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Confessions of the night...

Dean winchester x Y/n

No warnings, just pure fluff 💚

When it's Sam's turn to hook up and bring a women back to the motel room, you find dean sleeping in his car and invite him to sleep in your room.

Dean sat in the Impala, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had never been one to shy away from a good time, but this time was different. Usually, it was him who brought girls back to their motel room, but tonight it had been Sam who had hooked up. And it left him feeling a bit out of place.

After successfully getting rid of a wendigo, Dean, Sam and y/n went to the bar nearest the motel to let of a little steam. Y/n called an early night and left the boys at the bar. Dean wanted to walk y/n back to the motel but she told him to stay with Sammy and have fun.

Dean had caught the eye of a few women in the bar, but none had peaked his interest. What he didn't expect to see was Sammy playing tonsil hockey with a pretty brunette on his way back from the toilet. He stood frozen for a second but then had a proud look on his face as he thought to himself 'that's my boy'. Dean pulled his jacket off the back of the chair he'd been sitting in, momentarily interrupting the make out session between his brother and the girl sitting on his lap. He slid the room key over to Sammy saying "don't do anything I wouldn't" with a wink and a smirk.

As Sam and the girl disappeared into the motel room, Dean made up his mind to sleep in the Impala. Taking a swig from his trusty flask, he settled into the backseat, hoping the familiar scent of leather and oil would soothe his restless thoughts.

Meanwhile, Y/N, was making her way to the ice machine. Dressed in a t-shirt (that she had stolen from Dean) and shorts, she was surprised to see Dean sitting in the Impala in the dimly lit parking lot, she wondered if he and Sammy had had a fight after she had left them at the bar. She could sense his unease and decided to approach him.

"Hey, Dean," Y/N called out softly. Dean looked up, surprised to see her there. Y/N gestured towards her room. "You look like you could use a decent night's sleep. Why don't you come crash in my room? I promise I won't bite."

Dean hesitated for a moment, but the offer was too tempting to resist. He followed Y/N to her room, taking in her easy smile and the warmth that radiated from her. Settling in on the spare bed, y/n handing him a beer, Dean found himself opening up to Y/N in a way he rarely did with others.

As the night wore on, the two of them talked about everything under the sun - from hunting to childhood memories. Dean found himself drawn to Y/N's easy laughter and the genuine interest she showed in him. And before long, he found himself confessing his fears and doubts about their dangerous way of life.

Y/N listened intently, her eyes full of understanding and compassion. She reached out and took Dean's hand in hers, she moved over to sit by his side, the feeling of her by his side sent a rush of warmth through him. In that moment, Dean knew he had found someone who saw past the tough exterior he presented to the world.

As the night turned to early morning, Dean and Y/N found themselves inching closer together. Their shared confessions had forged a deep bond between them, one that neither wanted to let go of. And as the first light of dawn peeked through the window, Dean leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips. "So much for sleeping huh" y/n said as they broke away from each other, foreheads resting upon each other.

The kiss was soft and fleeting, but it spoke volumes of the emotions swirling between them. Dean pulled back, his heart hammering in his chest as he searched Y/N's eyes for any sign of regret. But all he saw was warmth and affection, mirrored in her gaze "took you long enough winchester" y/n said with a smirk on her face.

In that moment, Dean knew he had found something real and worth fighting for. And as he held Y/N close, he let go of his doubts and fears, embracing the possibility of a new beginning. Sam might have been the one to bring a girl back to the motel room, but tonight, it was Dean who found something truly special with Y/N.

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Too Good to Say Goodbye

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, Hurt/Comfort & Implied Smut, MAJOR TW: stillborn

Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly being dissed by Logan and he doesn't seem to care, at least not until it's too late.

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I clasp my jacket closer to my body as I wait for Logan to open the door of our shared apartment. It's pouring rain and my dumbass forgot the keys, I sigh as I pull my phone out, dialing my lovers number.

one ring

two rings

three rings

four- declined.

*new text from "Logie Bear🐻💙"*

Logie Bear🐻💙: Babe I'm on the sim, give me a few.

Me: I'm out here in the pouring rain and I left my key, You said you'd unlock the door 5 minutes ago.

Logie Bear🐻💙: You fucking made me crash.

Logie Bear🐻💙: I'm coming.

A scoff leaves my lips as I shove my phone into my soak jean pockets that stuck to my skin, a few minutes later I hear the lock click and the door swigs open revealing a less than happy Logan.

"Damn, were you watching our home videos while waiting for me to open the door?" Logan laughed as he took in a soaked me before side stepping so I could walk in.

"I've been outside for 10 fucking minutes in the pouring rain Logan and you're making jokes?" I almost screamed at him

Unbelievable, all I do for him and this is how he treats me?

"Woah babe, take a joke," Logan starts before his phone starts ringing "Yeah? Oh for sure, right now? Uh huh, Okay I'll hop on. Yup yup, just give me 5. I'm grabbing a snack" with that Logan hung up the phone "I'm hoping back on the sim with the boys, so just take a shower and dry the floors, you're ruining the wood."

I wanted to scream, I'm ruining the floors? I wouldn't be ruining the floors if you would've opened the door 10 minutes ago like you fucking said you would.

I made my way into our shared room, grabbing my clothes and speaker before making my way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi on a low volume before stripping out of the soaking wet clothes that stuck to my skin.

My shaking hand turned the tap to hot as the water started spurting out of the shower head, which made me sigh thinking about the shower head I gave Logan every time we showered together. Today makes 3 weeks since we last fucked, and that was also probably why I'm so aggravated at everything he does. All this pent up sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.

Before stepping into the now steamy shower I turned the volume up on the song currently playing. Once in the tub, I let all my problems wash off of me and down the drain as I let the boiling hot water hit my skin. After what felt like 3 minutes of pure bliss, I hear a faint knock at the door before hearing it open. Peaking my head out the shower curtain I'm greeted by Logan just standing by the door.

"Hey Logie, care to join me?" I said in a low & seductive voice, watching as he steps fully into the bathroom and closes the door. A victory smile makes its way on my lips as I pull myself behind the curtain once more, quickly lathering myself in foamy soap.

I can hear Logans footsteps getting closer to the shower, but instead of getting in I hear him pick up my phone, turn the volume down, set my phone back down and as he's leaving he mutters "Not tonight. Boys are on the game and i can’t focus on them because your depressing songs are too loud."

Are you fucking kidding me?

That had been my last straw. In one quick movement I turn off the shower, throw my robe on and march out of the bathroom and into his sim room.

"Are you fucking kidding me Logan?!" I shout as a burst in the room, face red from anger. I can hear a mix of muffled oohs, laughs and you're in trouble. I couldn't bring myself to care about anyone on the sim with him.

"Hey! I'm on the sim! Watch your tone!" Logan shouted back, earning him a glare that said turn your fucking simulator off now.

"We're gonna have a serious talk. Now" I said in a stern voice. That made Logan turn the game off and actually face me

"What the fuck do you want to talk about that you bust into my sim room and interrupt me when I'm on with my friends WHO HAPPEN TO BE A COWORKERS?!" Logan shouted, his beautiful face now a shade of red that no-one liked, his eyes as cold and sharp as ice.

“I WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOURE BEHAVIOR, THE WAY YOU’VE BEEN ACTING TOWARDS ME, THE WAY YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME ANYMORE, DO YOU EVEN STILL FUCKING LOVE ME?!” I tried to stop, I really did but all the anger built up inside of me over the last few weeks just started pouring out “WHATS BEEN GOING ON WITH YOU LOGAN? YOU’RE NOT YOURSELF AND ITS EFFECTING ME, YOU KEEP SHUTTING ME OUT, AND MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF! AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE? HUH!?�� the more I screamed at him and the more I cried, I saw not one bit of remorse in his eyes.

“Are you fucking done being dramatic now?” Logan says with a scoff “Nothing is fucking wrong with me. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re the problem? No, you haven’t because you think so highly of yourself. You think that you’re the fucking shit and you’re not!” his words hit me like a punch to the gut.

the tears welling up in my eyes, now falling like heavy rain down my face. “You’re not the Logan I fell in love with,” my breath shaky “I don’t know who you are. I want my Logan back. I want the Logan who came to all my wrestling matches, the Logan who regularly took me out on dates despite his hectic work schedule, I want my Logan who got mad at me when I paid for dinner because ‘it’s a man’s job to pay for his girls meal’, the Logan who always took me to his races and showed me off like I was a rare jewel he found,” the waterfall beneath my eyes couldn’t stop me from staring into his soul while i said this last part “I miss my Logan who stood by me when we had our miscarriage” That seemed to get a reaction out of him.

“You have the fucking nerve to bring up MY baby. Don’t you EVER bring up MY baby like that again. You HAVE NO RIGHT.” Logan said tearing up

“YOURE BABY? HE WAS MINE TOO. IT WASNT JUST YOU THAT LOST A BABY, IT WAS ME TOO. HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT PUSHING OUT OUR BABY KNOWING HE WAS DEAD? I WANTED TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF LOGAN. I FELT LIKE I FUCKING FAILED YOU AND OUR SON.”

“MAYBE YOU FUCKING SHOULD’VE KILLED YOURSELF. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT?! IF YOU KILLED YOURSELF I’D BE SO MUCH BETTER OFF.” a sob escaped my lips as Logan finishes talking. “You act like I can’t find someone else, like I can’t impregnate another woman. You’re nothing but another piece of ass to me, that couldn’t fucking keep my son alive in you.”

Logan storms out of the room, slamming the door as he goes.

“Well, I’m so glad you told me this now because I’d HATE for our DAUGHTER to be in a house where her dad thinks so lowly of her mother!” I scream while I barge into our shared room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it up with all my shit I can fit in it.

Soft footsteps make their way to the room, stopping just before the door. Slowly I hear the door open and see Logan slowly walking in.

“what did you say?” he asks me in disbelief “did you say ‘Our Daughter’?”

“YEAH IM FUCKING PREGNANT AGAIN BUT SINCE IM JUST ANOTHER PIECE OF ASS TO YOU, IM FUCKING LEAVING AND YOURE NOT GONNA FUCKING SEE HER.” I yell, closing up the suitcase and heading for the door before feeling a tug on my wrist

“no baby, please. I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. let me make it all up to you and be in her life. i’ll change, I’ll be better, I’ll do anything to get you back.” tearing now streaming down Logan face

“I’ll be back in the morning to get the rest of my shit.” I said before tugging my wrist back and slamming the door shut behind me.

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Pairing | Quinn Hughes x afab!reader Summary | six years later Quinn and y/n find themselves back in the place it started and old memories truly are precious...but so are new ones Authors Note | enjoy the (long) blurb @thehugheslover, sorry it took so long! This is only going to make sense if you read Feel This Way!!

The familiar clink of pool balls hitting each other, music at a moderate volume but mainly muffled by laughter and chatting and the back doors wide, opening the basement onto the patio where meat roasted on the barbeque under the balmy sun. Everything had stayed. The world was almost the same as they were back as teenagers but this time, they weren’t as naive, and everyone had grown up. Really grown up, into adults with jobs and lives, new ambitions and what happened six years ago were nothing but fond memories protected by the walls of the lake house. 

Y/n and Quinn sat on the sofa, turned slightly to face each other so they could look out into the rest of the room, her finger gently brushing over the stain between them. The second her skin touched the fabric, it all came flooding back like film tapes, the night Brady stayed over in particular. 

“We were so stupid, but it was a lot of fun,” she began with a chuckle, Quinn turning his head in interest, watching her trace around the splotch, “The Vodka Incident, when Brady brought that vodka, and we all thought it was fucking amazing.”

Cole’s voice groaned out from the distance, followed by Trevor and Jack’s obnoxious laughing, clearly relishing in Cole losing their game of pool. The couple giggled, glancing over at the group, their memories fading in and suddenly they were bought back to that night, and they were sixteen with three fifteen-year-olds and little Luke sat in a circle. The way Cole’s face had screwed up hideously, Jack and Trevor’s attempts to be ‘cool’ but landed them both in the bathroom and gagging and Luke tucked into her side most the night. 

“Yeah, Luke used to cling to you all the time, he was literally your shadow,” he said, watching Luke take a cocky bow after a successful turn, “and Brady, oh my God, you two used to torture me, like, come on, ‘who do you currently have a crush on?’ while you were sitting on my lap? You two killed me.”

Y/n laughed fondly, watching Brady enter the basement waving tongs like a magic wand, passionately interrupting the guys by fact checking them about something too muffled to make out from where she was sat. She then remembered the argument she and Brady fell into that everyone retold as if they’d thrown fists at each other, “Honestly, I thought you’d be jealous that I’m close with Brady too, but I was so wrong.”

“How about we not bring up my teenage insecurity, I felt so lame,” he smiled, hand taking hers and interlacing their fingers. He remembered that part too well, Jack and Luke loved to bring it up with him because for them, it was peak comedy and a learning curve on what not to do. Watching it happen was not as funny, but Quinn was their older brother, so how could it not be funny? “You don’t even understand, y/n, I got a scolding, from Jack.”

“Well, I was also lame so we’re even. Luke told my brother about the whole thing and that fucker did not let me live it down.” She grinned and placed a kiss on his nose, “You know what he said? ‘Yeah, everyone knew Quinnifer was, like, in love with you’ the little loser.” 

He groaned playfully at the nickname, even after all the years her brother still called him that. He really couldn’t escape that one, he’d somehow obtained it during college, y/n’s brother just started calling him Quinnifer out of the blue and his only explanation being that the women love it and it’s catchy, but it was better than other thing’s he’d been called.

Looking back over at the group, their friends that’d grown up with them, but whose personalities hadn’t changed, they wondered what it’d be like if they were sixteen again, and what they’d do differently. But they weren’t sixteen anymore and all the angst had been and gone, that chapter closed. Quinn was captain of the Vancouver Canucks and y/n was flying in her own career, and while they’d achieved so much by twenty-five, Quinn still had a list he wanted before he could feel satisfied.

Moonlight shimmering over the ripples of the lake, warm lanterns illuminating along the dock just like it always had. Y/n and Quinn’s bare feet padded along the wood leisurely, hands encased in each other’s and not a word spoken between them, they just needed a bit of peace away from everyone, even just for a moment. Passing the boats harboured up, Mila came to mind. Not in any other way than what happened that day and how he felt y/n’s desperate, burning glares from the other side of the boat, how he wished it was y/n breasts pressed against his shoulders and not some random girl’s. 

“I should’ve just told you how I felt from the start,” Quinn mumbled, but his voice clear from the serenity of the dock, nothing but crickets singing and distant chatter, “Like, we wouldn’t have had to go through that confusing, are-we-are-we-not phase. I can’t believe I was such a pussy.” 

Y/n giggled, swinging their arms, “Don’t blame yourself, I was also responsible. I told most the story to some friends in college, and even they thought it was obvious we liked each other. I sort of wish we hadn’t had that situationship, like, we were just hurting ourselves.”

“Yeah, no, I agree. Had me crying myself to sleep, it was fucking stupid.” 

“I know, Jack told me the night of the Vodka Incident, he saw you crying when we were going to sleep.” She didn’t need Jack to tell her Quinn cried that night, she felt his tears on her skin and the way he’d squeezed her like she would evaporate, his favourite teddy bear. She just never said anything, no need to bring up the painful past when they were living in their own paradise in the future. 

The more time she spent in the lake house, the more the memories swirled in her mind, not dwelling just remembering the times she couldn’t during the hockey season. The lake was a sanctuary, a museum of youth that held so many minor details you’d never see unless you were searching for them, like the names etched into the decking, aged but still prominent.

Quinn glanced down, barely reading the names scratched into the wood until he walked over something he distinctively remembered scratching with Brady, right before they were off to college; Q + y/n in a heart. He stopped right above it, tugging y/n back to face him, sweat forming on the back of his neck with butterflies in his stomach. Y/n blinked twice at him before raising a brow. He pulled his hand away, wiping both on his shorts before taking a deep breath.

“Uh, hey, listen…” his eyes shifted to her ‘Q’ necklace, to her eyes and then back to the etching on the floorboards before her necklace again.

“Q?” she asked, head flooding with multiple scenarios, piecing together location and their ages, his sweating, the fizzling in her chest and down to her stomach, “Oh God, you’re not getting traded, are you?”

His eyes widened, “Huh? No, no, Jesus no. It’s uh…well…um, just wanted to tell you how much I love you and appreciate you. You’ve, um, been by my side forever and I’ve been, uh, thinking about the future…”

He dropped to one knee, sliding a little, velvet box from his pocket and held it out in front of her, eyes sparkling under all the little lamps but more importantly because when he looked at her, he saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. The most caring, supportive, girlfriend. His best friend who, no matter what, never gave up on him. He gazed at her with dilated pupils that may have well been hearts. Y/n’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she gasped gently, hands covering her mouth, and she struggled to hold back the tears welling in her eyes.

“Y/n L/n, I have loved you since we were fifteen and only you can make me feel this way. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, in sickness and in health. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” Quinn’s voice shook, not a filler word tumbling out for once. All those days rehearsing his speech in the mirror paid off, all that stress lifting off his shoulders and she watched his hands tremble.

Y/n nodded desperately, tears spilling down her cheeks, “Yes, of course!” 

He grinned from ear to ear, corners of his eyes creasing as his eyes watered, wiggling the ring - polished with her birthstone - from the cushioning and sliding it onto her finger, his arms wrapping around her waist firmly. He held her close into his chest, spinning her around with his face buried in her shoulder, his heart swelling. When they rounded back to their original spot, they melted into each other’s bodies as they always had, t-shirts soaking up the salty tears of joy, the realisation of how far they’d come hitting them like bricks. Y/n and Quinn Hughes, forever and always. Their new chapter, with new adventures and the start of their own little family one day.

