#I WAS READY. I WAS FUCKING READY TO GO. NOT ONCE HAVE I NOT BEEN READY TO GO.

[nadvs]

　 —⊹　♡　 newlyweds ⟢

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

anon asked . . . i'm thinking about being newlyweds with rafe. you're at friends' house for dinner and as midnight falls, rafe notices how sleepy ur getting, sheepishly smiling and all, trying to keep up with the conversation. he's gotta take his sweet wife home and fuck her all soft and deep for being so so good

author’s note obsessed with this request. filthy smut below the cut! 18+!

a smile tugs on the corner of rafe’s mouth as you settle in the passenger seat, another sweet yawn escaping your lips.

“i don’t think you said thank you enough,” he rasps.

you laugh softly as you pull your seatbelt on. you’d thanked your mutual friends for hosting you countless times on your way out, earning his gentle teasing.

“i wanted to be polite,” you say. “is that so bad?”

“no, baby, it’s not bad at all,” he murmurs. “you ready for bed?”

you bite your lip, looking over at him as the overhead light dims to black. you’re no stranger to that depth in his voice, coated with velvet, laced with arousal.

“mhm,” you reply in a hum, your eyelids heavy.

he can’t wait to bury himself deep inside you. the sex has always been incredible, but since the day you made your vows and slid rings onto each other’s fingers, it’s been mind-blowing, your love having never felt so rich.

rafe drives out onto the road and you sink further in your seat. his eyes drift to the way your dress is gliding up your thighs. he’s getting hard, his briefs tightening. it’s like all he ever does is thirst for you.

he imagines the silk bunched up between his fingers as he hikes that dress off of you. he wouldn’t have the patience to take it all the way off if he didn’t love seeing you entirely naked, all of you ready for him.

his hand finds your thigh, his palm big and warm, thumb stroking over your skin.

“i saw you trying not to fall asleep at the table,” he teases. his fingers glide to your inner thigh. the feeling of your soft, hot flesh makes his cock even harder. “my sweet girl. didn’t want to be rude.”

you instinctually spread your legs, your stomach coiling at the thought of his fingers on you, in you.

one hand is tight on the wheel while the other plays with the lining of your panties at the crook of your thigh. he gently nudges against your core, the thin layer of your panties already wet against the pads of his fingers.

you breathe a moan. your head is spinning, your body writhing to feel him without any barriers.

“you gonna thank me tonight, too?” he asks.

“yes,” you whisper. you gently buck your hips and reach across the console, touching the hard bulge in his pants.

“fuck,” he groans. you cup him over the fabric, desperate to feel his girth stretching you out.

you tease each other, your breaths going shallow as your hands move the way you know the other loves. his fingers dip into your panties, gently parting your lips, just barely sinking inside.

rafe has never been so glad the drive is so short. his heart is pounding in his ears once he gets you in bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he hovers over you.

his tongue is against yours, your mouths open and hot and wet as your clothes clumsily bunch together and drop to the floor.

you’re panting when his mouth finds your neck, kissing and sucking. he cups your jaw to ensure that you look him in the eyes as he guides himself into you, slow, so slow that you want to cry out.

rafe shudders against your mouth as sinks into your heat. this is the best place in the fucking world. on top of you, your pussy wrapped around him, your moans filling his ears.

“was staring at you tonight, thinking about how lucky i am to call you my wife,” he rasps. “about how hard i want to make you come.”

goosebumps bloom over your skin as he shifts to trace circles over your clit. he finally bottoms out, stretching you out with a pressure so euphoric that you feel dizzy.

every thrust is slow. you fit together perfectly, hot and sweet and meant for each other. he completes you and you complete him, needing the other just the same, missing each other when he pulls back.

his body know yours so well, a language only you two speak. it takes no time for the coil in you to snap, coming undone. you feel like you might lose your mind when you watch him dip his fingers into his mouth to taste you.

his hips start to rock faster. harder. he collides against you over and over, the deliciously lewd sounds filling your bedroom, tangled with his ragged breaths and the squeaking bed.

“so good for me,” he groans, his lips pressed against your temple. “i fucking love you.”

and you tell him you love him, too, you thank him, you moan his name, you feel absolute perfection as he finishes inside of you.

[kurooh]

FIRST DATE JITTERS ☆ MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu swears he isn’t crazy.

yes, he’s talking to himself while standing in the middle of his very empty apartment, right at the epicenter of the mess he’s made with his own hands. a lamp gifted to him by his mom is on its side on the floor, the lampshade permanently dented now—the flung shoes that had knocked it over are beside it, the toes pointing right at him to further prove that it was entirely his doing.

rumpled blankets are hanging off the foot of the bed, touching the floor while they’re weighed down by all of the clothes he’s dragged out of his closet. somehow, his high school jersey made it into the mix. god, like he’d ever wear that to a date.

atsumu slams down on the dial button again and waits impatiently, starting to fidget as the low tone of the phone drones into his ear. if he gets sent to voicemail one more fucking time—

“what do ya want, tsumu?” osamu’s grumble crackles through the phone, accompanied by the sounds of talking and clinking dishes. “ya only called me nineteen fuckin’ times. should’a known it was only a matter a’time before ya called the fuc—ahem, the restaurant.”

“answer yer phone an’ i wouldn’t have’ta call ya so many goddamn times! listen, i need yer help with something, i’ve gotta pick up a date in a half hour and i—”

“tsumu has a wittle date, huh?” on the other side, osamu ignores the weird looks from customers and his own staff members as he pitches his voice. “and ya just had ta make it my problem. i’m not comin’ over there, ya need to deal with it yerself.”

atsumu sighs indignantly, practically blowing steam out through his nostrils like a wild bison. his brother is really, really getting on his last nerve, but he doesn’t want to show up at your place with a vein bulging out of his forehead, so he tries to calm himself. “if ya’d just listen ta me, ya’d understand that i need some help choosing what ta wear. my apartment’s a fuckin’ mess right now, which coulda been prevented if ya picked up earlier, goddamn it!”

he shouts the last of it and hopes that osamu doesn’t hang up and instead senses his plight with the hard-wired brotherly instincts they both share.

“sorry, what was that? the restaurant’s real busy, i think i might have to get back to it.”

“i need yer advice! i don’t know what i should wear ta pick her up, so stop messin’ around and help me. yer the one who’s been on more dates anyway, ya scrub.”

osamu sighs, probably fidgeting with the phone cord as he contemplates giving in and helping out. this is the first time his brother has called with this much desperation over a date, of all things—he honestly thought that atsumu would get better at this whole song and dance once he made it onto msby. he supposes it’s a good thing that he’s the one atsumu is calling, and it’s a nice little ego boost too.

anyway, between the two of them, he’s always had an easier time talking to and wooing women. you’ve come up in their conversations a few times before, but atsumu tends to drone on about how much he likes you, so osamu pointedly avoids the topic. as much as osamu loves him, he knows that his brother can be a bit much—awkwardly making jokes when he first meets someone, describing volleyball to them against their will, and worse, texting back too quickly to start up more torturous conversations.

but from what atsumu’s divulged to him over the phone, osamu understands that you are a perfect match for his brother. you balance out all of his excitement and listen to his volleyball stories—even laughing genuinely at a few of them—in a way that nobody has before. osamu wants his brother to be happy, and he also wants to be the one credited with bringing the two of you together (he can see this working out in the long run).

“m’kay, tsumu, open yer ears and listen closely. got it?”

atsumu’s trying not to start sweating and ruin the results of what ended up being an hour long shower; you unknowingly send him a friendly text letting him know you’re ready to go and awaiting him. “yeah, i got it . . samu, fuck, she’s sayin’ she’s ready and—”

osamu snaps into the serious, focused persona he usually reserves for when he’s crammed in the kitchen during a holiday rush hour. “ignore her text an’ tell me what yer options are. i assume yer takin’ her ta dinner, right?”

“fancy place over on eleventh street. both of ‘em are dress shirts, but it’s between dark blue, white, and—”

“dark blue, tsumu. make sure it has a goddamn collar, you ain’t going ta a team dinner.”

atsumu frowns as he holds up the shirt, scanning over the fabric for a single wrinkle. he got everything he could find dry cleaned just for this moment and steamed—three dress shirts, two pairs of pants, a vest, and two ties. you’re probably sitting on the couch at home, waiting for a text back in your pretty dress, completely unaware of the fact that he’s spiraling. seeing the dry cleaning bill plus the rush charge on top of it made him take a lap around the parking lot, but he returned brandishing his card, reminding himself that this much effort would totally be worth it. “‘m gonna go with the black pants. should i wear a vest too or will she laugh at me?”

osamu winces, sucking in a sharp breath at the thought. this is a risky maneuver, but it should be fine if he balances it out with a nice tie. one of his waitresses is mouthing a plea for help toward him, and he’s trying to let her know he needs two more minutes max.

“samu, come on,” his voice gets whiny and he stamps his foot on the carpet in frustration. “‘m getting sweaty already.”

“deodorant before ya put anything on, don’t wanna take her breath away with yer stench. match the vest ta the pants, make sure ya got clean socks on.”

“oh, fuck off! i always wear clean socks, it was only that one time.” atsumu is currently rifling through his drawers for a pair of clean socks without patterns in case you end up seeing them later on, and he finally comes up with a tight ball of fabric. he holds it up like it’s a gold nugget, the eureka of the decade, and then remembers that nobody is in the apartment with him.

“look, tsumu, i gotta go. remember ta be a gentleman ‘n hold doors, pull chairs, all that.”

atsumu’s face drops while he’s in the middle of pulling his socks on. he starts to protest uselessly, growing more panicked with every word that tumbles out of his mouth. “samu, oh my god. she’s gonna look really fuckin’ good, how do i compliment her? what if i start chokin’ when we’re eatin’ and i embarrass myself? i need ya ta talk ta me, i really like her and—”

“tsumu, breathe. no need ta get so damn worked up, it’s jus’ a date. be yerself an’ use yer judgment. ya got it in the bag, don’t sweat it.”

osamu considers that this may be the wrong choice of words, because atsumu groans and pops off the cap of what is probably a stick of deodorant. dejected, his brother mumbles a goodbye and a thanks, not wanting to hang up himself.

“wear a blue tie. send me some pictures, ‘kay? try yer best not ta look like a scrub, dude. good luck with her, yer gonna be fine.”

atsumu is quick to follow his brother’s instructions after applying one too many layers of deodorant. when he’s fully dressed, he takes a mirror photo and sends it to osamu’s cell, then texts you that he’s heading over to pick you up for dinner. he sprays a small amount of cologne and adjusts his too-tight tie before heading out the door, his tummy flipping nervously.

it is only soothed when you open the door with a smile on your face, right after a single knock. atsumu looks as handsome as ever, outfitted in a tantalizing combination of blue and black. his cheeks are a dusty pink, and they only darken when he respectfully tries to take in the beauty of your dress.

he clears his throat, snapping out of his daze, and offers you his arm, a cute though awkward grin splitting across his face. “yer just . . god, yer breathtakin’. so beautiful.”

you laugh as you take his arm, cheeks warming. “you clean up pretty well yourself, atsumu.”

—

“wait, what?” you cackle in disbelief, laughing breathlessly as osamu nods seriously. “no way, he really called you and begged you for your help?”

“yeah, he tore the fuckin’ place up all because he couldn’t make a decision. hey, tsumu, tell her how much ya spent on dry cleanin’.”

atsumu flares indignantly, cheeks burning with a visible glow as he sets down the wine glasses a little harder than he should. “samu, i know we’re gettin’ married, but that was two goddamn years ago. ya didn’t even help me that much, my tie was tangled and—”

you gasp in surprise, recounting the events of your first date. “baby, is that why i had to loosen it for you? it was so tight, i’m surprised you didn’t suffocate and keel over on the way up to my apartment.”

atsumu dramatically turns his head to the side, tipping his nose up in disdain. he did nearly choke himself out with the tie that had been a birthday gift from an msby teammate, but in his defense, he was rushing out the door and had only ever worn ties tied by either his mom or osamu. “maybe if i did, i wouldn’t have’ta sit here while you throw dirt all over my name, samu. and you, babe, yer laughin’ at me.”

osamu pours himself a glass of wine and watches as you console his brother, hugging him tightly. “mm mm, tsumu. i’m only laughing because i think all of the effort you put into that date was sweet. i didn’t look it, but i was almost as nervous as you were.”

eyes gleaming with hopefulness, atsumu softens and looks at you with a small smile. “really? yer not just tryin’ ta apologize for disparagin’ me in front of samu?”

“i promise,” and then you tilt his face toward your own, brushing your lips against his in what is clearly the beginning of a lovey-dovey kiss.

osamu sits back with the wine glass in his hand, then starts to gag and retch loudly when atsumu purposefully kisses you more passionately. “urk! i know yer gettin’ married next month, but everybody else an’ i don’t wanna see all that.”

instead of saying anything, atsumu lets his middle finger speak for the two of you.

inspired by this! haikyuu fluff will always be special to me <3

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⭑ you're jeno's favourite gift ﹙+18﹚

all that could be heard from that bedroom was soft, breathless whines, muffled moans, the sharp rhythm of skin meeting skin, and the sound of jeno’s voice—low, sweet, and full of reverent praise.

it was jeno’s birthday, and—true to the quiet, homebody heart he had—he wanted nothing more than to stay where he felt most at peace: at home, wrapped in your arms, spoiled by your attention, and fed by your hands. you had made his favorite dishes, laughed with him over wine, curled up in his lap while the candles burned low… but as night fell, his desire shifted.

he wanted his favorite gift of all.

you.

and how could you possibly deny him?

“fuck, baby…” he groaned, voice dropping deeper as he watched the way your body gave in to him. his fingers pressed tighter into the curve of your hips, guiding you back to meet his every thrust, relentless and hungry. “so fuckin’ good to me… always ready for me… mine.”

your face was buried in the pillows, your ass arched high in the air—just how he liked it. the angle let him hit that perfect spot over and over again, and your moans were so high and sweet they came out broken and muffled into the sheets. he’d be smug about it if he weren’t so utterly ruined by the way your body gripped him like a vice, so warm and wet and perfect just for him.

you were going for the fourth round already, but jeno didn’t seem any near to finish what he had started.

he leaned over you, his chest flush against your back for a moment as he kissed your shoulder, then your spine. “can’t believe i get to have you like this…” he whispered, almost to himself. “you make me feel like the luckiest man alive.”

you let out a choked sob of pleasure, and jeno only chuckled softly, hand sliding along your waist, gripping you tighter. “that feel good, baby? you’re doing so well… taking me so good, just like i knew you would. such a good girl for me, even on my birthday…”

you nodded desperately into the pillow, fingers clutching at the sheets as he kept rocking into you with deep, measured strokes now—less frantic, more intense, like he wanted to feel every second of it, draw it out. worship you.

