaving no mercy. "So fucking tight..so good for me.." he groaned, slamming his hips into mine, skin slapping loudly.

His tip instantly started to pound into my g spot, my back arching to meet his thrusts. "Oh baby..oh fuck.." I whimpered, burying my head into the crook of his neck, leaving small, sloppy kisses.

"You're so perfect, mine.." he mumbled, drunk off of my pussy, watching as his cock slid in and out, mesmerized by it. "Mmm!" I whined, throwing my head back. His cock pounded into me roughly, his thrusts only getting harder by the minute, a wave of euphoria washing over me.

"You like that? My big cock buried in your pussy, fucking you like the good girl you are?" he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I nodded eagearly, unable to produce any words, my throat blocked with moans "say it baby, say it to me!" he growled, tightening his grip on my jaw.

"I.." I moaned "I..I love your cock so much, feels so good in me!" I rolled my eyes back, my thighs trembling. "Good girl.." he praised, diving his head down and smashing his lips into mine, kissing me roughly, our lips interlocking into a rough embrace.

I felt tension build up in my tummy, my orgasm slowly building up, "cum for me again baby, need to feel that tight pussy clench around my cock," he moaned, pushing his lips back into mine, not stopping for anything.

He continued to slam his cock into me cruely, urgently needing me to cum all over his cock, the sensation addicting. "Holy fuck!" I yelped, my legs shaking as my orgasm crashed down, cumming on his cock, juices spilling everywhere.

As he felt my pussy clamp down on his needy cock, he spurted his seed into me, coating my walls. "Fuck.." he groaned, falling forward and resting on my bare chest. "That was amazing.." I giggled softly, running my hands through his hair, massaging his head softly, wanting him to relax.

"Mmm.." he mumbled, super fatigued from his 2 powerful orgasms. "So glad I married you, 'm so proud to be your husband..i'll love you forever.." he smiled softly, wrapping his arms around me tightly, resting his head on my chest, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"My sleepy boy.." I smirked, kissing the top of his head before drifting off to sleep myself.

@itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @tomsonlyslut @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @estxkios

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junikicker · 2 years ago

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I'm Mental About You (Hold My Hand) - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (nsfw)

note: did I watch the first two and a half seasons of Ted Lasso within two days just because of Hannah fucking Waddingham? Abso-fucking-lutely yes

pairing: Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

warnings: smut

summary: you'll see ;)

Rebecca was everything anyone could ever want. She was smart, strong, confident, and beautiful. Head always high, towering everyone. You couldn’t see how Rupert could cheat on a woman as magnificent as she was. You doubted you ever had any chance with her.

You’d been a recent addition to the staff, scouting for new players all over the place. You found yourself intrigued by the tall blonde the day you met her. You didn’t know if she was that cocky with everyone or just you. She certainly could be harsh, but around you, she never seemed to show that side of her. So here you were. A bit tipsy. You had told Rebecca about the new talent you scouted and she seemed very delighted by it.

She opened up a bottle of Wine, one glass became two and then three. By the time she was about to finish her third one, her hand landed on your thigh, making a blush rise up your cheeks. She obviously had noticed, smirking at you and shifting closer. “Am I making you nervous, darling?” She questioned, searching for your eyes that were trained onto your lap.

She set the glass of wine down on the coffee table, her hand getting off your thigh as she stood up, a momentary feeling of relief came over you before you noticed what she was doing just when you heard the door lock. You took in a sharp breath. She sat back down next to you as if nothing happened at all. She picked her glass back up and took a sip.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I’ve-” You started, wanting to fill the silence with something but she cut you off. “Y/n, I don’t need to hear about what players you’re scouting at the moment.” She said, not a hint of self-doubt in her voice.

“Tell me a secret. A nice one?” She inquired, leaning forward, your faces now barely three inches apart. You noticed her eyes flicker to your lips but did nothing about it. You took in a breath before replying. “I’m mental about you.”

Rebecca smiled, staying silent. The silence made you feel as if you had messed up. You pulled away. There was no way she would possibly feel the same way about you. What were you thinking, confessing your feelings for her when you were possibly just another hookup.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted when you started getting up and she got a hold of your arm, pulling you back down. She grabbed you by the chin and crashed your lips together. You were too shocked to react at first but once you realized what was going on, you kissed her back, melting into Rebecca’s touch. You reached a hand up to her neck, trying to pull her closer. Eventually, you withdrew from the kiss, the need for oxygen becoming more prominent. “Well, I’m mental bout you, too.” She whispered and leaned in to capture your lips again.

You could taste the expensive wine on her tongue as she gently slipped it into your mouth. You couldn’t help the small moan escaping your mouth, traveling from your lips to hers. You could feel her smirk against your lips as you slowly started climbing into her lap, lips never leaving hers for a second.

If you weren’t feeling so alive right now, you would have for sure thought you were in heaven. The sight of the taller woman beneath made you want to scream. How was she pulling off things like this and look absolutely stunning while doing so?

Her hands fiddled with the buttons of your dress shirt, getting frustrated with trying to unbutton it, she decided to just rip it open instead, buttons flying off and scattering all across the floor of her office. You gasped as the cold air hit your chest which was now only covered by a piece of dark blue lingerie. Rebecca leaned back slightly, disconnecting your lips, biting her lip at the sight of you. She maintained eye contact while lifting her own blouse over her head. “Fuck me.” You groaned as you took in the sight in front of you, mouth falling open. “Gladly, darling.” She winked and leaned back down to kiss you, her hand on your neck leading the interaction. Even as you sat on her lap, she was towering over you.

She made you lay on your back, chest heaving with heavy breathing. Within seconds, your pants were on the floor next to the sofa, as was her skirt. She crawled up your body gracefully, you released a groan at the sight, she smiled contently. Arriving at your neck, she started pressing kisses to your soft skin, biting gently here and there and soothing the pain with her hot tongue. You were sure she was leaving marks.

“I didn’t think you were one to fancy the ladies.” You breathed out as her kisses traveled to your sternum, your hands in her hair. “Yet, here we are, love.” She mysteriously answered but you couldn’t care less, arousal pooling between your legs at the vibrations of her voice on your skin.

You took in a sharp breath when she bit down right in the middle of your sternum, your back arching off the sofa in the process, giving Rebecca the opportunity to slip her hand beneath your back and unclasp your bra. You couldn’t help but gasp at how fast she got that done. “How did you-?” You stammered, she chuckled against your skin before drawing away to send the bra flying across the room. She came to level with your face, lips only millimeters apart, “Shh.” She hushed you and connected your lips in a heated kiss, your hands clawing at her back.

You released a moan as one of her hands found your breast, gently kneading it. You couldn’t help but think the two of you were fitting together like two puzzle pieces. “Fuck Rebecca, you’re so good at that!” You moaned out, arching into her touch as her tongue started flicking over your nipple. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed a fist full of her hair, gently tugging at it, drawing a moan from the older woman’s lips, making, even more, wetness pool between your legs. That sound was the most divine thing you had ever heard.

She cupped your center with her hand, making you gasp once more. She smirked at you, feeling the wetness through your panties. She pulled them aside and dragged a finger through your folds, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating her fingers. She pressed her thumb to your clit and started circling it, having your chest having even more and whimpers escaping your mouth.

“You ready?” She asked, making sure you were comfortable. “Yes, please.” You whimpered. “Just fuck me already.” Rebecca smiled in response, knowing she had such an effect on you certainly made her even more confident in her following actions. With a smirk, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs.

Spreading your legs open, Rebecca kneels above you before scooting down between your legs. Moans and whines escape your mouth like a waterfall when she starts working on your clit with her fingers.

Her fingers leave your clit, her tongue replacing them as your hips rise up from the sofa. Her fingers dancing just outside of your drenched core carelessly tease you, only slipping in the tip of her index and middle finger every now and then. The moment you expected it the least, she harshly thrust into you, curling her fingers into your sweet spot at the first try, making you release a moan that was louder than you thought it would be. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, as she hit your sweet spot again.

She quickened her pace, your hips rolling to match her rhythm. “Oh dear god yes!” You moaned out again as she flattened her tongue against your clit, feeling your orgasm building up. “Hold my hand, please.” You managed to get out and her hand easily found yours, holding onto it firmly. Your grip on her hand tightened as you got closer. “Fuck, Rebecca. I’m gonna cum.” You rushed out. “Go ahead, darling.” She hummed against your center, sending you over the edge ultimately with a beautiful arch of your back. She didn’t slow down, making you ride out your high as long as possible.

“Fuck, Rebecca. How are you so good at this?” You asked, still breathing heavily as she kissed her way up your body. “Wouldn’t you like to know now?” She chuckled and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, not giving you more for an answer.

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winchesterwild78 · 10 months ago

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Chance Meeting pt 18

Master list

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: Angst, heart break, implied possible SA, pregnancy

A/N: This chapter is hard to read. It’s full of angst and heartbreak. SORRY 😞 (I promise it’s for the best) It’s also a bit of a roller coaster. I haven’t mentioned the kids names or his ex for a reason. This is fiction and I don’t want any disrespect towards Jensen’s family. I adore him and this is just fiction. However, because he’s older it made sense for him to be divorced and with children. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors.

