#and tristan makes me laugh. i just know he had this fun thing with a cute surfer girl at the beach and then bam. seafoam baby. his mortal

[bunkernine]

ok question before i drop these chapters this week, cuz i realize im not confident but, since the demigods can be conceived without actual copulation, do you think beryl/jupiter, ezperanza/hephaestus, or aphrodite/tristan fucked crazy or did the lost trio just appear

3 days, only true bunker9 stans will see this

im trying to think what the "else wise" would be. jason's a literal stork. leo appears in the fire. piper rises from the seafoam. lol. zeus is pretty fond of doing weird things to women, and i doubt tristan waited 9 months for piper. leo is questionable tbh. more in tags about my specific thoughts, but i wanna know what u guys are thinking

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

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Trislance fandom, consider this my official apology for being so absent recently and my lack of trislance content and 4kota content in general akajakahahak

@alwaysamor SURPRISE, I DEDICATE THIS TO YOU, BESTIE, PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

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Lancelot is about three seconds from imploding.

About fifteen minutes prior, Lance had arrived at the annual Britannian Dusk Festival, an occasion which was put into place after his Uncle Meliodas and Aunt Elizabeth took the thrones.

Lance isn't usually one to go to these types of things, but he's started to realize that he, annoyingly, can't even say no to Tristan no matter how much he wants to. And the silverette had insisted he come along. And so, as soon as he'd stepped into the middle of town, a nephilim was immediately there with him.

"Oh, Lance, you made it! Come along, there's so much to show you!!" And then he'd grabbed one of Lance's hands and ran off, pulling him along behind him.

And ever since then, all he can think about is the hand in his. How it's both soft and calloused at the same time. How it holds onto his firmly, squeezing every so often as if to remind him of it's existence. And as Tristan talks and talks and talks about the festival and the booths and everything around them, Lance doesn't hear a single word of it.

He swallows as the tingling of bells reaches his ears and he looks up from the sight of their hands embracing to Tristan's face, red eyes locking with heterochromatic green and blue ones. And that's when he realizes that he never heard any bells. What he heard was Tristan laughing.

"Not like you to get so zoned out, Lance. It's kind of fun to see." Tristan says softly, a knowing look in his eyes and a slight pink to his cheeks.

He looks down at their hands and moves his own hand in order to line their fingers up and then lock them together. Lance's already pink cheeks darken, his eyes widening slightly.

"If I knew just holding your hand would make you react this way, I would've done it a lot sooner." Tristan says cheekily.

He stares at the prince for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing as he tries and fails to make his brain form words. So, instead, he just scoffs and looks to the side. "Whatever. They got any good food around here? Not the sweet crap you're always eating."

Tristan grins brightly. "Of course! I know just the booth!" And he goes right back to dragging Lance along with him throughout the crowds of people. And if Lance lets an affectionate smile form on his lips, then that's nobody's business but his own.

[a-french-coconut]

Drew Tanaka (Part 9)

"Peace at last ?"

"I wouldn't say peace," Drew says as she struggles to put reins on Porky, "it's more like a truce."

"Why's that ?" Connor asks her, leaning on Porky's stable.

"Well," she grunts as the pegasus moves his head again, "I talked to her about Silena and she understood, but she seemed kinda nervous about the whole thing."

"You think she's hiding something ?"

"I don't know-stop moving your damn head- no, not you Connor, the horse."

"It's unlikely, though." Connor says as he hands her the saddle pad, "she's too new to this world to be involved in something."

"Thanks, I wouldn't so sure about that. Remember her quest, a giant kidnapped her father ? It's the first time monsters use our mortal links to threaten us."

"Maybe she's got a really good relationship with her dad," Connor shrugs, "and we, a whole generation with parental issues, don't get how someone could use our mortal parents to blackmail us." He snorts, "If someone told me they had my mother, I would offer them a gift."

"Give me the saddle. Piper didn't seem on good terms with her dad. Famous actor, Tristan Mclean ?"

"I've been at camp since I was a child Drew, I have no idea who that is."

"Anyway, she told me they didn't speak a lot." She adjusts the saddle, give Porky an apple to distract him while she mounts him. "I think the whole story is fishy."

"Are you sure you like Piper ? Because you sure seems to try to find her problems."

"I'm not trying" she rolls her eyes, "but one disaster was enough, I don't need another Silena."

"Drew," Connor says softly, "Silena is dead, the war is over. Don't you think you're searching with something that isn't there ?"

"What ?" She snaps, "you think I'm crazy ?"

"I'm not saying that, but you've been so obsessed with "Piper being a new Silena" thing-"

"I wasn't obsessed, Stoll," she grits, "Piper thinks like Silena, she has charmspeak just like Silena, what else does she have in common with her too ?"

"What ? You think she's traitor ?" Connor cackles, "please, Drew, it's ridiculous."

"Listen, Stoll," she hisses, gripping Porky's mane tightly, "if all you are going to do is laugh at me, you can go. There is something weird with the whole quest. Piper insisted on going despite having no training whatsoever, and oh ! Her dad is kidnapped !"

"Coincidence !" Connor says with an infuriating flippancy, "they wanted leverage, and Jason's mom and Leo's weren't exactly available were they ?"

"Why ?" Drew frowns.

"They're dead."

"How the fuck do you know that ?"

"Annabeth told me about it after Thalia told her last summer and Leo talks a lot."

"Fine, but it doesn't change the fact that it's weird."

"Drew," Connor sighs tiredly, his smile a bit more strained, "I thought you wanted people to like you. You are not going to achieve that by accusing your new sister with no proof at all."

"Oh please, they'll get over it !"

"Accusing someone is big deal," Connor says bitterly, "trust me, it's no fun."

"Connor, it's not the same situation-"

"Except your own suspicions, do you have any concrete proof ?"

"No, but I can find-"

"Did she told you anything that might make her a traitor ?"

"I told you, she looked nervous-"

"Drew !" Connor snaps, "you can't go around telling people Piper is a traitor just because you think she is one !"

"Why not ?" She refutes hotly, "you turned out fine in the end !"

It's not right and she knows it.

She knows the nights Connor spent awake, cursing the campers who accused him, cursing Luke for being his brother.

She knows he doesn't trust people like he used to, not after the Titan war.

"I didn't mean it. Connor, I'm sorry."

But he's leaving.

"Connor !" She yells as he leaves the stables, "I'm sorry !"

Cursing, she dismounts Porky, and runs after the son of Hermes.

"Connor, don't you dare run !"

He runs, fast as a dryad.

"Oh for the love of gods." She groans, picking up speed, "Stoll !".

"Catch me and we'll talk !" He screams, going even faster.

"And no charmspeak !" He adds.

As if she could speak after chasing him for a good solid hour.

She's panting, her legs are aching and burning and they are probably the main show of the afternoon but she keeps running.

She has to apologise because she can't lose her best friend.

"Still there ?" He taunts her, the bastard still breathing perfectly, "Because I can keep going for a long- SOLACE PUT ME DOWN !"

As they pass in front of the infirmary, Will catches Connor and picks him up, bridal style.

"Will, you're the best !" She says when she arrives at their level.

"Don't listen to her, you're the worst." Connor pouts in Will's arms.

"What's been going on between you two ?" The son of Apollo asks sternly.

Drew's sure he would cross his arms if it wasn't for Connor.

"I messed up." She admits.

"She thinks Piper is a traitor." Connor says.

"That's not where I messed up." Drew clarifies.

"Oh yeah, she basically said that you can go around calling people traitors."

"And I'm wrong, I know."

Will sighs, obliged to free Connor to pinch his nose.

"First of all, apologise to Connor."

"Already did."

Will looks at Connor for confirmation and the son of Hermes nods.

"Great, second of all, what the fuck Drew ?"

"See ? It's ridiculous !" Connor exclaims.

"It's not !" She argues, "I have reasons !"

"What are they ?" Will sighs.

She tells me the same thing she told Connor, Piper's weird attitude and the mystery of her dad being kidnapped.

"Nonsense." Connor rolls his eyes.

She's ready to throttle him when Will talks.

"No, there's something weird about Piper's dad."

While Connor's jaw drops to the floor, Drew whoops.

"See, Stoll ? I'm not crazy."

"Wait, I'm not saying she's a traitor." Will warns, "but if her dad was kidnapped, then the giants knew about her."

"But she's new to this world !" Connor protests, "they certainly didn't get the information from here."

"Then it was from before."

"I don't know, Drew, even if the giants knew about her dad, what does it change ? They still saved Hera in the end and nobody died." Will points out.

"Yeah," Connor presses on, "if she was a traitor, she would have sabotaged the quest."

"That ends your theory, Drew." Will smiles, "congrats, your sister is not a traitor !"

"Yeah," she sighs, "I guess so..."

"The normal reaction would to be happy." Connor states.

"I know but you guys didn't see her when we talked about Silena, she looked uncomfortable when I told her she reminded me of her."

"As would anybody when you tell them you remind me of my dead sister." Connor mimics her voice.

"Shut up," Will hits Connor, "you almost had a panic attack when you saw Jason."

"Really ?"

"It wasn't a panic attack," Connor rolls his eyes, "I just freaked out a little when I saw blonde hair and glacial blue eyes."