“wanna hear you,” he muttered. “just a little. let me hear my pretty girl.”

you turned your head, gasping, your voice breathy and wrecked. “jeno—feels so good—i love you, love you so much—”

“yeah?” he breathed, hips stuttering slightly at the sound of your voice. “love you too, angel. gonna make you cum so hard. gonna have you creaming all over my cock, just the way i like it.”

and you did.

with a loud, trembling moan of his name, your body tensed beneath him, walls clenching, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you. jeno cursed under his breath, hips losing rhythm as he chased his own release, groaning into your back when he finally buried himself deep and filled you up, both of you panting and trembling, tangled in each other’s warmth.

he stayed inside you for a moment longer, letting your bodies breathe in sync, your skin slick and flushed, your heartbeats loud in your ears. then, with a soft kiss between your shoulder blades, he slowly pulled out—watching his seed leaking from you from the previous orgasms—grabbing a warm towel from the nearby dresser to clean you up with the same tender care he always showed.

you whimpered softly, still sensitive, and he murmured a quiet, “sorry, baby,” as he wiped your thighs gently. his hands lingered longer than necessary, though—you could feel how much he loved touching you, even in the smallest ways.

you weren’t sure how long you laid there in jeno’s arms, your limbs tangled, hearts still fluttering from everything you’d just shared. his warmth surrounded you, grounding and intoxicating all at once. you could’ve fallen asleep like that—completely satisfied, safe.

but then you felt it.

a subtle shift in his breathing. the way his hand, which had been resting innocently on your waist, slowly trailed downward, fingers stroking lazy patterns across your hip. his lips were brushing against your shoulder again, softer this time, more tender—like he was savoring every inch of your skin.

you stirred gently, turning in his arms to face him. the look in his eyes made your breath hitch.

“still hungry, birthday boy?” you teased, voice barely above a whisper.

he chuckled, low and warm, but there was heat behind his smile now. “i can’t help it,” he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear. “you make it impossible to get enough of you…”

before you could respond, his lips were on yours again—slow and unhurried, like he wanted to memorize your taste. he kissed you with reverence, taking his time, tongues barely brushing, the heat building all over again with every slow pull of your lips.

his hand found your thigh, slipping beneath the covers, tracing up until his fingers were skimming the sensitive skin between your legs. you were still warm, still wet, and his breath caught at the feel of you.

“so ready for me,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “even after all that…”

you nodded, heart thudding. “only for you, jen.”

that’s all he needed to hear.

he guided you onto your back, kissing down your collarbone, then your chest—worshipping every part of you with gentle bites and licks, his name whispered from your lips like a prayer. his hand stayed between your thighs, slowly working you open again, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp.

“you’re perfect,” he breathed against your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. “i could do this forever. just touch you, taste you… make you feel good.”

you whimpered softly, arching into his touch, hips rolling instinctively into his hand. “please… want you again.”

he looked up at you from between your breasts, hair slightly messy, lips kiss-swollen. “then take me, baby,” he said, voice thick with affection. “i’m all yours.”

and he meant it.

he slid into you with a deep, slow stroke—your legs wrapped around his waist instantly, pulling him as close as he could possibly get. this wasn’t like the last round. this time, he moved slow, savoring the way your body clenched around him. every roll of his hips was steady, deep, his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered praise between kisses.

“so beautiful… god, you feel so good around me…”

“you’re doing so good for me… fuck, i love being inside you…”

“you were made for me, weren’t you?”

each thrust drew soft moans from your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing down his back. the tension built gradually—less explosive, more consuming. it spread like fire under your skin, until you were trembling beneath him, whispering his name like a promise.

jeno’s hands gripped yours, fingers laced tight as he stared down at you, flushed and breathless. “cum for me again,” he murmured. “just one more, baby. wanna feel you around me one more time.”

you couldn’t even respond. you were already there.

your body locked up beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through your core as you cried out his name, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming emotion of it all. jeno kissed them away, hips stuttering, then slowing as he came with a deep, ragged moan, burying himself inside you completely, like he needed to mark every inch of you as his.

he didn’t pull away immediately.

instead, he stayed nestled against you, his body heavy and warm, his breath evening out against your neck. your fingers traced along his spine, feeling his heart still racing.

“that,” he mumbled, voice hoarse but full of affection, “was the best birthday gift i’ve ever gotten.”

you smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “i’m happy i’m the one who can give you the best gift ever.” he let out a soft laugh, nuzzling his face onto your neck. “happy birthday, baby. i love you.”

he pulled away, looking up at you, soft and glowing, like you’d hung the stars for him.

“i love you too,” he whispered. “so much.”

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 have i ever said how much i love jen and how much i fucking wanna sit on his nose??? like, respectfully, but how is this man built like that?? his body proportions are insane and his face fuckk his face man..........

★ @lyvhie @spacejip @zhapire

[forever-rogue]

I don't know if this is a silly idea so if it is I apologize!

But could you write something where Tommy and the reader were seeing each other in Austin but with all the commotion they didn't have time to look for each other when they were fleeing so they both moved on thinking the other one was killed, but the reader suddenly ends up in Jackson and they get to reunite

AN | Ahh, this has been in my drafts for so long! Reminder that I am also a Tommy Miller enthusiast. I love this concept and I hope you do too 🥰 

Pairing | Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main

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“How much longer is it until we’re there?” you were whining, and you knew it. But quite honestly, you didn’t care. You were cold, tired, and hungry, and your feet were killing you. Ellie looked at you and snickered softly; she was young and spritely, everything seemed easy for her. 

“Not much longer if you’d stop your whining,” Joel turned back to you as you gave him an indignant little huff. You knew he was teasing; the two of you butted heads a lot but there was nothing but affection behind it all, “think you can manage?”

“I guess,” you waved him off and fell into step with Ellie, “you know, this place better be worth it.”

“It will be,” he promised and you wanted to believe him. You hoped he was right…things had been hard the last few months and honestly, you really just wanted a nice long break, “trust me.”

“The last time I trusted you, Joel, I ended up on this crazy journey with you and the kid,” you snorted in amusement as the two of them stared at you in surprise, “and - and - I wouldn’t change it for the world. So calm down and stop glaring daggers at me.”

“You know-” but Joel was quickly cut off by the sound of hooves, shouts, and barks. This definitely wasn’t good. 

You exchanged a look with Joel and the two of you surrounded Ellie to make sure she was as hidden as possible. It really was no use because the three of you were as exposed as could be. 

Fuck. 

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So…many things didn’t turn out as badly as they could have. In fact, it seemed like it really just turned into…the best possible situation. 

You’d not only found your way to Jackson, which already just from the outside was a lot to take in, but Joel had managed to find his brother. It was a shock on both ends but, you realized, life had been a lot like that lately. 

For the first time in a long time, you even allowed yourself to believe that things might actually work out. Hope. It was an odd thing really. 

But it was Joel’s shout that started you out of your little daydream fantasy. You almost slipped off the horse at the sudden shift of him yelling, "Tommy!"

You exchanged a look with Ellie before turning to look in the direction that Joel was currently running to. He'd almost jumped off his horse and was taking off in the direction of another dark haired man. How very curious.

The party came to a stop and the two of you got off your own horses before hesitantly walking over. It appeared that the two brothers had really missed each other. 

Joel let go of the younger man and turned to the two of you with a beaming smile, "this is my younger brother, Tommy."

You turned to the raven-haired man, ready to introduce yourself to him when everything seemed to come to a screeching halt. Time stood still as you realized that you too knew Tommy - at least once upon a lifetime ago you had.

He must have realized at the same time as you had because all he could do was silently look at you in awe. You weren't even sure how to really respond - you hadn't seen him in twenty years. Yet here he was, right as rain and the same as ever.

"Tommy?" You asked softly as he nodded, repeating your name just as quietly. Confusion marred Ellie and Joel's faces, unsure of what was going on, "oh my god."

He hesitated for a moment before holding his arms out and pulling into a hug. A sound somewhere between a sob and laugh escaped your lips as you hugged him back with just as excitement.

You had been sure you'd never see him again. You'd made peace with the fact that the love of your life was dead. 

And yet…there he was. Alive and well. Your Tommy.

When you reluctantly pulled apart, he cradled your face in his hands, tenderly brushing away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. It still felt so unreal, like a wild day dream.

"Does anyone want to explain what's going on here?" Ellie decided to cut through the tender moment and Joel groaned slightly. He was such a dad sometimes, despite what he insisted. 

"Ellie."

"It's okay," you promised, "Tommy and I…we used to…we were dating. Back…you know."

"Before," he finished for you, catching your eye and offering a shy smile, "before everything fell apart."

"Wait…" Joel looked between the two of you, pointing at each of you in turn. He repeated your name and realization dawned on him, "its you? All this time…shit-"

"Language!"

"You've been Tommy's girl?" He was more incredulous than either of you, "how did I never…realize?"

"To be fair, I haven't been anyone's girl in a long time," you stared at your feet, trying not to focus too much on the fact that everyone was staring at you, "and I didn't put two and two together to realize you were his brother. So."

"So," Tommy echoed, rocking back and forth on his heels. Neither of you were quite sure what to say; you never thought you'd been in this position again, "why, ugh, why don't we get you guys settled in? Seems like you might be staying a while."

"Great!" Ellie was able to cut through any of the tension as she stepped between you and Tommy, grabbing hold of his arm. You breathed a small sigh of relief; things had quickly gotten to a point where you didn't know what to even think.

Joel quirked an eyebrow at you but remained silent otherwise. The look was never enough to kill you; damn these Miller brothers. You huffed, "don't say a word, Joel."

He held up his hands in mock surrender as you huffed and followed after Ellie and Tommy.

Well. This day had definitely not gone according to plan. 

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After that initial afternoon of introductions and reunions, you managed to avoid Tommy for a few days. It wasn't too hard in Jackson; there were way more people than you had initially imagined. It felt so strange, but wonderful, to be somewhere that felt…normal again. Between that and Tommy, it almost seemed like things really were almost like they had been all those years ago.

"Hey there," his soft voice cut through your thoughts as you turned your gaze away from the softly falling snow and onto him. You stiffened for a moment before smiling at him.

"Hey Tommy," you moved over on the bench and brushed off the powdery fluff. He beamed at the silent invitation and sat down next to you, leaving just enough of a gap between your bodies.

"I was wondering if I'd ever see you again," you could hear the teasing lilt in his voice, "I was almost sure you'd been avoiding me."

"I-I wasn't…avoiding you," it was a lie and you both knew it. Tommy laughed, and you realized just how much you loved his laugh. It had always been one of your favorite things. 

"You've always been a horrible liar," he gently nudged your knee with his and you couldn't help the shy smile that bubbled up, "I guess time doesn't change everything."

"I guess not," your stomach churned with a plethora of emotions. Everything all at once. 

"How'd you end up with my brother?" his cheeks flushed and not just from the cold. It took a moment till you caught on and you almost laughed.

"I'm, ugh, I'm not with Joel," you promised and his shoulders visibly relaxed, "we're just friends. Trust me, I'm not - I'm definitely not - interested in him."

"Oh," you peeked over to see the smile on his face grow, "okay, that's umm, yeah. Good. And you've, ugh, never-"

"No," a shiver ran down your spine as you cut him off. Sure, Joel was handsome but you were definitely not into him, "and no thank you."

"Cool," a silence fell over the two of you, neither awkward or completely still.

"What about you and Maria?" Yeah. You were curious too.

"We…we were together for a while," he confessed and you hated how it made your stomach twist and turn. It wasn't your place to be jealous but…you were feeling particularly green, "but it didn't work out. So we're just friends."

"Well, that's good that you're still friends," and your insides were jumping around happily.

"Mhmm," he hummed in agreement before it grew quiet again. You could practically hear Ellie screaming in your ear to make a move. Lord knows that she was absolutely wanting to see the two of you get tougher again. It would be just like a movie she'd sighed dreamily.

You shifted and angled your body so you were facing him and found that he was watching you intently. You opened and closed your mouth a few times and yet somehow he knew exactly what you were thinking. Tommy leaned in and put his hand on your cheek, hesitating for just a moment to search your eyes for permission before kissing you. 

And suddenly it felt like you'd never stopped kissing him. It all felt so familiar and so…right that you thought you'd never want to forget this again. Tommy Miller always kissed you like his life depended on it.

When he pulled away, and for all you knew he could have been kissing for seconds or hours or minutes, you made a small sound of disappointment.

"I know," there was nothing but affectionate teasing behind his voice, "but if I keep kissing you, I might sink and drown, and die. Give a man a second."

"Was it that bad?" Your eyes widened with worry but the man shook his head.

"The opposite," he grinned, "I just needed a moment so I don't get too crazy for you. It's always been hard."

"Oh," alright, that was a way better answer than you'd hoped for, "I've missed that too. Honestly, I've missed you. A lot…but I feel like that's really obvious to say."

"Not a day passed when I didn't think of you," he admitted shyly, "even if it was just  for a moment, but you were still there in my mind. Like it was yesterday."

"Well, I'm sure the reality," you pointed at yourself, "is disappointing compared to the memory."

"That's where you're wrong," he scoffed as though you must have been blind, "you're just as beautiful now as the day I met you."

"Tommy-"

"I mean it," he put his hand on top of yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I've dreamed about this day so many times. I never thought…that I would actually get the chance to see you again."

"Me neither," you really wanted to wrap yourself up in him, "I'm just afraid you're not going to like this version of me. What if I'm not like you remember?"

"None of us are the same, sweetheart," he insisted softly, "we've all been through so much shit. But deep down we're all the people we once were."

"You think so?" You could feel the tears welling up already, "I mean, I'm just assuming you'd want to even…try again. You know what, forget I said anything - you don't want-"

"I do," he quickly cut off any of your negative thoughts, "I really do. You think I'd give up this second chance with my dream girl?"

"Dream girl?" and oh. The way you were looking at him made him want to melt, "I'm your dream girl?"

"You always have been and always will be," he grew bashful as you looked at him in awe, "and I think we were given this opportunity for a reason. And I know it's scary, but if you're in, I kind of want to try again. Us."

"Are you sure?"

"I've been thinking about it since the moment I saw you," he leaned in and you were so close you could kiss him - and you definitely intended on doing that again, "so I guess it's up to you, sweetheart."

"I'm in," you promised without hesitation, "all in."

"Me too," and then he kissed you again, softly but with so much love, "all in."

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Secrets in Doncaster: Part 3 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Y/N (1700+ words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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A bright flash was directed toward us...

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The sudden flash slices through the dim pub lighting, stark and jarring. George instinctively shifts his body in front of mine, shielding me, even as we both blink rapidly to shake of the after image. I pull back away from George's body, squinting into the crowd.

A guy stands a few metres back, phone in hand, looking like a deer caught in headlights realising he has just been caught . I recognise him instantly - one of the friends of the guy we took a selfie with earlier. He's still frozen as his mouth moves into an 'O' shape; he begins to lower the phone and slowly steps towards us.

"Sorry," he calls out awkwardly. "I didn't mean - I was trying to get one before the kiss - but it looked really sweet. My bad." He apologies, his eyes adverting to the ground.

George steps forward a little, voice calm but firm. "Hey mate - could you delete that, yeah?"

The guy pauses, then nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Of course, I didn't mean to be a dick."

"Appreciate it," George says, giving a polite nod. There's no edge to his tone, but there's no room for argument ether. I watch as the guy fiddles to unlock his phone in his drunken state; showing us the screen as he deletes the image from both his gallery and recently deleted. George gives the guy a thumbs up, mentions one thing to him and turns back to me.

"You good?" He asks softly.

I give a nod as my only reply as I am so deep in thought - but I know he can see something behind my eyes. He always can.

"What are you thinking beautiful?"

"What if - if we just told our fans?" I suggest, worried for his answer.

George looks at me in amazement, "yes we can!." He exclaimed. "I've been waiting for you to be ready - I want to be able to kiss you in public, and even make all those couple videos."

I let out a small giggle at his last statement, "I think I am ready Georgie."

"Good but I want it to be us it reveal, not some drunk in a random pub." I nod in agreement before we hear the bartender behind us. We grab our drinks and I follow George through the crowd back to our table.