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Imagine Part 7

Office Bae. The finale.

At AECOM, we believe infrastructure creates opportunity for everyone—uplifting communities, improving access and sustaining our planet. We’re committed to managing our business with the utmost responsibility and to always strive for better—be that reducing emissions, creating social value or diversifying our senior leadership and workforce. We understand both the urgency of the changes facing our society and our responsibility to act in an impactful and enduring way. We’re leading the change towards a more sustainable and equitable future, partnering with those who want to make a positive difference in the world…

Michelle Jones shared a look with Bret Stevenson behind the scenes, seemingly pleased with their new CFO holding down the company. He talked with such poise and intellect. The satin peak lapels of his classic tuxedo glistened beneath the geometric chandelier with crystal accents. He’s leaning against the bar, a whiskey in his hand, eyes twinkling. He’s putting on the charm, smiling, and looking damn good doing it. Michelle watched him closely, her eyes sweeping over his body, taking in the way his tuxedo is tailored perfectly to fit his well-built physique.

“Good choice, Bret. Honestly, having a fresh, young face for our company. He’s quintessential. Not to mention how handsome he is,” Michelle said.

Michelle Jones is a member of the AECOM board, giving direction to Bret Stevenson. She passes along shareholder input and is a part of an oversight system with some controlling power. Michelle, dressed in a champagne-colored slip dress and Rene Caovilla heeled sandals, grabs her glass of wine from the bar and proceeds over to him, a slight smile on her lips. The volume of her layered, sleek brown hair bounced with each strut. The topaz color of her skin appeared golden beneath the lights.

“Excuse me, is it alright if I steal this brilliant man away for a second?”

Erik Stevens looked over at Michelle with a smirk before shaking the hand of the man that he’d been conversing with. Erik took his place in front of Michelle, his gaze locked with hers.

“How do you like the cocktail party?” Michelle questions before a smile stretched across her generous and sensuous lips.

“It’s cool, I’ve been to plenty of these so I know what to expect.”

“I bet you’re excited to spend some time in your new office space.”

The corner of her glossy lips is upturned and eager. Erik’s forehead puckered and then his eyes glanced over her shoulder.

“There she is…baby, what was the hold up?”

Michelle scrutinized you. She followed Erik’s arm wrapping around your waist, observing the way his fingertips rubbed you there in small circles.

“Michelle, this is my beautiful date, my baby girl, Y/N.”

“Oh,” Michelle extended her hand to shake Y/N’s, “What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t know you brought a date. Nice to meet you.”

“Yes,” Y/N’s eyes sized Michelle up, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

She looked enticing. The red dress she wore has a sultry deep plunge neckline with clever draping that compliments her curves. It’s mid length just below the knee for an elegant, balanced look and a cinched waist with long sleeves. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail with long, flowing curly extensions. Gold hoops accented her ears and her feet are covered in patent so-kate pumps.

“We were just talking about how boring cocktail parties are,” Michelle added, “Same shit every single year,” she whispered.

“Well, it’s my first company cocktail event and I’m excited.” Y/N said before grabbing Erik by the chin, both of them sharing a smile.

“I think you’re gonna love it even more towards the end,” Erik spoke against your lips with a pleasantly rough voice.

Michelle could take a hint when it was time to make her exit, so she grabbed her wine glass and sauntered away to mingle.

“There, she’s gone. It’s really that simple.”

“You came in at the perfect time, beautiful. Listen, thank you for accompanying me tonight. It feels good to finally be able to show you off. You don’t deserve to be hidden, baby…”

“And miss my baby’s special evening as the new CFO?! You crazy?!” Y/N playfully shoves him, “I wasn’t going to sit at home in my sweats while you hold it down by yourself.”

“Damn,” Erik cracked a smile, “See, that’s why I love you.”

“Seriously, E. I’m always gonna be there. I love you too…”

Y/N loved a man who’s always sweet to you. Always wants a kiss, isn’t afraid to grab her hand or wrap his arms around her in public. Quick to show her off as his girl proudly. The slow jazz music set the mood perfectly as Erik guided Y/N over to his table. There are a few familiar faces that she recognizes and she waves to them on passing.

“That’s where I plan to make my speech tonight. Right there,” Erik’s hand points to an empty stage with a large banner with the AECOM company slogan.

“Are you nervous?”

Erik peered down above her, pushing in her seat like the gentleman he was before he took his place next to her.

“I only ask because I can tell. Baby…you got this.”

Erik glanced around the room and then his eyes fell to his lap where her hand grabbed his. He hummed quietly, a small smile gracing his lips before he took her hand, bringing it to his lips, and kissing her on her knuckles.

“I know, I just…don’t want to get up there and fuck it up, you know?”

“You are good at improvising. Half of these motherfuckers in here can’t keep up with you, E. You can talk circles around them. Don’t be so hard on yourself…”

Erik rubs the back of his neck, “I can’t flake. I gotta show them who Erik Stevens is.”

“There you go. That’s exactly what you have to do. Bret sees potential in you. I see potential in you.”

Erik studied Y/N’s face before leaning in to meet her soft lips. Y/N fell into his kiss, both of their lips moving in rhythm. The kiss became heated and it quickly turned hungry as her tongue roamed in his mouth. Erik slowly pulled away, his eyes blazing.

“If we start, we will not stop.” His voice is gentle and unhurried.

“But do we have to stop?” Y/N tried to kiss him again, but his hand is on the back of her neck now, rubbing there softly, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Yeah. Unless you want me to put you on this table.”

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“This young man here…”

Bret Stevenson pointed to Erik from the stage, a spotlight moving across the crowd to ignite Erik’s table. Applause grew and Erik stood from his seat, one hand smoothing down the front of his tux jacket while the other waved to the people cheering him on.

“There’s so much I can say about him. Great financial foresight, excellent communication skills, confidence, a deeply rooted understanding of business and the natural aura of a leader. I couldn’t have chosen a better man to work alongside me. Everyone, please, let’s welcome our new CFO to the stage!”

Some hooted and hollered, others clapped loud and proud. Y/N gave Erik’s hand an affectionate squeeze before watching him go. That smile with those adorable dimples was just as bright as the lights overhead. Y/N stood from her seat, eyes glossy and a proud smile. Erik stood before Bret and they shared a firm handshake with a pat on the shoulder. Now, he’s alone at the glass podium with a small angled microphone. The applause dies down and everyone takes their seats. Waiters began to circulate with champagne flutes bubbling a golden hue. Y/N wasn’t concerned with that, her man is up on that stage.

“Wow,” Erik’s eyes danced around the room, “last time I was up here, I accepted awards for my work with the company. Now, I’m the CFO. It’s still so surreal. I’ve been given this opportunity to really shape the company’s agenda. Ensure a strong financial performance. AECOM always stood for something great to me. I’m a philanthropist myself and to be able to improve the world—I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. There is always room for improvement and I want to evolve as the company evolves. Look beyond what’s in front of me…”

Behind Erik, there is an enormous projector screen with a slideshow displayed. Each slide of photos is presenting Erik hard at work. Some photos show him out on business trips working within the environment hands on. Other photos show how dapper he is in his suits. There is even a photo that Y/N remembered being a part of during a department potluck.

“There are so many people I would love to thank for the opportunity and just being there. Bret, Jason Thomas, Barry Rowan, Monica Bradley. Thank you so much for everything. I’m looking forward to the next step in my career. It is an honor and a privilege to be here today and to be your new leader alongside Bret. I don’t know everyone in this room, but from speaking to so many new people that are a part of this company, you all do such amazing work. I grew up in Oakland and I was teased as a kid for being a nerd and wanting to improve my environment. None of that stopped me from becoming the man I am today…”

Y/N remembers the long talks late at night with Erik, his head in her lap with her fingers combing through his locs. He spoke so highly of his parents, both of which are no longer here. Y/N giggled when he walked down memory lane, reminiscing on the science fairs and the solar system that he built in his room. His first telescope. How much he enjoyed going fishing. How his mother loved to plant and she always dreamed of having a greenhouse. He could have easily fallen prey to the streets but he saw past that. He saw his potential. He wasn’t going to live up to the stereotype of a black man.

“…So thank you, AECOM. Thank you for believing in me. I won’t let you down.”

Applause broke the silence within the grand room and photographers lined up to capture the moment. Shortly after, Erik left the stage and joined Y/N at the table. After a few more speeches, the food began to arrive. Honey garlic glazed salmon, roasted red potatoes, grilled asparagus, rotisserie chicken, dirty rice, and oven roasted vegetable medley. Y/N was never left with an empty glass of champagne and the food was delicious. Towards the end of the meal, Bret stood up to say a few words, thanking everyone for coming. He couldn’t go without mentioning Erik again. Her eyes sparkled with ardor every time he smiled.

Erik felt it necessary to say a few final words to end the meal and even though he looked confident, her hand placed on his could feel the tremors. Y/N interlocked her fingers with his to calm him and he squeezed in response. What else did he have to say that was so hard to put into words?

“I forgot to mention that I would not have been able to get through my busy work days and even the Alaska trip without my beautiful woman, Y/N.”

Y/N bashfully smiled and prepared herself for what comes next. He was going to gush about her for the entire room.

“This woman is so hard-working. She shares the same amount of passion and concern about the environment as much as I do. She actually helped me out with several speeches of mine, one of which ended up with a famous quote in the New York Times. ‘The time to answer the greatest challenge of our existence on this planet is now. You can make history or be vilified by it.’”

Erik ushered for Y/N to stand with him. She smiles despite her very own nervous jitters and takes his hand.

“I fell in love with her the first day I laid my eyes on her. To have a woman who not only shares the same passion as you but someone who is caring, driven, fun, smart, and—and just such a good person. I know this has nothing to do with AECOM at the moment but I feel like she deserves her flowers. Please, let’s make a toast to Y/N.”

Everyone at the table and throughout the room picked up their new glasses of champagne and stood from their seats. Y/N did the same, never taking her eyes away from Erik. He held her piercing gaze as well.

“To Y/N, and a wonderful future with you. To traveling the world together, spending nights beneath the stars, watching the sunset from a mountain top, collecting seashells on the beach. This is to you…”

Y/N sipped from her glass and after three sips, she couldn’t control the tears streaming from her eyes. For a second, she thought he would pop the big question.

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It’s been a long week for Erik. No one said it would be easy. It’s strange waking up after a good night's sleep and not going into work. Y/N would be lucky to catch Erik before he left for work but the 800 thread count of his sheets and the TEMPUR-Cloud pillows had you sleeping in until 11 AM. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head before grabbing Erik’s T-shirt with the logo for his nonprofit organization embroidered on it. Y/N works alongside him as an environmental and climate change activist.

Fashion has always been a passion of hers. One of her proudest achievements is being able to collaborate with sustainable clothing brands such as Colored Organics and Everlane while also creating lifestyle and travel content. Y/N took a look at her phone and realized that today is the day she’s supposed to meet up with Regina to show her around the new home Erik surprised her with a week ago. He always wanted a home with contemporary architecture with an eco-feel and a roof garden. What he didn’t know was that she secretly had a greenhouse built in the yard in remembrance of his mother. Speaking of Regina, she was currently calling Y/N.

“Are we still on for today?”

She finally gets out of bed, careful not to trip over a few moving boxes.

“Yeah, I’m just getting out of bed. Why don’t you just meet me there? I may be ten minutes late.” Y/N said.

“So that means no lunch on the way?”

“Just pick me up something and I’ll meet you there. My good friend that’s finalizing Erik’s surprise wants me to have a final look at things.”

“I can’t wait to see what she came up with! Your man has been running around this company with his assistants following behind. How does he do it?”

“Because he was born to lead. I’m sure he’s got it all together. He doesn’t talk about work much when he comes home. It’s always how much he misses me and I’m always spoiled with his attention.”

“You’re living the dream you’ve always wanted. I bet Eric with the C is miserable.”

“Serves him right…I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the speech he gave about me.”

“What did he say?!”

“Basically how much I’ve helped him through the stress of work and how amazing I am and how in love he is with me. I cried a little because I wanted to hold it together.”

“And he didn’t propose?!! What is he waiting on?!!”

“Maybe that wasn’t the time. Whenever it happens, it’s an automatic yes.”

“Awww! I can’t wait for the day! Anyway, I’ll see you soon, girl…”

After her brisk shower and other early morning hygiene rituals, she get dressed in a matching lounge set colored sage, slipping her feet in a pair of Ugg Tasman slippers, making sure she had the remaining boxes packed in the back of her new white BMW X3. On the way over, stuck in traffic, she decided to call Erik’s work phone—a second cell phone that he purchased strictly for the job. His personal cell is always stored away for emergencies or non job related things but he hadn’t picked up the times she attempted to reach him. It rang three times before he finally answered.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you. I just got off of a zoom call and it looks like I’ll be traveling again soon.”

“Hello, handsome. I just wanted to hear your voice and let you know that I’m headed over to the house. Where are you traveling to this time?”

“It’s a small thing that will happen multiple times but I’m going to Australia. Remember I was telling you about how AECOM is expanding internationally? Well, we want to partner with environmentalists there to help with the wildfires. It’s a start but it’s a lot of work—thanks Sarah—sorry baby—”

“Listen, no worries. We can talk more when you get home. I love you.”

“I hate getting off the phone with you. I love you too. I’ll see you later.”

Erik blew you a kiss through the phone before hanging up.

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“I need it rented out for the evening and I need a nice dinner set up as well. The finest champagne for my beautiful girl. Don’t mess this up for me either, tonight is special…”

Erik paced his office while talking into his Bluetooth, the only time he had to finalize the romantic evening he had planned for you two. When he was a child, he remembered his parents' proposal. It was a trip to the zoo in the evening around Christmas, and his dad got down on one knee on a bridge decorated with colorful lights to propose to his mom. Erik had so many ideas of how he wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. Beneath the stars on a camping trip. On the Alaska trip. In your new home. He finally decided on taking you to your favorite childhood place and he had an elaborate evening of fine dining setup that will end surrounded by the beauty. This proposal plan is definitely his favorite out of all the options he could choose from. Erik and his photographer friend arranged a shoot first, then planned on having the proposal somewhere in the middle of it all. Erik loved the intimate and tranquil vibe of it all.

A part of him knew you would say yes. He could only hope you would. Erik could only see you wearing his ring and having his last name. It took him a long time to get here. Once a playboy until you walked into his life. He had come to realize that you are the most important person in the world to him. Erik cracked a smile as he imagined the blinding ring that will be on your finger, so eye-catching like a billboard announcing to everyone he knows and everyone you’re gonna know, that this woman is mine. She owns my heart. Erik is so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed one of his assistants enter his office. She lightly tapped him on his broad shoulder and Erik brought his eyes down to Sarah with a tablet in her hand and what Erik guessed was his information about funding for upcoming events.

“Should I come back, Mr. Stevens?” She spoke with caution.

“No, show me,” Erik leaned over to get a good look, Sarah taking a safe step back so she wouldn’t be caught taking a sniff of his vanilla teakwood cologne.

“It’s just some estimates on what we expect to spend. Are all the numbers good?”

Erik’s dark eyes studied the many zeros and while he agreed to most, a few unnecessary purchases bothered him, especially since he specifically spoke to Michelle about it.”

“Sarah, could you ask Miss Jones to come to my office please?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sarah sauntered out of Erik’s office.

Five minutes passed and Michelle Jones walked in dressed in a forest green maxi skirt with a black blouse and black pumps on her feet. Her usual silky straight hair is pulled back into a french twist with some strands framing the squareness of her face. She allowed his frosted glass door to close before walking towards his desk to take a seat across from him.

“Michelle, did you go over the final funding for the AECOM partnership event? It’s a few numbers that aren’t adding up.”

“I figured we could use some extra money to make the event more interesting. I mean, we’re sitting on a lot here, Erik. What’s wrong with a little bit more luxury? Gifts for the partners, a layout of fine dining—”

“We did that already. Do you understand how much it’s going to cost alone to get the resources and technology together for the Alaska deal and whatever else we have going on?”

Michelle remained silent and folded her arms across her chest defiantly. This isn’t the first time since Erik was made CFO that Michelle made decisions without consulting with him first. She may have walked all over the former CFO, but Erik wasn’t having it.

“…I’m talking millions of dollars, Michelle. I’m not saying we can’t have fun, but play time comes after.”

“Fine. I’ll make the changes and have one of your secretaries show you the new costs, okay?”

“That’s all I wanted. Thank you.”

Erik adjusted the collar of his tailored suit jacket and stood from his seat, walking to his door and like the gentleman he is, held it open for Michelle. She gave him one final look before walking out.

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“Ten minutes, huh?”

Y/N stepped out of her car with a roll of her eyes at Regina’s words. She walked the pathway that led to their gorgeous new home and accepted a green smoothie from her work bestie.

“Traffic is a bitch this time of the day, girl. Thanks for coming!” Y/N smiled at Regina.

“I wouldn’t miss it even if I tried! I’m probably more excited than you!”

Spread across an expansive double lot on Stone Canyon Road sat their colonial Mediterranean home. It exudes elegance and old world charm. The estate is a perfect retreat from the city with ample space for both entertaining and the everyday routines of life. Y/N opened the door and allowed Regina to enter first. She was immediately blown away. The striking entryway sweeps you into an expansive, airy living room with dramatic windows overlooking the lushly landscaped backyard.