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You woke up laying in Jensen’s arms with his legs tangled around you. You had a light headache from drinking but it wasn’t horrible. Jensen was still sleeping. His mouth was slightly open and you heard soft snores. You smiled and wiggled out of the bed. You went to the bathroom and the ring on your finger caught your eye. “It wasn’t a dream” you said to yourself and smiled. You grabbed your bag and headed for the shower. Then you remembered the texts you received last night.

You grabbed your phone and saw a few more text notifications. You opened your phone and saw they were all from the unknown number. You opened the texts and saw a message that said “see he’s mine, and he’ll always be mine” then you saw two pictures. The first one was Jensen kissing a female. You know the picture was recent because his hair was longer and his beard was longer. The second picture made your heart break. It was a picture of a pregnant belly with a sonogram that showed a recent date. You felt sick.

You decided to text her back. “There is no way that baby is Jensen’s” you typed. You waited for a minute but nothing came in. You turned on the shower and right as you were about to step in your phone went off. “Yes, I’m carrying his son. We made love and he got me pregnant. He said he’s going to marry me and we are going to raise our baby together.” A lump formed in your throat. You swallowed hard. “Okay, if you really had sex with Jensen what is on his thigh, and what’s your name” you asked scared to get the answer. “My name is Ashley, and on his right thigh is a birthmark shaped like a heart.” You almost dropped your phone. She was right. Oh my god. Your instincts were right. Your head started spinning and you let out a sob.

You climbed in the shower and cried. Jensen said he loved you, he asked you to marry him. You left everything for him and you gave him your heart. How stupid could you be. This woman clearly had sex with him and now she’s pregnant. You stood there sobbing. You don’t know how long you were in the shower and you heard a knock on the door. “Hey, sweetheart. I need to use the bathroom. Can I come in” Jensen asked. “Yes” was all you could get out.

Once he was finished he opened the shower curtain and asked if you needed company. You shook your head no and turned off the water. You grabbed your towel and dried off. Trying to avoid eye contact with Jensen. As you stepped into the room Jensen followed you. “You okay baby, did something happen” he asked with concern in his voice. “I’m fine Jensen, just tired and a little hungover. You said and got dressed. You grabbed your stuff and headed downstairs. Jensen got ready and came downstairs with his bag.

He set it by yours and walked into the kitchen. You, Gen and Jared were talking and drinking coffee. He kissed your head and grabbed a cup too. “Hey Jensen, can you come help me outside for a minute” Jared said. You gave him a “thank you” look. Jensen stood up and squeezed your hand and went outside with Jared.

“Oh Gen, what should I do. This person is telling me she’s sleeping with him and she’s pregnant.” You showed her the texts. “I think we should talk to him. He obviously knows her because that is definitely him in the picture. Jared and I will be there with you. You just got engaged and I know Jensen wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t love you.” She said giving you a smile and a hug.

Jared and Jensen came back in and for the first time all morning you made eye contact with Jensen. He instantly knew something was wrong. “Baby, what’s wrong. You look so upset” he said taking your hand. Jared and Gen stood there and Jared said “go ahead y/n, talk to him”. “Jensen I love you so much and I want to trust you. Last night I started receiving texts from an unknown number and she said you were in love with her and when you had sex with me you were thinking about her. She sent a picture of you kissing her and…” you started sobbing. You just showed him the picture of her pregnant and the sonogram. His eyes went wide as he studied the pictures.

The only sound in the room was the sounds of your quiet sobs. “Jens, do you know this woman” Jared asked breaking the silence. He looked at him and then over to you. His face fell and you knew he knew her. “Oh my god” you whispered and started to get up. “Y/N, wait. Please let me explain” he said grabbing your hand. “I think the picture is all the explanation I need, Jensen. You kissed her and it appears you did more than that with her. She’s pregnant!” You yelled. You shook his hand off and started to walk away. You looked at Gen and Jared and said “I talked to him, now we know.” “Jensen, did you sleep with this woman?” Gen asked.

“No, I mean maybe. I don’t know” he said running his hands through his hair. You grabbed your stuff and walked towards the door. You stopped and walked towards Jensen. “You know, I love you. I left everything behind for you, I love your kids, family and friends. You were it for me and now I find out you’re just like every other man who has broken my heart. You can have her and your baby. I can’t do this and I can’t marry you now.” You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him the ring back.

You grabbed the doorknob and walked out. Jensen was standing there with his jaw on the ground. “Jens, man what are you doing. Go after her.” Jared said. “I can’t man. She doesn’t want me anymore” Jensen said as a tear slipped out. “Bullshit man, that woman loves you more than anything you’ve broken her heart. Who the hell is this woman” Jared demanded to know.

Jensen looked down at your ring. “Jared I dated her for a little after my ex. We met at a bar and the picture was from the night we met. I was drunk. So drunk. This was a few months before the convention where I met y/n. It didn’t last long. She was so possessive and didn’t want me going anywhere without her. We broke up right before convention season because she kept telling me I couldn’t go. I can’t be with someone like that. I never willingly slept with her. I woke up one morning naked in my bed and she was beside me. I don’t remember anything from the night before and I don’t know for sure if we had sex. Honestly I wouldn’t put it past her. I called Clif because I didn’t know what to do. He helped me get a restraining order and I changed my locks. I haven’t heard from her since that day.

“Oh god, Jar. What if she is pregnant with my baby. What am I going to do.” Jensen asked Jared in a panic. “This woman has turned my life upside down and now the love of my life has left” Jensen said crying. Jared pulled him in for a hug and Gen walked outside and headed towards yours and Jensen’s house.

She arrived a few minutes after you and found you in the bedroom packing a suitcase. “Y/N, I think you should come back and talk to Jensen. He just told us everything and it’s not what you think. In fact, hold on a second.” She said pulling out her phone. “Hey Clif, yeah everything is okay. Can you come to Jensen’s ASAP. Great, see you soon” Gen said hanging up. “Why did you call Clif” you asked. “He’s going to help clear up this situation and we are going to figure it out together.” She said taking your hand.

“Come on y/n have a seat and let’s talk” Gen said sitting down. She told you everything Jensen told them. By the time she finished you had tears streaming down your face. Clif came and verified everything. Even showed you the restraining order. “Oh God, what have I done.” You said.

You got up and ran downstairs. Gen took you back to her house and when you walked in the sight you saw broke your heart even more. Jensen was on the couch sobbing. You walked over and kneeled in front of him. Taking his hands in yours you softly said “Jensen, please look at me.” He looked up and his beautiful eyes were red and tear stained. “Gen and Clif told me everything. I’m so sorry this happened to you. We will figure this out, and if she is carrying your baby then we will take that on together too. I love you Jensen.” You said placing your hands on his face. He looked at you and said “I don’t deserve you, I’ve hurt you too many times. I know how you feel and I keep making you second guess our relationship. That’s not fair to you. I think you’re right, y/n. I don’t think we can get married.” Jensen said standing up and walking away.

You stood up jaw on the ground. Tears started falling as Jensen walked out the front door. You looked at Jared, Gen and Clif. Gen started to speak but you cleared your throat cutting her off. “Um, I think I should go. I’m sorry for all of this. Thank you for being so supportive and welcoming. I will never forget you guys. Please tell the kids, yours and his that I love them. I love you guys too.” You said walking towards the door. Gen reached for you but Jared stopped her. He shook his head no.

Just as you walked outside it started to rain. Of course it is, you thought. Your phone vibrated and it was her. “Did you talk to Jensen about us and our baby 😁” she asked. “Yes, and I’ve decided I’m not going to give up on him that easily. He told me all about you and I don’t think that baby is his. If you’re really pregnant. I’m not going anywhere and you can’t have him. He’s not a prize to be one. He’s an amazing man and I’ll be damned if you’re going to get him.” You typed back pissed. Something in you snapped and you ran back to your shared home with Jensen.

All you thought on the way there was “please be home”. You saw his car in the driveway and you took a deep breath. You ran into the house to find Jensen already in a whiskey bottle holding the picture of you two. When you walked in your eyes met and he started to look down. “Jensen, look at me” you demanded. He wouldn’t look at you. So you said it louder “Jensen Ross Ackles, look at your fiancé NOW!” He looked up at the word fiancé. “You’re not going to give up, we’re not going to give up. I love you and you love me. We were meant to be together. All the thousands of people at that convention and we made our way to each other. I’ve felt it and so have you. She doesn’t get to win.” You said cupping his face and crashing your lips to his. At first he didn’t kiss you back but then he deepened the kiss. He tasted like whiskey. You moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped you.

Your phone went off but you ignored it. You were too busy tasting the whiskey Jensen was trying to drown his sorrows with. You and Jensen were lost in each other’s arms and lips. It kept going off and finally he pulled away. “Sweetheart, someone is really trying to get in touch with you.” He said. “I don’t care. I’m too busy with you” you said kissing him again. “Honey, answer your phone. What if it’s one of the kids.” He said with a concerned smile.