Once we had returned to the table, I notice the group has changed seats - and now there only sat two chairs next to each other. I took the seat next to Chris as George followed after me. He placed the tray of drinks at the centre of the table as everyone grabbed a shot. George leans back into his seat, a hand finding its way to my side as the group downs their shots.

"Is that the first bingo wing done? Bingo thing done sorry?" Arthur asks, but I just stare blanky at the man, still trying to register as to what had came out of his mouth.

"Sorry how do I order you to shut the fuck up?" Arthur Hill asks, as the group erupts in cheers.

The remainder of our time spent in wetherspoon is spent finishing our drinks, and Chris claiming himself to be a 'legend'.

We shuffle out of the pub - George running ahead saying nonsense to the camera.

The camera moves to focus on Arthur TV, Chris and I as we walked - arms all wrapped around each other to have the ability to walk straight... you could say we were the lightweights of the group.

Chris is mentioning how much he appreciates Arthur when I let out a drunk uproar, "NO! You're meant to be in love with the other Arthur!" Before anything else can be said, a warhammer store is pointed out to Arthur and he's running ahead of the group.

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Our next stop - Angel & Royal.

We all jet line to the bar, elbows flying, laughter rising. The energy shifts immediately. Music pounds through the speakers like it's synced to our pulse, and the sticky floor somehow feels sacred, like we've stepped onto a battlefield of bad decisions.

Without warning, the world's worst dance competition erupts. Becky and I stand centre of the group - because we were committed to out dance the boys. I throw in a moonwalk whilst Becky pretends to throw money at me - as if I was a stripper.

The rest of the group cheers us on as if we're on Britain's Got Absolutely No Talent. We clearly beat the boys. Pure chaos. Pure vibes.

"I just shit blood." George states abruptly upon his arrival, "Y/N please call our doctor." He gives a dramatic flare with leaning against me for support.

I snort. "No offence Georgie, but Dr Smith isn't going to pick up at this hour."

He gasps in mock betrayal, clutching me dramatically once again.

Chris, naturally, chooses this moment to appear with a tray full of danger - shots that smell like lighter fluid and regret. "LET'S GO!" He yells, practically glowing with mischief.

I take one sniff and instantly feel the bile rise. My face contorts in protest.

George catches the pulled face immediately. I nudge him gently and tilt my shot glass toward him, giving him my best wide-eyed please-don't-make-me-die look - full angel mode activated.

His response is smooth as ever. Without a single blink, he glances around the group to make sure no one's watching, then subtly tilts my shot into his glass, all in one fluid motion like a magician doing a trick for an audience who's too drunk to notice - and oh our group was definitely drunk.

"Sorted," he mutters under his breath, nudging my arm with a secret smile.

I mouth thank you and lean into my boyfriend; of who responds with an arm wrapping around me.

We depart the pub shortly after, George taking my hand as the streets began to seem more busy. We walk alongside the group heading towards the Silver Street.

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Silver Street was loud - the kind of loud that rattles in your chest and makes your shoes stick to the pavement. But somehow it got louder when our group arrived - Becky leading the charge, belting out whatever song was blasting from a nearby bar. George and I trailed behind, giggling as she twirled into a dramatic solo, arms stretched like she was headlining Glastonbury.

For a fleeting moment, it was bliss - just our voices, our laughter, the night wrapping around us like a warm buzz.

Then came the fans - the many fans.

It started with a few, but quickly snowballed. A cluster of people suddenly surged toward us, phone camera raised, excited voices calling names.

George's hand slipped from mine as he got swept into the crowd, fans tugging at him for photos, pressing close, shouting over each other. The other boys were drawn into the chaos too - Chris already mid-pose, Arthur TV and Isaac talking about this podcast to a group.

Becky and I stood just off to the side, Arthur Hill now back beside us, his expression a mix of amusement and confusion. "Yeah, maybe the scenic route down main street wasn't our brightest move." Becky said, elbowing me gently.

I nodded, but my eyes didn't leave George.

He was smiling for photos, laughing along with the fans, doing that polite, public facing version of himself - charming, patient, easygoing. But I saw the way his shoulders tensed slightly, the way he subtly tried to step back from the people pressing too close, hands gripping his arms longer than necessary.

One girl practically clung to him as he tried to move away.

My stomach twisted.

He finally made his way back over to us, cheeks flushed from the attention. I reached for his arm instinctively, lowering my voice, "you okay?"

He gave a small nod, then turned to the group, exhaling sharply. "A guy just came over and asked for a photo - and as I was leaving he went, go get yourself some fanny."

The group exploded into laughter, Becky cackling like she'd just been told the greatest joke in history.

George grinned, then turned to me with his hand raised. "Little does he know I am getting some. Up high?"

"Oh, shut up," I said, biting back my grin, swatting his hand away instead of high-fiving him. His smirk grew.

With the crowd still lingering and whispers trailing behind us, we collectively decided to get off the main drag and head toward the next pub. Somewhere less fan-dense, hopefully.

I walked a few steps ahead of Becky and George, throwing glances over my shoulder every time Becky cracked a joke loud enough to earn a bark of laughter. George looked relaxed again, at least for now.

That's when I noticed them - a group of girls trailing just behind. Trying to stay subtle but clearly following. Clearly watching George.

"You're like Harry Styles," Becky declared, tossing an arm dramatically around his shoulder. George gave a sheepish grin, that awkward, bashful one he does when he doesn't quite know how to take a compliment - or when he's too polite to roll his eyes.

Becky, never one to miss a moment, turned on her hell toward the tailing girls, and loud enough to echo across the street, shouted, "sorry girls, he's got a girlfriend."

My stomach flipped. I froze for a half-second.

George didn't say anything, But I caught the glance he shot me - a proud look. And he mouthed a I love you of which I returned.

The girls fell back, murmuring between themselves, and Becky looked satisfied as hell - giving me a wink.

George quickened his pace to catch up beside me, brushing his hand against mine again.

This time, he didn't let go.

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hi everyone! I'm back from visiting my parents so here is the next part I've promised and hope you guys love!! I'm loving showing their soft and caring side for each other - is so cute to write!

I also have a little surprised planned for tomorrow!!

See you soon,

mwah x

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taglist x

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[filmbyjy]

could we get a poly imagine dating 02z🥹

THREE IS BETTER THAN ONE

a/n: AHHHH, a poly imagine with the 02z? uhh yes please??? (let me just...self-indulge in a way) also i'm so sorry this was short, i've restarted in writing this like 3 times already so this was the best i could do😭 besides, it's also like...been 2 years since this ask was requested for...so sorry🙏🏻

pairing: 02z x fem!reader

genre: polyamorous relationship, fluff

warnings: jakehoon are cute whiny babies bc they love you a lot so idk if that's a turn off to people.

your eyes had adjusted to the lights that were seeping through the blinds. was it the afternoon? morning? you didnt know but what you did know was one of the boys had you wrapped around him. he groans a little and tightens his grip around your waist. you had tapped on his back to get him to wake up but he just wouldn’t.

“10 more minutes.” he says in his deep voice.

“jake, it's-" you had reached over to grab your phone and looked at the time. "10am. Time for you to wake up."

he groans, he doesn't move. "noooo."

"you have football practice."

"let me skip it. being in your bed is the best."

"I am not allowing the captain of the football team not go to his practice. your coach will be texting me if you don't go."

“the coach can go suck a fat one.” he tiredly says. you gasped.

“sim jaeyun.”

“you sound like my mom. baby, please.” jake whines. the bedroom door bursts open. your two other boyfriends entered the room, arguing.

“no, fuck you. you burnt our girlfriend’s breakfast.” jay says. sunghoon argues back. both you and jake stared at each other and deadpanned.

“are you two going to argue like this every morning?” you say. once they both heard your voices, they smiled and went over to you.

“our goddess, here you go.” sunghoon hands you a plate of toast, eggs and sausages. you thanked him and jay.

“sunghoon burnt the first batch. i seriously have zero clue how you can burn eggs when it’s the easiest to make but sunghoon did the impossible.” jay explains. sunghoon gives him the middle finger. you had playfully rolled your eyes as the both of them bicker.

“you two have to stop arguing. i’m both your girlfriends.”

“mine too.” jake wraps his arm around your waist.

“yes. i am all three of your girlfriend. so you guys need to get along and come to an agreement.”

sunghoon and jay grumbles, they were both too stubborn to back off. you had cocked your eyebrow and pressed your tongue against the side of your cheek. "behave you two." you say in a warning tone.

both sunghoon and jay huffed. they both climbed the bed and laid close to you. jay lifts his head up. "love, i don't want to go to classes. I'll miss you."

"me too." sunghoon too looks up. you had looked in between the three boys, all of them pouting and giving you puppy eyes.

"as much as I love you guys, you have to go to classes and I too have to get ready so go bathe."

jay huffs, "fine. enjoy your breakfast and we'll see you during lunch." jay sits up and got off the bed. he leaves a peck on your forehead and goes over to bathe.

"baby, i want a kiss." jake pouts. sunghoon nods. he wanted a kiss too. they looked like puppies, you could almost imagine their tails wagging excitedly.

"fine fine." you leaned over and pecked jake's lips and then sunghoon's. "now go bathe, you stink."

"i am not stinky. it's just the smell of a man." sunghoon folds his arms.

"well, 'man smell' smells like shit. i won't kiss you anymore if you two don't bathe." both jake and sunghoon gasped. they got up from the bed, grabbing their towels.

"I'M BATHING FIRST!"

"NO I AM!"

they both had yelled. jay comes out of the main shower whilst drying off his hair with the towel. he suddenly gets shoved out of the way and the bathroom door slams shut. jay groans and rubs his arm.

"what did you tell them to make them so excited about bathing?" jay questions.

"i told them i won't kiss them anymore if they don't bathe."

jay hums, "luckily i bathed first." he pecks your lips. "my goddess, don't forget to eat, okay? i'll take my leave first since those fuckers are probably gonna take long in the shower."

"alright. take care, darling." he pecks your forehead and then grabs his bag before he left the house.

after 10-15 minutes, both jake and sunghoon left the bathroom. both of their hairs are still wet. they hand you a towel, looking right at you with puppy eyes.

"dry my hair!" they both say at the same time. they looked at each other and glared at one another. you had shook your head.

"come here, sit down on the bed the both of you." you had said. jake and sunghoon both settled on the bed. you had started to dry off sunghoon's hair first. he hums in content, his eyes shutting.

once you were done with sunghoon, you had pecked his cheek. "okay, done. now, go grab your bag and wait outside for jake." sunghoon hums and stands up, he leans down to peck your lips and turns back around to leave the room. you were left with drying off jake's hair. he looks at you with puppy eyes and you start drying off his hair.

"feels so nice to have a girlfriend to dry your hair for you."

"well, it would be nicer if you weren't almost late to class. i feel like a mom with her sons."

"well, you are mama-" he feels you pinch his cheek. "ow! that hurts."

"too bad. now, darling. i'm done, go be with hoon now." you had stopped drying off his hair. he combs his hair a little, making sure he looked fine in your mirror.

"yes, mamas. thanks." he pecks your lips and sits up from your bed. you could hear both jake and sunghoon rushing out of the house. you had assumed they saw the time and had ran out the house.

it almost felt too perfect, to be able to have 3 different boys as your boyfriend. a dream and something you enjoyed. you were forever thankful to be living with these 3.

you had looked up at the clock, your eyes widening a little. you were going to be late and hence you had quickly gotten ready for the day. the door shuts and off you were to continue the rest of your day.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Love Knows No Bounds

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2004

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has been in a secret relationship with you. When Steve wants to take your relationship public, you freak out and leave for college. Once you’re back in town, you want to work things out with him. Will he forgive you?

Warnings: Age gap, Reader is in late 20s & Steve is in 40s, Angst, Arguing, Dry Humping, Make up sex, P in V. 

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Dad’s Best Friend + Dry Humping. Card (KB010)

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Thank you to Jen @late-to-the-party-81 for my header.

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For years, you have been in love with your Dad’s best friend, and your family’s next-door neighbor, Steve Rogers. Having just graduated from college in May, you’d decided to come back home for the summer while you figured things out. However, as you travelled, sinking into the familiar comfort of your Dad’s truck, you couldn’t help but remember the last time you saw Steve, devastation plastered over his face.

That night, the pair of you had argued over what your plans were gonna be once you graduated. He wanted you to come home and move in with him, to finally come out and tell the world you were in love. The problem was that you weren’t sure if you were ready. Steve had been so upset by your indecision that he’d pushed for an answer. However, it had the effect of making you so mad that you’d threatened not to come back home. Then, before you’d let him get a word in, you stormed off. 

That had been a horrible way to leave things, and you wondered how were you supposed to fix things that seemed so broken? Especially considering that you’d been at college since January - a whole five months had passed with no contact between you.

It was nighttime by the time your dad arrived back at the house and pulled into the driveway. Grabbing your duffle bag and backpack, you got out and made your way to the front door.  A glance over to Steve’s house revealed him standing at a window, staring at you. Not knowing what to do, you waved, but he just walked away and disappeared into the house. Your fingers curled, and your arm lowered at your side. Great, so this is how it was going to be, you thought. 

Walking into the house, you headed upstairs to your room. It all looked the same as when you’d left. Placing your bags down, you considered unpacking, but instead decided that there was no time like the present to talk things out with Steve. You were both adults, and would be in close proximity for the next few months, so the sooner things were settled between you, the better. You looked in the mirror and decided you were just going to stay in your leggings and shirt.

Heading back down the stairs, you told your dad you were going for a walk, not even waiting to hear his reply. Walking next door, your stomach was in knots as you made your way to his front door; however, before you could even knock, the door swung open.

Steve filled the doorway and just stared at you, as if he didn't know what to say after you left him the way you did. It was clear that a part of him was still angry, but you hoped that a part of him had missed you too.

“What do you want, doll?”

Your hands started to fidget in front of your body, fingers twisting together, as you spoke. “Can we talk?”

“Now you want to talk? Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, sweeping it back off his forehead. “Fine. Get in here so no one gets nosy.” He stepped to the side to let you pass. You walked into his house, and he motioned you towards the living room as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with the place, its similarities to your own home’s open concept notwithstanding. You made your way to the couch and sat down, Steve taking the easy chair to your left.

 “What do you want to talk about? It’s been five months since you left me hanging without a single phone call or text.”

You took a deep breath to prepare for the fight that had been brewing for months.

“Steve, I want to apologize for how I left things between us at the beginning of the year. I was confused and scared.”

“No shit. But what exactly were you scared of? Me? Commitment? Both?.”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve never been scared of you. You’ve never frightened me in all the years we have known each other. And I’m not afraid of commitment either. I’m afraid of what my dad would say if he found out about us. He trusts you, Steve, like you’re family to him. This would break that trust and damage my relationship with him.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not dumb, doll, and I’d been figuring out a plan for months, but you never gave me a chance to explain. Do you know how badly you hurt me? I thought I lost you. Hell, I might’ve already.”

You started to tear up as you listened to him speak. You’d never intended to hurt him as badly as you did, and now he thought he’d lost you for good.

“All I wanted to do was take our relationship to the next step,” he continued. “But instead, you broke my heart. I don’t know how to fix this!”

You’d really screwed up and also had no idea how to fix it, either. But you were going to try anyway.

“Steve, I want to fix this. Tell me how, and I’ll work towards it.”

Steve got up from his seat and started to pace the living room.

“I don’t know if you can doll. I love you dearly, never stopped, but you really did a number on me.”

“Steve, I love you too. Always have and always will. Please, I'm begging for another chance.”