"He stayed in the infirmary for two hours." Will adds.

"What happened to doctor-patient privacy ?" Connor complains.

"You didn't told me that." Drew frowns.

"Sorry," the son of Hermes says, "I just thought you had enough with your plate with Piper."

"Now that all the skeletons are out of the closet, come in." Will cheerfully push them in the infirmary.

"Why ?" They both ask.

"I need help classing the files."

They both groan.

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Turns out the three of them have very diverse manners to sort things. While Will does it by alphabetical order, Drew tries to create the best colour pattern and Connor ranks it from younger to older.

Will kicks them out rather quickly, as they messed up more his files than actually help him, and Drew wanders back to the archery range, for once empty from any Apollo's children.

She grabs a bow and a quiver, sets the moving targets and begins her training.

Look. String. Shoot.

Black circle.

Both her friends agree, Piper is not a threat.

Patience, follow the target's path.

Shoot, blue circle.

She's a new demigod, a new sister with who Drew got off on the wrong foot.

Two arrows at once, two different targets.

String the bow, bowstring cutting her fingers because she forget her gloves.

Black circle, miss the other.

Too long since she practiced, too long since anyone bothered teaching her.

They relaxed and Percy disappeared.

They thought the war was over and a new one fell upon them, catching them by surprise.

Last arrow, make it count.

Farthest target, moving between trees.

She can't have another Silena, and maybe Connor is right, maybe she's just a lunatic broken by war, a paranoid girl seeing Silena where she isn't.

Breathe, in and out.

Bowstring next to the ear, arrow ready to fly.

Wait for the target.

But Piper was nervous, and she needs to be sure, otherwise the worm of doubt will rot her from inside until it consumed her entirely.

Breathe, steady the arms, don't let them shake.

One last despicable act, one last sister under charmspeak.

Are you a traitor ?

Piper will say no, as Connor and Will say, and Drew will be free from Silena.

No more nightmares.

No more seeing her where she doesn't belong.

Target in front of her, shoot.

Red circle, not yellow.

Drew sighs as she lets down the weapon.

She really needs to practice more.

[darkwolf76]

49 from the angsty prompts for Criston and Deidre 👀👀

Thanks for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this one! Enjoy!

49. “You hurt me. I didn’t think…”

The blood leaves of the weirwood shivered in a passing breeze. Deidre found Criston under the heart tree’s bone white branches when she came to the Godswood, seeking solace after recent events at court. Off shift and out of his armor, he sat in his simple linen shirt and gray breaches, leaned against the trunk, whittling a broken off piece of the sacred tree itself, carving through the white bark on the surface to sap soaked wood underneath, red as blood and the leaves above him.

Deidre froze when she saw him, a myriad of emotions swirling inside her. He studied her with hard dark eyes, black and unreadable as he tilted his head like a predator and slowly stood, tucking away whatever he had been carving. Both regarded the other silently across the clearing before the heart tree. Deidre should have walked away but her mother’s grief won out and the words slipped from her lips before she could think to hold her tongue. “Alicent is taking my boy from me. You put her up to it, didn’t you?” Her words came out sharper than she intended.

Criston smiled at her, a slight and mocking thing. “Your boy? I thought he was your husband’s younger bastard brother, your ward you call him.”

“Bastard he may be, yet Alicent covets him as a companion for her sons and a squire for the crown? She would never make such a request of me unless you put it in her ear. You are taking my son from me simply to spite me!” Deidre narrowed her eyes as she stepped towards Criston, standing tall as she could. Yet the slight stature she had inherited from her Crannogmen mother could not compare with the tall warrior’s build of the Kingsgaurd before her.

Criston let out a bitter laugh, a thin and hallow sound far from the deep, warm chuckle she had so craved to hear in her youth. “Your son, your boy? Are you so quick to forget yourself, Lady Blackwood?”

Deidre flinched at the accusation in his voice but forced herself to meet his judgmental gaze. “Why must you resent me so, Ser, after all these years? Every decision I ever made was to protect you, and countless others to come. There are things greater than our personal desires and fancies.” Her eyes flickered to the heart tree, it’s morose face weeping tears of sap blood.

Criston’s sun kissed face, normally a stoic mask of hard lines, erupted with emotion, anger curling his lip into a sneer. “You continue to speak in your cryptic riddles, using your ancient gods as an excuse for what you did.” His jaw twitched in anger. “You didn’t protect me! You hurt me. I didn’t think…”

Deidre stared up at him wide-eyed, her mouth opening but no words coming out in response. Never before had he judged her faith, her, so harshly. He had once looked at her with fascination when she talked of her old gods, accepted all of who she was freely and with love, as she had him. Her eyes began to sting and she felt a lump form in her throat.

Criston shook his head. “So many of these high lords have made their judgments of me, a brute of a knight, when none of them know me at all. Of all people, I didn’t think you’d ever be among them, but…” His brow furrowed in disbelief. “You think I would hurt you, intentionally? Tristan is not just your boy. He is my son and Dyana is my daughter! You took them from me, and you were about to do it again! Already are they beyond my reach, and you’d have taken them beyond my sight, where I might never see them again, at least ensure they were safe!”

“I never meant to cause you pain,” Deidre whispered in a tearful voice. “I simply wanted you safe. I just want to keep all of us safe. The gods have whispered unspeakable horrors of what is to come if the course of fate doesn’t change. I had to do something.”

Criston’s hard eyes softened, a dark brown filled with sadness and agony as he stepped towards her. “And what do you think I want for the children? I did ask the queen to let the boy stay to train with the princes, so I may watch at least one of my children grow, give him opportunities even the highest born of lordlings could only dream of, and to keep him safe.” Criston stopped not a hands width from Deidre, staring down at her with pain and yearning warring in his amber gaze, chest heaving with emotion he’d suppressed for so long.

Deidre’s lips quivered at the tenderness she’d missed in that hard face, an earnesty and devotion she had once so treasured for herself burning in him for Tristan. “This place is a pit of vipers. Tristan will get hurt, if I leave him here alone.”

“He will not be alone. I will keep him safe. Let me keep him safe, and teach him so he may do that for himself someday. Please.” Criston’s hand came up to her shoulder, the squeeze of his callous fingers soft and reassuring.

Feeling his firm and steady touch after so many years broke Deidre. She nodded as a sob left her lips. “I will let him stay.” Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she gasped, “I am sorry, I am sorry I kept him from you.”

Criston trailed his fingers along her shoulder, up her neck, and to her jaw. His thumb traced her cheekbone, wiping the wetness away as he tilted her face upward towards his. His face drew close enough so their noses almost brushed. Deidre knew she should step away from him, a wife, a mother, but she could not. His breathe warm on her lips, she closed the remaining distance, tangling her fingers into his black hair as her mouth closed over his.

Criston’s arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her against him, his fingers finding their home again in the soft flesh of her hips. As their lips continued to dance, Deidre pulled him back under the cover of the heart tree, the weirwood’s bone white branches shielding them from prying eyes once again, for the first time in many years. Overhead, the blood leaves of the weirwood shivered in a passing breeze.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I think I may have Rake fatigue.

Can you suggest some novels with an inexperienced MMC? Or even a Virgin?

Aaaabsolutely. Fun fact: I love a virginal romance hero.

Historical:

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt. One of my faaaavorite books of all time. Winter is a virgin and he doesn't plan on changing that because sex is just not something he super thinks about (I think today he'd maybe read as demi, though he does have environmental factors like being a Quaker and being very aware of how illegitimate children suffer in the streets). He also runs an orphanage by day (one of the rare romances where kids Work--Winter is PRECIOUS with kids but not like soft if that makes sense) and is a masked vigilante by night. His heroine is a society widow six years older than him, very cosmopolitan and experiences, and it's HOT. This book makes me cry, it makes me laugh. It's so good.

Hotel of Secrets by Diana Biller. Another book where the hero is a virgin because he's got SHIT TO DO and he falls for a non-virginal heroine in the hotel where he's staying while he does UNDERCOVER SHIT. It's especially good because he's so uncomfortable with how hard she makes him all the time because he's supposed to be Above it.

In Want of a Viscount by Lorraine Heath. Rook is inexperienced because his father was a horrible man who sired a billion illegitimate children. He meets an American heiress who's in search of investors for her company, and they have this kissss, and it's on. BUT. Just because Rook is inexperienced in some ways, doesn't mean he's inexperienced in others. He knows a lot about "fucking without fucking". (He eats a lot of pussy.)

Melissa and the Vicar by S.M. LaViolette. Magnus is a virgin vicar and it is EXCELLENT. He's like. So hot. But so lovely? But also so, so horny and unsure of how to handle it. One of my favorite moments in this book is when he and Melissa have anal sex for the first time (well, his first time) and right after he asks her to meet his parents. As a gentleman should.

In Which Margo Halifax Earns Her Shocking Reputation by Alexandra Vasti. Henry has been in love with Margo, his best friend's sister, for years. Margo is known for being this wild party girl--what she doesn't know is that Henry is in fact a VIRGIN.

Unclaimed by Courtney Milan. The hero is a virgin and proud, he writes this treatide in the paper about why he's waiting to fall in love... and his enemy gets mad and pays a sex worker to seduce him. Enter our heroine (literally).