Y/N started giving Regina a tour. The library provides a comfortable retreat to seek quiet while the formal dining room is at once grand and welcoming, making it easy to keep both families and guests connected over the dinner table. On the second floor, the elegantly-appointed primary suite closes off to the outside world, creating a sense of serenity and sanctuary. Many of the rooms feature clear glass French doors that open onto the verdant yard, which is filled with unique water features and mature trees that provide shade and greenery, making the estate the ideal place for both entertaining and peace. A home fitting for an environmental engineer.

Y/N ended the tour in the kitchen where Regina sat their Vietnamese food on the counter top. Y/N opened their wine cellar to grab a bottle of Chateau Suduiraut Sauternes 2016. She retrieved three wine glasses that were brand new and a corkscrew. A faint knock on the front door alerted Y/N to her friend, Sylvia’s arrival. She excused herself to open the door. Regina took that moment to uncork the wine and she filled the glasses almost to the rim.

“Hello Hello!”

Sylvia walked in with a friendly smile and bright, hazel eyes. She had a head full of loose, curly, brown hair with blonde highlights, and a tall, petite frame. She reached out to shake Regina’s hand and sat her YSL bag down on the counter.

“Are you excited? I bet you are, thank you,” Sylvia accepted her glass of wine, “I can’t wait for you to see it. I can’t wait for Erik to see it. He’s gonna flip out!”

“Y/N got herself a good one,” Regina tilted her glass of wine, “Good guys always finish first! Ain’t no last over here!”

“I hear that,” Sylvia responded, “Your momma love him?”

“Does she,” Y/N groaned, “She’s obsessed with Erik. She calls him more than me nowadays. He says she reminds him of his mother. I love that for him…”

“And your dad?”

Y/N couldn’t contain her giggles, “They are like two peas in a pod! You know how dads can be at first, but I was pleasantly surprised at my father! Joe hated Eric with the C.”

“Let’s toast. To a future with happiness and unconditional love…respect…kindness. Let’s toast to our black girl joy! And our love for our friend here. Y/N, we love you! We’re so happy for you! This home is beautiful! To Y/N!”

“To Y/N!” Sylvia raised her glass.

The three ladies clinked glasses and drank down some of the wine.

“Whew! This is good and smooth.” Sylvia said.

“Plenty to go around,” Y/N replied, “Now…the moment I’ve been waiting for. Lead the way, Sylvia!”

Sylvia couldn’t contain her laughter. She’d been working on this design for a while now. They walked out into the expansive yard and Y/N kept her eyes shut while holding Regina’s hand. Her footsteps halted and Regina’s audible gasp made her stomach churn with excitement.

“Okay…open your eyes.”

Y/N’s eyes slowly opened and the grip she held on her wine glass slipped.

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Erik Stevens made sure to smooth the stress lines from his face before exiting his car within their four-car garage. He loosened his tie and released a deep sigh filled with frustration. Work has been kicking his fine ass. He didn’t realize his job as CFO would require a lot of cleanup. He had a long list of chores to do on top of prepping for his Australia trip. He’d just gotten news that some partners from Australia want to move forward with the in person meeting as soon as next week.

Erik had his proposal set within the next week. Now, he had to rearrange his plans and he hated last minute adjustments. He entered their magnificent home to the smell of good cooking and his mouth instantly watered. He hadn’t realized until now how hungry he was. Erik took off his dress shoes and hung his suit jacket, making his way towards the kitchen. There, he came face-to-face with a wondrous sight.

Y/N was removing a dish of mac and cheese from the oven that sizzled to perfection. She carefully sat it down on the stovetop and removed the oven mitts from her hands. Erik’s eyes took a lustrous tour of her body dressed in a black dress that was sheer and form-fitting. She even had on his favorite pair of heels. Those YSL Logo-Heeled Sandals in black patent. She looked up and almost jumped out of her brown skin from being startled.

“Erik! Baby, you scared me,” Y/N laughed, turning down the music she had been playing from her phone, “When did you get in?”

“Just now,” Erik walked up to her and dipped his head to kiss her forehead then her glossy lips, “Sorry I scared you…damn, baby girl…you look amazing.”

Erik twirled Y/N so he could get a good 360 of his woman. He wasn’t expecting a dinner and the dessert before him.

“I’m gettin’ fed tonight, huh, sexy?” Erik said with a bite of his bottom lip.

Y/N giggled, “All you can eat. Better save some room after all this food I made!”

“Baby,” Erik rolled the sleeves of his white button up shirt to his elbows, “You know I can put it away…”

He circled his arms around her waist and started peppering soft kisses along her neck. Y/N felt a flutter in her belly from the sensation of his pillowy-soft lips. The smell of Jasmine and vanilla on her neck caused him to nibble on her flesh. The sound of her soft breath shot straight to his big dick.

“Behave, daddy. Dinner first…”

“Dinner can wait,” Erik cuffed her ass in his hand with his face pressed against her neck, “You shouldn’t be this damn fine…”

“I want you to eat, daddy. You can have all of me all over this house after I show you your surprise…”

Erik paused. He peeled his lips from her delicious skin to stare at the side of her face.

“What surprise?”

“Just…a little something I’ve been planning…”

She escaped his attention by grabbing plates and silverware to set the dining table. Erik watched her with a curious brow raised. He didn’t like surprises.

“You’ll know after you eat, okay? Wash your hands and have a seat.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Erik went to the sink to clean his hands and after drying them he made his way towards the dining room. Y/N entered shortly after with his plate and a glass of red wine. The aroma of the smothered beef short rib, smoked kale, and mac and cheese caused his stomach to grumble. Y/N placed a napkin in his lap and kissed his cheek before sauntering away to grab her own. Erik didn’t waste time digging into his food. Y/N returned and she sat across from him with a content smile on her face.

“Good?” She questioned while forking some of her smoked greens.

“Good ain’t even the word, “Erik chewed his food and grabbed his wine to wash it down, “Shit is bangin’.”

“Thank you. How was work today?”

Erik’s left brow ticked up, “Too much to talk about. But there is an update on the Australia trip. I gotta leave by the end of next week.”

“Why?”

“The partners want to rush the process. My guess is they are testing us. Tryna see if we’re the right fit for the change they're advocating for. There’s a lot of flooding going on in the Southeast…bush fires…”

“How about the climate control program here in America? Before I left I remember that was going into effect.” Y/N said.

“Yes…that’s another thing that’s keeping me busy…and I’ve been trying to figure out how to divide duties. How am I supposed to control funding AND travel? It’s a lot…”

Y/N reached a hand across the table to calm Erik. The tension in his shoulders settled and he looked across the table at her with restless eyes.

“You’re the right man for the job, Erik. Brent wouldn’t have chosen anyone else. I’m proud of you and I believe in you, baby. Take it slow. None of this is going to happen overnight. It’s all a process…”

Erik raised her hand to his lips and placed a firm kiss there. She always knew how to calm him down.

“I hate bringing work stress home to you…”

“I mean…you could always take it out on me. You know I love it when you do it, daddy.” Y/N replied with a smile.

His eyes glinted with desire at her words.

“Come with me to Australia, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah. Why not? You don’t understand how hard it’s been since you left, baby girl. My assistants have been driving me nuts and Michelle—”

“What about Michelle?”

Erik watched Y/N’s face harden.

“…she’s been doing the opposite of what I expect her to do. I had to pull her into my office today about the monetary situation with this fundraiser we’re putting together.”

“Do I need to come up there?”

Erik chuckled. He knew Y/N would. Memories of Connie, Demetria, and Nicole popped into his head. He didn’t want Michelle to feel his future wife’s wrath.

“No, I got it under control. I don’t want you stressing about her. She knows I’m not the one to be played with.” Erik said.

“As long as she stays in her place…”

Erik gave Y/N a dimpled smirk, “So feisty…”

They continued to eat and Erik listened to Y/N talk about her non-profit he helped her form. He watched her with a transfixed smile and loving eyes.

“…it’s coming along so well. We’re working on clothes for kids now. I have to show you some of the designs.”

“I can’t wait to see them,” Erik ate the last bit of his mac and cheese before leaning back and patting his belly.

“Full already, daddy?”

Erik cut his eyes at her.

“Fed and happy not full. I still got room.”

Y/N got up to clean off the table and she had to stop Erik from trying to help her. She instructed him to stay put. Erik waited impatiently for her return and when she did come back, she had a blindfold in her hand and a cheeky smile.

“It’s time for that surprise…”

“Ahh, shit.”

Y/N laughed at Erik’s expression of confusion before walking up behind him. She placed the blindfold over his eyes and smoothed her hands down his shoulder before whispering in his ear. His chest heaved up and down from her voice.

“Are you ready?”

“More than ready…”

Y/N took Erik by the hand and he stood up from his seat. He allowed Y/N to guide him, his mind working to figure out what this surprise could be and where they were going. Soon, he could feel fresh air against his body and that’s when he realized they’d gone outside.

“Where are you taking me, Y/N?”

“Shhhh! Almost there…”

Their footsteps came to a stop. Y/N let go of Erik’s hand and he used his sense of hearing to track her movements. Eventually, she wrapped her arms around him.

“Before I take your blindfold off, I just wanted to say…I love you. I’ve been thinking about doing this for you for some time now…and a good friend of mine came through for me and put together something special. As hard as you work, you deserve a treat too. I know you don’t like surprises but..I know for a fact you’ll love this one…before I take the blindfold off, I want you to keep your eyes closed. Can you do that for me, daddy?”

“Yes…”

It had to be something meaningful. Y/N slipped his blindfold off and Erik kept his eyes closed.

“Open your eyes!”

His cognac eyes snapped open and Y/N witnessed the biggest smile appear across his face. His hands went in his hair. He took two steps forward, and he kept staring at her with disbelief at what he was staring at.

Sylvia designed two Gothic Arch Greenhouses. One is a garden room and the other is a modern retreat. The well-made conservatory was uniquely designed to cater to Erik’s needs. The shape matched and complimented the layout of their new home. It had an aluminum exterior with a wooden interior in Spanish cedar wood. It housed a vast selection of decorative elements and greenery.

“Baby…what the fuck? When did you—when did you have the time—”

Erik was speechless. Y/N couldn’t contain her excitement. She was overjoyed by Erik’s reaction.

“Go on! Go inside!”

Erik walked into the garden section of the greenhouse like a kid in a candy store. Y/N gave him room to explore. He named all the greenery, flowers, and succulents, amazed at what Y/N put together for him.

“I have my own greenhouse…this is so wild…”

“I made sure to have all of your mother’s favorites planted…”

Erik nodded his head, “I see…”

He actually stopped to smell the flowers. Y/N followed him around the garden relishing in his silence. She knew he was remembering his mother. All the stories of their little greenhouse.

“Got the well-drained, rocky, sandy soil…these hydrangeas look exactly how I remembered…gotta make sure we water them regularly…peace lilies! She loved these…”

Erik paused to gaze out at the many beautiful flowers and plants. Y/N settled next to him and Erik wrapped a hand around her waist.

“I don’t even have the words to describe how thankful I am to have you in my life…this is such a special gift…”

“Anything for you…you still gotta see the other side.”

Y/N opened a door that led them straight into the other side of the greenhouse. It was the perfect outdoor lounge area to retreat to on a hot day. Erik especially loved the interior design. He could come out and have a beer while admiring the nature surrounding him. He would propose to Y/N right now if he could. Erik picked her up and gave her a passionate, fiery kiss with some tongue. He stumbled over to one of the sofas and made her sit side saddle on his lap as he continued tonguing her down.

Erik was on a roll. She tried slowing him down by touching his face and pulling back a bit. Y/N looked at him with deep desire and love. Erik’s chest heaved up and down like he was trying to catch his breath. He wanted Y/N bad.

“You’re going to Australia with me. It’s not a request. I need you there…”

“Okay—” Erik stopped her from talking with his lips. She melted into his frenzied kisses again.

"You’re going crazy, aren’t you?" she asked with a chuckle, but his hands were on her nape pushing her head back to him so his mouth could continue ravaging hers.

His heightened sexual need flowed into her and when their lips separated for a moment, Erik groaned so hard she thought he was in pain. Their mouths collided again and Y/N whimpered while Erik grunted from the mewling sounds coming from her as their necks shifted from left to right for a while. When Erik started sucking on her tongue, his hand reached up and clutched at her breast and his touch made her squirm in his lap.

“You keep moving on my dick like that…Keep it up.” Erik warned.

“It’s your fault, I could cum right now just from your kisses,” Y/N whispered against his lips.

“That pussy wet? I wanna feel that wet pussy…”

His hand snaked up her dress and he slipped her thong aside to feel just how wet she was. He groaned and his eyes rolled shut. Y/N loved that look on his face. She loved that her pussy made him look and feel so desperate. Erik strokes her clit to a nice, hard bud and then he slipped a finger down to tease her opening. He tapped it with his middle finger and her back arched. Curling two fingers, he pushed up inside of her deeply, drowning her moans with his lips.

“Tight fuckin’ pussy…”

His words were punctuated with each stroke of his long, thick digits in her creamy cavern. Y/N buried her face into his neck, moaning weakly and inhaling the scent of his cologne. She could hear her pussy making noise around his middle and ring finger. She just knew she was making a mess all over him.

“Daddy gon’ fuck you real good…you deserve it baby…you deserve all of it.”

“Erik!” Y/N gasped, “Right there…”

“You ain’t gotta tell me this wet puss cumming. Just do that shit…do it…do it…do it…”

“Oh my gosh!”

Y/N’s chest thrust out and Erik licked her sweaty neck. She kept squirming all over his erection. That movement made him pry her legs open further. He reached up under her dress and pulled hard on her thong. She felt it rip in his hands and he lifted her up from his lap. Y/N stood up as he fumbled with his belt and the zipper on his pants. His tapered locs fell over his forehead making him look more powerful and sexy. She could feel the frustration coming from him when he couldn't get his pants unfastened quick enough.

When he finally released his stiffness, he shoved her dress up higher on her hips and didn't even give her a chance to think before he was making her sink her pussy down on him. Hands full of ass, Y/N wrapping an arm around his shoulders with her other hand fisting the front of his shirt, he thrust up into her, drilling her pussy ferociously. She bounced in his lap and threw her head back with a bite of her lip.

Erik needed to get up in her better. He twirled her on his dick so she could straddle his waist. Y/N gripped the back of the sofa, the straps of her dress falling from her shoulders. Erik pushed her dress down further and yanked her strapless bra down, titties swaying from the force. He latched onto a nipple while one hand wrapped her braids around his fist for leverage, causing her neck to extend. He started beating that pussy up again.

Erik popped a titty out of his mouth, "I couldn't wait for this dinner to be over, girl. Looking at you in this fuckin’ dress...I needed to be in my pussy," he said.

“Erik…fuuckkkkk…”

Each and every time he craved her the same as the first encounter. Y/N felt her lower back pop each time his dick thrusted up deep. She dug her nails into the back of the sofa harder. He feasted on her titties so good she was seeing the galaxy.

“Can’t…take…it…”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Erik barked out, “Ima make you take it.”

Y/N’s walls clenched up tight and she froze above him in suspended ecstasy. Her body shuddered against Erik’s solid chest and he slowed down his movements to give her a second to recover.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

Erik maneuvered Y/N onto her back and stood to remove his shirt and pants. Fully naked, body built and ready to fuck, he spread her legs at an odd angle and got down to eat her pussy. Erik wasted no time sucking on her clit. He sucked away as much cream as he could. Y/N dug her heels into his back and sat up to grab his hair. She watched him with a mixture of awe and delight eat her pussy. He had his whole mouth between her folds working overtime to make her cum in his mouth.

“Daddy…feels so good…huhhhuuhhhh! Keep doing it like that!” Y/N cried out.

She could hear his incessant slurping. She could feel his big lips. That skillful tongue. Her eyes crossed and her mouth dropped open.

“Mhm…mhm…”

That’s all he said. He didn’t have to say anything else. Y/N was creaming in his mouth. She almost scalped Erik with how hard she pulled on his hair. Erik removed his face from her sweet pussy and when he stood up his dick looked longer and thicker from her position on the sofa. Y/N sat up and took Erik’s big dick in her mouth hungrily.

“Damn, baby girl…”

He still had remnants of her pussy juice on his mouth and his facial hair. Each breath he took he could smell her pussy on his upper lip. It kept him bricked up in her jaws. She sucked all ten inches and tugged on his balls with her pussy spread open and titties out. Erik slapped her pussy lips so he could hear that wet and gushy sound he loved.

“That’s right, suck daddy up like that. Lookin’ real sexy with dick down your throat, girl. Ima gloss them pretty lips up with my fuckin’ nut…”

All he could think about was making her his wife. She was the total package. She was slurping him up so good Erik had to shake his head. Shit felt amazing. His pretty little slut. The girl he worked hard to make his.

“I love you so much, baby…uhuhhhhhhghh—”

Three more sucks and Erik’s dick was pulsating and spitting into her throat. His hips flexed with his release and Y/N’s sultry eyes connected with his. Erik’s lips poked out and his brows snapped together from the intensity of his release.

It was time to take this shit to their new bed and break it in.

Erik helped Y/N up and she undressed, leaving their clothes on the sofa in the greenhouse. They walked with Erik pressed against her back and his lips attacking her neck. She still had her heels on. Good. He loved the way it made her legs look. They made it inside and Erik stopped her just before they could reach the stairs. He pressed her back against the wall and started kissing her again. Y/N dragged her nails down Erik’s sweaty biceps. Erik pulled away reluctantly and then he rubbed her lips with his thumb before placing it in her mouth to suck.