You pulled out your phone and looked. It was her. She had texted and called. You showed Jensen. Then the phone rang. It was her. You answered this time “hello Ashley, how are you doing” you said with a smile in your voice. “Look Bitch, I know you’re with him right now but you won’t be for long. You’re going to get what’s coming to you. You can’t take him away from me or our so.” She said almost with a growl.

“Oh honey, you are deranged if you think he’s going to be with you. If, and that’s a big if that child is his, then he and I will make sure he knows who his father is and what his mother did to conceive him. Now, kindly direct all future conversations through my attorney. We have nothing more to say to you.” You said as you hung up. Jensen stood there in awe of you. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I was stupid after the divorce and got mixed up with crazy. I will call my attorney and let them know what’s going on. Maybe we can get a paternity test done sooner rather than later.” He said pulling you close to him.

“Jensen, I think that’s a great idea. I also don’t think we should throw away this” you said pointing between the two of you. “I love you, Jensen and I meant it. I still want to marry you. I am so sorry.” You said. Jensen cupped your face and you leaned into his hands. “I love you too, y/n. If you’re sure you’ll still have me then I’d love nothing more than to marry you.” Jensen said taking the ring out of his pocket. You smiled softly and presented your left hand. He placed the ring back on your finger and kissed you.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you out of these wet clothes” he said taking your hand and leading you upstairs. You giggled as he helped you get undressed. You pressed your naked body into his and he kissed you moaning into your mouth. His hands were exploring your body and he was leading you back towards the bed. When he laid you down he asked “is this alright”. You nodded yes. Jensen made love to you and it was absolutely beautiful. Tears escaped his eyes and yours. The connection you two felt was so strong. He didn’t hurry through it and you weren’t rushed. It was completely blissful.

“I love you my beautiful fiancé.” Jensen said. “I love you too my handsome fiancé.” You said as you snuggled close to him.

“We’ve got this together and nothing and nobody can or will tear us apart again.” He said and you agreed. He sent Jar a text to let him know everything was okay and you had a plan to talk to the attorney, but right now you were spending time making up. Jared texted back a winky and a vomit face and said he was glad.

Jensen put his phone down and pulled you close. “Oh wait. I forgot to do something” he said. He grabbed his phone and opened Instagram and posted a picture Jared took last night of you and Jensen holding up your ring. The caption said “She said Yes!” and he tagged you. “There, that’s better” he said with a chuckle. He kissed your lips and the both of you drifted off to sleep. After everything you were both emotionally and physically exhausted and needed a nap. Sleep came quickly in his arms. He felt like everything was falling into place. You felt it too, but you were nervous the baby might be his. That of course, is another days problem.

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buckybarnesthings · 1 year ago

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New chapter 🚨

A Party

"Well I'll be here when you get back, so we can shop for the gala then." I said, waving Nat goodbye as her, Sam and Steve got onto the jet for their mission.

"I mean I wouldn't think you'd be anywhere else as someone else's room is out of order." She whispered, still teasing me after I told her about the recent cockblocking incidents.

"Yeah yeah laugh it up." I grumble.

She had a giggle before she closed the jet door and left me and Bucky standing on the roof seeing them off. We hadn't gotten back to our physical relationship yet as every time things start getting heated something kills the mood.

I could kill Loki who was the latest interruption. We were at the point of no return when he burst out of the elevator claiming to have news on the attack. Said news was a dead end so really it only helped frustrate Bucky and I even more. He had slept in my room last night and set himself up on the floor. After a bit of arguing I joined him as I felt like a bad guest.

"So this gala, am I the only one who didn't know it was happening?" I asked, Bucky turned to me confused.

"I didn't know you were going on that mission." He states.

"I wasn't told it was a mission, just that there was a gala and I needed a dress. Hang on, come to think of it Nat never said she needed a dress or had to be there." I realised.

"They haven't debriefed you yet then, don't worry I've got the report on my phone in our-your room." He stammered, he looked at me innocently.

"So I guess we should go back to OUR room then? Figure this stuff out and then I can show you some more witch stuff." I said, winking at him to let him know I heard him slip up.

"I guess so." He beamed, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairwell with him.

I giggled to myself as I appreciated this version of him. I saw glimpses of Hydra but never this kind, he was so sweet when we were excited. He had told me last night when we returned to my room after dinner that he always wanted to see me in action. But he never wanted to make me uncomfortable. Last night we weren't really in the mood for anything more than each other's warm embrace, we were too cautious about a potential reoccurrence of the attack. Not wanting to be caught with our pants down, literally.

Once we arrived in my room he pushed the door open to reveal Loki, Thor and Wanda on my couch arguing. Their heads all turned to me in the doorway, Loki looking concerned, Thor furious and Wanda had an accusing smirk. I had a million thoughts running through my head, but Bucky's hand in mine was a calming reminder that he was there for me. Loki rushed over to us and pulled us inside before closing the door and putting a barrier spell in place, so no one could see or hear us, not even the cameras.

"We've been caught." Loki whispered to me in Jotun language.

"What happened?" I asked, in the same language, everyone looked on in confusion.

"I went and saw mother, she knows you're alive and well but understands that distance is best to know. When I came back home the witch had read my mind before I had a chance to put my wards up, she asked me if it was true and alerted Thor about what she had seen. But only those in this room know about you. I made sure of that by bringing them in here to explain." Loki explained.

I sighed to myself, sitting on the floor to take a second to gather my thoughts before I approached them. Bucky understood what I was doing and let go of my hand telling the others to give me a second, this was a sign that a panic attack was imminent but if I took the time to calm down I could be ok. After five minutes I stood up and recomposed myself before speaking.

"So you know then." I stated.

"Is it true?" Wanda asked, using her magic to silence Thor.

"Yes it's all true, assuming he told you everything." I said motioning to Loki.

"He explained to us about your parentage and why you're here, Thor is a little irrational right now because he thinks you are a threat but as I said to him before if you wanted to kill us you would've done so as we slept." Wanda rationalised, unmuting Thor.

"She has a fair point, I shouldn't have judged you so quickly sister. At least you aren't like Hela." Thor shared.

"Hela, you've met her?" I asked.

"How do you-nevermind I recall Loki saying you were taken in by mother before Loki or I were born. Yes we fought her and unfortunately she is gone." He says.

"I wouldn't be so sure about her being gone gone but that's something we can come back to if we need to. I missed you brother." I said.

"Look I know at the end that I was also on my Father's side but I've since matured and come to realise that his fear of this prophecy is for nothing. Yes I did some of my own research after Aspyn left, Loki. I contacted Hades and he said that your prophecy isn't set or completed and that rising to your full potential could be the best thing for the Gods." Thor explained, glaring at Loki for thinking he was completely one sided.

"So can I trust you both to keep this to yourselves until I'm ready to tell the rest of the team?" I pressed.

"Of course you are my sister first and foremost!" Thor exclaimed.

"Wanda?" I tentatively asked, as she had been awfully quiet.

"On one condition..." She began. "Show me everything you know about your heritage as I think that might help me find out more about my powers."

"More than happily, Wands. I would've offered anyway as I'm showing Bucky what I can do with my abilities and past. I may even be able to show you a few new tricks along the way." I suggest.

We continued talking for about half an hour before Tony called Wanda asking for her to get her brother before he starts trouble in the tower. Loki had offered to go with her but she said Tony asked Bucky to go with her as they were also getting Peter from school and he loved Bucky. Apparently Tony had decided to throw a last minute party to announce my arrival to the public and everyone was going to be there, including the other Avengers I had yet to meet. So they both left Loki, Thor and myself to reminisce about our shared childhood, or at least parts that we could recall, Loki told me he was also joining Steve's baseball team. I'm really excited about this but I still think the teams are slightly unfair and that we have the better players, I guess we will find out in a month or two.

"Have you got anything to wear to this party?" I asked them both.

They both looked at me then at each other and began laughing hysterically, I have no idea what's so funny about me asking this question but each to their own I guess.

"I'm surprised you don't know." Thor says.

"What the hell is this supposed to mean!" I exclaimed.

"Have you not looked in your wardrobe yet?" Loki asked.

"No, I haven't gotten around to unpacking all my clothes yet, especially since I can just conjure a new outfit everyday. There's really no point." I shared.

"Darling everyone is fully stocked with clothes, shoes and accessories. Even formal attire for events." Loki states.

"Oh well I guess I never really looked." I replied, shrugging my shoulders at the simplicity of the situation.

"How about I leave you two to organise an outfit and I'll go get us some coffee and lunch." Thor offers.

"Yeah, just like old times where Loki wanted to play dress up and you would do who knows what." I recall.