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall. M/m historical! Bonny (the dramatic, excitable one) is not a virgin, but Valentine (the stern, chilly one) is. Which I found delightful. Pretty sure Alexis also wrote Valentine as demisexual.

Band Sinister by KJ Charles. Another m/m historical, Philip is decidedly not a virgin, Guy is and basically doesn't know anything about what he wants lmao.

Upcoming: The Mistress Experience by Scarlett Peckham is out in June and it's EXCELLENT. The hero isn't a virgin, but he's had sex only a couple times and it's been yeeeears since he last had it. He wants to get married and please his wife, so he hires the sex worker heroine to teach him for a month. This book has squirting. That's all.

Contemporary:

The Bride Test by Helen Hoang. Khai is on the spectrum and against relationships, but his mom wants him to get married, so she brings him a potential bride over from Vietnam. (She doesn't realize that Esme is also a single mom, but ssh.) He's a virgin, and I kinda loved this because he's like... not good at sex at all the first time, and they have to talk for him to get better.

Salt Kiss by Sierra Simone. Tristan is a total virgin (he's also 29, which is nice) and has an unfortunate habit of falling in love... easily lol. He becomes the bodyguard for Mark, who runs a sex club. It's honestly very funny to read their dynamic because Tristan has a habit of just SAYING SHIT and when Mark asks him about things he may find "hard to watch" at the club, he's like "ummmm idk MAYBE A BREEDING KINK because I WANNA BREED SOMEONE but i ALSO WANT SOMEONE TO BREED ME idk" and Mark is like ".... uh huh".

Naturally, Mark does in fact totally debauch him, only to send him off to pick up Isolde, Mark's fiancee (who Mark ALSO deflowered in Salt in the Wound, the prequel novella you don't have to read but I absolutely recommend). Then the book becomes MMF.

Paranormal:

Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole. One of my favorite IAD books. Conrad joined a vampire-killing cult when he was mortal, which required a vow of chastity. And then he got turned into a vampire against his will BY HIS BROTHERS and subsequently went completely insane for a couple hundred years. Now he's falling in love with a sexy French former burlesque dancer/ghost. Good for him! I loooove it. "Does Conrad want to see my panties" -- immortal line, pun intended.

Dark Skye by Kresley Cole. The hero of this book is a virgin like... he thinks he's an angel but he's not but he does have wings and they do Add To It.... but he's like a warrior for a super religious country and is as such a huge virgin. He loses his virginity to the heroine through a special sheet with a hole cut it in lmao. It shouldn't work. It... did for me.....

Mating the Huntress by Talia Hibbert. A werewolf hunter finds out she's a werewolf's fated mate, and oops, he's a virgin! A surprisingly lighthearted and super hot Halloween read.

Heart of Iron by Bec McMaster. This is a historical paranormal. The heroine is a lovely little debutante type with a Secret, and the hero is her werewolf bodyguard. In this series, werewolfitude is passed through bodily fluids, so he's a virgin. Which doesn't mean they don't Do Stuff lmao.

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone. This book is MMF and FF, two separate relationships, in a group of six friends. All but two of them are virgins in the beginning, including Auden (classic Sierra Simone Brideshead Revisited rich pretty boy, baby dom) and St. Sebastian (the poor boy who was childhood friends and More with Auden, and now there's beef as they fall for the same girl and also each other). I really love the unrolling of the tension and the virginity loss stuff in this series. Everyone is SO. SO. HORNY.

Fantasy:

The King's Spinster Bride by Ruby Dixon. The hero is younger than the heroine but very confident and much more experienced in the world, generally, than her. He learns quickly, though.

Sci-Fi:

Many Ice Planet Barbarian books by Ruby Dixon have virgin heroes! Some of my favorites include:

Barbarian Alien. The cold and awkward alien literally grabs this woman who hates his ass and takes her off to a cave and then is like "well I did not think this through".

Barbarian Mine. Tbh I kinda judge myself for liking this one but it is what it is. There's a huge Tarzan and Jane vibe to this one, because the hero isn't just an alien--his dad raised him separate from the other aliens, and then he died when the hero was a kid, so he's grown up all alone and doesn't even know like.... what sex is.......... WELP. HE LEARNS.

Barbarian's Mate. Probably my favorite book in the series I've read so far. The heroine and hero hate each other, and she's never found a mate because, unbeknownst to her, her IUD kept it from working...? So it falls out and she IMMEDIATELY connects with the guy she hates and she's disgusted lmao. She lets him just come all over himself like multiple times.

[elfdragon12]

A Time For Play

(Some suggestive frisky shenanigans. It's Tracks, so of course it doesn't go smoothly. ;3)

"So I've been thinking..."

"That's dangerous, Raoul."

"Oh, really creative, Tristan."

"Excuse my lack of orignal witticisms while I'm in the middle of leg presses." Tristan let out a breath as he pushed the weights out. He eased them back down. His blue eyes looked up to his, well, whatever they were to each other. As much as he wanted to label their relationship, he wasn't going to push. "What were you thinking about?"

"So your sister is Road Rage, popular and talented wrestler, and the two of you used to watch it together. If you're like any siblings I know, you used the moves on each other, right?

Another rep. "Frequently." Another rep.

"You keep yourself fit, you're a good-looking guy, and you have a strong personality.

"Thank you." Another rep. "I think."

Raoul waved off the doubt. "I wouldn't hang around if it was a bad thing. But anyway, why didn't you go into wrestling too? The two of you could probably make a killer tag team." His warm brown eyes watched Tristan's face.

One more rep and Tristan eased the weights down for a break. "Well," he said as he breathed out, "believe it or not, I do actually enjoy finance, business, and so on, especially as my skill in understanding a contract has helped Rochelle along the way." He grabbed a towel and wiped his face and neck. "As fun as I found wrestling, I never had the drive like she did in sports. Nor the desire to throw myself at people and hope they catch me."

Unbidden, Tristan's mind pulled up a memory of shouting and harsh words, ending in Rochelle walking out of their parents' home for the last time in months. Or maybe it was years?

"It was also not a popular choice with our parents." He did his best to keep the shame out of his voice. By the grimace on Raoul's face, he wasn't as successful as he had hoped. "Rochelle was driven though."

Raoul was silent as Tristan took a drink of water.

"Wanna show me?"

"Hm?"

"Wanna show me the kind of wrestling moves the two of you would do?"

Tristan couldn't hold back a little laugh. "Well, this gym doesn't have any couches for what we'd do as children." He stood and, balancing against the machine, looked around. "Though maybe we can do a few things she'd pull on me while she was training. There's an empty spot right over there."

"First thing, of course," he continued once they walked away from the machines, "is the lock-up. You've seen it, I'm sure."

"That thing they do when they run right at each other and push back and forth."

"Exactly, so you'll place your hands here," Tristan set one of Raoul's hands against his shoulder and the other wrapped around the back of neck, "and I'll set mine opposite of yours. Then we can push or pull each other back and forth until we hit the next beat."

As Raoul looked up at him with those lovely dark brown eyes, all Tristan could think about was how close their faces were.

Then Raoul started pushing.

In his surprise, Tristan was forced a few steps back. "Nice try," he said as he pushed back to keep a stalemate, "but I'm not so worn out as that!" He pushed back.

Although Tristan trained so frequently, Raoul was no slouch. He gave as well as he got, pushing Tristan back after he lost some ground. Tristan could feel the thrill in his blood at the playful competition. This was why he couldn't get enough of him!

Raoul forced a short laugh. He made eye contact. "So, teach, what next?" The confidence in the toothy grin was enough to get Tristan grinning back.

"Just this." Tristan slipped one hand from the lock up and pushed Raoul's arm up. He slipped his head underneath, his arms wrapping around Raoul's torso as he circled behind. His hands ran up, pushing Raoul's arms out of the way, and took hold behind his neck. He thrust a leg in front. And pushed forward.

With a yelp, Raoul tilted forward. However, Tristan held him still.

"No bumps today," he grunted, his heart thumping with excitement and exertion, "your face is too handsome for that." Leaning over Raoul's shoulder, he pecked a kiss on his cheek. The resulting flush on his face had Tristan's mind soaring in triumph.

"Thanks," Raoul said. His stance loosened as Tristan eased up on the hold. However, a devious grin was the only warning before his arms wrapped around Tristan's neck. "We ain't done yet though!" He pulled down.

Both tumbled to the floor.

Tristan grunted, the air rushed out of his lungs. However, no quarter was given and Raoul was on top of him, staddling his stomach. Raoul snatched his wrists, pinning them to the floor. Tristan tried to shift, but he was held back down.

"One," Raoul counted, "two, and three. I win."

"You know," Tristan breathed out, "you're supposed to let me kick out at two and a half." Testing Raoul's grip, he squirmed.

"Nah," Raoul said, keeping his grip firm. "I'm not in the mood to draw it out too long. I think it's time we switched it up a bit." His eyes darkened as he shifted his hips back. "Up the stakes, if you know what I mean." The curve of his backside met flush with Tristan's pelvis.

All thoughts that weren't about Raoul and the feel of his body disappeared from Tristan's mind. His eyes widened as he stared up at him. "Oh," was all he could say, especially when Raoul shifted just so.