“You ready for daddy to fuck you some more?”

“Mhm,” Y/N replied with a nod of her head while chewing on her bottom lip.

Y/N pushed away from him weakly and she started climbing the stairs. She looked back at him with those come-fuck-me-eyes and Erik raked his eyes up and down that body. He couldn’t take it. His dick was bouncing between his legs all hard. Erik caught up to her and Y/N gasped.

This man was about to dig her guts out on the steps. They didn’t even make it to the bed. The sight of her walking on wobbly legs and that big ass in his face he had to listen to what his dick wanted. It wanted more pussy. Erik gripped her waist and placed her on the steps.

She just let him get his pussy. He pushed her knees back and thrust into her pussy with her back digging into the steps. It was skin slapping, hard pounding. Y/N weakly grabbed at Erik’s arms but his constant motion had her losing her grip.

“I’m fucking this pussy up!” Erik growled in her ear, “Pussy just swallowing my dick all up…that’s why I can’t pull out now…”

“FUUUCK!”

“Damn, tugging on this dick…yanking on this pole like that…nasty bitch…”

Y/N drew in a sharp breath as her body convulsed with her release. Erik with his undeniable strength picked Y/N up and as he climbed the stairs he bounced her on his dick. Her toes curled and a series of emotions painted her face. Shock, lust, dumbfounded. He was screwing her brains out. They finally made it inside the room and Erik didn’t even bother turning on the lights. The light from the hall was enough. Erik’s dick slipped out of her and he put Y/N on her stomach.

“Bring that ass up…you know how I like it, baby girl. I told you I’m fucking you good tonight…”

“Umph,” Y/N arched her back. She could feel her pussy lips quivering with anticipation, “Like this, daddy?”

“Uh-huhhh,” Erik popped her on the ass, “Just like that. And keep that ass there. Don’t make me fuckin’ mad…”

“I won’t!”

Erik spread her cheeks and used his hips to sink inside. He went in nice and slow so she could feel every…single…inch.

“Oooh!”

“Yep,” Erik did it again, causing her pussy to queef, “It’s long ain’t it?”

“Fucking YES! So damn big! I love this big dick!”

“Show me you love it. Bring that pussy down on this dick.”

Y/N gripped the sheets and started fucking him. She threw it back and cried into the sheets. Erik would pop her cheeks if she didn’t go all the way down. He would even thrust forward to meet her backwards strokes if she didn’t behave. A sharp, single thrust that had her begging for him to stop.

“Cream all over this dick, lemme see it…good…fuckin’…girl…such a good girl…”

“Erik…”

Y/N froze with her climax. Her brain was fuzzy and she didn’t know if she had more left to give. Erik rubbed her cheeks and then he dragged his hands up to grab her by the hips. His thrusts increased to a back-breaking pace.

“Look at me…”

Y/N looked back at Erik.

“I love you.”

“I–lo–love you–too—UHH!”

“My nuts tight, baby…I’m finna nut in you—”

Erik pulled Y/N into his body, grabbed her neck from the front, and buried his face into her hair while he clapped them cheeks. Her eyes crossed and her mouth dropped open. He moaned into her hair, the type of moans to cum to.

“Uhhh…huhhh…ughhh…ahhhh…mmm…”

He sounded so damn sexy. Hips pistoning out of control, Erik painted her tight walls with his cum. When the tremors wore off, he slipped out of her and fell back against the bed. Y/N snuggled closer to him and rested her head against his sweaty chest. She stared down at Erik’s dick with their mixture of fluids. He rubbed on her sweaty back.

“You weren’t playing with me,” Y/N said with a grin.

“You know how I do, baby…I get you right every time.”

“Yes you do…”

——————

One Week Later:

They traveled across the Great Victoria Desert that stretched from eastern West Australia to the western half of South Australia, making it Australia’s largest desert. It’s a sand-ridge desert with many low, frequently tangled sand dunes and lunettes bordering playa lakes. There are few creeks and rocky outcroppings. Gibber plans can also be found. Eucalypt open woodlands, mulga woodlands, and acacia shrublands, are among the vegetation types found in the Great Victoria Desert. Habitats have largely remained undisturbed. Animals such as desert skinks, sand goanna, and hornbills occupied the desert among other things.

Four desert ATV’s traveled in sync towards their destination. Erik Stevens with a black bandanna on his head, aviator shades shielding his eyes from swirling sand, stood up in his seat, taking in the view. He was dressed in a washed-blue Henley with khaki cargo pants and steel toe, Timberland hiking boots in a brown color. Y/N sat with a desert scarf covering her braids and face, shades over her eyes. She wore a long-sleeve, fitted white top with camouflage cargos that hugged her hips and ass. She had a pair of HOKA hiking boots on her feet in a teal color. She gazed out over the vast area, happy that she came along.

“Alright there, bloke?!”

A fellow environmentalist named Parker was controlling the ATV to their destination. Parker had sandy brown hair and forest green eyes. Erik replied with a thumbs up and a smile.

“Your lady?!”

Erik looked down at Y/N to check on her. She lifted her shades and winked at him playfully.

“She’s perfect!” Erik replied.

“Almost there! Ten minutes!”

“You seeing all this, baby?!”

“Yeah!” Y/N shouted.

It was beautiful. She was going to enjoy this. Bret was in the first ATV with his mistress; Jane and the other two ATV’s were packed with other engineers including Michelle. They finally arrived in an area filled with tents. Their ATV slowed to a dirt, swirling stop and Erik jumped out. He opened Y/N’s door and helped her out. Erik led her towards the area and Y/N watched the others exiting their vehicles. She noticed Michelle straight away. She was wearing a form-fitting leotard in a sage color. She was too busy shaking her curls out because of the sand. Something must have touched her arm—some insect. She leaped away and started squealing. Y/N giggled to herself.

Stupid bitch.

“How was the ride over?”

One of the new environmental engineers that replaced Connie; Aaron, was walking over to Erik. He’s the youngest of the bunch and Erik spoke about him a lot. He said he reminded him of how he was. Aaron was tall and lanky with a curly fro and light-brown eyes. His wide grin was enough to let Y/N know that he had a good time.

“Great! Really great!” Aaron replied.

“My CFO, are you ready?”

Bret approached Erik and shook his hand firmly. Jane lingered in the background on her phone and Michelle stood beside Bret, her eyes giving Y/N a quick once over.

“All ready, boss. Let’s get to it.”

Bret held his hand out to Y/N, “Nice to see you again, beautiful. This guy still treating you right?”

“Oh, yeah! Nothing to worry about, “ Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand affectionately.

They all walked towards the area and a short, pudgy man with balding hair dressed like he was ready to wrestle crocodiles and a tall, fair-skinned biracial woman with close-cropped hair wearing a denim top with denim shorts, a bandanna around her neck, and hiking boots on her feet waved to them.

“Arvo! Welcome to Australia! I’m Jeanie,” she walked down a line shaking all their hands.

“And I’m Robert.”

“Let’s talk shop! I have a tent set up here with beverages and snacks until you all get back to your resort.”

Y/N followed closely behind Erik into a tent with fans circulating. She exhaled a longing breath that she would be able to cool down. Everyone got settled and introduced themselves to others in the room before getting down to business. Erik got up to present with Bret to the group. They had an entire presentation layout and Bret allowed Erik to have the floor.

“Hundreds of fires burnt, mainly in the southeast of the country, until about May of 2020. The most severe is happening as of recent, in 2022, peaking from December to January. The fires burnt an estimated 24.3 million hectares, destroying over three-thousand buildings, and killed almost one hundred people. AECOM is aware of the natural disasters happening here in Australia. Including the most recent—flooding. We would love to extend our support and partner with you on future projects. You’ve seen our constant pursuit in rebuilding Sudan and other parts of Africa. Allow us to pitch a hand at making sure the surrounding habitats and wildlife are safe…”

Erik had this knack for captivating an audience. It didn’t take long for the Australian environmentalists to be on board. This was much smoother than their Alaska trip. Erik opened the floor for questions, and he answered each one honestly and intelligently. Y/N found herself falling back into old habits of writing down important information. After all, he didn’t bring his new assistant. They took a break from working hard to mingle. Y/N helped herself to some Aussie Bites and water, taking a seat at an empty table while Erik did his thing.

“Mind if I join you…”

Y/N glanced up at Michelle and Jane making themselves comfortable at Y/N’s table.

Then what was the point in asking?

“Sure,” Y/N replied dryly.

“How’s everything, Y/N? Been good?” Jane asked.

“Yeah. Finally getting to do what I love and make a difference, you know?”

“What exactly do you do?” Michelle questions.

“I have a non-profit for environmental impact. I designed different clothes and partnered with other eco-friendly brands to boost my work…”

“How interesting. I’m sure Erik is pleased. Mr. Carbon Footprint…”

Y/N internally cringed at that nickname.

“If you don’t mind me asking…did you two hook up while you were working at AECOM?”

Jane looked at Y/N out the corner of her eye. She knew not to chime in. She was currently fucking the CEO. Just had his offspring three months prior.

“I do mind actually.” Y/N quipped.

Michelle narrowed her eyes threateningly. Jane could sense the tension.

“Y/N, I love your nails, very pretty,” Jane pointed to Y/N’s almond-shaped pinky-nude nails.

“Thanks, Jane.”

She could tell that Michelle was jealous. Envious of her relationship with Erik. A bitter bitch.

“I’ll see yall around,” Y/N stood up when she noticed Erik was ready to get back to work.

After another hour of planning their short work trip, they all hopped back into their designated ATV’s and made their way back to the resort. Y/N couldn’t wait to take a long bath and snuggle beneath the luxury sheets.

“Today and tomorrow will be work days for me. On our last day here, I have something special planned for us.”

Y/N leaned into Erik while they were on their ride back to the resort.

“A surprise?! All for me?!” Y/N replied with a giddy smile.

“All for you! It’s a surprise though. No guessing.”

“Unlike you, I adore surprises.”

It took them a total of forty minutes to get back and when they did Y/N didn’t waste time leaving the ATV. She was covered in sand and her skin felt itchy. They were staying at the Crowne Plaza Adelaide—a contemporary haven located in the city’s vibrant East End. It had spectacular views of the city and the famed Adelaide Hills from South Australia’s tallest building. Their things were taken in on trolleys while everyone checked in. It felt good to walk in and not have to sneak around.

“We have a King premium with a city view…”

Y/N accepted her keycard and Erik insisted that he could take their belongings to the room. They both took the elevators to one of the top floors and Y/N made her way to the room to hold the door open for Erik.

“This is nice…”

Their suite gave them a glorious view of the dazzling city. There’s a walk-in shower, with other hotel amenities and the bed looked nice and cozy with lots of space.

“How do you like it so far? You think we got a shot?”

“I do. They seem on board with it all. I believe they will accept your offer.” Y/N replied encouragingly.

“I hope so. I worked hard on this. Bret was ready to pull the plug but I pushed him to keep going.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik and rest her chin on his chest, staring up into his cognac eyes fringed with thick lashes.

“You got this, daddy…you always do. You’re the best thing to ever happen to AECOM. Bret wouldn’t be able to function without you. You could be the CEO and really show ‘em how it’s done…”

“Hmm, CEO, huh?” Erik cracked a dimpled smile.

“The best CEO. You’d take this company to soaring heights. You’d be a legend…”

Erik peered into Y/N’s eyes longingly. He lowered his head and kissed her, smiling against her lips.

“Shower,” Y/N tried to pull away from Erik but he had a tight hold on her, “We’re filthy!”

“Okay…”

Y/N got undressed and trekked that beautiful body into the bathroom with a seducing sway of her hips. Erik waited until she turned on the shower before opening one of his bags. He grabbed a black velvet box and checked to make sure she wasn’t in sight before opening it. Erik stared down at a white gold halo engagement ring with a 0.76 carat diamond. He studied it carefully to make sure it didn’t have any damage to it from travel.

A nervous sensation formed at the pit of his gut. He shut the box softly and then he released a shaky breath before turning to place the ring back in his bag.

“Erik?—”

He shot up from his bag quickly. Y/N was standing in the doorway in her naked glory, staring at Erik with a skeptical eye.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. All good. Just grabbing some briefs and a tank to throw on afterwards…”

“Oh, you won’t be needing that daddy,” Y/N gave him a sly smirk, “I want some dick.”

Erik’s eyes roamed her body. Her words had his dick chubbing up quick. He quickly removed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

—————

After two days of lackluster activity, it was finally their last day in Australia and the day of Y/N’s surprise. Erik made a room service order for breakfast instead of meeting Bret and the others downstairs. Their second day in Australia required a lot of touring and outdoor activity. Y/N joined them on the first half of the day, but Erik asked her to stay behind until he got back. He set up an entire day of relaxation for her. She went to the spa, and had a personal driver take her out for a bit of shopping and lunch. When Erik returned, they ordered food into the suite and sat in bed naked while watching Love Island.

Y/N was still sound asleep when their breakfast arrived. Erik grabbed their cart of food and set it up on a table for them to enjoy. He stepped over her designer shopping bags and returned to bed, climbing in carefully. Y/N’s serene face glowed in the morning sun that peeked through the slightly drawn curtains, bohemian knotless braids scattered across the pillow. Erik smiled, brushing his knuckles against her warm cheek. She was beautiful beyond words.Y/N stirred and stretched her limbs. Erik felt her lashes flutter against his chest before she let out a gentle sigh.

“Morning,” she murmured against his solid chest.

“Morning, Angel,” Erik leaned in to kiss her cheek, “I ordered us breakfast.

“Thank you.”

Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked up at Erik.

“Waking up to your face every morning just does something to me,” Y/N said.

Erik stroked Y/N’s bare arm, “I’m happy to have that effect on you…”

Y/N giggled before sitting up fully. She was naked beneath the sheets. Erik stole a kiss from her before climbing out of bed. Y/N excused herself to the bathroom and earned a slap to the ass while she brushed past Erik. It didn't take Y/N long to return. She was wearing her robe open. They tucked into their food and Y/N looked across the table at Erik with a questioning look on her face. He didn’t realize how hard he’d been staring at her.

“Erik, what’s up with you?”

He knew what was up with him but he couldn’t say at the moment.

“I’m just…happy to be here with you. I love you.”

“Aww, love you too, babe.”

Erik tried to settle his nerves while eating. He swore he wouldn’t be nervous about the proposal. But the reality of it all, and seeing this beautiful woman in front of him, he couldn’t calm down. In his heart, he knew she would say yes.

“Erik, did you hear me?”

“…huh?”

Y/N forked some of her eggs, “Are you worried about the Australia deal?”

“…Ever since I became CFO, I’ve done nothing but worry.”

“I’m gonna have to fix that…”

Y/N took a sip of her orange juice and stood up, making her way over to Erik. Erik watched her drop down on her knees in front of him, fumbling with his briefs. She looked up at him with a smirk.

“Take these off.” She whispered.

Erik chuckled before raising his hips, lowering his briefs. He was semi-hard and hanging over his balls. Y/N gripped him and started slowly stroking him to full capacity. She never took her eyes off of him. Erik’s eyes remained locked on hers.

“When I first laid eyes on you…when you walked into that office…something told me you were special…and I was correct…”

Erik parted his lips, revealing his tongue that swiped his bottom lip.

“I would watch you from my cubicle…peeking at you while you talked through your Bluetooth…played with your Rubik's cube…pace back and forth while studying your paperwork…I started developing a little crush on you…”

Erik had never been told any of this. His dick evolved in her hand in a matter of seconds. Veins protruding, tip seeping precum, and shaft rigid.

“…but I knew that it wasn’t right…I knew I shouldn’t have those thoughts…but the more we connected, the more I wanted to see what it would be like to kiss you…and touch you…” Y/N stroked his tip with her thumb, “I’m so happy that you felt the same…I just wish it was you first and not him…”

Y/N peppered soft kisses along his dick. Erik closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her soft lips on his hard dick. One of his hands rose to stroke her head. She started moaning with each kiss. Erik opened his eyes and watched Y/N sink her tight lips around him. Erik gripped the arms of the chair to control the urge to force her head down on his dick.

“Fuck…baby…that feels so good…”

His feet slid across the carpet. His pecs jumped. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip. The slow sucking had him in a whirlwind. She was showing him with that talented throat of hers just how much she loved him. Their eyes connected and Erik almost bust on her uvula with that look she gave him. Such a nasty girl.

His brows knitted together each time she would focus on his tip. He was so close. She increased her pace and Erik couldn’t take it anymore. He palmed the back of her head and bounced her slutty mouth on his big dick. The gawk gawk gawk gawk grew louder and louder. Erik bit down hard on his pouty bottom lip, quads flexing and hips levitating from the chair.

“Fuck baby…dats it…uhhhhhh…drink this nut…drink this nut down…..huuuuuuuhhhhhh….”

Y/N emptied him like a insatiable woman. No cum left behind. She sat back and licked her lips. Erik held his dick at the base and watched Y/N tongue away a trail of cum from his tip.

“I needed that bad,” Erik threw his head back and laughed.

“I know you did!”

Y/N stood up and Erik grabbed her hand, pulling her onto his lap. He tongue kissed her nice and sloppy. That had her pussy good and wet, he knew that for sure.

“My turn.” Erik whispered.

He picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed. Y/N spread her thighs and then with one hand she stroked her clit to tease him. Erik crawled up onto the bed and Y/N pressed her foot against his chest. Erik playfully nibbled on her toes and his teeth grazed up her leg until he was situated between her thighs and staring into her wet flower. He strong-armed her legs to keep them out of his way, and then he used his tongue to savor her taste. Y/N threaded her fingers through his tapered locs.

“Eat that pussy…yes…”

Erik flicked her clit with his tongue at just the right angle that had Y/N squeezing his head with her thighs. Erik forced her thighs open and with furrowed brows and his eyes closed in bliss, he sucked and licked all over her puss. Y/N wiggled beneath his attack to her folds.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ERIK!”

Her nipples were hard, her clit twitched against his tongue, she looked pleasantly ruined. Erik added two fingers and sucked her clit into his mouth while finger-fucking her. Y/N sat up on her elbows to watch him. He looked up at her, watching her come undone. She moaned so angelic it was music to his ears. Her legs quaked from her orgasm and Erik kissed her pussy.

“Good girl…”

He made his way up to her and before he reached her lips, he sucked on her nipples. Y/N hooked her leg beneath his and forced him onto his back. Erik looked up at her with wide eyes. She reached down and pointed his dick at her pussy. Erik popped her on the ass.

“Get down on this dick…”

Y/N turned reverse cowgirl so Erik could have a better view. She threw her braids over her shoulder, looked back at Erik, and sank that good pussy down on his big dick. Erik was dizzy from the up and down motion of her ass. Her cheeks clapped against his hips. She moaned and talked her shit, taking what’s hers. What will be hers forever.

“You fuck this dick, baby. Get yours…”

“This my big, fuckin’ dick…”

“Show me…keep showing daddy…good girl..”

“Uhuh, I’m your good girl…no other bitch can fuck you like I can—”

“Gahdamn, baby…”

Erik gave her two appreciative slaps to her cheeks. She was correct. Ain’t no other like her.

“I can feel that dick getting bigger in me…pressing against my walls…you wanna cum?”

Erik groaned, “Make me cum.”

“What do I get for making daddy’s big dick cum? Do I get a present?”

You’re getting a ring on your finger and a baby in your womb fucking with me.

“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want…fuck…I’m close…”

Y/N bounced harder. Erik’s body seized up. He extended his neck and grunted deeply. Erik’s dick pulsated deep within her, covering every ounce of that lethal pussy with milky-white jizz. He was spent. She wore his ass out. Y/N leaned forward so Erik’s dick could slip out. He watched her push his cum out that wet ass pussy and he almost fucked her again.

“Nasty bitch…”

Y/N giggled, turning to lay next to Erik.

“The food is probably cold…”

“We’ll microwave it in a minute…let me rest my eyes…”

——————l

They sat in the back of a chauffeured car on the way to their surprise destination. Erik gripped Y/N’s hand tightly, admiring how beautiful she looked in one of the new dresses she purchased. It was an emerald green, strapless, ruffled fringe dress. She wore the Van Cleef and Apels earring, necklace, and bracelet set he purchased for her birthday. His favorite heels were on her feet and so was an anklet with his name on it. She covered her beautiful brown skin with a body shimmer that glittered in the light.

Erik wore a Ralph Lauren tailored velvet suit jacket in emerald with a white button down and a black bow tie and black slacks. Dior Derby dress shoes were on his feet, and he accessorized with a custom made Eliantte diamond watch and pinky rings. His locs were braided back—Y/N did it for him. Y/N remained blindfolded the entire ride. They arrived to take a jet and Erik hopped out, jogging around to open Y/N’s door for her. He held his hand out for her to take and she grabbed it.

He removed her blindfold and Y/N opened her eyes, staring at a personal jet. It was one of the best in Australia.

“Erik?!!! A jet?!!! Where are you taking me?!!!”

Erik smiled at her excitement. He grabbed her hand to stop her movements, leading her over towards the jet. He had her climb on first so he could make sure she didn’t fall. They settled in their seats and while the pilot prepared for take off, an attendant sauntered over to fill their glasses with champagne. Y/N stared across at Erik with glee.

“This is bringing back memories…”

Erik laughed, “Some of the best memories we’ve created. I don’t know though…tonight might top that…”

Y/N squinted her eyes at Erik.

“What do you have planned, Sir?”

“Drink your champagne.”

Y/N poured her lip, reaching for her drink.

“How long till we get there?”

“About an hour. Hour and a half…”

They stared down from the clouds at Australia below. Erik needed the distraction. He was too tense. Y/N kept him calm with her stories. He loved listening to her talk. They were descending after an hour and fifteen and Erik had to take a deep, calming breath. His jaw tensed as he unbuckled himself. He made sure Y/N was straight before they both exited the jet. Another car was waiting for them.

They entered the SUV and Erik made sure to put her blindfold back on before stealing a kiss. He squeezed her hand affectionately, staring out the window. His heart pounded against his rib cage. He could feel his hands sweating and shaking slightly. Y/N didn’t question it thankfully. The SUV slowed to a stop outside of their destination. Erik exited the car and held a hand up to the driver, stopping him from opening Y/N’s door. They left the car and Erik pressed forward, pausing directly in front of the entrance to their memorable evening.

“Okay…we’re here.”

Erik looks down at Y/N, taking her in before removing the blindfold.

“Open your eyes.”

She opened them on his command, and her hands went up to cover her mouth in shock. She stared at him with wide, shiny eyes. Erik smiled down at her fondly. There were people holding the doors open for them to enter.

“Erik…the aquarium?! We’re having dinner here?! This is so cool!”

She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik wrapped his arms around her waist, swaying her from side-to-side. He closed his eyes and planted a kiss on her neck.

Erik reserved the entire AQWA Aquarium in Western Australia. One of the best in Australia with an underground journey along their coastline. It has stunning exhibits and iconic creatures. Erik rented out the entire dining area for the evening and booked a photographer. They climbed the stairs carefully, greeting the workers at the door. Y/N took in everything with a bright smile.

They were given a guide to take them throughout certain areas before they had dinner. Y/N held Erik’s hand, stroking it with her thumb. He looked down at her and she met his gaze with loving eyes. It was an aquatic paradise. So many marine animals and colors. Y/N pressed her face closer to the glass, eyes wide and filled with thrill. Erik admired the way the motion of the water created patterns against her brown skin. He couldn’t wait to travel the world with her. His fingers grazed the ring box in his pocket with anticipation the further they traveled.

They made a pit stop at a gift shop and Erik purchased a large, dolphin stuffed animal for her as a souvenir. After an hour and some minutes, they finally entered the dining area. It was a large, undersea restaurant located sixteen feet below sea level. They would be able to enjoy their meal with 180–degree panoramic views of the water above them. Erik pulled out Y/N’s seat directly next to the glass so she could have a closer view. It was a fine dining experience to remember.

“This menu has a lot of seafood on it.” Y/N jokes.

“Says the woman who loves crab legs and salmon.”

“Sorry fishies,” Y/N whispered, “You’re just so GOODT.”

“Finger-licking good,” Erik added with a chef’s kiss.

They enjoyed lobster bisque, crab bites, and shrimp cocktail before their main dishes arrived.

“Let’s toast,” Erik raised his wine glass, “To many memories with you. To traveling the world. To love.”

“Here! Here!”

They clinked glasses and both of them watched each other take a sip.

Their plates of sizzling fish with roasted vegetables and red potatoes arrived. Y/N snapped photos of her plate before taking a bite. It was delicious.

“I love how intimate this is. When did you even have the time to do all of this?”

“I make a way. Took care of it before the trip.” Erik responded.

“You never cease to amaze me, Erik.”

“That’s the plan,” Erik elevated a single brow at her.

“I love you,” Y/N spoke softly.

Erik gave her a half-dimpled smile, “I love you too, baby.”

They finished their meal and Erik made his cue and a photographer was waiting to come out after the final act. Erik shifted in his seat, praying that everything worked out how he planned. He had to draw her attention to the glass.

“Look at all these pretty fish…”

Y/N gazed out at the fish swimming. The photographer started recording the encounter. Erik kept his finger to the glass, pointing at random fish to keep her attention. Music started playing, a saxophone rendition of Whitney Houston’s Saving All My Love For You. Y/N swayed in her seat, singing along to the love song. Erik watched her with glossy eyes.

“Baby, baby, look…”

He pointed to a diver making his way towards them. Y/N’s eyes bugged out in shock. The diver settled in front of her underwater. They waved their hand to her, and Y/N waved back. De’Ree I’m Kissing You started playing. Y/N giggled at the choice of song, since Romeo and Juliet was one of her favorite movies and the scene where Romeo looks at Juliet through the fish tank makes her cry. The diver pulled out a peace of paper, Y/N trying to make out what it said.

Erik watched her with a penetrating stare. The paper unfolded and the words were clear as day.

Y/N L/N Will You Marry Me?

She looked at Erik across that table. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth first. Erik stood as the song began to fade out, making his way towards her. The photographer drew in closer, Erik dropping down on one knee. Y/N gripped the arm of the dining chair with one hand while the other covered her mouth, eyes flooded with tears and shoulders slightly bouncing as she cried.

Where are you now?

Where are you now?

‘Cause I’m kissing you

I’m kissing you, oh…

“Erik…oh my god,” Y/N sobbed, “oh my god…”

He opened the box. Y/N weeped harder. Erik lowered his head to wipe his own eyes.

Marry me, Y/N,” he blurts out with a shaky voice.

“Erik…” She was in pure disbelief. Even after he expressed to her countless times how much he loved her. The song replaying again made the moment more beautiful.

“…Because I love you,” he says, staring up at her and taking her hand in his, “and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up seein’ your face every morning. I want you to be the mother of my children, I want to see the world with you. I want to climb mountains with you and be challenged by you, I want to argue with you just so we can have crazy, hot, makeup sex…”

Y/N laughed at that last part as her tears fell. She was so stunned that all she could do was stare down at him on his knee, the white gold halo engagement ring with a 0.76 carat diamond brilliantly blinding her.

“…Marry me, because without you I’d be lost….and because I love your family like they’re my own…and because you’re my best friend and I want to grow old with you.” He starts tearing up, and it’s shocking because she’s never seen him cry. “Marry me, Y/N, because all I could ever think about since the Alaska trip was making you my wife. Say yes, Y/N.”

Y/N was blown away by the shock of it all. The big rock that he was proposing to her with, his meaningful words, how she was not expecting such a beautiful and heartfelt moment. She’d loved aquariums since she was a kid. Erik took careful consideration into making sure it was all perfect for her. To have a man like this in her life…she burst with happiness and tears leaked from her eyes even more. Y/N covered her face with both hands and bent forward, body shaking from the uncontrollable crying she was doing.

She could go on and on about how amazing Erik is; her Office Bae. He set the tone. He stepped up when her ex couldn’t even do that after so much time together.

He defended, protected, encouraged, and would carry the planet on his back for her. She finally removed her hands from her face, makeup still intact thankfully. Y/N straightened herself and fanned her eyes to control the tears. Erik stared up at her with tears in his eyes and a smile.

“HELL YES!!!!!!!”

Y/N jumped up and down, spun around, threw her arms up. Erik finally stood up and he couldn’t contain his joyful laughter. She held her hand out and he gently took her delicate hand in his, the breathtaking ring sliding down her fourth finger, a perfect fit like Cinderella’s glass slipper. He’s her Prince Charming.

“YES! YES! YES! YES!”

Throwing her arms over his shoulders, Erik’s arms circled her waist and he spun her around like a princess in fairytale endings. The photographer worked overtime snapping photos. Y/N stretched her hand out to admire the engagement ring, a cheesy smile on her face. She was all teeth and gums. Erik peppered kisses along her cheek while still holding her up off of the floor.

“I love you so much, I’m so fucking happy that you said yes,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone.

“It was always going to be a yes, baby! I’m so happy you came into my life…”

Erik finally put her down and he watched her admire and gawk at the size of the diamond. He chucked at her shocked expression, unable to keep his hands to himself. He gripped her waist, pulled her closer, and kissed her forehead.

“To forever with you…” Y/N said, looking up at him with a smile, “I love you, baby.”

Y/N grabbed his face and Erik leaned down, kissing her passionately. His tongue smoothed over hers in a sensual dance. Hearts racing, they both smile against each other's lips. She couldn’t wait to start their life together.

Mrs. Stevens had a ring to it.

Where are you now?

Where are you now?

‘Cause I’m kissing you

I’m kissing you, oh….

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[blublurz]

900 words. sonic the hedgehog/gender-neutral reader.

Competitive isn't the word you'd use to describe yourself.

Driven, motivated, obnoxiously ambitious - but never competitive. It's not nearly as strong of a word needed to properly define how you played in gear riding, especially with such a plentiful prize. The number of zeroes following the coins offered was enough to make you feel dizzy.

Maybe, just maybe, that dizzy feeling is what caused the crash in the first place, though that accidental shove from Storm certainly had something to do with it too.

The on-field medic had said it wasn't anything terrible. It was a bad friction burn and it hurt if you moved several of your joints a few degrees in any direction, but nothing was broken so you'd count it as a win in your book.

The damage done was bad enough that the med-tent to the side of the starting line wasn't enough. Visiting an actual doctor took longer than you would have liked, but you were back in your hotel room soon enough. Other riders had stopped by after the race and everything that followed had finally ended late into the night. Some brought teddy bears and flowers while others brought gossip and news, neither of which you particularly cared for given your current condition, but you thanked them all the same.

Stuck on bedrest and forced to scroll through the same five travel channels the television offered, boredom was quick to creep his claws into your shoulders and dig them in viciously. What else could you do? Certainly not look around the city you’ve been dying to visit since finding out it was home to one of the tracks for the prix, that was what.

A groan forces itself out of your throat.

“Knock, knock.”

Already pushing his way inside your room before you can get the motivation to habitually answer “come in,” Sonic pokes his head inside the room with a grin that can only be read as no good. He’s holding one hand behind his back and is careful to not turn around when he steps in and shuts the door behind him. A younger, less-injured you would have welcomed him in excitedly and asked him what kind of havoc he was looking to cause, but now? Your body was beginning to scream as the painkillers wore off and you could only hope that he read the room. Yeah, you were bored, but that didn’t mean you were looking for anything Sonic-levels of exciting.

“A little birdie told me you were looking down,” the blue blur hums as he sits himself on the edge of your bed. Still careful to not show his hand, Sonic’s sure to lean with you when you curiously try to take a peak. “I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to cheer you up.”

One of your brows raises as you put a stop to your losing game of hide-and-seek, lower back flaring up in pain. “My hero. However shall I repay you?” Your tone, though flat and tired, still holds a playful lilt that makes Sonic’s grin grow wider.

“Don’t thank me yet! You haven’t even seen what I got you!”

“I don’t need to,” you’re quick to huff, slumping back into your headboard of mostly pillows. “As long as it gives me something to do without getting up, I’m thankful.”

Sonic lets out something between a scoff and a laugh as he pulls the gift from his back, free hand wiggling its fingers as though to further entice your interest. He leans forward when you take the box from him, crossing his arms over your shins just so he can rest his chin on them.

Catching your hands when you try setting it down on your thighs, Sonic only smiles when you look around the box and at him. “What’re you doing?”

He's barely able to keep his volume contained to anything below an inside voice. “Don't worry about it! Just open it!”

You roll your eyes but do as told, letting him hold it as your hands work at unraveling the surprisingly intricate bow. There's no doubt he went to Amy or Cream for it. He’s much too impatient to spend more than a minute perfecting the coils of the ribbon and the wrapping was too crisply done for him to take the time making sure each corner was perfectly folded.

Carefully picking at the tape, pulling apart the wrapping paper, and lifting the flaps of the box, you let out a quiet sigh at the sight. You're met with a get well soon card, a stuffed animal that looks an awful lot like him, and a couple packs of chocolate.

Finding there's tissue paper packed at the bottom of it after placing each gift to the side, you hum.

“You should totally take it out,” Sonic whispers.

“And if I don't?”

“I’d be suuuper disappointed.”

Your laughs grow louder as you do as told, tossing the tissue to the side just to unveil him beaming ear-to-ear. Of course this was the gift he'd been planning to give you, because what better gift was there from him than him?

Dropping the box to the floor before nudging pillows and bears out of the way to make room, Sonic doesn't hesitate to make himself comfortable in the space against your side. He swipes the remote from where you discarded it on the duvet, swiftly clicking through the channels while you open a pack of sweets.

“Now how about we put something actually good on, yeah?”

[maxiroff]

Thin walls ~ Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Summar: The tin walls makes it possible for Wanda to hear you and Natasha’s “night activities” and can’t help herself.

Paring: Natasha x reader x Wanda

Words: 707

Warnings: Smut, imagining of fucking with strap fingering and cunnilings, fingering, bad writing

Note: This was very rushed so it’s not that good and probably has plenty of errors.

When Wanda first moved in she thought she was lucky to share a floor with you and Natasha. That was before you and Natsaha got together and moved into your room, which was right next to hers. Almost everyday she could hear your “nightly activities”.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help listening. What surprised her was that she thought the roles in your bedroom would be different. But she was pleasantly surprised when she heard you for the first time and you were the one in control.

How you dominated Natasha for countless hours. Fucking her with your tongue fingers and strap. How Nat would whine when you kept teasing her, and how she moaned when you finally let her cum.

The more it happened the more Wanda wished to be with you. She would imagine how she could eat Nat out while you fucked her hard from behind o your cock. How you and Natasha used her as your little toy to pleasure yourself with. How it would feel to have Natasha suck on her brests while you sucked on her clit and finger her at the same time. Curling your fingers at the right time hitter her g-spot and making her cum so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

And today was no different. Your voices through the wall started out as muffled and quiet but soon became loud and clear as time went on.