I sent Bucky a text letting him know what was happening and he suggested I invite Wanda and Nat to get ready with me so we could have some girl time. I loved his thought process sometimes. I agreed and he let Wanda know so she quickly got them as well as Peter and Pietro back to the compound as soon as she could. Thor had come back with lunch not long after everything was organised and we all sat down and enjoyed what Thor called pop tarts and some croissants. Loki was ultimately defeated after his quest to find me the perfect dress, he spent most of lunch complaining between mouthfuls about Tony's horrid taste in women's clothing. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked to see that Nat had replied and said as much as she would've loved to have had a girls and Loki bonding session, she was stuck on this mission and was predicting to be home just after the party starts. That's a shame as I really do like her and I would have loved the opportunity to ask her more about her Sister Yelena that she speaks so fondly of.

Time Skip

The party had started about an hour ago but we had decided to wait for Nat so we could all help her get ready with our magic, so then she wouldn't have to miss out entirely. I was on hair duties and used my magic to pull and thread her hair into waterfall braids, Loki was on dress duty and was currently changing the colour of the dress to find the right shade of red, Wanda had finished Nat's makeup a few minutes ago so she was onto accessories. After a few more colour changes we were done and nat stood before us in a floor length dark red dress with floral laces accompanying the dress.

Wanda also wore red as it was her signature colour, her dress had draped sleeves that gave off what she called a witchy vibe. Her feet were encased in black stilettos with red bottoms, I was assured these shoes were expensive so people would appreciate them.

Loki wore a velvet green suit jacket with a matching tie and black velvet suit pants, he wore a simple black shirt and black dress shoes but he accessoried himself with a smaller version of his royal horns. As well as a few other royal jewellery pieces to express his wealth and title.

But since it was an event held in my honour Wanda and Loki had out done themselves when dressing me, they wanted people to know who I was simply by my presence and the fact that all eyes would be drawn to me. I wore a blue dress that was intended to replicate butterfly wings, the dress was also enchanted with an ethereal blue glow so I would look as regal as I felt. I had white heels that lace up to my knees, the ribbons were scattered with butterflies that would flutter and move with me. My hair was braided to mimic a crown and had curls cascading down my back. More blue butterflies were strategically placed throughout my hair with some baby breath flowers embedded into my braid.

After giving ourselves a once over wanda request we take a picture together to remember the fun we had before my first official night as an Avenger, she used her magic to levitate the phone into the right place and angle it so we were all in frame before capturing the photo and sending everyone a copy. We all made our way to the cars that were waiting out front, which were taking us to a hall of some sort that had held many Avenger announcement events. We pulled up to the curb where the driver opened up the door helping us all out one by one. Loki decided to go in first so he could give us a grand entrance, which he did by magicing the doors open to reveal the three of us and a few butterflies surrounding us. The hall went silent as if everyone had been enchanted by our presence, they slowly went back to their conversations and danced as we made our way to Loki at the bottom of the stairs. Where he escorted us to the team's section, my eyes were instantly drawn to Bucky's. He was busy appreciating his view of me and the bare skin I had on display. I was so distracted by his seductive gaze that I jumped when Loki had begun to whisper into my ear.

"Don't worry I made sure he had a tie to match your dress so everyone knows who has his heart." He whispered.

I looked at him with an appreciative smile, acknowledging his acceptance for my feelings and relationship with Bucky. He winked at me before pushing me towards Bucky, I landed in his arms and turned back to find Loki was gone and Nat was talking with Bruce, Wanda was dancing with Vision.

"Well hello there." Bucky said, his voice deep and seductive. "I must say I was apprehensive about losing you all afternoon but I'll admit it was definitely worth the wait."

"You're not too bad yourself, Sarg." I replied.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, as I intend on keeping you to myself for a while once we are finished here." He flirted.

"As long as we aren't interrupted this time, I think it can be arranged." I flirted back.

"Ok enough flirting, drinks on Tony!" Sam exclaimed, pushing between us to hand me a shot.

"Talking about interruptions..." Bucky grumbled.

"Now that you're here I can finally make my speech and this party can get really into swing." Tony announced, a woman with strawberry blonde hair holding his arm.

He forcefully made his way past us and off into the crowd leaving the woman behind.

"I'm Pepper by the way, I'm married to that asshole." She said.

"It's nice to meet you, he has mentioned you and a daughter?" I commented.

"Yes, that would be Morgan, she's our toddler, she's turning three next month." She replied.

"Hey Pepper!" Bucky greets.

"Bucky It's good to see you again, how are you?" She asked.

"Oh you know nothing out of the ordinary, just training and missions. How's Miss Morgs?" He queried, fondness for the child written on his face.

"She is excited for her birthday but still misses her Uncle Buck, so nothing new." She jokes.

"I've got a gift for her, let me know when you're at the compound next and I'll come see her." He says.

"Well we will be there tomorrow for lunch, she asked to spend a day at the compound but we talked her into just lunch. We figured it would be the best opportunity since almost everyone is there and she'll have Peter to hangout with if anything comes up." She explains, before getting distracted and excusing herself.

"So I guess you know the Starks well and Tony forgave you for his parents?" I asked.

"It took him a while but after the blip and narrowly avoiding his own death he realised that life's too short to live in the past. Plus Morgan had grown attached to me so he had no choice." Bucky Laughed.

"Do I have competition?" I joked.

"I don't know youll have to take that up with her tomorrow." He replied, a boyish smile on his face.

The night continued similarly to the last conversation, lots of laughs and new people. Throughout the night I got to meet some of the Wakandans (Shuri, T'Challa, Nakia and Okoye), they were very friendly and Shuri had lots to say about Bucky and his time with them. She seems like someone to keep close incase I ever need to embarrass Bucky. I also met Scott Lang, Hope and Cassie, they were also nice and were a cute little family unit. A few others were introduced to me briefly such as Doctor Strange, Wong, Jane (Thor's girlfriend), Valkyrie, Korg, Drax, Groot, Rocket and Peter Quill. The guardians had all split up and so only some of them could make it to Earth for the event but they all sent their greetings. It had been a long night with drinks coming from left right and centre, different people offering to buy them for me. Thank the Gods I'm no mere mortal so it didn't really impact me until Thor brought out the Asgardian mead, even Steve and Bucky were getting buzzed from only the mead. At about 4am things had started to die down and most people had left, it was only the Avengers who were staying at the compound left. The guardians and Wakandans had to leave as they both had a fair journey back to their homes.

We all sat around a large round table talking about random things and playing games such as truth or dare which ended when Bucky was dared to streak up and down the street, which he did before 'he aint no chicken'. Thankfully Pepper had paid off the paparazzi so any humiliating photos wouldn't see the light of day, except I had snuck a picture of Bucky in all his glory before his run. After he came back we all decided to head back to the compound so as to not disturb anyone or have a chance of getting photographed doing dumb shit.

When we arrived some of the team decided to call it a night, Peter had crashed in the car so Pepper decided she'd take him to his room and she would also call it a night. Sam had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room so Steve and Bucky being the mature old men they are, grabbed a sharpie and drew a moustache and some dicks on his face. It's fair enough to say it was a good night and everyone that could drink wound up worse for wear. Vision ended up moving Pietro and Wanda back to their rooms, Bruce and Nat had disappeared the second we got inside (you can assume why they were in such a hurry). Tony had wandered off to his room to find Pepper, Scott and his girls had picked a room and gone to bed. Which left Thor, Jane, Loki, Steve and Bucky, Sharon did make an appearance apparently but she got all pissy when she realised the party was in my honour. We stayed up in the living area on mine and Bucky's floor talking about everything and nothing at the same time, Thor and Jane ended up getting into a heated makeout session which grossed Loki out enough to conjure himself to sleep. Bucky and I remained in each other's arms but weren't going to start getting handsy with Steve having a front row seat, at least not tonight anyway.

As the sun had started to rise Bucky, Steve and I ended up cuddling with Bucky spooning me and me spooning Steve. It felt like an unusually comfortable sandwich between two super soldiers. I was quick to sober up listening to the boy's snores but was abruptly shocked when I felt Bucky grinding against me. I had noticed before he fell asleep that he was hard but I didn't want to say anything and make him uncomfortable. He had started to make quiet moaning noises in between muttering my name as he continued grinding, I didn't want to wake him as I know sleep is hard for him and it's often disturbed by a nightmare. I also don't know what I'd tell him, he starts to slow down with his soft thrusts and just stays against me swivelling his hips to keep the friction. When I felt his flesh hand slide up and grasp my breast and start playing with it, I was sure I was gonna have to wake him up before anybody else woke up and caught him at his most vulnerable. But then his metal hand had wiggled its way underneath me and came around to grasp my heart. I knew then that this was gonna be the hardest decision of my life as I was already dripping from his thrusting and friction against my ass. So instead of deciding to wake him up and risk waking any light sleepers I used my magic to teleport us to my bed, but now I had to bring myself to stop him as it felt wrong.

"Bucky." I whispered, his face contorting in pleasure as his dream included me screaming his name.

"Mmm Aspyn, so hot and tight." He murmured, starting his thrusts again and he began playing with my clit. Rubbing it in small, strong circles.

"Bucky..." I started, hesitating slightly as I was slowly reaching my own peak.

"Ahh yes, Doll. So good for me." He replied, eyes still closed with pleasure still written across his face, reminding me that if I don't stop this I won't be the only one making a mess in my underwear.