Leaning forward, Raoul hovered over Tristan. "Real cute when you forget how to speak."

"J-just surprised," Tristan rushed out. It was a struggle to keep his body still, to not chase the blissful pressure of their bodies pressed together. "You're going to have to try a little harder than that."

Raoul hummed. "Right," he said. His hand slid from Tristan's wrist down his arm, and up his neck. With the slightest pressure, he tilted his lover's chin up. "As if I don't know exactly how to make you speechless."

Whatever Tristan was going to say, it was lost as the two were suddenly drenched in cold water. The two jolted up. Raoul's wet hair hung in his face as Tristan coughed up the water tht got in his nose and mouth.

"Huh, turns out it ain't that hard."

They looked up and grimaced.

Standing over them with a now empty jug was Bautista. A wry smirk pulled at his face as he watched them. While not a tall man, he towered over them in this moment.

"It's not what it looks like!" Tristan tried, though he wilted under the deadpan stare he got in return. "Alright. It is what it looks like."

Bautista shook his head. "Hey, I know how it is. I got five kids with my wife and it ain't just because we wanted more of them." He smirked at the face the two younger men pulled. "Don't want to hear it from me? I better not see it from you. Now let's get the two of you up." With little effort, he grabbed their hands and pulled them upright.

"We won't do it again?" Raoul tried, looking appropriately repentant with all the wet hair.

"You won't," Bautista agreed, "especially after you get some extra duties for a week to remind you to keep it in private." He snickered when they groaned. "First one? Mop up this mess."

By this time, Tristan's face matched his red hair. "Yes, sir," he sighed.

The two were quiet as Bautista left them to it.

"Next time, we'll find a better hiding spot."

"Raoul!"

[logan-fields-official]

Joey Wheeler x ~Bullied~ Reader

Y/N nervously walked into her new school, her heart beating fast as she scanned the hallways for her first period class. She was the new girl, and she knew that she stood out like a sore thumb. Her awkwardness and shyness only made her an easy target for the other students. As she walked, she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her, whispering and pointing. She could hear the familiar snickers and taunts directed at her, making her feel even more self-conscious. She had always been a magnet for bullies, but she had hoped that starting at a new school would give her a fresh start. Just as she was about to head towards her locker, she bumped into someone, causing her books to fall to the ground. She quickly bent down to pick them up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 'Sorry about that,' a voice said, and Y/N looked up to see a boy with blonde hair and a cocky grin. His sharp brown eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief, but there was also a hint of kindness in them. 'It's fine,' Y/N mumbled, trying not to make eye contact. 'I'm Joey Wheeler,' he introduced himself, extending a hand to help her up. 'Y/N,' she replied, shaking his hand timidly. 'You're new here, right?' Joey asked, gesturing towards her backpack with a new student tag on it. Y/N nodded, silently praying that Joey wouldn't make fun of her like everyone else. 'You don't seem like you're from around here,' Joey remarked, his eyes narrowing in concern. 'I...moved here from a different country,' Y/N replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that Joey seemed genuinely interested. 'Well, welcome to Domino City. It may seem a bit rough at first, but trust me, you'll fit in soon enough,' Joey reassured her with a friendly smile. As they walked to class together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Joey's kindness. She couldn't believe that someone had actually stood up for her, instead of joining in on the teasing. 'You know, I used to be the new kid here too. And believe me, it wasn't easy. But then I met my friends, Yugi, Tea, and Tristan, and things started to get better,' Joey said, as if reading her mind. 'Friends?' Y/N repeated, the word feeling foreign on her tongue. She had always been a loner, thanks to her social awkwardness. 'Yeah, you know, people you can count on. And I have a feeling that you'll fit right in with us,' Joey said with a wink, making Y/N smile for the first time since she arrived at the school. And just like that, Joey had unknowingly given Y/N hope. Hope that she could finally belong somewhere. Hope that she could finally make friends who truly cared about her. As the day went on, Joey made it his mission to introduce her to his friends, and to make sure that she felt welcome. And whenever someone tried to make fun of Y/N, Joey was quick to shut them down with his quick wit and biting sarcasm. Joey and Y/N spent the rest of the day together, laughing and chatting like they had been friends for years. And as they parted ways at the end of the day, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and happiness she hadn't felt in a long time. Thanks to Joey, Y/N had found a place where she belonged, and she was grateful to have him as a friend. 'So, same time tomorrow?' Joey asked with a grin. 'Definitely,' Y/N replied, returning his smile. And as she walked home, Y/N couldn't wait for the next day to arrive, where she knew she would have a friend like Joey by her side.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - A Pitcher of Gay Beer

*Warning Adult Content*

There were no tables available in the restaurant so instead of waiting around while the food cooked, they put their order in and went back to the arcade. Peter made a joke about letting Tristan beat him at racing to calm him down and the two took off. Emmett touched Finnegan's elbow.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, I promise. You don't have to keep asking me."

At least he had once Emmett had reassured him that the shoes had been a nice treat and no one was angry.

"Good. Now, are you going to fess up? There's no way you haven't bowled before."

"I told you I only did once, like five years ago and it was the full-sized balls, we don't have candlepin in Michigan, really.  Some places have a lane or two but only the kids use them."

"I've been bowling for years and you're better than me, maybe that just makes me really bad at it. Hmm."

"You're a lot better than Tristan," Finnegan teased.

He appreciated the compliment. He always worried about doing new things and felt like he walked around not knowing how to do half the things that most other people did. It wasn't that he was sheltered, so much, just that he was missing a few years.

"The hockey table's free. Are you in for a game?"

Air hockey... it looked like so much fun. He was probably the only person alive who'd come through four years of college without ever learning how to play. But maybe, just maybe, Emmett wouldn't mind teaching him. Of course he might just laugh in his face when he found out that he couldn't play but it was a risk he was going to have to take some time. He hadn't read any of the rules ahead of time but it didn't look that hard and he'd done well at bowling, so maybe it was worth a shot.

"I could try but I have a confession. I don't know how to play."

Emmett's eyes narrowed and he gave Finnegan a pointed look.

"Don't think I'm going to fall for that again."

He hadn't meant to be harsh and didn't think it sounded that way but Finnegan's face fell and he looked uncomfortable.

"Hey, I was kidding. I mean, I'm not going to play for money but... what is it?"

"Nothing, we can do something else."

"Nope, let's do this."

He put four quarters in the machine and grabbed the puck.

"Okay, that's your side. Grab your little do-hickey, whatever this is called and make sure your fingers are tucked up, that's really the only rule cause trust me, that puck hurts. So obviously I'm going to try to get the puck in your goal and you're going to try to get it right here" he explained, motioning and showing Finnegan where the parts of the table were.

"You can't go past the central line with your paddle do-hickey. I'm sure there are real rules but that's how I play. I'll start and we'll go slow until you get a feel for things, okay?"

Emmett was true to his word and didn't send it flying towards him which gave Finnegan a chance to actually hit and send it back towards his side of table.

"The air is so weird."

"Yeah, makes it fun. Try banking off the side, like this."

Finnegan copied his motion, hitting it a little bit harder than he expected and it sailed into the goal.

"I'm sorry."

Emmett just chuckled and retrieved the puck.

"Don't be, that's the whole point of the game. Okay, ready to speed it up a little bit and play for real?"

"Maybe?" he joked, excited but a little nervous about just how fast this was going to go.

He'd watched games before and it was hard to even watch the puck, he couldn't imagine how hard it would be to hit it. This game was probably going to end with him having scored one single, solitary goal. When Emmett tapped it towards him it was fast but not a blur and he managed to hit it even though it didn't go exactly where he wanted to. They went back and forth across the table three or four times before he finally missed it and Emmett scored.

"Okay, do I just put it anywhere?"

"Finn," Tristan snorted.

"Oh God. We're in public," he said, scream whispering the last few words.

Finnegan hadn't even seen them walk over.

"I meant the puck."

"Kinky," Tristan teased and then the intercom crackled to life.

"Martin Locke. Your table is ready."

Almost everyone ignored it and a few people looked confused but Emmett put his paddle down.

"We're up."

Peter and Tristan looked a little bit confused but suddenly Finnegan laughed.

"Do you get it?" 

He loved how smart Finnegan was.

"Yeah. Marten and your last name. That's funny."

"That's Andy. Always a jokester," he explained.

"Marten is my pet ferret," he told Tristan and Peter, letting them in on the joke as they walked towards the restaurant section.

Within five minutes their table was laden with food. Peter and Tristan were sharing a platter bigger than most coffee tables loaded  with nachos and each had a burger as well. Emmett watched Finnegan eat his scallops which had been a brave choice, most people weren't brave enough to order seafood at a bowling alley. He seemed to be enjoying them though and Emmett was more than happy with his fajitas. He saw Andy walking by and gave him a little wave, surprised when he veered over in their direction. Then he slid into the booth next to him.

"Hey Andy," he said, his voice strained.

"Hey, how is everything?"

Finnegan was slightly confused but answer politely.

"Great, thanks."

"You guys need anything?"

"No," he quickly replied.

"Were all set Andy, thanks."