“Please, Mistress keep playing with my clit. I have been so good today.” Natasha was heard through the wall. “Oh, have you now?” You said in a deep teasing voice.

It turned Wanda on beyond measure when your voice changed. She had taken off her panties and started to rub the outside of her pussy before dipping two of her fingers slightly in her hole gathering arousal. Then dragging her fingers through her lips and up to her clit, circling it lightly.

“Yes, please.” It was followed directly by a loud moan meaning you granted her her wish. Helping her fantasies feel more real she would match her own pace to Natashas moans. Meaning if they stopped she would also stop, despite how annoying it could be.

When Natashas moans increased in volume Wanda increased the speed she was using to rub at her clit.

“Would you like to be filled up by your Mistress fingers too?” “Yes” “Please” Wanda and Natasha answered at the same time. Wanda was so caught up in her own fantasie she didn't register how loud she got.

Her loud moans matched Natashas as she started pumping three fingers inside her. She could feel how her walls pulsed as she continuously hit her g-spot. She was so wet she could hear her own arousal each time she pushed in and out.

“You're doing such a good job baby, being such a good girl for me.” Despite the words not meant for Wanda she took them to heart, also making her walls clench around her fingers and a knot forming in her belly. “Please can I cum Mistress? Please! I’m so close!” She felt her clit throb underneath her thumb and her walls squeezed her fingers.

“Cum!” And she did. Her eyes shut, her back arched and mouth opened in a silent scream. Cum gushed around her fingers, running down her ass and onto the sheets forming a big puddle. When her body relaxed a bit right after the peak of her orgasm she finally let a loud moan escape as the pleasure kept pulsing through her body.

Unfortunately the effect of the orgasm ended earlier then she wished and the guilt began setting in. After each time she felt guilty for her actions as she felt disgusted with herself. Quickly hopping in the shower trying to forget what happened.

On the other side of the wall you and Natasha were cuddling together enjoying the afterbliss. “How about we let her join the next time baby?” You asked in a teasing voice making Nat chuckle and bury her face deeper in your neck.

Whenever this happened Wanda always forgot one thing. If Wanda could hear them through the wall, they of course could hear her too.

[despairat6oclock]

flustered james x male reader ? 👉👈

You gave me too much freedom with this anon....MWAHAHAHA

Falling for Fiction

Synopsis: two book lovers get their own dose of their favorite type of fiction.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 773

Contains: fluff

Warnings: my dream meet-cute.

[m.list]

The weather held a chill that nipped at your nose and sung in your ears. The slight breeze whistling through your hair.

It was the brightest time of day, and you took advantage of the additional add of warmth. Walking to the bookstore right not too far from your flat.

It wasn't a big franchised store. A single mom-and-pop pop-up that has been around longer than you'd even lived in the area.

The store wasn't big in capacity either. The isle only spread enough for one person at a time to comfortably gaze at the beautiful array of stories offered.

You had called earlier, the old lady at the front knowing you by name. Your favorite romance author had just released a new addition to your favorite series, and you just needed to get your hands on it. Even though you would devour its contents by dinner time tonight.

Although, it didn't seem you were the only one. Reaching up, index finger tilting the book’s spine back. A warm, soft hand develops your own. Eyes widening as you look up to another man towering over you; the same flustered look as yours dawning on his features.

Black wired glasses perched on his nose, chocolate hair waved around his forehead and a beautiful flushed smile that enhanced his features with a beautiful light.

A sly smile caresses your lips, your finger sliding down the book's spine as you lean against the bookcase with crossed arms.

“Trying to have your own little meet-cute?”

You tease the gorgeous man, who looks down at his feet as his arms fall to his sides.

“I thought you were reaching for the book besides it.”

“Volume four? I already read it six months ago when it came out.”

You flaunt, head leaning against the hardcover books as the pink cover you both desire looms over you both.

Head lifting as he gazes over your form, a more shy smile lifting the edges of his mouth.

“You're a fan of the series?"

“Obviously, so I clearly deserve-”

The man cuts you off, lips lifting into a teasing grin.

“I met her before.”

“What!”

You exulted, a laugh bubbling at your throat.

“Yeah,” he proudly smiled. “So I obviously deserve it more.”

“What's your name anyways?”

You inquired, rolling your shoulders as you more fully against the shelf.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

You followed, analyzing more about the man in front of you.

James wore a tan overcoat, white turtleneck peeking out along with some forest green trousers. It was like he was a walking Pinterest board of the perfect guy in a bookshop like this one.

“The coffee here's great, you know.”

You hint, looking back up at him. The book above you momentarily forgotten.

“Really?”

James tints his head, arms mimicking yours as he crosses them.

“You've never had it?”

“I'm new to the area, first time here.”

An embarrassing giggle leaves your body before you bite your lip.

“What's your favorite story?”

James wondered, more out loud than he intended. Internally, his mind is searching for every answer to categorize you.

“Like in general? I love a good lovelorn, star-crossed lovers trope.”

“You're a masochist”

James guffawed, before fixing his tone with an awkward tone.

“Just a little.”

You replied, a dose of suggestiveness in your voice that sprinkled James' cheeks with pink.

Reaching over you, James grabs the book you both were here for. Gently flipping and caressing the pages.

“So, are you from the area, then?”

James inquires, his palm laying flat at one of the open pages.

“Yeah”

You hum with amused eyes, your interest peaked with what this man might suggest.

“Maybe you can show me around the best parts of town,”

He starts, slipping the front cover of the book shut with a final look before softly grabbing one of your hands and molding it around the book.

“And maybe I can borrow it after you're done.”

He finishes with a nod, a bright glowing blushed dusting his cheeks before he turns and walks out of the crowded aisle before you could get a word out.

When your mind finishes processing what had just occurred, you jolt up. Searching for James with no avail.

So, you continue your mission to the front count with a slight lump and jump in your heart.

It wasn't until you were curled up on your couch, coffee on the table. Frost dancing designs on your balcony glass door. A record scratching symphonies softly in the back when those few digits scratched and black pen fall out the cover of your new book. James' name at the very top.

[randomalistic]

first off. i can't believe that i already followed you- your spam blog -and didn't know.

second. i literally just had a dream shere i was rambling to someone about turbo using stuff from your essay. apparently it rewired my brain so hard it, and you, manifested in my dreams lol (i even made a bad joke that "you can say he's Turbo-tastic!" hah)

and congratulations on making such great work of art that is the essay, you can feel and hear the love(and hyperfixation) poured into it.

i do wonder tho, what was the hardest part when making it?

I’m so glad you enjoyed it yay :)❤️ and also recognized me from my sneo blog LOL

I feel that so horrendously much. I legit had a dream a few nights ago about someone APPROACHING ME cuz they recognized my voice from the essay (girl get an ego check) but they then said “dude it’s so obvious you’re into him” or something. And I was like. 🧍‍♀️Well you don’t have to say it out loud

Anyways you’re not the only one cuz the video haunts me too. even after its birth.

The hardest part?? Oh Man. Can I say Everything.

There were a few stretches that were REALLY TOUGH. short answer: Entire first half of the video. Also the longer parts like the Manipulation section, Turbo reveal section, and the Cybug King Candy section. I had a lot to say for these and it was tricky to condense it into something Comprehensible

Long answer:

I completely overhauled the entire first half of the video (EVERYTHING before the kart breaking scene) because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing/delivery etc. (Which was a good choice because my arguments were pretty half baked before) but oh my god that was like a week and a half of 7 hour recording and rewriting sessions it was brutal. Especially annoying because those arguments were super old and I was getting sick of thinking about them. So instead I used them as a backbone to structure better arguments and revamp the script so that kept me from going insane. However it was also really fun because I got to see my old ass arguments finally be explained to their fullest capacity. And also I got to write shit like ☝️🤓Excuse me sir your turbo is showing..

The biggest issue with this being my first ever video essay and it taking so goddamn long: you could SEE my writing/editing/voicing skills improve over the span of the video itself. Which is really cool improvement wise but REALLY . REALLY BAD CONSISTENCY WISE. Like the first half of the video is the part people are gonna see first. It SETS EXPECTATIONS. IT HAS TO BE PEAK

I think I re-edited the synopsis upwards of 5-6 times. Which makes sense as that was like the first thing I started the project with but ouhvhhhgghghr. Making a section from scratch is WAY easier than going back and having to redo something

Early on I cut out an entire fully edited/scripted/recorded 3 minute section of me talking about Megamind and its sequel because I realized. This is pointless and everyone has TALKED ABOUT MEGAMIND BEFORE AND THIS HAS NOTHIBG TO DO WITH WRECK IT RALPH. There were a lot of scrapped ideas

Audio was also really challenging, just entirely. Making sure the levels were consistent (I had absolutely zero voice volume normalization I did it all manually 😭 I’m gonna have to figure out how to do that) Also just the concept of recording my voice and having to speak out loud in a space was Real Bad for my anxiety but You Do it Scared. Had to wait until I was home alone or like 99% sure I was alone before I could say anything without worrying. Also training my voice to sound engaging and consistent was so hard and it took maybe 6 months for me to get it down. Also I had no fucking idea where to record, like at first I was recording in a CLOSET (and later under a piano??) and then I was wondering why my lines sounded so weird. Then I realized I could just Record in a room and it would sound JUST FINE. So basically uhhh every single part was the hardest part. But it was worth it and very fun I think 🫶

[specialinterestshows]

Finally, your Alpha breeds you full in this last chapter of my Alpha!Rhea Ripley x omega!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Omegaverse, breeding, dirty talk, praise, biting, scratching, blood, spitting

Song for this section:

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Eat, Sleep, Breed (Part 4/4): A Little Bit Harder Now

The moment Rhea slid inside you from behind, hands pulling you close to her chest, you let out a string of needy noises. The low growl rumbling from her chest and vibrating at your spine made you shiver and reflexively arch your back to prepare to be bred.

“That’s it - give into your instincts,” Rhea encourages you, slowly beginning to thrust halfway in and out as she plays with your nipples, “Your pretty little breeding hole feels so good.”

“Mmm, th-thank-” you couldn’t form another word, moaning as your Alpha dipped further inside of you and let her rhythm speed up a bit.

“Shhh, don’t think,” Rhea cooed as she moved one hand below your belly button and pressed down so you tightened around her. Doing your best to follow orders, you once again end up listening to the music playing:

“Take me down a little bit harder now, down to the dance floor a little bit harder now, love me like you mean it a little bit harder now, love me up and down a little bit harder now”

Suddenly, Rhea pulled all the way out, flipping you over when you whined for more. Soon, you were gasping and moaning as she shoved her entire length back into you at once.

“Love watching your eyes roll back,” Rhea purred, pinning you down in a mating press before she started pounding into you.

“Are you getting close?” you can barely hear her between the music and the sounds you were making.

“Mmhmm,” you nod, knowing your orgasm wouldn’t truly bring you relief, but still wanting it.

“Come for Mami,” Rhea ordered, letting out a grunt of pleasure when you obeyed, “Fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop coming.”

Feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, you didn’t mind when your head was suddenly pushed to the side by your Alpha to make room for her horns as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Soon, Rhea’s sounds of enjoyment surpassed the volume of yours, keeping her teeth buried in your skin as her low growl slowly grew in pitch.

Knowing how close she was, you dug your nails into her back and listened to her slowly approach her peak, thrusts speeding up.

Rhea’s hand roughly grabbed the side of your face, sliding her thumb into your open mouth and holding your tongue down - and immediately you felt a warm, wet rush that sent you to the peak of true pleasure. The moan Rhea had let out that harmonized with yours shifted to a discordant whimper as she convulsed inside of you.

She filled you until a mixture of both of your cum - mostly hers - was dripping out of you. Retracting her fangs, Rhea licked away some of the blood she had drawn as she rode out a few aftershocks.

“What a good womb for Mami,” she praised, letting you have your mouth back to trace an imaginary line from your chest to your stomach, making you shiver as she looked down at you, “Bet you can feel it taking already.”

Slowly sliding out, Rhea let out a soft growl as she watched cum leaked out of you and onto the couch.

“Let me get that for you, darling,” she said sweetly, dropping to her knees and nestling her head between your legs before you could close them. Rhea’s sharp horns dug into your thighs as she leaned forward, threatening to break skin if you didn’t spread further. Her tongue easily lapped up everything at your entrance and you whimpered every time you felt her piercing graze you.

Standing up, Rhea took in the sight of you before leaning in close. Tilting your head back with one hand, she used the other to part your lips. The second your mouth was wide open, Rhea spat a mouthful of cum onto your tongue.

“Swallow,” she ordered as she released you, watching you gulp as a mischievous smile crept up on her face.

“Did- did I do okay, Mami?” you asked, catching the sadistic look in her eye.

“You did so well, darling,” Rhea muttered, watching you let out a sigh of relief before she continued, “But how can we know you’ve been properly bred if you don’t have all of my cum inside you?” - she watched your slow realization and chuckled - “But you don’t mind going another round, do you?”

[end part four of four]

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Tag List (thank you!)

@babybatlover , @domripley , @kagome2909 , @butterfly12347 , @falloutboy-lover , @aut0luminescence

[heartfullofleeches]

I can’t stop imaging when nightlight was abandoned what if when they were told not to follow they just stayed in that same spot waiting to be told they can come back home. Just sitting there on energy saving mode aka sleeping, covered in webs, dirt and rain socked clothes waiting for monty :(

Scheduled system reboot will begin in.. five hours.

What's going on?

You were on manual rest in Monty's bed after they had fallen asleep, rattled from slumber by someone messing with your controls. As the hatch in your chest clicks shut you look up to see their mother and father standing over you. The latter looks remorseful, the former - not so much.

"Nightlight, you are to stay here until we leave at dawn. Monty will be going through some... changes once we return home, and they can't have any distractions."

What? No! Monty doesn't like to take the ride back down alone. They're afraid of the roads without railings. And what about their night terrors? You need to be with them incase they get scared. They need you. You'll miss that kiss they give you whenever they wake up. You need them.

Your chest light turns blue. "I.... want to stay with Monty."

A scoff.

"Are you disobeying my command? Nightlight, you are ordered to-"

"That's isn't my name!" Hot, red light flickers across your luminous skin, bleeding into a weak purple hue as it reaches your heart. "I'm Y/n... I'm their nightlight, but I'm still their friend.."

"You are a toy. They will forget about you when they make real friends. Start a real family. This attachment to wires and plastic is unhealthy. If I had better sense I would take the axe back at the lodge and spilt your head in two."

"Honey... That's enough. They won't remember this in a few hours. Let them go in peace."

Your head falls as footsteps disperse into the white snowfall. You try to move, try to scream, but anytime your voice peaks over a certain volume it fizzles out. Your reboot is in five hours. Five hours....

You think about the first time you met Monty. They were shy, distant. Things your family warned you about. It only took two nights for you to become friends.

4....

You think back to the first time you slept in bed with them. Before, you simply slumped down in your chair or returned to the closet. They didn't like that, and wouldn't go to bed until you slept with them. You were so big you broke the frame. They couldn't stop laughing.

3.

You remember their first day of school. Monty didn't go to a public school until highschool unlike most kids. Their parents said they were special. Monty and you hid away in the room behind their bookshelf because they were so anxious. They didn't want anyone, but you.

2...

Monty is awake now. They're screaming your name. You remember the first time they said I love you.

1.

You're scared. You don't want to die....

System Reboot begins in 0..

[fu-miruku]

so… for left and right, there is a discernible chronological order? like are you able to tell the exact order of chapters between both books? (also thank you for clarifying, i was always confused as to why Shindou had his xmas gift in Left. i thought they were two different universes lmao)

yes, there is! :) maybe it's not an exact order, but I've approximated events and took note of them after I read both books. you can probably try to make sense of the order as well. (eg. you can tell that y chapter is chronologically after x chapter because of the events that happened, or the details that were shown in x that is referenced in y)

Shindou's christmas gifts are a good example of this! Toshio gave him the scarf and gloves in chapter 3 of Right, but from the start of chapter 1 in Left, you can already see Shindou wearing them.

So Left ch.1 happens sometime after Right ch.3. We can only make assumptions that Left ch.1 happens before Right ch.4, since Emi has the time to play in the snow and hang around with Toshio, so this must be during winter break.

This is followed by Right ch.4, which shows them going to Hatsumoude (New Years' temple visit), and then Left ch.2, where you can see Emi going home from kindergarten with a demon mask (referencing setsubun, a festival that's celebrated in February 2nd in Japan).

Right ch.5 follows right after this, since this depicts the month of February leading up to February 27th, which is Shindou's birthday.

Then Left ch.3 follows as we can see from the March calendar at the beginning of the chapter.

What's very interesting is that this continuity actually connects back to Volume 2! Again, I'm going on a bit of a tangent, and we're going a biit back for this one, but hear me out:

Volume 2 starts around fall. When Shindou brings Toshio to his home from the facility, it's either winter already or close. Toshio gets a human arm presumably the next year around spring. Then the extra chapter happens in the peak of summer, which is around August. Then we proceed to the sequels, where chapter 1 of Right begins around September. This is where they go on a cute aquarium date for Toshio's bday :)

So yes, both Right and Left are in the same universe, but the two just highlight different parts of the story. What's genius about this is the framing, because you can read only one volume first and it still creates a perfectly understandable narrative. But once you know the details from the other volume, it enhances the story so much more and gives nuance and clarity to scenes that may seem simple at first. Both volumes fit right with each other and I'm trying to share that in the (clumsiest way possible) the best I can.