Tears started to gather in Steve's eyes, and he looked completely lost. Did he still long for you inside his heart? You waited, breath caught in your throat as he contemplated what he was going to do. Would he tell you to go, or would he give you another chance?

“You know, a part of me wants to call this quits. Move on and find a wife. The other part of me knows I won’t ever be as happy as when I’m with you. You complete me in every way imaginable.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again and pinning you with his ocean blue gaze. “I’m giving you another chance, but this time you have to talk things through. No shutting me out like you did before. Does that sound fair?”

Tears spill down your face as you start crying. “Yes, that’s fair.”

Steve sits down in his chair and holds his arms open for you. “Come here, love.”

You pushed off the couch, crossing the space between you, and straddled his legs as you sobbed into his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, doll. Everything is going to be okay now. Just wait and see.” His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Your crying slowed, and then stopped, as you nuzzled your face into Steve’s neck. Your lips start to press softly against his skin and you could feel his cock twitch beneath you. A moment later, Steve grabbed your hips and started to move them, making you grind against his muscular thigh. You let out a whimper as you began dry humping against his ever-growing bulge. The friction was increasing your arousal and a wet spot formed on your leggings. 

Steve kept making you grind against him, but when you were about to cum, so close your body was trembling, he suddenly stopped. You whine at the loss of the friction, and Steve chuckled.

“I don’t want you cumming in your leggings. Your pussy only cums around my cock.”

He lifted you with ease, and your legs wrapped around his waist. Steve carried you up the stairs and to his bedroom and when he placed you back on your feet, you both started to undress one another, clothes flying everywhere until you were both naked.

You crawled up the bed with Steve’s eyes following your every movement. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him and he finally moves to follow, climbing onto the foot of the bed and working his way up your body, kissing you all over. When he reached your face, he went back down again, kissing your breasts and the spot on your neck that always made you whimper. You knew he would love to take his time with you right now, he always did prefer it that way, but right now both your bodies are screaming with need. He grabbed his cock and slowly pumped it a few times and you couldn’t draw your eyes away as he rubbed his tip through your wet folds and finally sank home to where he was meant to be.

Steve leant on his arms as he drove his thick cock in and out of you. You groaned in pleasure as he pushed you higher and higher, back towards your orgasm. In and out, slow and steady, Steve made love to you. He dips his head, panting against your neck, now and again, kissing and sucking on that spot that drives you wild. Your legs are wrapped around his trim waist, anchoring you together even more, as he worked you over and over again.

Steve finally drove his cock into you for that one pivotal moment where you finally came around him, a long moan of his name on your lips. As your walls squeezed and spasm around Steve’s cock he slowed down for a moment before speeding back up and starting to fuck you into the mattress. Your fingers laced with his and he placed your hands by your head.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so good. I just want you in my bed. Every. Fucking. Night.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. In and out, harder and faster, he took you until finally, he came deep inside your pussy with a shout of your name. 

After a few heavy breaths, Steve pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a towel and cleaned gently between your legs before throwing the towel in a hamper. In a moment, he crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers over both of you. You turned to cuddle into his side, your head resting on his chest.

“Steve? What was the plan you had figured out for months that I didn’t listen to?

Steve chuckled for a minute before he could compose himself.

“I talked to your dad about us already,” he admitted.

“Wait, what?” You sat up and looked down at him, taken completely by surprise

“After you left, I wasn’t in a good headspace. So one night, I show up depressed and drunk at your dad’s house. He asks what’s wrong, and I say I’m in love with your daughter. That I wanted you back and I was going to marry you.”

“You want to marry me?” You gasped in shock. 

“I do, doll. Well, after I spilled my drunken heart out, your dad punched me in the face a few times. Told me he had a feeling something wasn’t right cause you kept going for walks every night. He even said he could see you light up every time I was around.”

“So what did my dad say after that?  Is he mad at us?”

“Your dad threatened to shoot me if I ever broke your heart. We didn’t talk for a few months, but by April we were hanging out again.”

“I’m surprised he’s okay with this. Us. Although, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because I’ve decided I wanted to move in with you. I’m going to find a job in town so we can be together.”

Steve rolled you onto your back and kissed you passionately. “Now that just made my day. I’m so happy you decided to choose me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Just the two of us.”

“Same Stevie. This is the start of a new chapter for us.”

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[amrluv]

LATE NIGHT BLUES —

ex!sophia laforteza x ex!fem!reader

— it'd been three months since you and sophia broke up. three whole months, yet here she was, showing up at your front door begging for your attention

genre. angst

cw. sophia's just a clingy ex, no comfort, mentions of cheating, not proofread

words. 0.9k

3:27 am—it was way too fucking early for someone to be at your door. but there it was, that ever so annoying knock at your front door.

realistically, you could ignore it. there was no way of seeing that you were awake; they'd never know you woke up. and anyways, who the hell knocks at someone's door at this hour? they surely couldn't have expected you to answer.

yet your body moved faster than your mind.

your feet padded on the hard floor, groaning at the feeling of your unstretched limbs. a deep exhale left your lips as the front door came into view, blocking whomever was on the opposite side.

when it came time to turn the handle, though, your hand froze. what if it was a kidnapper? what if it was just a waste of your time? maybe you should just go back to bed–

knock knock

and there it was—that fucking sound again. your body screamed 'danger' at you, feeling dread in your gut at the idea of opening the door. even with the warning signals blaring in your mind, you still opened the door.

sophia's eyes met yours instantly, her gloomy eyes lighting up for a split second before returning to their old state. her lip pouted slightly as if she was preparing a sob story in her mind. keys dangled loosely in her hands, ready to drop at any instant. she looked at you, quiet for a second, trying to search your eyes for anything. she was only able to find two emotions behind your eyes: surprise and regret. it made her throat go dry.

"i miss you." she forced a weak smile, trying to remain some control.

"sophia, it's, like, 3 am." you sighed, shaking your head. her smile fell for a second, heart dropping at your sudden dismissal.

"i know.. i just wanted to see you."

her eyes flickered in hope at your silence, holding her breath as she waited for your response. the wait was killing her—she needed to be near you again.

an angel must've heard her silent prayers because you moved out of the way, allowing her to step inside. she didn't miss a beat, quickly stepping inside of your home. she took in the familiar surroundings; letting the familiar scents flood through her. she felt lighter, like a weight was taken off her chest as soon as she was able to step into your space once again.

the door shut behind her, and she could faintly hear your footsteps next to her on the wood floors. her heart pounded in her chest, anticipating coursing through her veins. she wanted nothing more than to grab your face and kiss you, but she knew she couldn't. it was too fast—she might scare you away. still, the thought lingered in the depths of her mind.

"are you just here to tell me you miss me or is there something more?" you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. sophia finally looked at you again, gulping down her worries before speaking. "i wanna get back together."

that was enough to make you go silent.

you stared at her, blinking without a word. the defensive composure you built came tumbling down—replacing itself with sheer surprise. you two broke up only 3 months ago, yet somehow she was already begging for you back. it was baffling, truly baffling.

sophia watched you, lips curving into a subtle pout once again. "say something.. please.."

"i don't know what you want me to say, sophia." you spoke up. "you can't just come back in here and ask us to get back together. you don't get to do that."

"i know i fucked up, i know it. i shouldn't have kissed her, i know. but please, baby, i need you again." she was bordering on tears now. her voice shook with each word, turning herself into a pathetic mess. she babbled on, trying to prove herself worthy of your love again. "i've changed. i'm working on myself, please, i can't live without you anymore. it's eating me alive and-"

"you fucked up," you scoffed at her, "you don't get another chance. your first time was enough."

placing your hands on your hips, you prepared for the final blow to her breaking heart. "get out."

the dam broke. tears flooded from sophia's eyes, staining her cheeks in the process. she moved closer to you, trying to reach out and grab your hand. instead, she was met with you backing away, pulling your body away from hers. it only made it all worse for her.

she tried to again, tried to convince you to let her stay. you just told her the same thing, voice louder this time.

sophia looked at you like a kicked puppy, lip quivering. sulkingly, she moved towards your front door. she imagined this would end with you in her arms, kissing her and reassuring her that you do love her. in no way did she ever imagine she'd be turned away so quickly. she couldn't stop the ache in her heart—the hole that you left never quite being filled.

she knew deep down that she deserved this. she'd kissed another girl during your relationship—she deserved worse. but she couldn't stop the regret that filled her.

her hand froze over the handle, the urge to refuse to leave rising in her body. yet, she turned the knob, leaving your home with a heavy heart.

[mysterymachine67]

crowley brainrot 💔

just imagine, reader is a hunter and crowley has taken an obscure liking to reader. so much so that they started having sex. the more time passed, the more they got intimate. cut to crowley appearing in reader's motel room, pissed at him for ignoring the king of hell for weeks (busy, difficult hunt). reader gently coaxes poor lil touch starved, needy crowley and makes it up to him for the missed time with a lot of teasing and rough sex (just the way crowley likes it.)

PAIRING -> Crowley Macleod x M!reader

SUMMARY -> You and Crowley have grown close, way too close. Over the course of time it led it more intimate activities. But lately you’ve been speaking to him less. And with Crowley being Crowley, of course he’s going to make a big deal out of it.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

This was sm fun to write!

You had way too much of a close relationship with Crowley. With you being a hunter, and him being a demon—the King of Hell for fucks sake. Everybody knows how close you are to him. Sam and Dean absolutely hate it. But neither you nor Crowley seemed to care. Especially, Crowley.

Lately, you haven’t been speaking to him, nor have had any contact with him. It wasn’t your fault. You were to caught up in this god awful hunt that was taking you way too long. You’ve been too busy, and he hated the idea of you ‘ignoring’ him. So, he decided to come by and pay you a little visit. Which is what he should’ve done in the first place because what the fuck?

At the moment, you were stressed out, sitting at the beat up table with books, papers, you name it. Head in hand while looking over some of the text. Take-out was on the table too. A bag with balled up trash and a half full cup right next to you. You didn’t really care given the current situation you were in. Just as you went to turn the page, there was a shift in the air and a quick noise. Which caused you to react immediately and reach for your gun. Getting ready to get whatever was in your motel room. But it was just Crowley. The man who you’ve been ‘ignoring’ for days on end. You sighed, shoulders dropping while setting the gun back down. “Yes?” You spoke, tiredly. With this difficult of a hunt, it was really taking a toll on you.

Crowley was a bit taken aback. You’ve been no contact with him for weeks and that’s all you have to say? The hell?

“What have you been up to?” He asked, starting to walk around the room a bit.

“A hunt. A difficult one at that,” you retreated back to your seat. Sitting down and deciding to give yourself a break to watch him.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me? Some stupid little hunt is all that it takes for you to ghost me?”

“Crowley, y’know it’s not like that.” You pause. “If I had the chance to talk to you I would, but I’ve been busy.”

He takes a moment—collecting himself. “All you had to do was simply ask me for help!”

You really couldn’t deal with this right now. With Crowley and the hunt? You had stuff that you needed to do. But maybe you could make an exception. “I promise you, If I would’ve had the time on my hands to speak to you, I would’ve.” He shifted on his feet, trying to keep this pissed off, mean demeanor going. But it was a bit obvious it was failing. “How ‘bout I make it up to you?” You say as you started to get up and walk toward him. Stopping once you were just a few inches away.

“Deal.”

⟢

Clothes were being shed, tossed around the room while you guys made it to the bed. A problem for later. His lips were against yours, whenever you’d pull away to breathe you’d take his bottom lip with you. Letting it snap back to place when it reached its limit. Teeth were clanking together, hands were grabbing ‘n pulling at whatever they could, and you guys were practically breathing into each others mouths. Crowley leaned into your touches, wanting more and more. Was he going to voice that? Probably not. But did you notice? Of course.

“Thought you were angry at me? Or does that not matter right now?” You teased, lips hovering over his. Crowley grunted, avoiding your questions because he could. Deciding to kiss you in an attempt to silent you. You scoffed, tried too. Yet leaned in toward him.

A few minutes later you had him right where you wanted him. Tip pushed against his hole, hands at his waist, and his dick twitching. Minus him grumbling to himself. You didn’t use a lot of lube, or how much you were supposed to use. But Crowley didn’t care, if anything he loved it more. You pushed your hips forward, cock slowly sinking in. He clenched and let out a quiet grunt. But you told him to quit it and relax, which he ended up doing sooner or later. The burn and stretch hurt painfully good. He huffed and then let out a moan. Eyes shutting.

“Damnit..”

You barely heard it, considering he whispered it surprisingly quietly. “What? Can’t take some dick?”

“Shut up will you? Ruining the moment,” He grumbled, but you knew he didn’t mean it. You knew he loved it. Once you bottomed out you stayed still for just a moment before proceeding to pull out and fuck into him. Your pace was slow at first but then you sped up in a matter of minutes. Crowley grounded himself by holding onto the sheets. Almost never letting go. “Relax,” one of your hands started to rub at his thigh, in an attempt for him to let up and quit being stubborn. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

He grunted, hips involuntarily moving. Speaking of hips yours continued to push forward. Your cock getting hugged by his walls perfectly. You decided to be nice, have mercy on him. So your free hand wrapped around his leaking cock, and began pumping. The reaction you got out of Crowley was beautiful. Breath hitching, a moan soon drawing out, a curse under his breath, and him closing his eyes. Oh, were you going to fuck him so good. And he knew it. Knew it the moment he showed up to your motel room and made eye contact with his stressed out lover. Would lover even be the correct term? Who knew.

In a matter of minutes, you had him slowly unfolding. Dick twitching inside of him at the thought of, well, many things. Your angle changed when you gripped his thighs and held them up. A bonus being the sight of your cock disappearing inside of him. With the action, it caused Crowley to let out a quiet whimper. Yes, a whimper.

The King of Hell, a demon who’s tortured, been tortured, and put fear in others, at the palm of your hand. Already a somewhat, noisy mess because of you.

You could tell he was close. By the way he reacted and how he let out more breathy sounds. So you sped up your hand and deepened your thrusts. Getting him closer and closer. But when he was right there, you pulled away and slowed your thrusts. “Oh, you—“ he began. But you cut him off with a snap of your hips—cock going straight to his prostate. A very loud moan pulling from Crowley’s throat. Which you smiled to yourself. Your hand soon returned back to his cock, and your thrusts went back to what they were before. Fast, rough, ‘n deep. This was wrong. Probably not on Crowley’s part, but on yours. You were a hunter. Someone who gets rid of demons, vampires, things that go bump in the night. You were way too close to a demon—The King of Hell for better measure. Not that it made it any better. But with the way he moaned, clenched around your cock, and reacted to you, all those thoughts drifted away.

Your thumb swiped across his tip. Your goal being to provide more stimulation for your poor, needy partner. Letting out a groan your hips stuttered and you spilled inside of him without warning. Of course he let out some smart remark. Yet, you continued. Fucking your cock into him as if your life depended on it. And Crowley? Oh he was gone. Jaw hung open, back arched, and eyes shut. In a matter of seconds he came to—spurting white strips of cum onto his stomach and up. His face was scrunched up in a look of pleasure. Dick twitching and throbbing furiously. Your hand continued pumping his cock, it being a lot easier than before due to his cum. Crowley panted and huffed ‘n soon it became a bit too much for him. Hips attempting to draw back but got stopped due to the mattress. “Shit!”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. “What’s wrong, Crowley? Too much?” With your cock continuing to hammer into him, and your hand not letting up on his cock? Yes! But he refused to have you reel in his vulnerability.