"You trying to get rid of me, Locke?"

Finnegan wasn't sure what to make of the balding, pudgy man who was now sitting hip to hip with his date.

"Sort of Andy. I'm on a date."

The worry and jealousy that popped up into Finnegan's brain quickly receded. Okay, so Andy wasn't a boyfriend. He noticed that Andy jumped up immediately, wiping his hands on his pants. Strange.

"I'm so sorry but damn it Emmett, three?"

Peter, Tristan and Finnegan all tried not to laugh and avoided looking in Emmett's direction. Emmett was horrified.

"No, it's a double date. This is Finnegan... my date," he stressed.

"Oh, like a date. A gay date. I got it. Um, do I need to do anything?" Andy asked, obviously embarrassed.

"Yes," Emmett said slowly.

"I need you to leave... like now."

As soon as he was out of earshot, Emmett ran his fingers through his hair and looked down at his lap, shaking his head to try to pretend like that entire scene hadn't happened.

"I'm so sorry."

"I have SO many questions," Tristan announced but Peter simply shook his head 'no'.

"Fine, sorry."

Finnegan did too but now probably wasn't the time. He would find out all about this Andy dude when they were in private. He saw a waitress approaching them and expected her to turn but the young woman didn't, putting a pitcher of beer and four glasses onto their table. Lemon slices were floating in the pitcher and each one had a cocktail umbrella stuck into it.

"Um?"

"From Andy," she announced before spinning and walking away.

They all stared at the crazy concoction in front of them and even Emmett was speechless. Finally, Peter offered up his idea.

"That must be a gay pitcher of beer. You know, for your gay date."

Emmett was mortified.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. He means well.. he really is a nice guy... he's just... what the hell?"

Tristan was pulling out each slice of lemon by its umbrella and putting it on a small appetizer plate.

"It's cute and I'm not wasting good beer."

He poured four glasses and then topped each one with a lemon island.

"Here's to Andy."

He raised his glass, glad to see that Peter could hardly contain his laughter. Finnegan was game too and finally Emmett lifted his glass.

"To Andy."

[wholabaloo]

To wear cute fits and go out with your besties 🥹

Ngl I'm getting used to this lifestyle.

As in having no buddies .

Can't help but feel jealous but it's definitely not resentment

I'm really happy for everyone else like I absolutely love the for you 🫂.

if I get my mind and thoughts on the right plane I can live vicariously through them even if it's just for a moment. When I imagine it, it just feels so lovely. Walking along a beautiful trail laughing with your friends, talking about what you're going to do next. Deciding which person is going to cook dinner that night but then turning it into a game.

It makes me feel really good until it doesn't but I think I've figured out when it's time to stop.

It makes me sad that I can't have that too. Y'know chatting on discord or on the phone with your friends, doing activities together and stuff. Like I'd love to go on one of those trips Ronnie does with his friends occasionally or go bar hopping like sandini does with hers.

I was so jealous of my mum when I picked her up last Friday. They started singing "their song" and when it was time to say goodbye they had so many good things to say about each other like they didn't want to say bye.

It was absolutely adorable I just wanted to cry. They even kissed each other's cheeks bless. I want that too

Same with Jacob having his friend who he can ask about school work and the ones who he can chat with while they play games

Or how Suma became best friends with Tristan immediately and Ryan goes fishing with his friends and Koko and all her different pals doing pal stuff like going to the beach or renting out a boujee cabin and stuff. It looks and sounds so fun.

But it's okay though, as jealous as I am I'm super super happy for everyone. Get to have some good times in the company of others, share ideas and jokes and just pass the time together.

I don't know what my problem is really, I'm just not that gal for other people. Just not that *pal*.

I'm getting used to just having my own company now I feel the need to have friends less and less but of course I'll always be a bit jealous on the inside.

I just wonder what it is about me that just doesn't click properly. It's gotta be something about my personality, I just can't pinpoint it from the outside looking in.

It's funny though, I couldn't tell you if I'd be better or worse off having found out.

When Lockie is sad I pet him and brush his fur to try to cheer him up. If he did that for me I don't know what I'd do.

I'll just keep being my own friend

I don't think I'm a good friend to myself

Might be why I'm not a good friend for others either.

I cry 😢

But it helps me sleep 😴

[trismp4]

❛ knew you'd be into it if i got down on my hands and knees . but you know , i can't give you everything you want , shay . gotta play some shit close to the chest . ❜ tristan teased around , laughing at the idea of getting down on the ground at such a public event that wasn't really known for being messy . although , it wouldn't stop tristan . he didn't care where he was making a complete 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 of himself . it really made no difference to him . on another note , she was right . they were friends before anything else happened between them . before they hooked up , before the sex tape , before all the mess that came into play with his ruined relationships and her punishments from her father . even if that friendship was looked down on by the people around them . not completely understanding the two or the bound they shared as friends . nevertheless , maybe everyone was right ? tristan had a way of pulling the 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 out of anyone and everyone he managed to be around . he had a way of spinning any relationship he had into something a bit messy or toxic . it didn't matter what type of relationship that was , it seemed to be one of the males talents . ( an art form . ) that being said , it was easy to keep things light with shayla despite their past . more than likely because the two of them never deep dived into a romantic relationship . all tristan's romantic relationships being 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 from the get go . he couldn't think of one ex or hookup he had that ended or kept going on good terms . a hint of pain or suffering tagged along . but with shayla , they were able to keep that lightness . never having a chance to really destroy their friendship because she was banned from him from her father . made it a bit difficult to continue to drag her into his shit .

❛ even more reason to have some fun . especially with me who your dad fucking hates . it's like flipping off the man . taking back some control of your life instead of letting your dad dictate what you do and who you hang around . ❜ and maybe that bit actually was something tristan believed . not just some spewed together words to get her to do whatever bullshit idea he could come up with . but tristan didn't have the most 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 or 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 type relationship with his own family . purposely making their lives a living hell any chance he got . ❛ first , we should highjack a bottle from the bar . i'm fucking quenched . ❜ he spoke , acting as if he hadn't had a drink in years . nothing he said to be taken all that seriously . ❛ and then share the bottle , walk the halls , see if there's any top secret rooms we shouldn't go in and take a peek . i never been to one of these things before . i wanna check the place out . get the full experience . ❜ tristan said , playing innocent .

"i know you're just fucking around but now i want to screw with you so do it, get on your hand and knees and clean it." one, it would actually make the night funnier and second, she just wants to see how far he would go. even before they slept together, they were best friends, they just got each other on a platonic kind of level and even now they can't help but tease each other for it. if there was one person that should not be in her circle, someone that she should stay far away from, it would be him. she knew her dad never accepted him as a friend so if there were anything more between them, he would ship her to korea, without a second though. it worse that he knows this because all he does is make her want to go back to her old ways. itwould be so easy too, to just slip back into that time where she was so carefree and having the time of her life. "trust me, i try to forget you. you're the reason my dad put me in that god awful boarding school, did you forget?" shayla knows that she should walk away and clean herself up and hope that he isn't there when she comes back but a tiny part of her can't help but want to give in. "okay, fine. you sparked my interest, what kind of fun?"

[leossmoonn]

Tristan concept: he likes reader but she doesn’t wanna go out with him because of his playboy status and finally says yes

AHH THIS ONE IS CUTE

“I heard you use that line on Louise,” you scoff.

“I did not such thing!” Tristan frowns. “You know the way to a girl’s heart is not lying, right?” You retort.

“I don’t have any more good lines.”

“Seems like you’re out of luck then,” you sigh. You shut your locker and walk away. Tristan catches up with you, slipping his hand into yours. Heat creeps up your face and you try to slow your heart rate.

“You look really pretty today,” he smiles.

“How many girls have you said that to today?” You raise a brow.

“Only you, actually.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort. “Why don’t you believe me?” He pouts.

“Oh, I don’t know, because more than half the girls has had your dick inside them.”

“Okay, it’s not more than half, you know that. And I’ve changed.”

“Not really.”

“I haven’t had sex in two months.”

“Wow. Do you want a medal?”

“I’m serious, Y/n. I’ve changed.”

“Oh, yeah? And who did that?”

“You.”

You stop in your tracks. Your ears grow warm and you look at him shyly. Why me?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” he sighs. “But you make me want to be a better person. You’re so smart and kind, you always are helping people, even when you’re having a bad day. You’re always making me laugh and you take no one’s bullshit. You’re also really pretty. You’re always a sight for sore eyes.”

His words tug at your heart strings. And even if they may be true, you can’t give in. Not for the chance of you getting hurt.

“And since I’ve been around you and become you’re friend, I’ve been wanting to do better. I really like you, Y/n. Genuinely. Not just because you’re hot and you smell nice and you have a nice ass, but… I feel… I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And you deserve a guy who is equally smart and kind. A guy who is not a dumbass, like me, and a guy who can love you like you deserve. And I want to be that guy so bad. So I’ve been trying more in school and I’m not flirting with anyone but you. And I don’t really want to anyways. You’re always in my mind and I just really, really want to be with you.”

You chuckle as he comments on your ass. Classic Tristan. But that was his personality. He couldn’t change that.

“I don’t really know if you like me. You always play hard to get and that’s fun, but I always want to look out for myself. In case I get hurt.”