(This may all be a little confusing to read in text form, but once I'm done with everything, I might make a little graphic to show the timeline based on my understanding! (?))

[kellycataclysm]

Siren Song

My brain has not been quite as focused over the last few days, clouded by an unhelpful fog. I had hoped to have my last chapter of Echoes of Autumn finished, but it's just taking so much longer than I anticipated.

I have also written the slowest, softest piece of Harvey comfort smut in quite a while, maybe ever, so that could also be a factor.

So, in lieu of a finished chapter, I humbly offer a nice long snippet, just below the cut. A little cosy spice, with more to come, as soon as I can get all the words out.

‘Feeling okay, beautiful?’ He asked quietly as he reached for the water jug, slipping his hand under her chin, carefully tilting her head back. She groaned softly in reply as he cradled the back of her head, warm water cascading through her shining red hair. He smiled. ‘That’s my girl.’ As he poured her shampoo into the palm of his hand, he saw her hands lift from the warm water, holding the sides of the tub. His smile grew as he began to gently massage her scalp, fingertips working the liquid through her hair with delicate strokes. ‘I’ve got you, love.’

He’d always envisioned a quiet life, even before he’d resigned himself to spending his days as a bachelor in a small town, and yet his own happily ever after had evolved into something busy and messy and full of things that he never expected. A full life, he and his wife raising two girls, running two businesses. He knew he wouldn’t change it for anything.

He rinsed away the suds, pouring gleaming waterfalls through her hair, bubbles sliding down her back, the comforting scent he loved, coconut and marshmallows, surrounding them in a sweet embrace as he guided her back to rest against him.

‘Thank you.’ She sighed as she leaned into him and he pressed his lips to her temple, wrapping his arms around her.

Sweet words of gratitude for such a simple act, the intimacy and trust within spoke volumes. It was the least he could do when she’d done so much. He thought back to what he told himself the day of their wedding. He was going to be okay. Their journey hadn’t been straight and narrow and yet, the love of his life was still here in his arms. Caring for her came easy, after they remembered, memorised and relearned how to let each other in.

‘You’re so very welcome.’ He felt as if he should be thanking her.

He took a soft washcloth and guiding her to sit again, carefully washing the day away from her limbs with long, smooth strokes. As he trailed the fabric over her breasts, she sighed and he couldn’t help kneading gently, thumb circling her nipple. She arched her back and Harvey followed her encouraging moan to bring his other hand up, fingertips teasing both peaks.

‘Harvey…’ He shuddered at the way his name sounded as it fell from her lips, heavy with want, followed by a lightness that transformed it to a siren song, entrancing him, clouding his thoughts. He groaned quietly as moved his hand again, sliding down her stomach, between her thighs. He watched as her legs parted, her back now resting against his chest. His lips found her neck, placing featherlight kisses as his hand dipped below the water; the path obscured by the mountain of bubbles floating on the surface.

‘Harvey…please…’ She moaned, the sound desperate as he dragged the cloth over her sensitive skin, smooth and gentle friction. He felt her shudder, her thighs closing around his wrist.

‘Lyra, honey…’ He murmured in her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

‘I think…’ She gasped, whatever she was about to say abandoned, the washcloth discarded, his fingers gliding gently over her entrance, slowly circling her clit.

‘I’m sorry…’ He stopped his ministrations. ‘Tell me what you need, sweetheart.’ He kissed her cheek, watching as she turned slightly. Her eyes searched for his kiss again, and he echoed her movement, gaze dropping to see her pink lips, parted slightly. He leaned in, hand cradling her head once more. He paused before capturing her mouth with his, breathing her in, so completely captivated by her.

He wanted to dote on her, loyal until the end of his days, attentive to the little things, how she took her coffee, her preferred side of the couch, when she needed quiet, and when she sought the fresh air of the woods they had come to love. He loved her with every fibre of his being. He’d take her to bed now, make love to her, pour himself into her pleasure, remembering to take a little for himself, the way she always wanted. He loved her so much.

Their kiss was languid, the passion between them radiating from deep within, undiminished by the softness of their touch. Their lips parted, both moaning quietly, a sweet sound offered to the other, as their tongues brushed together. He ached for her, his desire growing, gently sucking her bottom lip as they separated.

He opened his eyes to see hers still closed, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed deeply.

‘Tell me.’ He rasped.

‘I want you to take me to bed.’

‘And…?’

She opened her eyes. ‘I want you to make love to me.’

‘As you wish.’

[bluedolup]

Overstepped: Iwaizumi x Reader

You and Hajime had been secretly dating for a few months despite the fact that everyone thinks that you two hate each other.

When you first met him you thought he was a stone-cold guy that only had his head in sports and preferred to not interact with so many people. You, on the other hand, were more social and had a passion for the arts. It would never work, they’re complete opposites, it would be a one in a million chance if they actually got together. 

Life is luckier than people think.

You two didn’t understand why people would assume you guys hated each other but you found it really funny, so why not play around with it. You and Hajime purposely choose the same classes in hopes of having similar schedules. Mainly because they wanted to see each other but it made them look unlucky to be in the same classes. The seats were assigned and the two were seated beside each other in nearly every class. The whispers when one of you entered the classroom and the other was already there were priceless, Hajime would arrive first most of the time and he would purposely sit on your desk in the morning instead of his own.

You approached him and the crowd gathered to hear your daily verbal arguments. 

“Are you blind volleyball, that’s my seat” you said crossing your arms “I’m aware, I’m not assuming that you would want to sit knowing you stand 24/7 with that violin you play, which by the way, tune it once in a while” he said. You scoffed, “my instrument’s fine, you should worry about not spiking out of your court's limits. Maybe then you could’ve actually scored” you said. The volume of the chatter of students rose, no one talked shit about Iwaiuzmis sport. One guy said something about his blocking and he got a fist to the face in less then a second. 

Iwaizumi glared at you, jumping off your desk and getting in your face. “Funny,I didn’t think you knew the rules of any sport. Have you seen my games?” he asked. You looked him in the eye, “I was curious, it was a waste of my time though” you said “you too slow to follow a simple game?” he asked “it was hard to watch when you were so far behind on those points” you said. 

Iwa pursed his lips, your heart dropped. The look on his face turned serious, it was very subtle but you could see it. You went too far. 

You were about to speak again when the bell rang and the sensei entered the class. Everyone rushed to their seats, including Iwaizumi, to start class. You sat at your desk and glanced at Iwa every now and then in class as the students whispered about what just happened. Things about him, the team, and doubts. You slugged in your chair the entire time, feeling like a horrible person. You two did this all the time and it’s usually just stupid topics that you guys never took seriously but bringing up the team and their playing abilities was a bad idea. 

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Your violin lessons were all over the place as your mind was still on the incident. Iwa hadn’t texted you like he usually did afterschool, you would always set up a time to walk home after you both are done practicing. It’s not surprising though, you know you crossed the line and you were gonna fix it. 

You left your practice early and went to the gym. You peaked in and saw the court empty, the guys were done. You snuck back out and headed towards the dressing rooms, the lights were still on and as you peaked inside you saw him…he was there by himself on his phone. You took a breath and knocked, the door swung open and you looked eyes with him. 

“I thought you were Oikawa…shouldn’t you be at rehearsal?” he asked, crossing his arms leaning against the doorway “I should, but I couldn’t really focus after what I did” you said “what did you do?” he asked “I took it too far, during homeroom…I shouldn’t have brought that last game up” you said. He sighed, “oh that” he glanced down at you and pulled you into a hug “don’t cry over spilled milk, I don’t care about that stuff. We knew what we were getting involved in when we agreed to that and I said you have free range” he said. You groaned, “no! I know that look on your face you hated the fact that you were reminded of that. I’m sorry Haji, I know how hard you work on this and I know that the last game really got to you because couch got on you for your spikes” you said “yup, thanks for the reminder” he said “...sorry, you should get even with me” you said. 

“What?” he asked “get even! Say something to me that will have you cross the line” you said “I am not doing that, let it go babe. I’m alright, you said nothing but the truth” he said “no, I won't be satisfied until you do this” you said. He looked at you for a good minute, the look at your face was set in stone so he had no choice. He groaned, “I hate your cooking,” he said. 

You gasped, “liar, you eat everything I give you” you said “that’s true. Um…I don’t like it when you take me to the nail salon” he said “liar, you enjoy getting foot massages after the games” you said “couldn’t really lie about that” he said “I don’t want to do this babe, lets just leave it alone please” he said “try and think” you said “fine! You’re overreacting” he said. You twitch a bit, he knew you hated when he said that; “am I, is that how you really feel?” you asked “yup, now be a good girl and wait for me at the gym doors” he said closing the doors, leaving you an annoyed and blushing mess.

[gracethyomen]

"Micro-Changes"

Hello again. It's me. The prophet. Welcome back to two idiots dancing around each other. I wanted to have a little bit of Natalie's personal life in this one, bonus points if you catch all the completely obvious hints from the last post and this one. We're getting into some violence so watch out.

Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of sewing wounds, mention of wounds, wounded character, implied beating/violence, angst (it’s a warning), heartache and gentle cuddle smut that maybe isn’t all that gentle. Matt Murdock’s Catholic Guilt is its own warning. Character named Natalie, female pronouns, mention of hair. Kissing, mention of pain, fingering (f/recieving), PIV seggs, unprotected seggs (wrap it before you tap it kids), cockwarming i guess if you squint. These two bitches are fluffy asf. Mention of injuries, mention of blood, domestic adorableness, these two acting like they totally didn't just fuck each other's brains out. Mention of violence, mention of stalking and kidnapping. Catholicism and prayer.

"I could do with some convincing." She countered, with only a little uncertainty in her voice. She thought she saw his lips turn up in the beginning of a smile before they were pressed against hers. 

All at once, their touches stopped being gentle and comforting. They turned exploratory and hungry. Fingers digging into clothes and skin, open mouthed kisses and gasps billowing down throats. 

She wasn't sure when it happened, but Matt's shirt was gone, and so was hers, and the sensation of their chests pressed together... The smattering of hair on his tickling her peaked nipples... It was all just so much. She broke their kiss with a soft gasp as his hands teased the waistband of his basketball shorts she'd been using as underwear and pajamas. When she opened her eyes, his eyes were looking through her, but she could read the hunger in them.

"What are you doing?" She panted, mindlessly pinching the hair at the back of his neck lightly between her fingertips. 

"I want to convince you..." He matched her volume, dipping his head to kiss her jaw, her throat... "If that's what you want." She nodded feverishly against him and his fingertips slid lower, just barely brushing the skin above her clit. 

The following moan made him bare his teeth against her skin, scraping the skin there lightly. "Say it." He urged, voice sounding more similar to the way it had when he'd found her in that parking garage, raising goosebumps on her skin. Everywhere. She felt his voice everywhere, and she found her legs widening just a little at his words, almost on instinct. 

"Please." She begged quietly, arching her back when the cold pad of his middle finger started to just kiss around her clit, making slow, barely-there circles. "Please, Matt. Please fuck me." That was all it took before he was kissing her again, hand disappearing in his/her shorts and delving deeper to where she wanted him. That same finger that had teased her clit now whispered against her entrance, feeling the little pool of wetness that had gathered there due to his ministrations. 

Suddenly that gentle finger was no longer grazing her skin lightly, but pushing inside her with earnest, curling to touch a little forbidden spot inside that made her stomach clench. The burst of pleasure was so sudden she couldn't help but let out a loud moan, clutching Matt's shoulders like a life raft.

"It's okay." He soothed against her mouth, thrusting that single finger in and out of her pussy so achingly slow... When he added a second finger she forgot that he had been kissing her, her mouth dropped open with her breath gasping out against his temple. Matt tucked his head close to hers, kissing along the line of her jaw as his fingers worked her closer to the edge of her climax. 

Unbidden, her hips bucked against him, grinding the heel of his palm against the sensitive skin of her clit. In a blind state of want, she snaked her hand between them to press against the hot, hard bulge in the front of his pants. 

He moaned softly against her skin then nipped her neck with enough force that she drew her hand back in shock. "Not yet." He scolded gently, picking up the pace between her legs. "Let me take care of you." She nodded shakily, another little sound dropping from her mouth as the perfect feeling at the base of her spine started to grow. "I love listening to you." He confessed, but she barely heard him over her own whimpering. "The pretty sounds you make when I touch you." 

A hot flush grew on her cheeks at his dirty praises, but she found she couldn't feel ashamed about them. 

"Used to drive me crazy for the longest time." He continued, Her incoming orgasm rising like a symphony ready for crescendo beneath his fingers. "Every time you did that cute little gasp when I held your arm." He groaned. "I didn't want to tell you how hot it made me knowing what that little touch did to you." 

"Matt." Natalie whined, hips rolling. She felt like she was straining towards something but she wasn't sure what it was, or how to get closer to it. 

"I know, Baby." He crooned. "Just let it happen." Almost like she'd been waiting for his permission, the orgasm crashed over her with a crushing pleasure. She wasn't sure what she was seeing, but it wasn't anything in front of her. Electricity touched every nerve in her body, blowing every logical and fully formed thought from her mind. All there was was Matt. Matt and his calloused but careful fingers and his soft lips and the scratch of his stubble against her skin.

“Look at you.” He whispered, fingers gently stroking her through the orgasm, savoring each sound that came from both between her legs and between her lips. “So beautiful.” He praised.

“Matt, please.” She panted, bucking her hips against him, seeking what she truly wanted. Her pussy clenched around nothing, feeling hot and sensitive but still needing something more. More of him.

“Say it, tell me what you want.” He demanded, withdrawing his hand from her and leaving her whining at the lack of warmth.

“I want you.” She whispered, slowly bringing her by hands down his chest to touch the waistband of his joggers. “All of you.” She finally met his unseeing gaze, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she studied his face. The lines of his cheekbones and the hardness of his jaw. “Please, Matt.”

She wasn’t sure how, but in the next two minutes he’d somehow managed to divest himself of his pants and her of his shorts, all without losing contact with her mouth. His tongue just barely brushed against her teeth and past her lips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Then he had one hand tucked behind her knee, hoisting it around his waist and opening her body to allow him to align them. Both on their sides, pressed together like two coiled strands of metal forming a cable. Somehow behind, in front, above, below, left and right of each other. She wasn’t sure how but she could feel him everywhere. His hands bracketing her sides, fingers brushing up her thigh to the swell of her ass, his mouth on hers and the soft hardness of his torso on hers.

“Condom.” He said, forcing his head back despite his own lust. “In the desk drawer.”

“No.” She panted, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek, working down his jaw to his neck and grinding her hips to create a delicious friction on her clit, making them both moan softly. “I’m clean. I had my tubes tied two years ago. I haven’t been with anyone in-“

“Me neither.” He interrupted her, lifting one hand off her skin to grip the base of his cock, lifting to touch it between her legs. “I’m clean. Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” She groaned, pushing her hips back against him to grind her pussy on the hot length of him, wanting to shift just that last inch so he’d be inside her. “I want to feel you.”

He captured her bottom lip in his teeth, biting with just enough force to draw a soft gasp from her. He took the opportunity to notch the head of his cock at her entrance, pushing that first little bit inside her. She threw her head back with a soft whine, and he ducked his head to her neck, sucking on the skin there.

“Fuck.” She whimpered, her head twisting back towards him so her lips were brushing the crown of his head, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Good girl,” Matt breathed against her skin, running her tongue over her thundering pulse. “Look at you, taking me so well.” He continued forward, pushing deeper until her clit was flushed against the skin of his pelvis. He ground against her there giving her the friction she needed. The little sounds of pleasure she made washed over him with a sense of sinful satisfaction.

He set a slow languid pace, thrusting in and out of her with enough force that their bodies undulated together on his silk sheets, creating a soft rustle that seemed so innocent compared to the accompanying sound of their skin colliding and the wetness between them.

As the pleasure built, they both forgot about any soft kisses or teasing touches. All Natalie could do was hold on to Matt’s shoulders for dear life as he rutted into her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure and his own. Their mouths didn’t quite meet, her lips brushing his hair and her fingers lifting from one hand to weave through it. His mouth settling where her neck met her jaw. Both basking in the sound of each others’ gasps and soft groans.

“Matt, I’m-“ She broke off on a loud cry as one of his hands weaved between them, touching where he parted her folds with a finger as his thumb rubbed gentle, slow circles on her clit. Sharply contrasting the brutality with which he forced his cock between her legs.

“I know, baby, I know.” His voice came out through gritted teeth, his own orgasm rushing at him with intense speed. “I’m there, with you, let it go.” Once again, her body was all too willing to submit to his commands the orgasm knocked into her like a bucking wave. She felt the impact like a blow. Like something was dragging her deep down under into a sea of something warm and heady.

His name slipped between her lips, and she clenched her fingers in his hair, the ones on his shoulder digging red half-moons into his skin that only spurred the feeling growing in his spine. Nat whined into his hair, the overstimulation making her skin burn with something that teetered the line between pain and pleasure. Just as it started to become painful, Matt’s pace started to stumble and he let out a long, low groan against her skin, warmth flooding between her legs as he gave a few last shaky thrusts, burying himself and their combined release inside her.

For long minutes they just lay there together, Matt cradled between her legs and her arms wrapped around him, breathing each other in.

“I’m sorry.” Matt finally broke the silence. “About what happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault.” She whispered, lifting her leg from his waist and slowly letting his dick slip out of her, followed quickly by a small dribble of thick liquid. “I gotta pee.” She said by way of explanation, walking naked to the bathroom.