“What? No! M’just fine.”

“Alright then..”

But after minutes into it, you noticed how squirmy he got. And how he often bit his lip to silence himself from making whatever noise that dared to be let out. Were you the type of person to let that go? No. So you did what you could to make him louder. To where he couldn’t rely on biting his lip to holding in his moans. Your hands gripped and grabbed at him all over. Pulling his hand away from his face, whispering praises into his ear then slowly replacing them with something degrading. Which made his overstimulated cock jump.

His hips would thrust up but then not even a few seconds later pull back against the mattress. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted more or less. Yet when he felt that familiar feeling he felt too long ago, he’s sure he knew what he wanted. “C’mon, c’mon.” He’d grumbled, while pushing his hips down to try and get more of your cock.

“Greedy thing, aren’t you?” You teased, laughing to yourself. You pulled out, tip catching at his rim before shoving yourself back in. Hearing a punched out moan in response. Deciding to help him a little you wrapped your hand around his cock yet again. Stroking and doing what you could to make him cum again. And when he did, he made it known. Whining, whimpering, you name it. All fell from his lips and into your ears. All for you to hear. His hips stuttered—not knowing what to do in the heat of the moment.

When the both of you calmed down, you finally spoke up. “Did you miss me?”

“Not at all. If anything I felt better than I ever did not speaking to you.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

Sure.

[rafesapple]

softened white lies-chapter 3

the start of more

you slip on a simple dress and then into your tights, as they glide over your thighs you finish it off with a pair of kitten heels. rafe was to take you to the country table this afternoon, though you just guessed his fathe….ward told him to. ever since that night, he didn’t interact if he had to, not even a text. you didn’t understand him, how were you both going adjust to married life. thank god your father wasn’t here to nitpick about your clothes.

once grabbing your purse you went downstairs, seeing your mother starting dinner. “what are you doing.” she looked up at you with a tight lip “i'm cooking dinner for your father. the maid is out today.” “oh.” you sit on the couch messing with your keychains then texting rafe “please act decently today, your father won’t be in the mood to hear about your…antics.” you stay silent as you continue typing

you: when will you be here.

after that it was silent as always, only your mother chopping up vegetables could be heard. Until the doorbell rang, you got up “i'm leaving..” you spoke quietly then walked over to the front door. You looked up at him as he stood now looking down at you. “ready?” he asked dryly. “mhm.”

when settling into the car your shoes gently tapped against the floorboards “why…” you muttered while looking at him, he looked at you for a second, his eyes drifting back to the road “why…what?” “why didn’t you answer my text…you haven’t texted me since that night…” “been busy.” your jaw clenches, he couldn’t have been that busy, that was like 4 weeks ago. Is this what you’d deal with once married? “hm.”

he cleared his throat speaking up, “let me ask. why’d you wear that.” you look at him with confused eyes, your eyebrows furrowing “what do you mean.” “nothing just most the girls they… never mind.” he hesitated, not wanting to cause an argument “no, what?” his hands gripped the wheel harder “i said never mind, alright?” he spoke bitterly, you scoff, sure you might not have done that with other people when they ticked you off. but you really couldn’t help it with him.

you stepped out of the car after the valet guy took the car, and you got distracted by the building. if you weren’t getting married you would’ve gone into architecture, it was so beautiful. you hear rafe calling your name, already ahead of you, you catch up to him as you both enter. once walking through out the country club a few older men recognized rafe. complementing him on his new pretty thing. thing? of course, they’d only refer to their wives as objects. not a person. is this what it will be like with him, you thought to yourself.

“sit down.” rafe called out as he found his friends or more so ‘acquaintances’ “i’d rather n-“ “sit down.” you lower yourself into the chair, watching and quietly listening to the conversation. you felt like a doll. or a puppet. always did as told. why could he talk with his friends but you had to just sit there, what was the point of even coming with him. “i'm going to the course with them. just stay here and watch.” he spoke as he grabbed his golf club. once his friends and him left you scoffed to yourself, hoping no one would hear.

after a while of watching them hit golf balls, you started getting hot and dehydrated you had gotten up, going to find something to drink. thank god there was a bar. you sat in a chair quietly waiting for a bartender. after ordering a man had sat down next to you, probably in his early thirties, didn’t bother you at first. though once he spoke up… fucking christ “hey, you cameron’s girl aint you?” you bit your lip, you hated being called that, you hated the arrangement “yeah um.” “why don’t i take you to one of the rooms on…the other floor, darling?” though before you could even speak, you felt a tight grip on your wrist.

you look over to your side seeing a sweating and pissed-off rafe “what the fuck are you doing.” he spoke pulling you roughly “let go- i hadn’t even got my drink-!” “doesn’t matter i’ll get you something else, who the hell was that. he was undressing you with his goddamn eyes.” “let go of me rafe.” “then tell me.” you look between your wrist and his face “he spoke to me first, i didn’t even want to talk to him.” he sighed letting his grip loosen, though still wrapped around your own “why didn’t you tell me, call me letting you know you’d be gone. huh?” “i was just dehydrated and hot. i wanted something,” you spoke quietly

driving back to tannyhill you got out slightly annoyed, but you just masked it. after all, you had to make plans and deal with other things for the wedding. as you both come in, sarah’s on the couch with some friend but rafe just tugs you along to the dining table. he leaves and comes back with a notebook and some paper. “what’s this for.” “it’s for our honeymoon. where are we going.” he asked sitting down on your left side. “huh?” “where do you want to go for our honeymoon.” “i know that…i just assumed my dad or yours would do that,” you spoke quietly messing with your fingers.

you hadn’t wanted to go anywhere specifically really. you liked staying at home.in your own bedroom. “i don’t know..bora bora? the maldives…”you muttered “do you even want to go anywhere for a honeymoon.” he got up scoffing “yeah i’m not doing this today..um ask ward to take you home.” what the hell, just because you didn’t know where you wanted to go he’s gonna blow you off. You follow him to his room “what’s wrong with you.” “you're so indecisive. can’t you just-“ you cut him off with a croaking voice "i don't know. i don't know what i want, i don't even know what i want in a marriage. i hadn't thought of it until this arrangement. i just...i need someone to decide for me. i can't know how i..." you pause looking up at him, though it just seems like there was a boredness in them. but that's where it started, even though it was little. you were too indecisive, you didn't know what you wanted.

so he'd decide for you.

[4drianaaaa]

"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader!

⚠️: thick tension, fluff, & alcohol

wrd count: 1.4k

part 2 | navi

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You and Hamzah have been talking a lot recently whenever Mandy would bring you over the office or her house and Hamzah happened to be there. You all really got along together and would laugh 24/7 with each other.

You began to love Toronto so much.

You were currently back from running some errands and buying some furniture for some empty spaces in your apartment.

You swung open the door of your apartment admiring how clean it was. You hung your purse onto your coat hanger as you took a sip of the Stanely you forgot on your kitchen counter. You walked to your living room as you shuffled your playlist on spotify. As you were about to get up you heard a notification come from your phone.

It was Hamzah.

4:45 pm:

you were definitely caught off guard. You don't remembered when he promised you to take you out but hey you weren't complaining. The guy you were developing a crush on was going to take you out to dinner. You decided to quickly hop in the shower preparing for tonight.

Music from your living room reached your bathroom as you began getting ready. You applied heavy makeup since It was already pretty dark out. You wondered where he was going to take you but where ever it was you'd rather be overdressed than under-dressed. You blow dried your hair just for something cute and simple slipping into a sparkly skin tight dress. You tied it from the back and paired it with a white coat, topping it off with black heels. You wore your gold bracelet with a gold necklace. You were nervous to say the least but you two have became so close so you decided not to really worry as much.

You sprayed your favorite perfume onto your neck and wrists as you took one last look into the mirror. He was gonna have his jaw on the floor.

"I'm outside, Want me to come get you?" he questioned through the phone as you swung your black purse over your shoulder, "No it's fine. I'll be there like in 1 minute." you said closing the door behind you locking it. "Okayyy" he said before hanging up.

He waited right in front of the elevator of the parking garage. Once he looked towards the elevator he saw you. His eyes widened. He's never seen you in anything this skin tight. Your legs being the perfect length, the dress right under your waist, and your perfect face. He gathered his thoughts before you opened the car door.

"Holy shit this is your car? I've never seen it until now!" You said looking at the interior behind you. "Ya' like it?" he smirked before driving out the parking garage, "It's so nice, yes I like it!" You said placing your purse on your lap. You looked at the beautiful night life of Toronto. The lights from the top of the building and the busy ambience.

"You look good by the way" he said placing both his hands on the wheel looking towards you and back at the street. "So do you" you said lowly as you noticed his all black outfit, something about him in an all black outfit made you go crazy. "Any guesses where we are going?" He questioned as he covered the GPS on the screen of his car. "I don't know any restaurants here Hamzah!" You smacked your lips as he pointed to a tall building. "Nobu!" he sang pointing to a tall building, You threw your hands over your mouth "Hamzah! That shit is about to be a fucking fortune!" You said shocked as he parked closest to the entrance, "Hey don't worry about it!" he said taking his seatbelt off. "I'll pay for my food" , "No, y/n I said It's on me!" He said more seriously as he placed his hand on your knee. This taped your mouth shut, why did you kind of like that?

You both made your way to your reserved table as you both sat down across from each other. His eyes were glued to yours. Since the night he met you he couldn't ever stop thinking about you. He's never seen anyone that gorgeous. As you talked about what you did all day today his eyes scanned at your glossed lips. His eyes trying not to trail down but he couldn't help it. The way your golden necklace hung between your tits. How it made his pants feel tighter and the air more warmer. "Wanna order any drinks?" he questioned passing you the alcohol menu clearing his throat, "I don't know. I think I'll just get a Martini." You said pointing at the tall glass on the plastic fancy menu. You noticed the way he was staring at you, "Eyes up here Hamzah!" you giggled as his eyes met yours. Fuck. He got caught. "Sorry..." he swallowed his thoughts.

The rest of the dinner went smooth. You and Hamzah were laughing all night. You felt yourself become a little tipsy after ordering another martini.

Hamzah slid his card into the waiters booklet as you felt super guilty. He didn't even let you look at the total price. "What's that look for?" He questioned, "We could have at least split!" You sighed as he took your hand from grabbing your purse shaking his head. "Y/n it's fine okay?" He stated as you interlocked your legs on one of his legs. "Thank you so much Hamzah.".

Soon the two of you stepped out of the restaurant and made your way to Hamzah's car. "Tired?" he questioned as you shook your head, "Not really, me being tipsy gets no sleep at all." You giggled "Wanna walk around the city then?" He asked before turning the car on. "Yes please!" You exclaimed "Yes Ma'am" he said stuffing his keys back into his pocket. You were now greeted with the lights of the city. You both walked down the busy city as you noticed a sign called 'Essex Street'. "Get me, Get me!" You walked towards the sign covering the 'Es'. You both laughed at the pictures as you kept walking through the city. After a solid hour and a half you both made it to Hamzah's car. You groaned due to your feet being so sore.

"tired now" he questioned as you sighed, "Very" you chuckled. You looked at Hamzah as his jawline was popped out. You couldn't help but to just stare. He wasn't even cute anymore. He was fine. The way his hands were gripped onto the steering wheel and one hand close to your purse. You felt yourself become hot.

"Can you walk?" He chuckled as you scoffed. "Yes I can Hamzah!" You opened the door of the car, closing it softly. "Miss you already!" He teased as you waved your hand before entering the elevator.

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adri’s note: omg i hate this so much but part 3 is gonna be published tmrw most def <33

[iidesxreii]

Fire, meet Medicine - E. Buckley

╔ Pairing: Evan Buckley x Plus Size!Black!Doctor!Reader

☆ Word Count: 3.2k

☆ Category: Fluff (near the end)/SMUT! (18+ YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED)

☆ Summary: You find yourself at a halloween party with one particular person fighting to get your attention. And when he does, all hell breaks loose.

☆ Content: First meet, makeout, SMUT!!!!

╚ A/N: Since my first fic did so well (in my opinion) I guess I'm gonna keep going with posting my drafts. I have about 4 drafts that can be tied into this so I'm going to call this a series and just go through with posting these on Wednesdays. I'll post regular fics on Saturdays instead. This is written with a plus size, black female character in mind. I don't see a lot of Black!reader fics let alone PlusSize!reader fics so I decided to make one for myself as it is my ethnicity. At some point it will be VERY known, but hopefully it doesn't bother any of you! ALSO!! I know my smut scenes suck, I'm trying and working on them to get better. If you have ANY tips, and I mean ANY, please send them in or message me about it so I can get better. Literally anything to make my fics better helps.

As always, even if you hate it, let me know. constructive criticism is always welcome when it comes to my writing.

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You check your outfit over once more before turning in the mirror and making sure your modesty is still intact. It was halloween and you were finishing up your outfit. Which consisted of a small green dress, some wings you found last minute and a whole lot of glitter. You flattened out your dress before grabbing the clutch you had packed before you started getting ready. It had all of the normal necessities. A card holder, keys, lip gloss, makeup wipe, compact mirror, a stain remover stick and a miniature deodorant. You grabbed your phone off the charger and checked the time. The party you were attending was across town and had started at 10. You on the other hand hadn’t gotten off your shift until 11 and rushed to get ready as quickly as possible. You knew the party wasn’t going to end soon since it was an LA party, but you still wanted some time to mingle about. 

You make your way down the stairs of your loft and into your living room area to check on your dog. Cerberus was fully capable of protecting the apartment while you were gone, but you always made sure to check on him before leaving. Your heels click against the hardwood as you walk over to your dog and rub your hand against his head. He makes a little sound which has you poking your bottom lip out. You almost cave in and say fuck the halloween party. You could have your own. You, Cerberus and a bucket of candy from the store. You sigh and shake your head before heading into the kitchen. You check his automatic bowls before peeking back at him in his bed. You blink a few times before making your way to the door and heading out, locking the door behind you.

You put in for a rideshare and make your way down to the lobby. The rideshare app dinged and you were donned with a wait time of 3 minutes. You shuffled a bit as you felt the eyes of your doorman on you. Connor was nice, you spoke to him every once in a while but not like you spoke to Fredrick. Frederick was your favorite, he treated you like his own daughter. Asking about your residence at the hospital and making sure you were taking care of yourself. You spoke to him every morning and you were sure you wouldn’t miss another chat tomorrow morning. Maybe you’d bring him a coffee. Before long your phone is pinging and letting you know your ride was outside. You make your way outside and get into the car. Immediately your trek starts and you’re on your way.

You walk into the house of your friend who was hosting the party and sca around for her. You wanted to say hi before heading anywhere else. The minute you walked through the door boys looked your way. Some approached but others just watched, you could feel their eyes digging into you. Before long you find your friend and give a hug before thanking her for the invite.

“You look so good! I’m so glad you could make it. Hopefully residency isn’t so bad?” Your friend, Emara, gave you a hug before looking you over once. Emara was your dorm mate in med school. You guys clicked almost immediately and clicked even better when she found out you were 2 years younger than the preconceived notion she had placed on you. She wasn’t aware she was bunking with a ‘literal genius’. Her words, not yours.

“It’s just as I expected! How is yours?” You look over her costume and smile. She was of course dressed as a sexy nurse. She was waiting for residency before she pulled out all the stops. She was waiting for the chance to actually drop the bomb that she was a doctor.