“The likelihood of you getting hurt is slim,” you chuckle.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I like you, too, Tristan. You’re cute, funny, got great pick up lines. I can tell you’ve been trying harder, but I’m scared. I don’t want to be your first “whatever” and then have you break my heart because you finally know how to be in a relationship.”

“I can’t promise you we’ll stay together forever, but I can promise you that I won’t break your heart.”

“You think so?”

He nods and brings your hand up to his lips. He kissed your knuckles. “I know so.”

“Alright. I’ll go out with you then.”

A grin lights up his face. “Really?”

“As long as you’re paying,” you smirk. “Always,” he nods.

“Pick me up at seven then,” you say. He nods vigorously. “I will. Definitely.”

And you walk away, turning your head behind your shoulder. He def starts doing a victory dance in the middle of the hallway with no shame

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 8

• a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball •

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,357

Warnings: All characters in this fic are 18+. Minors DNI. Swearing, mentions of drug use, all that shittt.

A/N: early post supriseeee, it’s Tuesday but I’m on a roll and had this chapter done so fuck it. this chapter really just makes my heart flutter, pure fluff. I am love sick, truly, enjoy. let me know how you liked it and how it made you feel :)

October 30th 2021

You finally were getting to see Melo today after not seeing him for what felt like forever. Ever since last week when you and Tristan broke up, he checked up on you when he had the chance by texting you and making sure you were doing okay.

He truly took your request seriously of sending you pictures of something cool, funny or random that he saw. It became almost an everyday thing where he would either send a plate of his food, a random picture of his face and tried to justify it because he said you specifically asked to send “something cool.”

He would also send a picture of maybe just a random statue or landmark. He started sending more views after you once told him that beautiful views were you favorite thing. He knew those little random messages made you smile and that is how those text messages grew to be a special way to connect even being hundreds of miles apart from each other.

Each day felt less and less painful since the break up. You were taking the time to work on yourself. You had not received a single call or text from Tristan. You have been on edge about it ever since, wondering if he would reach out to you to say anything else before he leaves for good.

Until now.

Tristan: My beautiful darling Y/N who I’ll miss very much. I’m sorry things had to end this way. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. Just know I always loved you and didn’t want things to end this way. I didn’t want them to end at all. I didn’t tell you my plan was the military because I didn’t want you to think badly of me. I guess that doesn’t make sense. All I know is I’ll always love you. No one will ever love you like I did. I wish you the best. I leave for boot camp on the first of November.

You scuff in frustration. It almost makes you want to laugh. Staring at your phone rereading it wondering how you put up with the toxicity for so long. You slipped your phone in your back pocket got out of your car, grabbing your coffee and purse.

You shut the door behind you and looked up startled and in shock, there stood Melo with his arms open.

“Oh my gosh,” you exclaimed running up to hug him.

“Heyy,” he chuckled while squeezing you tight. You let go of the hug and looked up at him, his eyes were low and he was cheesing extra hard.

You smirked and him.

“Hmm, I see what you were up to,” you teased.

“Whatttt?” He asked in a high pitched tone, trying not to laugh.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, reaching up to hold his cheeks, turning his face side to side to look into his red eyes, visibly high. He grabbed both your hands and brought them down to your sides.

“Don’t worry bout it,” he teased.

“Okay,” you huffed. “I’m just mad you didn’t ask me to join.”

“Awww, you smoke though?” He asked and the two of you began walking.

“No, yes, well I’ve done it a couple times it’s been a while,” you shrugged.

“I don’t want to corrupt you camera girl, you’re too pure for this world,” he stated while the two of you got to his car.

“I’m not that pure,” you argued and he looked at you sideways.

“Hmmm, oh really?” He stated getting his car started.

“Whatchu like to do for fun?” He asked you.

“Well- I… I guess I work a lot.. and I consider work fun. So that’s a good question,” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, you getting the grind in. Let’s have some fun today though. You deserve it after all that… how you been feeling?”

You gave him directions on where to go as you spoke on the things you had not talked about with each other through text.

“Well, I was doing better without any contact with him but then he… texted me today and it just kinda refueled some anger,” you replied.

“Awww shit,” Melo stated.

“Yeah… I’ll uh- show you when we get there but besides that. How are you feeling?”

“Great now that I’m with you,” he stated and you smiled.

“Stopppp. I mean I’m honored,” you giggled. “But are you doing okay physically and mentally?”

“Yeah I mean, I’m proud of myself and how I’ve been doing this season. I just have love for the game, not much too it,” he shrugged.

“I love how you talk about it like it’s not a big deal,” you stated.

“I mean my love for the game is pretty natural,” he shrugged. “Nun’ crazy.”

“Don’t downplay it, you’re amazing,” you nudged him.

“Camera girl you gasssin’… I love to hear it though keep going,” he smirked.

“Nah that’s enough we don’t need that big head getting any bigger,” you teased.

When you got to the restaurant it was pretty empty. You wanted to go to this small Chinese Restaurant near your hometown that you always used to go to.

“So spill the tea,” Melo said while leaning back in his seat. “What happened with ‘ol wanna be military boy?”

“Well… I actually haven’t heard from him, so I was doing great but then today…” you say pulling out your phone and pulling up the text from Tristan. You hand it over to Melo and he furrowed his brows while he read it.

“First of all, why are his messages green? Wit’ his broke ass,” he said while he continued to read it and you could not help but laugh a little.

You scan his face while he reads it, he shakes his head while handing your phone back to you.

“That’s…” he trailed off. “a toxic response. Talking bout some ‘No one will ever love you like I did,’ go to hell,” he mumbled and you laugh again.

“Yeah I don’t think I want to pay any mind... It feels like one big lie. I just know it is,” You shrugged.

“Wait so… how exactly did the conversation start though? Like the day it happened?” he asked.

You felt the heat run to your cheeks as you looked down at the table remembering it all.

“Well..” you start.

“Oh shit…” he replies.

“When we got home after getting my kitten, I opened up my laptop and I still had the pictures I was editing of you up. He was pissed and started going off talking bout some “why did you give him a photoshoot again” like it’s not my job… then he was claiming shit like we did plenty of photoshoots… this this and that and like I spend all my time with you.”

“What the hell, does he know we only did two?” He questioned while sipping his water.

“Yeah,” you sighed throwing your hand up in defeat.

“Wooow,” he dragged while raising his brows.

“Yeah so.. he was definitely jealous,” you stated crossing your arms.

“Damn,” he muttered, face scrunched up while he looked to the side with a smug grin on his face.

“LaMelo…” you stated firmly, squinting your eyes at him catching onto his pride getting the best of him in that moment.

“Sorry, my fault, my fault,” he brought his hand on his mouth to cover it, straightened his posture and rubbed his goatee as you continued.

“Then he said something along the lines of ‘ that’s slutty behavior and if I was trying to get with you without him knowing... He also said and I quote “‘NBA players do not take bitches seriously’,”

Melo crossed his arms now with a serious tone, “What the fuck?”

“Yeah… it was ugly.”

“We not all like that, I’m kinda pissed he said that, not kinda but really and more of the fact that he was extremely disrespectful to you. Ion’ give a fuck what that man thinks about me. I know who I am.”

“Yeah to be honest the more I look back the more I realized how mentally unstable he would act,” you sighed. “So I refuse to believe any sort of opinion he has.”

The waitress brought out your meals and the two of you began eating. You realized how at peace you felt at this very moment. You cherished it and felt grateful to be in Melo’s presence as it had felt like a while.

“Anyway, thinking about it now I’m glad I was strong enough to end things after that, I felt weak for so long. I feel like I’m getting my power back.”

He nodded in response.

“I can tell. It looks like you’re glowing,” he stated casually while taking a bite.

Your eyes soften at him.

“That’s so sweet,” you smiled. “Thanks for noticing that.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned as if his compliment to you was nothing new.

With him sitting right in front of you, you took the moment to observe his features.

“It looks like your curls are getting longer,” you said while smiling down at your plate.

“Really?” He asked while pulling down on one of them and bringing it to be visible to his eyesight. He let it go and it recoiled back to its normal size. You smiled at the sight.

“Yes,” you giggled.

“I might cut it.”

“No don’t-“ you reply quickly.

“Why?” he smirked.

“I like them long,” you say softly.

“Ahh I just meant trimming then down a bit,” he stated.

“How much?” You questioned.

He laughed, and you admired his smile when he did, “I don’t know maybe you can be there when I’m sitting in my barber chair and let him know when to stop,” he advised.

“I absolutely would,” you shrugged.

You finish up eating and Melo pays. You thank him about 100 times and he said it’s really not a problem. You were appreciative of it but still insisted he would not overdo it.

He stopped you when you got to his car.

“Y/N say thank you one more time,” he laughed. “I’m forreal don’t be mad about me paying, I’m going to keep doing it and you’re not going to stop me,” he stated and you were taken aback by his firmness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, damn Y/N, you wanna check my bank account so you know I ain’t lying?” He laughed.

“Well… I am curious as to what a couple million look like- wait no no no stop Melo,” you threw your hands up.

“What?” He asked, leaning against his car tilting his chin up exposing his neck to you as he looked down as you were deep in thought.