With a soft groan, Matt rolled onto his back, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Suddenly, keeping the one thing he wanted most at arm’s length was becoming so much harder.

Natalie emerged from the shower wearing a pair of Matt's boxers and one of his buttoned shirts, the fabric haphazardly draped around her shoulders. She was welcomed by the smell of breakfast and the sounds of Matt getting ready to go to work.

She smiled as he dropped a plate off on the counter for her, leaving a cup of coffee with the other hand. "You cook for every girl you bring home?"

Matt chuckled. "Nah, just the ones I like." He flipped up the collar of his shirt deftly and wrapped his tie around it, fingers manipulating the fabric.

Without a word she stood and crossed the room, fingers covering his and moving the ends of the tie from her hands to his. "Headed in?" She asked, finishing up his tie and turning his collar back down, leaving a tentative kiss on his cheek before sitting back down. She wasn't really sure where they stood in this whole thing. If she was allowed to fix his tie and kiss his cheek or hold his hand. But she decided she was done trying to overthink herself and Matt. For now, she just wanted to feel.

"Yeah, Foggy's gonna be worried he didn't hear from us last night and I've gotta explain why you're not at your place." When she stepped back to go to her breakfast Matt grabbed her by the waist, tugging her back for a quick kiss. "I've got some explaining to do."

"If you wait ten minutes I'll go with you- ah!" She winced at a burning pull between her shoulder blades, feeling something rip just a little.

"Shit." Matt hummed, sweeping her hair off her back with one hand. "You just opened one of the cuts on your back."

Natalie laughed through her pain, scooting back to the barstool she'd originally been perched on. "How do you know that?"

"Can taste copper in the air," Matt explained, coming up beside her. "May I?" He indicated her- well, his shirt with a hand. No doubt preparing to administer to the cuts on her.

"Knock yourself out, Houdini." She chuckled as he slipped the shirt back to access the bare skin around the wound. She inhaled sharply when he touched the surrounding skin, pressing lightly. Despite her best efforts, a small groan slipped loose at the pain.

"The swelling's down." Matt nodded to himself. "Rib fracture's only a hairline. Couldn't tell before." He snagged a bandage from the edge of the counter, spreading it over the leaking wound carefully before replacing the shirt.

"You have X-ray fingers now?" Natalie shook her head, smiling.

"Can hear your bones shift when you breathe." Matt huffed, taking the stool next to her with a soft sigh and tucking a strand of her rosy hair behind her ear. "No grinding means nothing's broken."

Natalie smiled at his gentle touch, shoveling a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. "So what does a hairline fracture sound like?"

"An old ship." She laughed at that.

"How do you..." She snickered to herself, trying to put her questions into words. "I mean, I know that you're blind. But you... see so much?" She looked at him in something Foggy would call 'puppy-dog awe'. "How?"

Matt sighed, thinking. "I guess... You have to think of it as more than five senses. I can't see, not like everyone else, but I can feel things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations... Blankets of temperature variations." Natalie smiled, trying to keep up with him. "Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells... All the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting if I focus hard enough."

Natalie rested one elbow on the table, meeting his 'gaze' head on. "But what does that look like?"

His smile dropped just a little as he finally answered. “A world on fire.”

Natalie hummed thoughtfully, lifting her spoon to offer him some of her oatmeal as he snagged his glasses from the counter. “If I all I saw was fire i’d probably want to punch people, too.” He took the bite quickly then sat back, getting serious for a moment.

"Natalie," he swallowed the food before continuing. "They know who you are now. They're not going to stop. I'd like you to stay here, with me, just until I can get this figured out."

"You're asking me to move in with you?" Natalie squeaked nervously. Dropping her spoon, forgotten, in her oatmeal.

"Is it working?" Matt asked, smiling softly at her. Natalie dropped her head for a second as her cheeks heated, reacting to his gentle tone and his closeness to her. The flush only got worse when Matt touched a finger to her chin, lifting it to meet him when he moved in to kiss her.

If the kiss the night before was fireworks, this kiss was the feeling of soft twinkle lights through water. Muted, warm, and comforting. No desperation was behind it, no adrenaline still pumping from a fight. Just simply his mouth on hers, not to distract her or to thank her for being alive but just because he wanted it there.

"I'll get you some clothes while I'm out." He whispered when they finally broke apart, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair. "You should stay and rest."

Natalie nodded as he stepped back, moving to grab his cane. "Why don't you go to the police?" She asked thoughtfully, clearing her throat and waiting for the heat in her cheeks to dissipate. "With all that you have on the Russians?"

Matt laughed softly, "I wear a mask and beat on people." He shrugged innocently. "Doesn't exactly mesh with police policy."

Natalie's playful demeanor dropped and she found herself fiddling with the slices of warm bacon on her plate. "You're going to end up dead if you try to take down the entire Russian mob by yourself."

"Well, maybe I only need to take down one man."

"Hey, Eleanor, it's me... Natalie... Again." Nat walked around Matt's apartment aimlessly, one arm crossed around her torso and the other holding her phone to her ear. "Can you just... Call me back when you get a chance. Please." She clicked the end button on the phone, leaving her third message in as many days on her sister-in-law's phone.

Without thinking too hard about it she wandered to the laundry room and inspected her clothes from the night before. Her skirt wasn't ripped and the stains had come out, her blouse had a small rip in the back but that could be fixed with one of Matt's jackets, and the smudge on her shoes looked like it could be rubbed out. she pivoted to turn towards the bathroom, inspecting her reflection in the mirror. a few bruises and a busted lip on her face, but nothing a good attitude couldn't cover.

She could make this work. She started hunting for her underwear in the washed clothes, stripping out of Matt's boxers with one hand and dialing Foggy with the other.

"Hey!" She called when he picked up. "Yeah, I'm okay. Nothing a little Tylenol can't fix. Hey, is Matt in?" She pulled the black panties up her legs, shuffling them over her hips and reaching for the skirt. "He just left? Yeah, you guys go to LZ I'll start working up a file and see what I can get off the tenancy board. Foggy, I'm going crazy, I need to work."

"You were supposed to be resting." She was interrupted from her typing by Matt's scolding voice and the click of their door behind him. "How did you even get here?"

Natalie shrugged, adjusting his jacket around her shoulders to hide the blood on her collar from where she'd opened a cut on her face earlier.

"Why is there blood on your shirt?" Matt was at her side in an instant, pushing her loose hair back from her face to inspect the offending cut that had barely scabbed over before he came in. "Nat..."

"I'm fine." She huffed, "I found a couple forms from the tenant affairs office that works for Tully's building." She explained even as Matt still tried to pull the first aid kit from her desk. "There have been two other complaints against him for unlawful- ow!" She hissed when he pressed an alcohol wipe to her cut, not too harshly, just dabbing, but with how close the cut was to her eye it stung.

"I told you I would take care of the caseload today, you should be sleeping by now." He murmured, pulling a couple steri-strips from the first aid kit and tilting her head to get a better angle on the cut. "It hasn't even been twenty four hours."

"The world doesn't stop for bumps and bruises, Matt." She whispered, looking up at him through her lashes as he tended to her wound. "You know that better than most."

"My world does." He insisted, turning her head with a hand so she was looking at him. "You should go home. The city won't burst into flames without you for one week."

"I have to pick things up from my place," She started but Matt stopped her with a finger on her lips.

"Let me handle it." He said firmly. "You've been my parachute for years, Nat. For Foggy and me. For once let me be yours." The sincerity in his voice brought tears to her eyes and she wiped them away hastily.

"If the city catches on fire tonight, I can't wait to say I told you so."

a/n: Who's gonna tell her... Who's... Who's gonna tell her about the bombs...? I probably will tbh. Some domesticity for us all because illness and shit. Updates might be slow for a week or two, I've got a few specialist appts. coming up and I've been having a rough couple of days health wise. Thankfully writing is something I enjoy most of the time lol.

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 6

Third POV

"Poor girl... she's the only survivor of that horrific car accident."

"On top of that, her family doesn't even want her.."

"She's only eight and has to be placed in foster care..."

"We all know how disastrous the system is...another bright future lost."

"Such a pity -"

Eboni jolts awake, whimpering at the pain in her stomach. She slowly leans her back against the back of the hospital bed. She takes a second to scan her surroundings. The teen curses under her breath. She truly hates hospitals. It's where people go to die, a complete death house.

Doctors don't care. It's all about a paycheck. She knew this hospital bill would cost her a fortune. Eboni's hateful thoughts were cut short by her hospital door opening, two detectives, a nurse, a doctor, and two other strangers dressed in casual clothing.

"Miss Eboni, my name is Detective Smith. I'd first like to say that I'm sorry for your families dea-"

"Foster family." Eboni interrupted, staring down at her hands, which are resting on her lap.

"Right... Anyways, we would like to question you if you're feeling ok enough." Mr. Smith said as the nurse began checking Eboni's vitals.

Eboni would yank her arm away every time the nurse tried to touch her. The doctor held a needle with white liquid inside. The male gave the teen a look, making her comply with them. Eboni just loathes being touch my any of the medical profession- or anyone at all.

With a heavy sigh, Eboni nods her head, now feeling extremely tense from the nurse drawing blood and replacing the bandages over the stab wounds and cuts after cleaning them.

"So...explain to us the events that took place that night in your own words."

Eboni looks at Mr. Smith, mostly focusing on the rather tall, lanky detective who has yet to say a word. Though he didn't speak, his eyes spoke volumes. Whatever Eboni said, he wouldn't believe in the slightest. The teen couldn't help but smirk at that look. A look she's always had to face from superiors.

"It was my birthday. I decided to treat myself since everyone forgot. I stole Melissa's credit card and did a bit of shopping. Though...he was watching me that whole time, too." Eboni trails off, staring up at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

The lanky male finally spoke, "Who was following you?"

"Jeff. Jeff, the killer. You guys may say he isn't really, but I saw him with my own eyes. Fought him with my own hands." The teen said, gripping her bed sheets tightly.

The lanky detective was the first to show how he felt. He was surprised, but his eyes held an unknown anger that peaked Eboni's interest. "Why didn't you go to the police!?"

"Micheal! You can't shout at the victim like that!" Mr. Smith scolds.

"Suspect. She is a suspect." Micheal corrects him, moving to lean on the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eboni knew then. Micheal is young looking. She knew he joined the force just to get some sort of revenge on Jeff. The killer must've taken someone important to him. Doesn't she care, though, not at all. In fact, she finds the ironic situation laughable.

"Well, Micheal, who would believe me? I had no proof, and melissa would be pissed. I just... had enough of her shit so I didn't say anything." He grumbles, tracing her still healing spilt lip with her fingers.

Smith took notice of that but decided not to say anything. "Anyways, he's been watching me the moment we moved into his old home. He'd stand across the street, staring at my window all night. I didn't care. I just knew he wouldn't make a move."

"You must be a fan of his, huh? That has to be the reason why you didn't say anything!" Micheal snapped, which earned a slap upside his head by smith.

"Sorry about him, please continue." Mr. Smith said kindly.

"Mhm, anyways, Melissa and I got into another fight about her credit card. That's where I got this busted lip from."

"So that wasn't Jeff, noted." Smith said as he wrote something down on his notepad.

"Yeah. The lip and black eye were melissa. Later that night, I went to the skate park to try out my new rollerblades. Jeff was there too, but he didn't approach me. He left early, though. Normally, he would follow me home, so I found that odd. But once I got home, those questions were answered." The girl chuckles bitterly.

"Ok, now what all did he say to you? Did he ask why he targeted you?" Micheal asked, finally sounding a bit more calm, but that sharp look in his eyes never changed.

Eboni turns her head to finally lock her eyes with Micheal, her burning gaze unnerving even for the detective. "He called me a coward for not having the guts to murder them... and he was right. That family..those fuckers made my life worse than it already was. I was supposed to be given love, given help- but I was just a fucking tool to make that bitch look good. She said it herself. Those were her last words before Jeff killed her. The other three were already dead when I got there. After she died, the two of us fought, and the rest is...history." she sighs, an odd glint returning to her rather dark eyes.

Micheal noticed this and began seething. "Wow....you really are sick. I get your life has been crap but that gives you no right to fantasize over something so horrific! Who's to say you wouldn't have killed them yourself if Jeff never did?!" He shouts, hands clenched into fists.

Eboni laughs. The teen broke out into a full fit of unhinged laughter. When she finally calms down, the girl is met with a bit of shaken expressions - except for the two strangers who still haven't spoken yet.

"Because I'm a coward! I told you what Jeff said. I don't have the gunts. I would've never had it. I could only hope...fucking wish they would drop dead and be with fucking flies. Funny...how a infamous serial killer was the one to answer said wish." She mumbles, feeling exhausted thanks to the pain medication given by the doctors.

"And that's why you're a suspect!"

"Was." Mr. Smith said flatly, frowning at Micheal.

"What!? But she might as well could've been his accomplice!" He shouts, face red with anger.

"Jeff's blood was found at the crime scene. He left her for dead with those wounds. If we were a few minutes late, she would've bleed to death. She is a victim, Jeff, the killer's only surviver. And because of that-"

"You'll be placed in our care." The middle-aged woman finally spoke, being one of the two strangers.

Eboni moves to lay down, curling up in her blanket. "Yeah sure...whatever." she grumbles.

The woman smiles softly, the male moving to stand closer to her. "My name is Tiffany, and this is Daniel. We're your new foster parents."

"Dispite what you've been through with your previous one. Those two are the most trusted within the foster system of this town. Not one child has ever complained."

"Maybe because they've been too scared straight to." Eboni chuckles, glancing at her new parents before closing her eyes. "We'll see if I match up to your shitty statistics." The teen said softly before slipping into a much needed deep slumber.

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 3 Blackmail (alternate)

TW/CW: Creepy/intimate Whumper, blackmail (duh), threats towards loved ones, knife, start of torture (fading into black), paranoia Words: 771

Maybe it had been a mistake to get take away today of all times. One of her favourites. Before she could even sit down the loud electronical ding-dong of the doorbell over tuned the series she was watching. What was going on? Did her mother come back early from her trip anyway? Wouldn’t make sense, she said she’d stay with her friend for the night. And her brother was in ‘Graubünden’. The hairs on her whole body stood up but she walked in the dark room towards the door. There she carefully peaked through the windows in the door and saw Adam. She gulped and as much as it terrified her to do so she unlocked and opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

Adam took a step towards her, now nearly standing on the edge of the door. Just felt like popping in, I hope I didn’t annoy anybody?”, he inquired innocently, even though he of course already knew the answer.

“Only me, the other’s aren’t here right now.”

“I see…” Adam’s grin grew predatory “So? How are Sam and Dean doing?”

Lyra froze. How did he know that?! The thought that he really could read her mind flashed in her brain but she tried to ignore it. With a, as she hoped, secure grin she replied: “They’re not living ‘la vida-loca’ right now.”

“To be honest are they ever?”

“Eeeeeeh, no, not really.”

Adam smirked and took another step, now he was in the house. “You should close the door, who knows who could come in in the middle of the night.”

“Like you, for example.”, Lyra whispered under her breath. She stared at him for a moment more, then closed the door behind him, drenching them both in darkness again. Turning on her heels she walked back to the dinner table and sat down. Doing her best to ignore him.

Adam followed her casually and watched as she turned off her headphones and ranked the volume on her laptop up. Now he could hear Sam talk to Ruby and Dean about Lilith. But his focus was set on Lyra who now uncovered a plastic package with sushi rolls from a cardboard bag. He caught up to her and stood behind her chair, waiting. After a few moments Lyra sighed and paused her series.

“You have something to say?”, she asked.

“Oh no, no, I wouldn’t want to disturb your meal. It’s good that you’re eating. Even if it’s not much.”

“Huh. Alright. Well sushi is actually quite filling.”, she threw in and then took the chopsticks into her right hand and started eating.

Adam reached over her shoulder, relishing in the tiny flinch that caused and pressed the space bar on Lyra’s laptop. Continuing the play of the series. As she was about halfway through her sushi Adam began to speak again: “So, how’s your mental health been recently?”

Lyra froze at the question; rainbow roll halfway to her mouth. “It’s been normal, I guess.”

“I see, I see. Talk to anybody nice recently?”

Her breath stopped. He couldn’t possibly know that she wanted to talk to best friend about it. Right?! She tried to force the shaking out of her voice as she answered: “I mean, some teachers, classmates, a friend.”

“Would be a shame if they got to hear more than what’s healthy for them, right?”, Adam put a hand on Lyra’s shoulder.

“And what exactly would too much be, hm? The fact that you torture me?”

“Just know, they are very easy to take out. And for the torture part, well the way I know her she wouldn’t last long, don’t you agree? Oh but I’m sure she would break beautifully.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Am I? I swung by her house earlier, dropped something off. Maybe you should check in with her in a few days.”

Lyra paled. “You-you can’t be serious. You wouldn’t do that.”

Adam chuckled darkly: “And why is that hm? I have no trouble keeping you quiet. Just keep in mind what I told you and nobody has to suffer.”

“Nobody but me.”

“See it that way”-Adam pulled out a knife and rested the blade against Lyra’s throat-“If you do it somebody else won’t have to. Now how about we get up and upstairs, wouldn’t want the neighbours to see what’s next, right?”

Lyra was too stunned to resist so she just stood up and let Adam guide her, still with his blade against her windpipe.

On the table the credits of the episode ran out and the last two sushi rolls stayed abandoned on the plate. Nobody would finish them tonight.

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