“Calmer than North Med! Enjoy the party and the hotties! We’ll have to catch up later on!” She turns and heads off into a crowd with a handful of shots in her hands. You turn towards the makeshift bar and pour yourself something to drink. You turn around and lean on it before noticing the lovely, and very hot, man dressed as Robin. He had his eyes on you, and you were attempting to ignore him. You turn away from him and make your way deeper into the crowd and away from his eyes. A good 15 minutes later you find yourself talking to a girl that was also a student at your med school. Though you had never formally met her, you were excited to talk to her. You had also managed to avoid the blonde haired boy pretty nicely. Ever since the encounter 15 minutes ago he’s been trying to get to you, but you wanted to play the long game first. 

You hadn’t let yourself experience a relationship in a while seeing as you were always busy with schooling, then med school came around, and then residency. You had no time for a relationship back then, or right now. But you could have fun in the meantime. You turned to the girl and said you were going to grab a drink and heeded off towards the counter. You stopped to grab another drink and managed to slip away to the backyard as you noticed the guy coming your way. You stayed hidden from him for a while before you caught him coming at me from a little ways away. You tried to hold back a smile before turning to him as he approached you. He stopped right next to you and made no effort to speak to you just yet. You sipped your drink and checked the time on your phone that you had pulled out of your clutch when you were getting that other girl’s number. 1:38. It wasn’t like you had work tomorrow, but you still wanted to be in bed by a certain time. 

“Are you playing a game with me?” The guy turned to you ever so slightly and you giggled into the cup that was at your lips. You peeked at him for a second before taking another sip of your drink and turning to him fully.

“It’s my first night out in like a couple months. I just wanted to have a little fun is all.” He drank the rest of his drink and he sat it down somewhere. He turned back to you and asked a question. 

“And why did you choose me to play it with?” You looked up into his eyes. He was taller than you expected and you kinda liked that. He had a birthmark above his eye, he smelled like alcohol and it was mixing with something so good. You couldn’t explain it. It smelled like something You needed in your apartment all the time. If you were being honest, you wanted him in your apartment all the time. The things you’d do if you had his scent near you all the time. Wait…no. 

“I dunno. You were cute. And you caught my eye.” He shook his head and let out a low chuckle. It riveted into your brain and straight through you. It was hot, fuck that, it was sexy. You loved the sound. And you wanted to hear it again and again and again.

“Ah. Cat and mouse. Which one am I?” You let out a giggle and shook your head. He had a point. But you weren’t sure which one he was. You bit your lip and scanned his body, you didn’t know if this was the alcohol talking or if you genuinely thought this, but why were you running from someone as sexy as him? Instead of running you should’ve been getting your payback for the last few months. You were in desperate need and you had finally found something that appealed to you as much as your vibrator did. 

“What’s your name?” was what came out of your mouth. You watched confusion pass by his face before his answer slipped out of his mouth with a quickness. 

“Buck.” You raised your eyebrows at that answer. Who names their kid Buck? But like he read your mind he continues. “It’s a nickname. I-it’s my last name. Evan Buckley…hence the Buck…” You shook your head and smiled as you extended your hand. You think it was the alcohol hitting. Whatever you mixed in those few cups were coming back to bite you in the ass.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you Buck…but I have a proposition.” He made a face and you assumed he was listening. You placed both hands onto his shoulder, and leaned up to his ear. You were close enough to whisper but not to get lip gloss on it. “I’m not going to lie, this could definitely be the alcohol talking but, I’ve never met someone who appealed to me as much as my vibrator did. And I’d kill to have her right now. So instead, how about we get one more cup of whatever it is they have in that kitchen, get shit faced and make our way to the bathroom. That way, I get what I've been needing for 9 months, and you can learn my last name.” You leaned back onto your feet and winked at him. He easily grabbed your hand and beelined his way to the kitchen area. You both grabbed a cup each, and downed it in that same second. Then you made a direct line for a bathroom. You both make it to a bathroom and the minute the door closes your back is pressed against the door with his hands running all over your body. His hands felt so good running over your body, everything felt surreal. This is exactly what you needed in your life. Or at least right now at this moment. 

He pulled away for a second and instead went into your neck. Sucking, licking, soft kisses, all of it was pushing you to the edge. His hands found your ass and gripped it tightly, which made you moan. In turn, you rake your hands down his back and he almost growls in your ear. He pulled away from your neck and quickly lifted you onto the bathroom counter. The feeling of the cold counter threw you off for a second making you gasp and arch your back. He took this as an opening and pushed his way in between your legs. He began rubbing your thigh with one hand and dipped his head back to meet your lips in a kiss. You felt him grind against you and your eyes almost rolled out of your head. There was a knock at the door and you both ignored it. You wanted this. You needed this. Nobody could stop you from going through with this right now. Then there was another knock. And another and another and another. It was constant at this point, and you knew it was only going to get worse. You pushed him back a bit before checking your phone. 2:10.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

By 2:27 Buck has you pushed up against his door and is trying to unlock it to no avail. You release him and he grumbles as you step to the side to allow him to unlock the door properly. You were sure that if he didn’t get the door unlocked he was going to have you in any way in the hallway of his apartment building. The lock clicks smoothly and Buck opens the door before bringing you in. Before you can get a look around you’re tugged into him and he’s picking you up with ease. Before you know it you’re being tossed onto a bed.

“Are you sure about this?” Buck is standing over you and your mind is anywhere but vanilla. You watch as he takes his shirt off and you almost pass out from how good he looks. Instead of marveling like you want to, you find his eyes again and smile.

“Thinking I’m going to change my mind Buckley?” You’re perched up on your elbows and Buck is eyeing you up from head to toe. You watch as his eyes darken and his pupils dilate before they find yours.

“I’m all about consent.” His smile is shit eating and you almost find it funny. He leans down and places both hands on the bottom of the bed. He’s leaned over almost primal looking. He’s cute, what else can he do?

“That’s hot.” you mean it towards him, but the consensual part is just as hot. You bite your bottom lip and motion for him to come to you. He crawls up the bed and you find it in you to take off the dress you’re wearing. As the dress passes your eyes you find Buck sitting back on his ankles undoing your heels. He takes one off, and then moves to the other. Your heels are soon discarded along with your dress and wings. His pants soon find a home on the floor with your costume and you both are back to kissing. His kisses trail down the valley of your breast, over your belly button and to the top of your underwear. He looks at you before watching for any type of wavering. When you nod he drags your underwear down and is faced with your soaking cunt. He all but groans as he licks a tender stirpe up your center. You shudder and reach for his hair. As you come in contact with his locks he dives into you licking recklessly. Sucking, licking, hot breaths passing your sensitive bud. Everything feels much better than you could’ve imagined. He hums something and your back arches. Your breathless moans push him over the edge and he finds every way to get you to react like that again. You feel the bud in your stomach growing and your grip on his hair gets tighter. He flattens his tongue against you and you immediately find release. 

He doesn’t let go though, he moves and inserts two fingers into you making your legs wrap tightly around his head. He takes this as something you liked and continues digging into you. He takes his time exploring the inside of you and your moans become a mix of heavy breaths and incoherent words. He finds that ever loving squishy spot and picks up his pace. Buck watches as you fight the inevitable, taking pride in the fact that he’s doing so well you think you have to hide anything that falls out of that pretty mouth of yours. You, on the other hand, have to stop the string of curses that threaten to fly out of your mouth. Buck finds your bud once more and expertly licks at it with his tongue. He starts slow, picks up space and then slows it down again. You arch your back and pull him into you more as you find release against his face once more. Your legs begin shaking and you’re reluctant to let go of his hair. He pulls your hand from his head and kisses the back of your hand.

He lifts his head from you and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean. A devious smile on his face as he moves up to find your lips. He captures them in a kiss and you immediately taste yourself on his lips. You didn’t know what about it had turned you on, but it made another pool between your legs. Buck pulls back with your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it just a bit. 

“Can you give me one more? You’re shaking and holding on pretty tight.” You nod your head and Buck bites his bottom lip before kissing you once more and heading back down. His fingers find that spot inside of you again and this time you hold nothing back. You let out every moan and whimper that graces your lips. It turns Buck on more as he finds your bud and licks at it relentlessly. From how good it felt you find yourself grinding into his face for more pressure. Buck tries to find release from his bed. He grinds his own hips into the bed as you moan from how good he’s making you feel. Your hips become sloppy and Buck knows you’re about to reach another release so he takes his free arm and wraps it around your hips. He locks you to the bed and continues his assault on your cunt. Within moments your moans become breathless gasps and Buck sits up to watch your face fully. Your eyes roll back and you cum but he doesn’t let up on his fingers and you find yourself squirting onto his chest. Buck in awe, cums in his underwear at the sight of you.

“Oh my god! I’m so sor-” you begin to panic. You had never experienced that in the many years you had been sexually active. No guy, or girl during your small phase, had ever made you feel like that. Buck immediately closes his eyes and you wish the bed would swallow you whole.

“No. No no no. Do not be sorry.” Buck gets off the bed and heads into the bathroom with a slight jog. You hear water running and then in seconds he’s back out and leaning over your trembling legs. “That was the hottest thing ever, oh my god.” His reassurance calms you almost immediately and you find it comforting that he wasn’t mad about it. He wipes at your legs and your core before making sure he’s got everything with another swipe of the towel. He immediately heads over to the dresser and digs into one of the drawers. He grabs a navy blue shirt and turns to head down the stairs. He comes back up and is holding sheets in his hand. You notice the wet spot, courtesy of you and a blush finds its way onto your cheeks. You grab the comforter and wrap yourself in it as Buck changes the sheets as fast as possible, then he turns to you with the shirt in hand and holds it out to you.

“I’m gonna go shower. Do you want to stay or do you want me to call an uber?” His voice is softer as you make your way back into the bed. He follows suit and places himself on the edge of the bed and his hand finds a place on your ankle. He’s rubbing soothing circles into it while your leg jerks ever so slightly.

“W-whatever you want…” You whisper it and Buck’s eyebrows crease. You had never been asked if you wanted to stay, let alone given something to sleep in. Buck smiles and his hand finds its way to your thigh and he pats it softly. He hands you the shirt before standing and heading towards the bathroom.

“It’s way too early to be kicking you out. I’ll drive you home tomorrow.” and with that he’s in the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and then slight humming. You place the shirt over your head before fixing the duvet over the entire bed and lying down. Before long his pillow lulls you to sleep.

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You should make a arlecchino x femreader series 😋 maybe an arranged marriage where shes doing it from tsaritsas orders and yn is doing it because uh family obligations? I dunno or just do a one shot fast forward they r already recently married not getting along?

Unraveling you at the sems

Genre : Haters to lovers

Summary : Your new Marriage with the Knave isn't going well, untill a certain invite that will put your world upside down reaches you.

Notes : It's four fucking am on this godforsaken planet, wife! Reader, Husband! Arlecchino, you don't really like eachother, it's like. Obligations? author gave her best, this is actually beta read, how do I tag, help me please, uncle Pierro lol, family issues

I don't think that this is what you wanted anon, but I hope that you still like it. Thank you for the request!

Word count : 3,298

Chapter 1/?

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Professional.

Is how you'd describe your Marriage to the Knave to anyone that would ask. Though you preffered to use the word 'Loveless' when no one could hear you. And to describe her? You clutched the needlepoint. One should not get you started. The songs of hate would pour out of you as if you were a robin in the morning hours, sitting on someones window sill. You pricked the needle back in, soon enough the picture would be finished. You chuckled, going over the 'No Bodies, no worries' stitching with your free hand.

The door opened. No knocking, no other warning. The Visitor was obvious.

"What is it?", you asked, crossing your legs, not stopping your very important task. You had been 'allowed' to stay in Sneznaya, aslong as you would mind the business with the Orphanage, which you had no problem with, you had something against Arlecchino and not the Children after all. They were quite adorable, actually.

"We were invited by the Tsaritsa.", you saw the piece of paper between two of her fingers and crocked a brow. She handed it to you.

You groaned as you read the first sentence.

Lord Arlecchino & Lady... ok, it could've been worse. They could have called you her wife. You are hereby formally invited to the annual Winter Ball. Due to status, your presence will be required.

Formal Attire is a must.

You can see the schedule on the back.

We will be happy to expect you this Friday in the Zapolyarny Palace.

You held the needle as if it was a knife, ready to plunge it into her eyes-

You notice her gaze, stood up, but you didn't let go of it. You remembered the ball from when you were younger, you've always loved going.

"I don't wish to go."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Then I will drag you along.", she took a big step forward, coming nose to nose with you. "Our presence is required, you know that. You can read.", she tapped the required on the letter.

"I'm not saying that I am not gonna go, I'm saying that I do not wish to go. You know the difference, you're not deaf.", you watched her eyes sligthly darken.

She leaned further in, which made you instinctly lean back, but she resorted to towering over you untill you fell back onto the chair. "We talked about your mouth work before."

You blushed and instinctively looked away. "Talking is far fetched..." you mumble, feeling her hands all over you once again. This arrangement has been going on for about half a year, half a year of not flirting with many just because they were to afraid of your Husband. So who could blame you if you fell into her arms every now and then? You are just a woman, after all. "I just returned the insult.", you hissed, looking half back at her. She didn't seem truly mad, if she was, her pupils would glow. You've seen it before. It was rather...you didn't want to think about it.

She closed her eyes and sighed. The sound of her fingernails tapping against leather sounded to your ears for a few seconds before she removed them, standing back, fully composed. You smirked, as always when she got mad. Atleast you've figured out how to push her buttons, or else this would get boring real fast.

"I will come late to the event. I have business to attend to that day, but I expect you'll wait for me in the Foyer."

Great, you'd bore yourself to death. Again. Unless you took a book with you, sneak one from her office and not return it. Preferably one she was reading rigth now. That would annoy her.

"Don't."

You crock a brow, still grinning. "What?"

She looked at the various points in your face. Which made you fix it quickly. Had your expression told her too much? "Just don't.", she squinted, before turning back to the door, half waving at you, as if she was dismissing you. "I will take my leave now, go back to what you were doing before."

"I was planning on that anyways...", you mumbled, waiting untill she closed the door fully...only to scramble to your desk, taking paper and a quill to write.

You'd have to write a great deal.

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"That was quite the change of scenery, in such a short time too.", the maid said as she buttoned your dress up.

"I wrote to my uncle, he said it was a communication issue.", she handed you a pair of gloves. "I was quite confused when I continued to think about it, since he and even my husband have told me that there are renovations going on in the grand hall." The Knave probably thougth that they had fixed it by now. But they have not. Maybe it was because of all the weird incidents that have accured during the build.

She nodded along, taking a mask fitting to your dress from one of the drawers. "I heard they had to unrequest people."

"It is better this way.", you tell her, pocketing it. "It was a more private event when I was younger anyways.", you thougth carefully about your next words, running them through your mind once or twice, turning to her "So, you can imagine that I am in favor of less people.", but she was to busy marveling at your pockets to listen. It made you chuckle. "Amazing, aren't they?"

"The mask just evaporated!"

You pulled out a whole book -the one you've stolen from the Knaves desk- and watched her gape. "My parents teached me how to sew them in.", you smiled, putting it back, between some other knick knacks. "They are quite practical."

You turned back to look at yourself in the mirror, your hair and make up sat perfectly, complementing your features and dress. "Your work is flawless, as always.", you compliment, spinning, only to notice how stiff she was standing all of a sudden. You groaned, looking at the door, already knowing who it was.

"I thougth you said you'd join me later."

"I wanted to see how you look in the dress. See if what I will wear is truly going to match."

You huffed, pinching the space between your brows. How corny.