"Buck, you gotta wake up." I say, a little louder than before. He simply just moaned as he started getting sloppy with his thrusts, indicating he was close. "Bucky!"

I began shaking him gently and slowly got stronger until his eyes opened wide, he took a moment to wake himself up, he clenched his hands and slowly realised what they were doing in his dream and where they were on me. He looked up at me, embarrassed evident on his beautiful face, but I gave him a sultry smirk to assure him I enjoyed it and even winked for good measure. He simply rubbed his face and in his deep smooth morning voice he chuckled.

"I can't believe that the one time I have a good dream comes to fruition whilst I'm sleeping." He grumbles.

"Well I was awake for it, and I enjoyed it." I smirked.

He smirked at me, I could see the gears turning in his head, as he shifted and laid back but he placed me on his lap. He rested with his hands on the back of his head, looking at me and taking in the view. When I teleported us to our room I changed us into our usual sleepwear. Him in his boxers and me in a sexy satin nightgown, this one had a deep-v neckline. He raised his hands to place them on my hips but decided to run them down my body from my cheeks to my hips, giving my breasts an extra squeeze.

"I think I could give you a play by play of what happened if you'd like?" I ask, already knowing my answer.

"That would be so good, Doll. You're so good to me." He groans, thrusting his hips upwards.

"Mmm I wonder if you'll still fit, after all this time and I haven't had anyone close to your size." I say between moans.

"We'll make it fit, Doll." He says. "You've slept with other people?"

"Yes but none of which I enjoyed or really had a choice." I admit, swivelling my hips.

"I had no expectations but I was hoping you would've atleast gotten to enjoy it." He shares.

"I only ever had two inside me since you, one was a life or death situation with Hydra, the other I was drunk and I believe drugged, as alcohol doesn't usually have an affect on me. And he didn't care about my needs, he just took what he wanted and left me in the side alley." I said.

"I'm not mad, believe me I know you have needs, even my super soldier stamina couldn't keep up sometimes." He says, sitting up and kissing me passionately.

"Thank you but i still want you to know that they meant nothing and I tried to think of you the entire time." I replied. "But enough talk, you have a slight- I mean a large problem that I happen to have the solution for."

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A/N: so a shorter chapter this time around but its just to give us a chance to introduce some more characters and set the scene for the next chapter which will come in two parts as there will be one filled to the brim with smut, in continuation of this chapter. The second part will be about lunch and a few other things that will come up along the way.

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arealphrooblem · 2 years ago

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A Favor for a Favor Part 4

Part One Here

CW for the fic overall: kissing/fade to black off screen sex, mentions of non-consensual drugging, non-graphic wound care, off screen murder mention

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

The Present

When Roxanne’s hands started to resemble her grandmother’s, she reluctantly crawled out of the tub and into the soft clothes left for her -- sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. Both felt buttery, sinfully soft against her skin. She used the brush by the sink and combed her wet hair into a single braid before stepping out.

The combination of the hot bath and the pain killers made her sleepy and relaxed. She hurt still, but it was a distant echo of the pain she had earlier. Roxanne could think again, beyond the blind panic and excruciating pain.

And that was a problem because the last thing she wanted to do right now was think about all the implications of what happened to her.

John waited for her in the living room, reading on one of the arm chairs. Dressed out of his suit and in soft pants and a henley (they almost matched), he looked so painfully domestic, so terribly innocent.

Her traitorous heart squeezed in her chest, as it did so many times when she watched him through the camera lens. He breezed through her work many times after he won the mayor race and then, more recently, the senate race.

And every time the sight of him ignited a blistering cocktail of rage at what he allowed himself to become: this master manipulator who lied as often as he breathed, putting on a wholesome face when he ran the criminal underground, and a persistent longing that she couldn’t shake off. Like deep down she still thought she could save him.

Which was stupid and unhealthy but it wouldn’t leave her.

Looking at him now, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp beside him, reading the exact kind of cheesy sci-fi book her father had in his library, she couldn’t shake the feeling that underneath the darkness he cultivated to survive was someone good, someone worthy of care.

He jerked his gaze up from his book.

“I was beginning to wonder if you had drowned,” he said idly.

If he heard her thoughts about him, he didn’t show it.

“That would solve a lot of problems for you if I did.”

“Yes, having the dead body of an Agency Hero in my bathtub definitely solves problems for me. Come here.”

He opened the first aid kit and took out gauze, medical tape, antibiotic cream and bandages. Roxanne found herself stepping forward to obey without even thinking of it. A thread of unease wound through her. Had he expanded his powers to actual mind control?

“I can only powerfully suggest what you think you want to do anyway,” he said.

“It’s so fucking creepy when you do that,” she complained as she settled next to him.

“My apologies,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s hard to stay out after being blocked for so long.”

“I can’t even feel you in there anymore.”

“That’s the goal.”

He took her left hand in his and dabbed Neosporin on it with a Q-tip, his touch still impossibly gentle. The intimacy of it made her squirm, stomach twisting.. She could almost believe in this moment that he might have some humanity still left in him.

It was a dangerous, stupid thought.

“What's going to happen to me,” she asked softly, “now that you’ve got me right where you want me?”

He placed a bandage on top of her knuckles and began wrapping the gauze tape around it.

“ . . .This is not where I want you.”

She snorted. “Really? Me powerless and vulnerable and at your total mercy is not what you’ve dreamed of for years?”

He said nothing for a long moment, focusing on securing the bandage tight and taping it down before moving onto the next hand.

“If I told you where I actually wanted you, it might scare you away,” he murmured finally.

“Please tell me this penthouse apartment doesn’t come with a torture dungeon,” she joked, hoping to God it was just a joke.

“I keep my torture dungeons at the docks in old warehouses.”

“We’re not going to make a surprise return trip are we?”

Pointed silence followed her question as he put intense focus on wrapping her other hand. He was messing with her, right? He had to be. Why the bath, the tender medical care, why take her home if he only intended to hurt her later?

His fingers slid gently into her hair, turning her head to the left as he searched for the cut above her ear.

“If you’re so worried about what I might do to you, why did you come to me?”

Roxanne swallowed, her gaze darting away.

“You’re a mind reader,” she said, stiffening. “You should know the answer.”

“I want to hear you say it out loud.”

She hissed as his fingers brushed over the cut in her hair. He leaned forward, lifting her hair to get a closer look. The woodsy, spicy scent of his cologne, which probably cost more per ounce than her electric bill, danced just under her nose. She could turn her head and kiss him.

“I didn’t have anyone else I could trust,” she whispered.

He chuckled, a low rumble. “Since when do you trust me?”

“I didn’t because you were an enemy of the Agency. But now I can’t trust the Agency.”

“And,” he prompted.

“And . . .I thought I would be safe with you.”

Admitting it felt like handing him a knife and offering her throat. The possibility that he would hurt her had always occurred to her. And logically, that’s what she expected. But something in her gut told her that he wouldn’t and it went against all reason.

He dabbed more Neosporin on his finger and pressed it gently over the cut.

“I was safe with you, all those years ago. You will be safe with me now.”

She believed him.

The spare bedroom sat tucked away behind the library. Roxanne glanced around just enough to note the dark jewel tone colors of the decor before collapsing into the bed and passing out.

She didn’t stir for fourteen hours. When she did finally rise, she felt like a zombie digging out of their own grave. Everything hurt. Everything.

“Finally. I was about to do the spoon test.”

John appeared in the doorway. The smell of something divine wafted from the open door.

“Is that . . .coffee?” she croaked.

“It could be. You should get up and find out.”

She did so with a groan, hobbling out through the study and into the kitchen like someone’s grandma. The weight of his gaze followed her long before his footsteps. The kitchen had a bar with tall swivel chairs that she slowly clambered into.

“Take these first,” he said, pushing the bottle of Ibuprofen and a glass of water over to her. “How do you like your coffee?”

“Right now I like that it exists,” she said.

“Excellent. You can have as much as you want -- after you tell me everything that happened last night.”

“Are you seriously bribing me with coffee?”

“No. I’m holding the coffee hostage until I get information.”

He took a long, pointed sip from his own mug. Her mouth fell open.

“You’re diabolical,” she hissed.

“And you’re stalling.”

“Is this another power trip just to hear me say what you could read for yourself?”

He pinned her down with a stare that made her feel like sitting in the principal’s office.

“You refuse to think about it and I find it tedious to sift through the myriad random thoughts that run through your mind just to find answers you should be giving me yourself. Now quit being childish and tell me everything.”

It spilled from her in spurts and false starts. It was humiliating to admit how blindly she had trusted Erik, a fellow agent and friend, when he asked to meet with her that evening long after everyone else had gone home. She didn’t even think to question him when he took her into the service elevator -- the one with no cameras.

Hell, her first thought when he plunged the syringe into her wasn’t even betrayal. It could have been a vaccine to something from a powered villain. It wasn’t until she felt a strange, heavy exhaustion flood her limbs that something felt wrong. When the elevator doors opened to the basement, she tried to blur away and fell to her knees instead.

“Did he attack you?” John asked, voice slow and deadly.