You thought about how you were concerned of the possibility that he would ever think you just wanted to hang out with him for his money. You thought about how you wanted to tell him you appreciated his genuine friendship and yeah it was cool that he had a lot of money but that was not why you enjoyed spending time with him. You wondered if all the people in his life were actually genuine. A life of being wealthy and famous is something that could quite possibly be the hardest when it comes to knowing who is really there for you. You put these thoughts aside, maybe you were just overthinking it all.

“Um- uh – thank you,” is what you finally mustered up to say and he picked you up with both arms, carrying you bridal style to the passenger seat before setting you in.

“That’s it,” he groans and suddenly you are in fits of laughter, feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

He sets you into his passenger seat and looks into your eyes. You feel yourself shy away from his intense gaze.

“Look at me,” he says and you meet his eyes again, having a hard time not giggling.

“I’m going to keep paying because I want to, not even tryna brag like that but I want you to know, that’s how this is ‘bout to work,” he stated, using his pointer finger to motion the air between you and him.

“..and that sounds amazing and I really appreciate it I just don’t want you to ever think that I’m around you just for your money.”

“Camera girl-“ he backed up chuckling and slapped his hands on his legs.

“What?” You asked, concerned.

“I never thought of you that way. Ever. You’re honestly the realist person I’ve ever met,” he said and you felt a tinge of sadness wondering if your thoughts were true and if people really did use him for his money.

You looked up at him and smiled, using your hand to tap his drivers seat.

“Come in,” you whispered. “It’s chilly.”

He makes his way around the car and sits in the driver seat, starting the engine.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit attempting to warm up. His car felt familiar and cozy now. You burrow your face into your jacket.

“This town is cute, it’s little.” he says.

“Yeahh I’m convinced the locals are wondering what the hell a Lamborghini is doing here,” you replied and he laughed.

“You grew up close to here?” He asked.

“Yeah my childhood home isn’t far from here, it’s like less than 10 minutes away.”

“I’m tryna go meet Moms,” he joked and furrowed your brows at him in response.

“She’s married and I still have my dad in my life,” you chuckled.

“Oh nah nah I ain’t mean it like that,” he laughed. “Camera girl you think I’m into MILF’s or something?”

You laughed. “Shittt, I don’t know what you’re into.”

He studied your face for a moment after what you said and you finally looked up at him again.

“What?” You asked.

“Oh shit, I just remembered,” he stated while reaching for his phone. He pulled up his messages and you craned your neck to get a look but he noticed you watching so he hid his phone from you.

“Ah ah ah no peaking I’m ‘bout to send it,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “fineee.”

You awaited his message while he got it pulled up and hit send. You sat back in your seat and watched as he focused way too hard on trying to send one text. Like every brain cell he had was really focused on that one task.

You looked at your phone once it finally vibrated.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: you’re a vip to me 💕 1 Attachment

You looked up and him as he smirked looking at you, waiting for your reaction. You opened the image. It was a QR Code for a VIP court side ticket for a Hornets v. Heat game.

“Oh my God Melo, really? Courtside?”

“Yeah, it’s no biggie you know just had to pull a couple strings,” he shrugged.

“Forreal?” You asked.

“Nah I’m just playing, we get tickets for free but, the dude did kinda look at me funny when I told him I only needed one.”

“Awww, well is it weird that I’ll be there alone?” You asked him.

“Nah, not at all. Matter fact I’ll be right there with you… technically,” he laughed. “And you can bring your camera too, if you want.”

“Melo… this is so sweet. Seriously.” You admired the ticket on your phone than took a moment to process everything around you.

“It’s no biggie really. I want you to have fun and enjoy it.. even if you’re not sitting with anyone it’s really just a fun time to be there,” he shrugged. “You’ll see, it’s different being so close versus sitting far up. Whole new type of experience.”

Melo was treating you like a friend of his own now, and this all started just because you did a photoshoot for him. He looked at you and concern grew on his face due to your silence.

“…But I’m just your photographer,” you mumbled.

“Nooooo, don’t say that. You’re more than that camera girl, you’re special and you mean a lot to me,” he admits. “I’m grateful that I met you.”

You look at him in awe for his sweet words. His eyes bouncing around admiring every aspect of your face awaiting your response.

“Thank you Melo,” you smiled. “That means more than you know..”

You thought about how Tristan barely said such kind words like this to you. You winced at the thought and you quickly adjusted yourself in your seat to face him.

“I have to say… I’m excited. I’ve been keeping up more now.. with games and stuff,” you perked up.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your favorite team?” He asked with a smirk.

“Hmmm, lemme think about it,” you replied, pretending to be deep in thought.

He playfully pushed your leg with his free hand.

“Now, you tryna do something like go buy some pumpkins or something?” He asked and you laughed. “I mean, Halloween is tomorrow,” he shrugged.

“Damn that’s true, I kinda forgot… haunted house?”

“Let’s do it,” he shrugged.

The two of you spent a second researching which one you should go to. Unknowingly to you, he admired you for a moment as you were sitting in his passenger seat scrolling on your phone, happy to be in your presence.

You decided on one and he started driving. It was pretty in the cut and lowkey in another smaller town. You almost wondered it if was safe as you drove up to it and it looked like an actual house.

“Ummm,” you stated as you got out the car and adjusted yourself. Melo looked at you as you were wide-eyed and laughed.

“What? You can’t get scared now camera girl, it was your idea,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t know now,” you chuckled nervously.

“Come on, you’re a big girl,” he teased. “We’re here and committed now, so we have to.”

“Okay,” you whispered, not keeping an eye off of the building in front of you. You were hesitant now.

And for what? Yeah it had been a while since you went to a haunted house, but, it’s not real… right?

The two of you walked into the building and were greeted by a girl at the front desk with a Halloween themed make-up design on her face.

Melo bought your tickets and sent you a grin when he handed his card to her. You guys entered through the door to start going through the haunted house. Before you entered the first dark hallway, you stopped in your tracks.

“Ummm-“ you say a little louder and a little more nervous sounding this time.

“Nope,” Melo cut you off and grabbed your hand and gave you a tug. You had no choice, you had to go all in now.

The beginning was not super bad. It was dark, but there were some strobe lights. There were some people in costumes that jumped out at you.

Melo looked down at you with an amused expression on his face, still holding your hand through this point.

“This is.. okay,” you stated.

“Seee, I told you,” he lightly squeezed your hand before letting go of it. “C’mon.”

There was so much. You screamed a couple of times and Melo laughed. You started to loosen up and let the anxiety go. Everything was fake… until you saw the man with a chainsaw.

That shit was looking a little too real.

You did not know what the end was but the flashing white lights made everything around you appear daunting as it moved and then stopped and moved again as new things would move and appear closer to you, you felt like you were going to get jumped scared at any moment.

You had your eyes closed now and refused to look at anything in front of you. You reached out for Melo’s arm and linked yours around his in hopes that he would be able to guide you through the rest with him still having his eyes open.

“I can’t see,” you stated.

“Open your eyes then shorty,” he teased, nudging you.

You opened them. It was bright now. The room was completely white. There was no one around you. You could not tell what was going to happen next. You looked up at him. His face was relaxed and yours was clearly stressed but you forced a smile. He grabbed your hand again and suddenly, the room went pitch dark. You grab onto Melo’s arm again.

“Please step forward,” a voice echoed through the speaker.

You both took steps forward, small steps at that.

“A little more,” the voice stated.

“A little moreeeeeee….. stop.” the voice echoed and you both laughed after shuffling your feet, unable to see how far you had even moved up.

“What’s so funny?” An actual person voice asked now and you felt their presence right front of you and for the first time you felt and heard Melo have a reaction when he gasped and jumped back.

“Shit,” he laughed.

The lights turned on and a clown dripping in blood stood in front of you and you about lost it. Clowns freaked you out.

“Fuck that,” you yelled. The clown was in both of your faces now, knife in hand.

“You gotta be one crazy mother-“

The lights turned off again and you were both in each other’s embrace now when you nearly jumped into Melo’s arms.

The lights were suddenly on again. The clown was gone.

You both jogged your way out of there now that you noticed the white door handle connected to the wall.

You both went through and reached the end of the haunted house, back at the beginning as you were greeted by the girl with the makeup again.

“Have fun?” She smirked, tilting her head.

“No, maybe, yes, I don’t know,” you gasped realizing you were just trying to catch your breath.

“Have a good night,” she waved and went back on her phone.

You both walked out of the building. It was dusk now. You made your way back to his car and you both were too stunned to speak until you made it to the car.

“That was…. Definitely something,” you finally say, still feeling out of breath.

“You were so scared,” he chuckled. “For whattt?”

“Shut uppp…” you say covering your face in embarrassment. “Looook, that shit was crazy!”

“Yeah, it honestly was, shit kinda threw me off in that last room I damn near shitted,” he admitted and you laughed.

“I’m fucking deaddd,” you say as you got back into the car. The two of you sat for a moment.

You thought about what the two of you just experienced together and it made you laugh even more.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you say.

“You so cute when you laugh,” he grinned.

“Stopp,” you blushed. “Thank you… and you’re cute when you pretend like you’re not scared,” you teased.