"It's etiquette, you know that, doesn't matter if you like it or not. You have to do it."

"I'm not saying I'm not gonna do it, I'm just saying that I won't like doing it.", you huff, lifting your chin up, refusing to look at her. She paroted your huff.

"I'm sure you won't love it.", the door sqeaked "I'll see you in a bit.", she mumbled after a few seconds. Then it shut. And your maid chuckled. Fucking chuckled.

"You truly are newlyweds", she helped you down from the podest. ", I remember when I and my spouse still had that much tension."

"I want to stab her sometimes."

She chuckled. "Oh, I said the same."

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The carriage ride had been shorter than if you would've gone to the Zapolyarny Palace. The castle you would go to as a replacement was also 'shorter' though it was still owned by her royal highness, of course, it was just a bit further down, sligthly hidden in the woods. More secretive. You sighed, leaning back.

It was better this way. Maybe your family wouldn't come. You chuckled at the thougth, holding your legs close, rolling yourself up into a ball, ever since your father died five months ago...it hasn't been easy. It was a must for your uncle to be there, but... he was pretty cool. He didn't pressure you, or he just wasn't that obvious. He knew you needed your time.

The carriage stopped out of the blue. You sat straigth up as if pricked by a needle, lifting the small curtain. There it was. You gulped. It had all been planned to the dot, your uncle had been quite annoyed by the fact that you didn't ask him about it sooner, but he wasn't mad, and atlast, had the proper schedule send to you just last evening.

Another tick of yours. It calmed you to know the schedule.

"My Lady, we've arrived.", the cold poured inward as the carriage driver opened the door and you shivered sligthly, before taking his warm hand. You thanked him, waving as he drove off, to then lift your dress and climb the stairs. Considering all the people around, it seemed you have come a bit earlier than expected. The man at the front crossed your name from his list. There were just about fifteen gone. You tch'd, maybe she'd come just on time.

"Where's the Knave?", he asked.

"Hom- at the mansion still. She will come after...in about half an hour."

He nodded, crossing her out, no line like yours, but a cross. You crocked a brow, but shrugged it off and went inside. Only to hear the room quiet down. Your family was gathered on the couches. Your sister, your old mother and her brother, as for some others. He wasn't the uncle you adored. He was the bad uncle, as you'd like to call him. Looking around, you didn't see anyone you knew, which meant that it was hard to avoid them, esspecially when your sister beckond you by lightly patting the place next to her. This would be a...conversation. They were silent as you settled down, their gazes on you, expecting you to speak first.

"It's not that easy-"

"It's been six months.", your uncle interrupted you. "It didn't take me that long."

His daugther sighed, stroking her pregnant stomach, she was dressed in a sad black. "None of us."

You clutched onto your pocket, the book.

"You care to much for her. It could be so easy.", your uncle said, shaking his head. His daugther copied him like a puppet.

Your mother coughed.

"I do not. And even if, it would have nothing to do with that. It also is not my fault that father died less than a year ago. I was in mourning. What do you suppose I do just-"

"Yes.", he said and a part of you broke. "Also quiet down, there are people around."

You stood up from your seat, nearly pushing it back. "You brougth it up!"

"You have to think of our mother.", your sister finally spoke up, taking your hand. Her voice was unusually soft, her touch also. You breathed in and sat back down. Your eyes slowly diverted towards the old woman, the small child at her side. She giggled as it told her something. An uncommon sound these days. "Think of our family.", she mumbled and everyone looked at you expectantly. You wanted to dissapear into the ground. Evaporate. Maybe die a bit, your hands grabbed along your pockets, smothing out folds and you felt the letter opener you used as a bookmark through it. Your family would call you insane, but they all had nice paper ones. Weird people. Best description for your family. Weird.

Then the whole room fell silent. Truly silent. You sighed, knowing why, knowing why they broke out into whispers shortly after. They could still recognize her, despite the mask she was most likely wearing. "Go to your husband.", your sister breathed. You turned away from them withouth another word, having to face someone worse now.

"Your family? They weren't cut?", she extended a polite arm towards you, lowered it however when you stepped away.

"No. Courtesy of my uncle. My other uncle will go with the children however, or take care of them. What do I know..."

She nodded, her arms crossed, looking out of a window, seemingly more interested in it than being in a conversation with you. You huffed. "Seems weird that he came along then. Has he missed you so terribly?"

"He likes pressuring me..." you whispered, taking your mask out of your pocket. It sat perfectly, though it didn't match hers. Hers, with its intricate design of red, gold and black diamonds.

She side eyed you "About what?"

"Nothing that concerns you.", you spat. She shock her head, then went back to her very interesting window.

"We should go in.", she stated after a while.

You crock a brow. "Doesn't it go after a certain order anymore?"

She interlocked your arms withouth a warning and without answering your question. It made you squeel, stumble over your own feet. Oh how you wanted to insult her, but it'd be stupid in front of all these people. "There'll be more people in there..." she mumbled, rather to herself.

You knew that, but to you, avoiding them took presidence. This did not matter to her, of course, you did not matter to her. And this was for the best. You were standing in front of the big door, which was slowly parting before you now. A sliver of ligth washed over the both of you, bathing you in white ligth.

"Tell me whenever you need a break.", she sighed. You pulled sligthly away as you were introduced to the room of people.

It left her to suck in a sharp breath. "Could you please leave your stubborn attitude at home and behave for five minutes? You make us and your family look bad."

It stung. The same way as your uncles words did and you were taken back to that talk, their accusing words and those sharp gazes. She eyed at your face, your gaze which was on the stairs, those red lips you were biting. An unreadable expression crossed her face as you mumbled a soft

"Okay..."

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The evening went by as fast as your heart was beating. First slow and steady, then fast and irregular. You blamed it on the people and on the overall passing of time. Going home would help. Letting yourself go would help. Finally giving your family what they want would help. You cursed them and your family obligations as you stood in front of your uncle. The good one.

"May I kidnap your wife for a dance, Knave?"

You shock up from your daydreams, watching her shrug. "She was your niece first.", her nonchalant expression changed not one bit. So she really did not care. You huffed, taking the hand of your uncle as he carefully placed one at your waist.

"If you're here to pressure me, I'm afraid I'll have to scream into your ear Uncle Pierro."

He smiled. "No, I think your uncle has already talked to you."

"Ah, that man sucks me dry whenever I

look at him. I strongly believe his existence was solely created just to annoy me!"

He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. Then he spun you to the sudden pitch in music. "Yeah, I thougth the same when I saw him for the first time.", he just pulled you in again, watching the woman on his rigth spin further to her left. The dance repeated. "But you are well? You have all you need?", you think back to your pockets, a book, a book mark, the letter of how the evening would go, other knick knacks.

"To finish this evening? Yes."

He chuckled, kissing the crown of your head. "That's a good woman. Always has the rigth attitude and the perfect timing."

Your shoulders dropped, relieved. "Thank you, uncle."

The dance finished with a last high note, leaving you to step away to courtesy, or in his case, to bow. He gave you a quick nod to the clock. Your eyes went straigth towards it. A quarter before ten. You sighed and a smile formed on your lips. Soon, it would all be over and you could go home to cuddle with your husband, she'd let you into her room for a reason you couldn't get behind and- you shook your head. No. What were you thinking? About this stupid, stupid person. You were stupid. You huffed, turning towards the devil who...had her eyes glued on you, similar to a hawk. Even her eyes were squeezed. A shiver went down your spine. But she didn't scare you. You moved towards her.

"I'll go to the toilet."

"I'll wait.", she simply stated, not moving her eyes an inch from you as you slowly moved out of her vision.

You fell onto the wall rigth when you were after the corner, the sound of the people was densed by the door, though not completely gone. You slipped down the wall, breathing in and out, to then cover your ears. It would all be well, you told yourself. It would all be ok.

Something boomed in the grand hall, you hid behind a pillar and ripped your eyes open along with the door. Peoples screams sounded in your covered ears, together with a constant ringing. "Fuck. Shit.", you cursed, trying to catch your breath as you were trembling. Of course this kind of thing was happening while you were the one so close to it that it would damage your ears. Your pupils looked for any opening, away from the noise, the people and you ended up running towards the big new hole in the wall, despite your trembling, despite your mind telling you to look for your family. The gardens were fine. They were perfect. Like it stood in the rules. Go to the gardens first. You thougth this was a good plan. It didn't take long for you to find a good place, behind a hedge. This was safe no one would see. It was perfect. Your heart was exploding and you still felt the need to run. Despite there being nothing to run from. You took a long breath, held it as you went through your pockets. Most things were still there. Perfect, you had lost nothing important at the impact. But a candy bar, you'd yearn for it at a later point. When you breathed back out, you leaned back against the hedge. Ok. It was good for now, your uncle would come for you. Arlecchino too. You sighed, to then hear their voices. You held your breath again.

"...I just saw her running into this direction.", he said.

The Knave huffed. "I saw her going rigth, you try it, I'll stay here."

Your breathing shortened, concentrated, regular. Perfect.

"Your rigth, maybe she'll come back, or others will get here, take care Knave, I'll see you."

She huffed and you saw his coat, swaying behind him as he went away. You were alone, clutching your book, holding it close as you peaked at the Knave, focused on the fire pot, the flame. You hid back behind the hedge. Your blood was still pumping with adrenaline and your shaking hands fumbled out the 'letter opener' from in-between the pages. You unsheated it, heaving yourself up. You revealed yourself to the ligth of the flame, to which her gaze was set towards. Your footsteps were quiet, like those of a mouse. Then you lifted your arms, clutching the dagger, ready to plunge it into her back and throw her into the bowl.

What was that they say? No body, no worries?

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Take me to chapter 2

[aboutchriss]

NEW YEARS EVE

Pairing: BangChan X fem! Reader

Genre: ex to ???, smut i think

warnings: make out session, mention of: oral sex (f receiving), p in v, no protection (WEAR THEM!!!), creampie. let me know if I missed something.

Author note: You can clearly tell that this has been in my draft for a long time, I'm sorry!! I'm trying to get rid of all the drafts because I'm planning on writing a whole series 👀, I'll write and correct all the draft that i have and then I'll start writing the big project, meanwhile i'm dealing with some physical health problems (nothing to worry about), uni (i have nine exams to do), and my uni internship...so be patient...I love you...see ya🤠

💌 Remember! English it's not my first language, please be gentle with me! let me know if there's any mistake(s) 💌

"Let's raise a toast to the new year. In a couple of hours, a new year will begin. I hope you'll have the best new year ever, full of adventures, new friends, love, and a lot of sex—Chan glances at you. Let's eat and drink and...PARTY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!"

"Cheers!"

Your whole group of friends says together glasses of prosecco are all around the table, except for Mimi (just because she's pregnant).  you sit next to her, looking at her belly 

"Can I?" you ask before touching her belly, caressing it gently.

"What are you wishing for?" She asks, it's an inside joke, both of you believe that if you rub the belly it will bring good luck (it does!! Last time that you did it you passed the interview for your job).

"I need this to be over as soon as possible" you say touching her belly 

"Liar"  she says placing her hand on yours

"Why?"

"I saw how you looked at him" she says 

"what? He looked at me first!" you say justifying yourself

"what's going on between you two?" she asks looking at you 

"gurl..." you say 

"GURL? you think I'm dumb?" she asks 

"nono...it's just that...umh" you look down 

"oh girl what did you do?" she looks at you 

"ikissedhimlastmonthandnowicantstopthinkingaboutit"

"YOU WHAT?" she yells, the whole room looking at both of you

"Mimi..." 

"y/n say it out loud...I dare you" she says 

"I kissed him last month...or he kissed me...I don't know...and now I can't stop thinking about it...we met for a drink...because we're still friends even if we broke up...but umh...we got drunk and we ended up at his house... everything started in the Uber basically-"

"OKAY, slow down...I need something sweet to drink and some grapes"

You gather everything that the pregnant lady asked for, sit next to her, and start to tell her about what happened

“So it all started when I texted him, it’s not the first time that we've gone out after our break up, we're still friends so it's not that weird"

you show her the messages 

"Okay, go on"

she says stuffing her mouth with grapes  you sigh 

-

I got ready, even if I was late I wanted to be cute, NOT for him, but because I wanted to feel good after a long day of work, so I curled my hair and put a cute sundress on -even if it was a night date- and well...I shaved...my legs were HAIRY OKAY? and I put on a cute set of underwear because even though I was with my ex I thought that maybe I could, you know, fuck a stranger a relief some stress.

"strike number one, you don't fuck strangers, you need some kind of bond with the person that you want to fuck or you just can't..do it" she says chewing on grapes 

"I don't slap you just because you're pregnant"

"Whatever...keep going" she says moving her hands toward you 

as always I was late, but of course, he didn't complain i got into the car, he said that I was beautiful and he had that look in his eyes

"what look?" she asks

"the look that a man has when he wants to eat you alive or kill you"

"oh 

oh"

anyway, once we got to the bar he sits beside me and we start talking and shit, you know the usual, nothing more, nothing less.

After a couple of drinks a man, a hot one, approached me, he was talking about his work or something like that, I don't know I was drinking my second gin tonic, so at that point, I was tipsy...Chan was talking to a girl but when he saw that the hot dude hitting on me, he scared him away, after he stayed with me the whole night.

At three a.m or something he called an Uber, both of us were drunk as shit, and for some reason he only gave his address to the driver, during the ride he was still staring at me, with that look, the look that he had at the beginning of the night so I said 

"the fuck you're looking at?"

and he said 

"you"

nothing more, nothing less just 'you', at this point, he was getting closer, and his thigh was touching mine so I innocently placed a hand on it...and he said 

"you're playing with fire, meatball"

"HE CALLED YOU MEATBALL?" Mimi yells 

"shhhhhh, yes he did call me meatball"

"Isn't it the pet name that he used to call you when you were together?" you nod

"keep going this is getting interesting" she says sipping on her juice 

"do you think that it's safe for the child hearing about her aunt fucking her ex?" you say censoring the swear word for the sake of the baby in the belly

"the 'ex' is her uncle, so yeah don't worry, I wanna hear the spicy details, keep going bestie"

"where was I?"

oh, yeah he said

"you're playing with fire meatball"

and I was too stunned to speak for the alcohol or maybe because I missed that pet name, anyway we stared at each other for I don't know how long, and eventually we made it to his place. his arm was on the small of my back, guiding me because I was stumbling, he guided me into the elevator and pressed the 10th-floor -which it's his floor- I was leaning against the wall of the elevator and he was in front of me and AGAIN he was staring at me, this time he was staring at my lips, and- and I was blocked between him and the wall and i...kissed him

"YOU KISSED HIM?" your best friend yells

"let me finish, it's only the beginning" you say 

"Oh, what did you do?"

I was saying I kissed him and he fucking kissed me back and it was one of those kisses that makes you feel like you're in between hell and heaven, I felt alive again after months...he picked me up, and I locked my legs around his hips and I felt it

"GURL"

he walked out of the elevator while I was still between his arms and he never stopped kissing me, which by the way was heating minute after minute, he put the code on his door, got into his apartment, and pushed me against the door, it was a whole new experience because when we were together he never kissed me like that, he did but this time felt different. I started undoing...the button on his shirt and he gave me the 'this is wrong what are you doing?' look. We moved onto his couch, he was between my thighs, he took off his shirt and-

you cover your face feeling the heat on your cheeks with your hands 

"y/n don't tell me that..." she says, you nod and she has the nerve to slap your arm 

"bitch what the hell?" you say massaging your arm

"you fucked him" she said 

you shrug "I think that we both needed it"

"and I need the details, you were to the point where he was taking off his shirt"

at this point, he was bare chest, and I was almost foaming from my mouth, he got bigger, and touching him was like...being home after a long time, his hands were working on the zip of my sundress, and at one point between a kiss and some shy laughs he took the dress off of me, and his jaw dropped because - I didn't mention earlier but- the set of underwear that I was wearing was his favorite

"you did it on purpose didn't you?" she asks eating the last grape of her little bowl

"I mean, it was just a pure coincidence -you get up grabbing another bowl of grapes- I promise I wasn't planning on fucking my ex!"