“I attacked him first. I thought he was some kind of shape shifter, targeting heroes one on one. Even then I didn’t think it was -- him.”

“And then he hurt you.”

“ . . yeah.”

She swallowed, eyes burning. It was made painfully clear just how much she depended on her powers to fight when he beat her soundly and in seconds -- head thrown against the wall, kicked in the ribs, kneed in the mouth and nose.

“He left me there and walked out like nothing happened.”

To her horror, tears slipped out the corners of her eyes. She pressed the hells of her hands against them, as if she could stem them from that alone.

“I know you think I’m naive and stupid,” she said shakily. “But I don’t understand why.”

He pulled her hands gently away from her face. “You are naive, but you’re not stupid. You worked with him for years, you had no reason not to trust him. Tell me, what is his Agent name?”

“Why? Do you want to send him a thank you card?”

“No. I want to kill him.”

The look in his eyes was downright terrifying. She had only seen John’s public face, the one that won him so many elections. The winsome, handsome, boyish smile with perfect white teeth. This reminded her of the John she first met, half feral and ready to stab anyone in the face.

Of course, he only got his wealth and his elections from his power. If he lost that, well . . . .He’d be worse off than her. No wonder he looked so pissed.

“Shadow.”

John’s mouth thinned into a tight, grim line. Erik patrolled at night due to his ability to travel through darkness. Undoubtable they had run ins before. Roxanne wasn’t the only one on the quest to dismantle John’s unground organizations.

“Did he say anything to you before he left?”

The memory was hazy from pain, but she thought hard.

“Something like . . .that I wasn’t cut out for this work. That he was doing me a favor.”

“I see.”

“I don’t know if he was working alone or if it was really even him or if the Agency told him to do it. I don’t know anything and I don't know how to find out without telling the whole freaking world that I’m a sitting duck!”

Her voice started cracking at the end and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from breaking down. John waited her out quietly, his expression hard as stone.

“Can I have my coffee now?” she asked after a few minutes, throat tight.

His eyes softened into something that looked dangerously like pity.

“Yes.”

Part five here

#hero x villain #enemies to lovers #my writing #writeblr #a favor for a favor #dark villain

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justmightyshadows · 1 year ago

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This chapter came to me a bit faster than some of the others probably because it is setting up what is to come. It has tender moments but is mostly filling in lore and dissing Selune.

Aylin and Isobel picked a place in the upper reaches of the furthest tower when they set up camp outside of Baldur’s Gate. Isobel tried to remove some of the dust before the others arrived but had barely made a safe space for the fire before Muira stood before them. She wore a long black night gown with a high split up her leg that had been picked out for her by Minthara who had recently fallen into the habit of dressing her lately. Minthara followed behind her in a matching black jumpsuit that had a plunge to her navel. They sat silently across from Aylin and Isobel as the pair tended to beginning of the small fire.

Isobel cast a couple quizzical looks at Minthara - her eyes showed the yearning of a question forming on her mind - but she chose not to speak. The silence was punctuated by the small pops of the embers until eventually Muira sighed and spoke “Out with it then winged one. I need to know what happened. How did you get caught and what magic trapped you?” She began to pass around small glasses to drink out of and a large bottle of elvish spirit which Minthara looked at with disgust.

Aylin threw two overflowing glasses back and wiped the excess from her face with the back of her arm. “I was caught by Ketheric, he used my oath against me. I was distraught at the time over my dear Isobel’s death and searching for ways to do good for Selunite’s in the area. He wrote to me about a threat to them there so I made my way quickly to offer my aid. In other times I would have waited for reinforcements or at least an ally at my side. When I arrived I was overwhelmed by Shar’s forces and bound by the necromancer Balthazar.” Isobel reached over tenderly and stroked Aylin’s face but Aylin lowered her hand gently and moved forward. “At first I was resigned to my fate. To die truly felt like a relief I could not have had any other way, every death felt like a chance to be by her side again. In truth I was not sure if immortality was a real thing, a long life yes but to be killed as I was, I did not think it possible. At the same time I could feel every blow that Ketheric took and his pain ravaged me as well.” She filled her glass again and poured it into the back of her throat. Minthara wondered if it did anything to numb her at all or if the act itself made her feel better, more mortal. “Killing him was a joy I did not think I could have but my pain had already been endured, there was no turning back time.” She shifted in a rare moment of uncomfortable energy and allowed Isobel to hold tightly to her arm.

“You endured a great deal but did you not see the signs? Did you not know he was a Sharran?” Muira asked in an even tone. She watched the facial expressions of them both to glean any clues about the truth of this tale. “I knew he was a sick and twisted man but I assumed it was by grief not by falling to a lost goddess. I spent no time around him or that area after Isobel died. There was nothing I wanted more than to be far from the places that held our memories together.” Her voice quivered and Isobel began to look in concern she thread her hand under Aylin’s tunic and rubbed her back while she poured her another heaping glass of drink. Aylin tipped it back as well and looked off into the distance.

“I pity your predicament in a way, but I had far more technical questions in mind than your emotional state. How did they bind you for so long? Was it with the magic that I suggested?” She made a manageable glass for herself and pulled a small bejeweled bottle from her waist lining and passed it to Minthara who sighed in relief at the drow wine.

Isobel furrowed her brow in confusion “What do you mean that you suggested?” Aylin interjected loudly over her questioning “Do not stir trouble for me, child of Umberlee. I will not stand for it.”

Muira ignored Aylin and shifted her intense gaze to Isobel instead moving her legs to widen the slit which drew everyone’s attention to her thighs. “I came to visit sometime before you died and tried to convince Aylin to bind herself to you if she felt you were her true love. I explained the soul bridge to her and she rejected me fully.” She let a bit of the drink slip from her mouth down her chest and pretended to look surprised. “I assumed she was either too self-righteous or not in love enough to take my advice.”

Aylin jumped up shaking the twigs in the low burning fire, her eyes glowing white with fury while Muira finished with a cool “I warned her the magic could be used against her otherwise. I could not be the only one to think of it. She never told you this?” This angered Aylin even more as she pointed down at Muira “You have no right to come here and stir up trouble in such a way! I did not tell her because I did not trust you! I still don’t. You are too power hungry and too willing to make alliances with dark forces.” She turned to face Minthara “Look, even now who you keep in your bed.”

Minthara rose in a dramatically slow way and breathed out “She keeps someone in her bed who is worthy of the position. Do not blame Muira for your inadequacies and careful where this sentiment goes. You are so far an ally but an enemy can be made just as quickly.” Muira rubbed her hand gently up Minthara’s leg and pulled down at her waist as she spoke to Aylin directly “I was born of a dark force! That is your problem with me golden one, and when I extended my hand in friendship you rebuked me on prejudice alone. Now you must live with where that has put you. You are angry with yourself far more than you are angry with me.” Minthara settled to the floor reluctantly crossing her legs but brought Muira underneath her arm in a protective way as she glowered at Aylin.

“Tell us Isobel, what trapped her for so long.” This time it was Minthara who spoke catching the cleric off guard, she flinched a bit dramatically at being addressed by her. “A soul cage. It bound her and kept her in a state of suspended stasis while her life force, her soul, was used almost like a shield by Ketheric.” She avoided Minthara’s gaze instead looking at Muira with soft eyes, as if she hoped her admissions would win her favor.

“It sounds similar to the soul bridge which would be more of a shared connection. You are both too young” She gestured at Minthara and Isobel “but this was a favorite of the gods before, to make their favorite mortal warriors -immortal through the binding of their soul to something immortal, in most cases a blessed weapon. Many a legendary weapon has a soul bound to it, giving it the properties and knowledge of the warrior it homes. The truly powerful can even extend their mortal body and transfer between the two shapes.”

Muira felt the heat of the drink across her body as she tipped another glass back. She gave a soft kiss to the underside of Minthara’s jaw who smirked at Isobel’s jealous face. “There is nothing stopping you now Aylin, once I’ve gotten the details for the soul bridge you should not make the same mistake twice.”

Aylin looked down at Isobel and spoke in an apologetic tone “It would offend Selune to give my immortality to another.”

Minthara laughed harshly and made a sweeping motion at the room around them. “Look at where we are? You owe Selune nothing! She let you rot away for a century, she let her sister kill you thousands of times and for what? She sent no army, no weapon, no warrior to your aid. We lifted the curse and felled Ketheric on our own. You owe her nothing, oh mighty paladin. ” She let the last sentence fall as the insult that is was and enjoyed the angry look on Isobel’s face.

“We owe her everything.” Isobel whispered, she drank her first glass into the silence of the room. Muira let the silence drag on as she stared longingly at Minthara, she gave another playful kiss and Minthara gave her a stern look to behave. She did not mind pda but seemed to be taking stock of the company before them.

Isobel yawned, tired from the talk and seemingly annoyed by the display of affection before her. “It matters not, we will lead two different lives for two different lengths it seems. However, to destroy this cult you still have our help. You saved Aylin, you saved me and you helped Jaheira as well, that is not something we take lightly.” She spoke directly to Muira, and held her gaze, then lowered her head slightly in deference.

Muira rose and put a hand out to Aylin “You do not need to trust me yet - look into it on your own. Ask yourself if you can endure her death again.” She then put a hand out to Isobel who raised it to her mouth and gave the knuckles a light kiss as she whispered “I owe you a great debt, child of Umberlee. I hope one day to repay it.” Minthara bristled to her side as they said their goodnights and headed back to the tent.

They had barely crossed the threshold before Muira has opened a map on their bedroll. “They gave us the information we were looking for. In Baldur’s Gate we need to find that book on soul binding to weapons. I think it holds the key we are missing. We also need to enter the Wave Mother’s Temple. I believe we will be safer there than sleeping in the streets of Baldur’s Gate.” She circled two areas and then added two symbols in the corner for Bhaal and Bane. “Of course we must also kill Orin and remove this tadpole.” Minthara listened absentmindedly as she sat in front of Muira. She reached out and rubbed both of Muira’s arms following behind with soft kisses that trailed up to her neck. She pressed their bodies together and leaned into Muira’s ear enjoying the feel of the demi-god’s heart rate quickening from her touch. “You will give me this gift then my love?” There was no doubt what she meant. Her question was as tender and soft as she’d ever been but in a way that was drenched in a sort of desperation. She wants to live forever. “Yes, of course, ussta kulggen*(my shield)” Minthara moved to rest on her lap pressing her weight into Muira. “Promise me you will not stop until we are bound as such.” She flickered her tongue along the edge of Muira’s ear. “Usttan Iglata. ** (I promise)” she moved her mouth to bite down harshly into Muira’s neck. “Make it so then, my love. Before we do not get the chance and end up like them.” She pulled back a bit to stare deeply into Muira’s eyes, the dark brown of the gaze returned looked like pools of the deepest water. “I would never allow us to be like them. You have my promise.” She rubbed her head into Minthara’s and continued “Rest now. I will be lookout while you meditate. I have plans to make.” Minthara nodded and shed her clothes wrapping herself in the soft blankets and furs that Muira kept for them. She draped one hand over Muira’s crossed legs, even in resting she yearned for the closeness of their bodies.

Muira waited for Minthara’s breathing to slow before she called out to Aenwyn. In a flash her trident shifted and aneleven was before her. She had piercing emerald eyes, light gray skin and jet black hair that falls neatly below her cheek, across her face is a large scar that crackles gently with electricity. Her head is adorned with a three pointed circle and she wore a billowing green dress that fell above her knee. “My lord?” Her voice is almost two each word in perfect unison but the harmony of it sung like a small choir. “Watch the perimeter while she rests.” Muira did not look up from her reading when she spoke, staring instead at a small book on binding spells. “Of course my lord.” Aenwyn gave a small bow and walked off, the sound of her feet nonexistent as if she hovered right above the ground.

The night labored along slowly until Minthara’s breathing became shallow. She writhed in agony, sweat beading on her forehead. “No” she whispered into the darkness over and over. “Aenwyn, bring cold water now!” Muira called out. Within seconds Aenwyn was at her side with a small cool basin as they stared over the drow. “She looks haunted.” Aenwyn’s voice was even as Muira dabbed at the sweat that had formed on her lover’s head. “Give her time - if she isn’t awake in an hour you must wake her.”

Muira nodded and allowed Aenwyn to plant a gentle kiss on her head. “Stay close, Aenwyn.” She called as Aenwyn stepped out of the tent. “I am never far my lord.”

#OC Muira #Muira #bg3 #ao3 #ao3 wr #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #minthara #dame aylin #bg3 aylin #bg3 isobel #bg3 oc #bg3 minthara #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 lore

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dalliansss · 2 years ago

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Love Paradise Prompts:

"Since when did you know how to barbecue?" "I always have. I've just never gotten the chance to cook for you like this." - Celegorm/Luthien (I'm dying on this hill...likely alone.)

love paradise - summer vacation scenarios for your otp

Himlad was looking like the home base. At least, Lúthien thinks it is -- they haven't moved for months now, and going on for about a year, and her husband's hunters and people have begun building a settlement. All around the hills and plains that made up the region, there is always an on-going construction project, mostly supervised by Turko's brother, Curufin, and nephew, Celebrimbor.

She gave birth here, in the wild regions of Himlad, with nobody to assist her except Turko. For an ellon, he surprisingly knew what to do, and he gave her a leaf to chew on as her labor pains wracked her, and gave her leave to curse him as much as she liked. This she did, and she found she rather enjoyed it, and -- if he was up to it, gave her more children of his, she'll happily continue cursing him as she birthed their infants.

There is one infant now, one they (well, she, mostly) named Dior. Said boy had gone out an hour ago, skipping happily along being trailed by butterflies, dressed in pelts his ada found and sewn for him, toting around his small bow, a quiver of arrows on his back. This left Lúthien free to continue her chore in the kitchen: marinating some wild hog meats with a sauce the recipe of which she learned from Talathiel, her handmaiden, who had relocated to Himlad with her after her marriage.

Somewhere outside her house, a small explosion is heard, no doubt from Curufin and Celebrimbor's forges. Something always explodes one way or another in those forges. Turko told her to keep away lest she might be caught in the blast radius.

She has an hour for her marinade to be done. Lúthien occupies herself by getting some books Celebrimbor left her -- helpful language books that dealt with Sindarin translations into Quenya. Her hour she passes reading words and passages in Sindarin, then pronouncing them in Quenya, learning her husband's language more with each day.

When the hour is done she returns to her cooking, and she starts a fire at the backyard and soon she is grilling the hog meats. Turko taught her many things: how to start a fire, both for campfire and cookfire; how to forage for edible berries, fruits, roots, herbs and mushrooms. She wants to learn how to hunt as well, and how to skin and quarter game, but Turko tells her they have all the time in the world and she needn't rush.

She is supervising her cooking when she hears Turko come in. Dior's laughter is ringing bright and clear like a silver bell. Lúthien straightens up and turns, just as Turko joins her, holding Dior by the right ankle as if he was not their son, but some wayward beast Turko caught in the wild. Their boy however is flushed with laughter.

"You're cooking?" Turko asks, quirking a blond eyebrow at her, then at the grilling meats behind her.

"Yes, I put to good use the recipes I learned and the skill set you taught me," Lúthien smiles.

"Didn't know you can barbecue," Turko continues as he flips Dior upright with ease, and sets their child upon his broad, strong shoulders. Dior is grinning wide, and quickly buries his small hands into his father's honey-blond braids.

"It is a recently acquired skill, and I wanted to show off," Lúthien grinned at him, cheeky.

Turko smirks in answer. He leans in and helps himself to a kiss off her sweet, miruvor-like lips, and Lúthien answers the kiss just as fervently.

"Disgusting," Dior wrinkles his nose at his parents from his perch.

Turko breaks the kiss, and he pulls back, patting their son's right knee. "Yes, yes, Dior. Kissing a woman is disgusting to you now, but I'll laugh once you grow up, and discover that elleths are a noble pursuit all on their own."

@antares0606

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krinsbez · 2 days ago

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Random Life Thoughts

-Recently read something I helped Kickstartered a while bakc, a series of six stand-length comics that reprinted Gale Allen (occasionally Gale Allen and the Girl Patrol or Gale Allen and the Girl Squadron), a feature in Planet Comics back in the Golden Age of Comics. it's your classic rockets and rayguns space opera, except the protagonist is a hot girl who usually is leader of a group of hot girls, and sometimes they don't wear very much. Also sometimes they fight and/or rescue other hot girls who sometimes don't wear very much.

It will not surprise you that it is a Good Girl Art project, although despite that, it's surprisingly unhorny. Like, yes, there's lots of pretty girls running around in outfits that show off the goods, but they don't make A Thing of it, the way, say...Gun Honey does. Or the new art made to serve as covers.

The early stories prominently feature Gale's boyfriend Jack North, who in the first couple stories is a sexist pig who insists girls shouldn't be fighting no matter how much ass Gale and her team kick. That aspect gets dropped pretty quickly, and then he disappears as well, though they still feel a need to throw in a badass dude a lot.

The continuity is a mess, BTW. Very scattershot; initially Gale is an American defending the USA from some sort of space pirate who's conquered Europe and then she's inexplicably the chief general of the Queen of Venus and then later she's piloting a pair of bickering scientists around the galaxy and no explanation is ever given for it.

She also has multiple encounters with evil Mayincatec-theemd aliens, which is weird and collar-tugging.

-Read the novelization of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension. Is a very different experience than the movie cuz it is CHOCKFULL of exposition, whereas the movie is famously rather sparing on that front. Also philosophical technobabble. It's still a hell of a trip, just in a different way. Also some plot details here and there are different.

-I feel much, much better than I did in January. Part of that is cuz I finally saw a doctor and got prescribe a medication, part of that is the passage of time, but the important thing is that I am not spending half the day stricken by stomachaches. Which means I can go to work again.