I asked 

"Is this fine with you?"

He gave me a nod, grabbed me between his arms again, and walked towards his room, leaving our clothes behind, he laid me on his bed and the vanilla scent of his room made my brain short-circuit, or maybe my brain stop working because he was kissing my inner thigh and he knew what he was doing because receiving oral is my favorite thing ever, he started to...doing his job down there -he didn't even bother to take off the thong, he just put it to the side- and...he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life...maybe because of the built-up or I don't know maybe because it was him doing it...after that I kissed him. 

"you kissed him after he ate you out?"  she asks 

"yeah? you don't do this kinda thing with Changbin?" you grab one of the grapes and put it in your mouth 

"We never tried..."

"gurl you're pregnant" you point out

"I mean that we never asked each other if we're into kissing each other after heads...and don't try changing the topic...keep going"

he kissed me and for a moment I thought that was it, because he was laying with his head on my boobs, and my hand was between his curls and it felt so normal that I wanted to slap myself. At some point, I felt guilty because I knew that he was still hard...I was feeling it against my thighs so I said 

"you're gonna get blue balls, let me help you"

I had the nerve to giggle, and we started to fight about his thing, I ended up being on top of him...he was still wearing his jeans, and he was so hard that I bet that it was hurting him so I took off his pants, and i-am...fucked him, slowly, like painfully, I felt out of shape, it felt like our first time...he sat up while he was still on me, took off my bra -that I was still wearing- and started to kiss my breasts, he was so gentle that I don't know, I had the feeling that he was scared to hurt me, he made us turn and he was on top, he sped up and asked.

"Are you still on the pill?" I nodded and he said

"use your words, baby, please I need to hear you say them"

"yes, I'm still...on the pill...you can...you can cum in me"  he lost it, he started to thrust harder and at the end we both came but he came into me

"you're telling me that he-"

"yes"

"and that you-"

"yes"

"He has a breeding kink?" she asks 

"I said yes Mimi"

"wow, I didn't expect this" she says 

"yeah, I fucked up pretty well because after what we did I fell asleep in his arms, and we were naked, the morning after...we took a shower together and made breakfast for the both of us"

"WOW"

"Yeah..." you say

"Mimi..." 

"AAAAH! CHAN WHAT THE FUCK YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, YOU CAN'T SCARE A PREGNANT WOMAN, OH MY GOD I'M THROWING UP ALL THE GRAPES THAT I ATE"

you start to laugh 

"I'm sorry -he gently rubs her belly- didn't want to scare my little niece"

"what do you want?" she asks

"her -he points at you- I wanna dance with her"

"ah take her, she's boring" she moves her hands 

"Mimi, what the fuck?" she giggles and waves at you as he grabs your hands to guide you to the center of the room where other people are dancing 

"what are you doing?" you ask as he pulls you against him to dance slowly

"I just wanted to...dance with you" he says putting his hand on the small of your back, maybe a little lower

"you wanted to dance with me? or...-you lower your voice- you wanted help with the thing between your legs?"

"well- i- you- i wanted- you..." he says blushing, even his ears getting pink

"you wanted help?" he nods shily 

"care to explain why you're hard?" you whisper to his red ear 

"your fault"

"my fault?"

"you have fucking thigh highs, heels, a skirt, and a shirt meatball, that's a combo killer to me and you know it" you laugh

"combo killer?" you ask 

"I'm dying right here" he put his head on your shoulder, his breath against your neck 

"ask it, Christopher, use your words"

"Can you help me? please" he says against your neck

"you're so desperate that you're begging?" he nods

"a quickie it's fine to you?" you ask 

"fuck yes, but the high thighs and the heels stay on" he says grabbing your hand 

"Is there a place where we can have some private time?" he asks 

"Upstairs, just don't make it obvious" you say

"Okay" he says, he quickly lifts you on his shoulder and walks upstairs

"I said don't make it obvious" you laugh 

"It wasn't that obvious"

"no?" you say 

"then why did Mimi drop her grapes?"

"maybe our niece kicked her guts" he says putting you down, pushing against the closet door 

"our?" you echo

"our niece, yeah. there's no way I'm letting you go after this and after last time" he says, his forehead against yours

"Chris?"

"yeah?"

"less talking" you kiss him

"yes ma'am" he says pushing you inside the closet

"we said a quickie, no more than 20 minutes"

"I think that I'll fuck you into the new year"

"what do you mean?" you ask

"3...2...1...happy new year meatball" he kisses your lips 

"Happy New Year pretty boy" you kiss him back 

[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! alien dad

--

Getting literally beamed up by a UFO wasn't how you expected to be spending your weekend. Even less so locked up in some alien cage, presented in what seems like an alien auction. You were sat next to other creatures that were also scared for their lives. Safe to say you were terrified too, curling up in yourself, trying to disappear from the prying eyes of the aliens.

Arkuma felt disgusted. Auction houses irked him to no end, he never really understood why anyone would want to own another creature. But curiosity had its claws in him as he heard of a human being sold here, a rare find as most of these kidnappers could ever keep one alive long enough for them to even put them up for sale.

The unethical practices being one of the other reasons why he hated being in these spaces. Mistreating every single one of the poor creatures that stumbled into their cages.

Oh, his heart soared as his eyes landed on you, your trembling scared little self. To tell the truth, Arkuma has always had a fascination for humans, the primitive species that most other races viewed as pests due to their...unfortunate features. Squishy and small, humans were weak.

But to him, your kind was adorable. Compared to him, you were so small and innocent. Something he needed in his life.

"Well this is a first." A familiar voice, he rolled his eyes and looked down. "Goody two shoes in this establishment? Color me surprised." His old friend, Nivrill.

"Can I help you." He kept his tone curt as he sat down, the auction had started. To his chagrin, Nivrill had decided to get comfortable in the seat next to him. The dark purple being crossed his arms in front of him and let his second set of arms rest on the back of Arkuma's chair.

"You know, in a place like this, you shouldn't make it so obvious that you have your eyes set on somethin'. It'll get bought up real quick."

"Was that a threat?" He replies, eyes never once moving from your form. Nivrill chuckles and shrugs. "Just advice for a good friend. Many mongrels here have their eye on the lil' human, heard some consider them a delicacy."

It took everything in him not to react to that. He balled his fists, his claws digging into his palm as he contained his anger. He had to focus on getting you out of here, nothing else.

"Get ready everybody, the auction's starting!" The auctioneer's voice crackled over the speaker, the crowds conversations quietened as they got ready to bid.

Fuck. You noticed a particularly tall alien had been staring directly at you for what felt like hours, it was so much more taller than most of the aliens in the room and more physically imposing. Of course it had its eyes on you, you shrunk back. Alien language filled the room and you watched as they raised their signs.

The bidding had begun.

As time passed and one by one the different creatures on sale started to disappear, it was finally your turn. It was as if the room had suddenly gone cold as the auctioneer moved towards your cage. You flinched as he tapped the top of your cage. Shit, you watched as multiple signs were raised. You didn't need to understand the language to realize that you were somewhat popular amongst them.

Ego boost? Maybe, all you could feel was fear as you eyed every single one of them. You were being sold off like a pet.

"Wow, seems like this specimen is selling for very high! Let's keep going shall we?" The auctioneer exclaims as he continues to call out higher prices.

Arkuma wasn't risking anything. Currently, he was the highest bidder, continuously outbidding every single bidder in the room. He didn't care how high it went, he needed you in his arms. The more you sniffled and curled up in yourself the more his heart ached.

"300,000 units! Going once, going twice," The auctioneer held out for a few moments, watching as less and less signs went up and the disappointed glances that replaced the previously hungry ones before. "Alrighty then, sold to the fella sitting in the back!"

He points to Arkuma and he sighs in relief. Expensive, but worth it. You were now his and he was going to take such good care of you.

--

Your heart drops to your stomach as your cage was rolled out of view and into the back. It all happened too fast, and now you were being given away to an alien to be a... pet. Tears dropped onto the metal floor of your cage as the doomed feeling settled in, what was your life?

"Knew it. I knew I recognize you, Sergeant Arkuma Qyros. 300,000 units for a human? Didn't realize you were one of those bidders." The auctioneer had dragged you out in the back, waiting on the intimidating being.

Arkuma walked out and towards the shorter auctioneer, his reputation was also another reason why he couldn't be caught here. A Sergeant for the Space Armed forces, he had a feared record for being cruel and ruthless on the battlefield, unrelenting and unforgiving. Also, a known stickler for the rules.

"This place is deplorable." He muttered, venom tinging his words.

"Sure, sure, that's what they all say. After you're done with this one, you'll come back for more-" His smug tone was cut off with a tendril wrapping around his throat.

"I can still call this in and have everyone in this place locked up. Including you, I suggest you shut your mouth and hand over what is mine."

You watched as the two fought- well, fighting might not be the right word that properly describes the situation. The one that bought you had one of its... appendages around the others throat. Crude gurgling noises filled the small area and he eventually let him go.

"Gods... you'd think a Sergeant might be less violent than the rest of this place," The auctioneer coughed, mumbling to himself as he got up, finally unlocking your cage. "Be warned, it bites."

Arkuma had tuned out the ramblings of him already as he finally got a clearer view of you. As he imagined, you were perfect for him. Ignoring the tears and fearful look, you looked positively adorable. The small whimpers of fear and sniffling twisted his heart, but it's okay because he's here now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck this. Horrified, you watched as the giant alien crouched down in front of you, blocking your only way of escaping. You pressed yourself as far away as you could from him and shook your head as large hands easily reached for you.

Yelping in surprise as he scoops you up, tucking you in his arms as he covers your trembling self with a part of his coat, hiding you away from public view. While slightly enjoying this privacy, you were still being taken away by another fucking alien. You had every right to start screaming your head off but you couldn't. His hands were the size of your head, he could kill you instantly if he wanted to.

"Farewell Sergeant!" The auctioneer said with a weird amount of excitement, watching as the imposing force of a being walks off with the bundle of human in his arms. "Fuckin' weirdo." He mumbles to himself as he walks back into the auction house.

--

He sighed as the door slid closed behind him. Finally, he was alone with you. You had been hidden away from most of the prying eyes, nothing could hide you away from him though. Arkuma stole little glances at you, moving the coat away from your face. Cooing as he saw your glistening eyes staring back up at him.

"You're very adorable, aren't you?" He mumbles in the alien language, knowing you don't understand.

Arkuma lets you down onto his bed, watching sadly as you scramble away from him. Ah, it still hurts. He expects this behavior but it still hurts to watch you fearfully tuck yourself as far away from him as you can.

"I know its all new and scary but I'm not going to hurt you, little one." He croons, cautiously shifting closer to you he reaches his hand to your face.

Scared little chirps fall out of your mouth as you protest his touch, your small hands wrapping around his fingers that brush away your tears. "It's okay, it's okay, aw..." His voice is uncharacteristically soft, moving his hands to carry you in his arms again.

Seems like you had to get used to being treated like a child, you thought as you were cradled in his arms again. A clawed finger gently brushed away a tear. The clicks and rumbling tones that came from the alien soothed you in a weird way.

Exhaustion hit you like a train as your eyelids started to get heavy, right, you hadn't actually slept since you got abducted. The swaying motion that the alien started to do didn't help much as you started to succumb to the sleep that you so desperately needed. His crooning noises started to fade away as you passed out, sleeping snugly in his arms.

"How precious... such a sweet little being." He smiled softly.

[angualupin]

very brief actually not brief at all spoilery thoughts regarding Andor S2 E01-03

Andor is a horror show

Andor neither pulls its punches nor assumes its audience is stupid, both of which I appreciate

the amount left unsaid is just as important as what is said, and that's a script that knows its job (especially in a show known for its monologues)

the tension just continues to ratchet up throughout the three episode arc, but -- crucially -- broken with moments of levity that remind you just how terrible everything else is being

none of those moments of levity are there purely to be moments of levity. the absurdity of a life-and-death situation being decided by Rock Paper Scissors? there to contrast with the slick professionalism of the Empire. Krennic saying 'I met with the Emperor yesterday'? key character moment highlighting that the lies go deeper than what is constructed in that room. the entire toxic facade of whatever the fuck Dedra and Syril had going on? well actually I have a LOT to say about that

the entire arc is about masks. The masks Mon and Luthen put on when they're in high society. The mask Leida wears when she pretends the wedding is what she wants. The mask Cassian wears when he's doing Secret Spy Shit. The mask Krennic puts on when he has to convince a room full of bureaucrats that he has real power. The mask the Ferrix refugees have to put on for the Imperial inspection. And none of them are as false, none of them are as fucking painful to watch, as the masks that Dedra and Syril put on when they are attempting to play Happy Families. Because the people Dedra and Syril are trying to convince are themselves, and what they are trying to convince themselves of is that they still have souls. That they are still human, inside, despite everything. And they are failing. They are failing so hard. That facade is so hollow. They know it is hollow, but they are going through the motions anyway, because the alternative is to confront the yawning darkness behind their eyes, and neither one is ready to do that. Yet.

if you had asked me before the season started what had to be done to make Syril actually an interesting character, I would not have answered "put him in a toxic heterosexual relationship with Dedra", but they did and it works

I actually, genuinely, found those scenes to be more painful to watch than That Scene with Bix

kinderblock jesus motherfucking christ

anyway, Bix ends up smashing him over the head with a hammer, and it's great (I mean, it's not great, nothing is great, the entire point of this show is that literally nothing is great, but she *did* smash him over the head with a hammer, and I'm going to take the positives where I can find them)

Genevieve O'Rielly continues to astound, what a phenomenal actress we lucked into 25 years ago

A. pointed out after we watched the show that there were three marriages in the arc (the obvious one, Dedra and Syril doing the Meet The Parents thing, and Bix referring to her "husband" off planet -- Cassian is not her husband, but. Also he is.) and three divorces (Tay's separation from his wife being one of the reasons why he's spiraling, the ongoing slow-burn divorce that Mon and Perrin have been living through for the past twenty years, and Vel and Cinta). Which. Every single one of those is a disaster.

of all of them I think Vel and Cinta hurt the most, though. "I told you up front, the struggle comes first. We take what's left."

and that's obviously going to be one of the strongest themes of the season. We take what's left. And mostly what will be left will be ashes.

I said it about S1 and I'm saying it again now, one of the essential things that allows this story to work the way it does, to be as powerful as it is, is because we know the end. As one of the writers of AMC's The Terror (2018) said (paraphrased): "Once you remove the question of if they die, you get to explore how they live." Cassian retrieves the Death Star plans and then dies on a beach on Scarif. Mon throws away her position of power for the ability to make one public speech and then ends up in a stolen Imperial shuttle being picked up by the Ghost. I'm operating on the assumption that everyone else is going to die in front of me this season.

we have three and a half years until then. Until the Ghorman massacre and Mon's speech and her screaming match with the holographic head of Saw Gerrera. Four years until Cassian dies bringing hope to the galaxy. Four years and nine episodes.

Andor is a horror show