-Both of my nieces have dresses made of this green velour material. My mom has a dress made of a similar material. I keep making jokes about this. Thus far only one has failed to land with other people, so I'm doing better than usual.

-Had both my brother who has been married longest and my brother who was married most recently over for Shabbos this week, that was fun. Also of course, their wives, and in the case of the former, his children, who of course were the main attraction; they're SO CUTE.

-M'mom threatened to make me shovel snow today despite my insistence that it was unnecessary, and lo and behold it had started melting before I got the chance. It's all gone now.

-I keep missing phone calls and decided that the problem was that the call volume on my phone was too low, so I amped it up. The problem is that I cannot decouple call and notification volume for some idiot reason, and so I ended up disabling a bunch of notifications because the sound is so frigging' irritating.

-Owing to my illness, I didn't feel like looking at the Star Trek Adventures Character Sheet collections, so it took longer than anticipated, but I have finally finished 'em and started the Army of Darkness RPG, which consists solely of the Rulebook, and even though I anticipate it taking awhile for me to finish it, I already want to start making polls to pick the next one. Is that weird?

Maybe I should do a poll about that?

#Random Thoughts

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 11 months ago

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @izzy-b-hands Thank you so much!! I know tag games are slowly fading from fashion, but they are a lovely excuse to rant a bit!

1.) ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Nope! When my mother gave birth she randomly chose a name from a book she liked! She was between two, one becoming my name second becoming my middle name! (My middle name being -Amaya!)

I have been debating changing my, but it's a misspelling of a common name. If someone says it there's a 50/50 chance they say the male spelling, so I can't *not* appreciate it. That and it flows off the tongue with my last name.

[BUT OMG- Izzy would be *such* a good nickname. My ongoing gender crisis makes it hard to choose just 1.(Though I will 100% get a spade/swallow/Polaris(4-pointed star) tattoo on my hand at some point)]

2.) WHEN WAS THE LAST NIGHT YOU CRIED?

I don't know. Probably around 2-3 months ago??? I've been very busy lately, and usually only cry with fic or when it just *naturally* happens. I've been stressed, so I think I'll plan out a good cry this weekend!

Recently I've been frustrated after I received critiques about how I write in a few college classes, which has been a bit rough, but I'll learn from it. A lot of this has to do with how having a bad attention span affects how I write(if you're a follower of mine, you've definitely noticed my errors). I've noticed this in my fanworks as well, a lot of missed words or autocorrects incorrectly editing my work. I am debating going back and re-editing everything out of embarrassment. A combination of ADHD+ Dyslexia is hell when you like writing.

3.) DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

No! No hate to those who do, but I don't think I could be a parent. I know I CAN but I haven't beaten my demons yet, and I wouldn't want to pass them down. I want to make sure I can work through my own habits first.

If I could afford them? I would be much more 50/50. In a few years if my partner REALLY wants them, and we have a support system to help raise them, and we can afford them? MAYBE. I'm the eldest in my family, so maybe I'll get to be a cool uncle.

4.) WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

I'm very uncoordinated. I tried out for the volleyball team when I was around 13, and didn't make the team. On top of having issues showing up consistently that would have made weekly practice hell, I have always been a twig. In High School, after I figured my own habits out a bit more, I was in band/marching band and theater!

Today, I work on my feet, and enjoy indoor rock climbing and weight lifting. Though it really doesn't look like I do!

5.) DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Yes! But it doesn't land unless you've known me forever. I think I'm a hoot, but if I take the energy I bring hanging out with family into the real world? It doesn't transfer. My humor is very dry and half the time people end up explaining how 'you don't understand___' when in reality, I was making a joke. Now I'm getting a lecture.

6.) WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Besides outward appearance, I tend to notice moods pretty well before they start talking. Stress, anxiety, anger, happiness, etc, someone's body language. Might be a survival mechanism from growing up with my parent, but it's helpful. THAT and I have a really bad resting bitch face, and 'sad' looking eyes that make me not, look happy 90% of the time. If I do, I'm purposefully smiling.

The 'energy' someone brings to the conversation usually determines how it's going to go. I'm awful with names and faces. At my current job, I've been there since November and can only name 5/40ish coworkers. It's currently March.

Body part-wise? Eyes. I force eye contact like it's no one's business.

7.) WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Brown! Dark brown, not yet black. I usually wear brown glasses to match my brown hair+eyes. Plus a brown jacket/boots. Overall, I also dress in a LOT of browns. Very 70s-style white hippie meets flannels!

8.) SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

BOTH!

I'm joking, but in all actuality, I just need narrative consistency that fits the tone of your story. Realize if it's a tragedy or comedy and give it a fitting ending.

If we assume this question is more 'do you want to be scared/sad from the stuff you watch or do you just want comfort media?' I heavily lean more comfort. Though I love taking these shows and turning them a bit horrific, it's always to serve a central idea of character growth.

'Character A from show needs to learn a lesson'. Alright, what if the thing that teaches them this lesson is a ghost. Or if a character is thrown into the world suddenly alone-they to have them learn they are competent and not helpless. If that makes any sense.

I enjoy horror/tragedy as a group of tropes but enjoy it more as a way to tell a human story.

9.) ANY TALENTS?

I would frame them as hobbies more than talents, as I've never been naturally good at anything.

I enjoy playing bass guitar/guitar, I embroider, and of course, I write. But I am trying to improve in all of these as I go about my life.

For my instruments, I rely on Rocksmith! I love hooking up an instrument, turning my mind off, and letting my fingers do the work as I listen to songs I like on repeat. As I mentioned with being uncoordinated above with sports, it's slow progress, but I'm having fun doing it!

When I write, I know I have issues really editing my work. I'll change a sentence, and miss a few words in the edit, so now the entire paragraph doesn't flow. That, with dyslexia and the writing platform I use having a less than reliable spell check? Yeah. I wish to improve in how I write. My sentences often don't flow together. I jump from thought to thought, but I'm getting better at catching my thoughts. I only just started writing again in 2022, so I'm trying not to be too hard on myself.

I've been told I'm good with lecturing, but that's just from my love of writing essays.

10.) WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Small town in Montana, USA. I've lived in Texas, Hawaii, and Virginia due to family being in the military until I was in my early teens. I would say I'm a Montana'ian, as I've spent over half of my life here. It's not awful, the price of living is getting bad as nature lovers with money take the property, but things could be worse. I wish I could leave the US. However, I've realized I need to grow my career and have experience before any country would let me emigrate. So I'll be in my thirties before I have the chance to. (I have no idea if that GIF is in Montana but it fits the vibe)

11.) WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, reading, drawing(it's god awful, but I doodle), listening to music, and I've been trying to get into recording podfics for a year at this point. My hatred of my own voice is seriously holding me back.

12.) DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Yes! I currently have two cats of my own, Polly and Cricket. Both of whom I have inserted into the random fic, as some overly proud pet parents can admit to. They've been with me since early high school, 2016ish. As I currently live with family and do online school, they live with me, and have since 2020. But, due to me going back to in-person classes this fall, my mother will be taking them back. I highly empathize with @izzy-b-hands as I will be in a similar situation soon. Shit sucks!

13.) HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'9/5'10. Taller if I'm in my boots! I enjoy it.

14.) FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Even with my issues keeping a consistent thought, and god-awful dyslexia, I loved English. I averaged around a 90% even if I tried my hardest, but I just fell in love with story analysis and literature. Back then I was convinced a STEM field would save me, so I graduated with 7 math courses and 6 sciences completed in 4 years. Only indulging in the 1 required English in all four years of school. If not for the pandemic and college making me realize I hated most sciences, I wouldn't have fallen back in love with writing. Not taking the schools english classes was my main regret in Highschool.

So either English or History. History was easy for me-I had A+'s in all my courses. Mainly because I memorized historical events like one would a story. Good stuff though.

15.) DREAM JOB?

Writer-teacher-therapist. I am working on becoming the ladder but honestly, the retention rate is so low, most leave the field in their first ten years. I wouldn't want to be a teacher to gen alpha kids, given how most are years behind their grade. But a professor wouldn't be a bad job.

My want to be a therapist comes from controlling some of my hours, and in-depth interactions with the public that go beyond fake customer service smiles. I hate dehumanization and all my jobs so far have been putting on more masks that I already have been struggling to take off for years. That, and I have issues doing work I'm not passionate about but I already see myself falling in love with the field. Especially drug rehabilitation work. My main hesitancy is how our current healthcare system in the US is unaffordable and hard to manage for the insured or uninsured.

If being a therapist falls through, I've enjoyed most of my janitorial jobs. I enjoy working at warehouses right now, given how they let you listen to music and the work is independent, but I've most enjoyed being a janitor in a hospital's kitchen. Maybe I can take the analysis I do here and make YouTube videos? Who knows. I don't dream of labor, but a menial 9-5 where I clock out and have a life sounds perfect. I am not what my job position says I am.

But @izzy-b-hands is right, any sugar-baby situation is preferable!

#text post!#I'm not going to tag anyone as MOST of those I keep in thouch with in the fandom are already tagged!#BUT!#Don't be afriad to respond to this if you'd like!!

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