“I wasn’t!!” He chuckled. “Shit was mid.”

“Mhmmm, sure,” you nodded.

He looked at you and playfully pushed your head.

“Where we going camera girl? Home now?” He asked.

The way he said home made your heart swell.

“We can,” you shrugged. “This has been fun… I kinda don’t want the night to end.”

“Me neither… wanna get ice cream?”

“Fuck it,” you shrugged.

Your last stop of the day was stopping by a local ice cream store. When you both got your cones he drove you back home and the two of you were silent, too focused on making sure your ice cream did not melt onto your laps and on his seats.

You licked your cone, watching as he had one hand on his steering wheel and the other hand wrapped around his cone. You watched as he licked the melting drops dripping off side of the cone.

You caught yourself nearly drooling at his tongue swirling on that cone and you laughed at yourself mentally.

He caught you staring.

“Whatchu looking at?” He chuckled.

“Tongue game kinda crazy,” you mumbled jokingly, in hopes he would not actually hear you. But he did.

He chuckled in response.

“You a freak camera girl,” he shook his head playfully. “What’s your mind in the gutter for?”

You studied his face for a moment, admiring the way his curls fell, swooning over his smile all day. His soft brown eyes looking into yours when he spoke to you. Feeling his hand in your own today and him being so protective over you. His intensity and the way he carried himself in full confidence. How could your mind not be in the gutter?

You giggled and lied, “Oh no reason.”

“Mhmm,” he smirked. “Don’t lie to me.”

“You’re nice to look at,” you shrug, “don’t let it get to your head though.”

“It already did,” he chuckled.

He pulled into the apartment complex now. You both for out of the car and walked together, making your way up the elevator per usual.

“Did you have fun?” He asked you.

“Of course, I always have fun with you,” you smiled up at him. The elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you walked to your door, standing up against the outside of it before entering your apartment.

The two of you gazing at each other in admiration but both were too scared to admit it.

“Well I’m happy you did,” he nudged you before pulling you into a hug.

When you released the hug, you remained close to him, looking up at him. It was cute how much he had to tilt his head down to remain in eye contact with you.

Two children came running down the hall, and you released your grip from him, watching as they flew past you.

“I’ll be back here these next couple of days but I’ll see you at the game.. and hopefully after if you’re free,” he shrugged.

“Can’t waittt, thank you again,” you sing while unlocking your door.

“I’ll see you then,” he grinned, grabbing your hand for a moment and squeezing it before walking away.

“See youuu, LaMelo,” you waved.

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“Couples Secret Sexy Session” (Yugi Muto x Reader) 🔞NSFW

Summary: This takes place in an alternate universe in which Yami is Yugi’s brother. You and Yugi become intimate in the car.

Warning: Explicit sexual content not suited for younger readers.

Word Count: 2k

Yugi and his girlfriend have been dating since their second year of high school. The present day resides in the middle of their third year. They're a cute couple and are always close. Their friends shipped the both of them really hard. Always talking about them together as a group of supportive friends. One day in a particular conversation Joey brought up a naughty question that he thought would be funny. Asking if they ever "have fun" in the bedroom. His female friends Anzu and Serenity roll their eyes. 

“You're such a pervert Joey." Anzu grumbles. 

"Yeah big brother! Yugi is too shy and innocent! So is Y/n!" 

"I agree, I doubt it Joey. My brother would never." Yami Muto said. 

Joey and Tristan look at each other.

"You sure about that?" They say in unison. 

"They're so shy and cute around each other" Serenity argues. 

"I don't know guys Yugi has this look in his eye. I know these things." Duke says smirking.

"You're all perverts." Anzu gets annoyed. 

Serenity and Yami laugh knowing the truth. Yugi and Y/n would never. They’re a bashful sweet couple. It’s true too. You and your boyfriend are a loving couple. You’re without a doubt what your friends call, “couple goals”. However some of your friends fail to realize you’re both not as innocent as they thought. Even your friends Joey, Tristan, and Duke fail to realize how intimate your relationship is. They had a feeling you’re both intimate but they never knew how deeply intimate you two can be.

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"Yugi, thank you so much for taking me to that movie. I loved it!" 

"Anything for you angel. It was fun." He smiles while driving. 

You grab his free hand giving him a lustful gaze. He's dressed up nicely today. You don't mind that he usually wears his school uniform but when he doesn't his regular clothes suit him very nicely. To you he looks so handsome. He notices your lustful gaze at him, smirking to himself. You see he's driving somewhere else. To an abandoned building. The parking lot is old and you notice he parked all the way in the back. 

"What are you doing Yugi?" 

"I want you, Angel." He looks at you with a dreamy lustful gaze. 

He looked so damn good you couldn't resist. Not with the look in his eyes when he wants to be intimate.

"It's been a couple weeks since we've made love." You comment while stroking his cheek.

"I know... I miss you. Can we do it here?"  

Your smile widens. As always he is thoughtful and caring. He wouldn’t want you to do it with him in the car unless you wanted to. He knew you prefer somewhere private. 

"Yes Yugi! I need you!!" You say as your overwhelming desire for him runs your mouth for you. 

You two go to the back seat where Yugi has you on his lap grinding against you. You’re both still clothed but his hands wander to your waist and butt while you two make out hungrily. 

"I- its our first time doing it in a car." You say, making him grin. 

"I can't wait to do it. I'm excited for the experience." He responds.

He pulls you on top of him as he lays back thrusting upwards. You remove your top revealing a lacy bra for his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he has seen your undergarments. He lightly blushed as he enjoyed the sight.

"Oh Y/n you know me so well. I love your strapless lacy bras. It's been a while since you've worn one.”

He watched as your chest bounced while you grind on his lower half. You felt him harden underneath your lap. Fuck you love his skinny jeans.

"Y-Yugi. You're really needy today.” You say between moans.

He grins mischievously. 

"Do you blame me?" He eyes your body just like he did the first night you guys did it. Very romantic and heated. 

You’re wearing a black mini skirt with a black leather choker and combat boots which you already removed before getting on top of him. His shoes beside yours on the floor. You sigh happily at the thought of the first night you two share. You want honest love making with your boyfriend so you give him a look of love he understands returning the look. 

"I love you too dream-girl."

He calls you that sometimes when you two become intimate since he finds you to be the girl of his dreams. You share a sweet loving kiss with him. You begin unbuttoning his vest and button up top. Revealing his semi buff chest you eye him happily. He looks dreamy to you. You remove it sliding it down his shoulders while you kiss his neck with sweet feathery kisses. He moans at your kisses. You know his sweet spots on his neck memorizing his sensitive areas to which you begin licking and biting at. He wraps his arms around your hourglass waist holding you closer. Your chests press against another making you two moan. It added to the steamy moment. You give his neck one last enticing bite. He removes your bra looking at your breasts. 

"I miss your body so much." He licks around the areolas making you mew. Your lust for him became stronger. He wouldn't stop grinding either.

"Oh Yugi!" 

He sucks your breast enveloping it in his mouth. You look down at him to see his eyes are on you. Yugi loves how red your face is. Your breathless enjoying the feeling of your bud hardening on his tongue. Yugi’s face slightly reddens at the feeling. You kiss his forehead finding his blush adorable. 

"Are you ready?" He asks. 

"Yes Yugi I'm ready.” You say with eagerness.

He laid you on the seat gently positioning himself. He holds your hips looking your body up and down. His facial expressions show his feelings for you. Purple eyes full of love and happiness. You couldn't believe how dreamy his smile is. You two have red lines across your faces as he leans his body over yours hovering above. Your hands still intertwined as he pushes himself in. His warmth gave you goosebumps but his body felt soft to the touch. He didn't have any imperfections. 

"I-I love you Yugi.." You moan against his loving kiss. 

"And I love you dream-girl."

He began to thrust inside you making you grip his hands tighter. Your eyes never left each other causing you to blush deeper. A sexy grin ran across his face peppering your neck and face in kisses. 

"You’re such a beautiful little daisy. You’re mine for the taking and I won't let go. Not ever..." He whispers the last part softly beginning to thrust faster. 

You moan and blush deeper at his words. He kissed your forehead sweetly. You hear him moaning his pet names for you. Your heart beat rises from his words. He's such a flirt when you two are alone. You begin moaning his name. 

"Y/n..... Ah..! I won't be able to hold back much longer! I need you!" 

You get a bit embarrassed. 

"Yugi..... I-I ... yes... aah! Make love to me! Show me I'm your girlfriend." 

He says your name playfully. His thrusts are now so hard he's making the car bounce. Your bodies rock against each other as does your head. 

"Mmm... yes!!!!" You shout with excitement. "More Yugi! Give me more!" You praise.

He really made you his. The car shook back and forth violently. It's faster than before! Your walls tighten around Yugi he closes his eyes in pleasure. When he opens his eyes he's looking down at you as if you’re the only girl in the world. You lustfully smile giving him a look of love. He moans your name. 

"I'm about to release.” He said with his eyes clutched.

His face is sweaty with a red line across his features. You scream from all the sensations. He's so rough with you making you go crazy! 

"If I feel this good, I'll fall in love with you even more!" You moan under your stupor. He leans down kissing you after you said that. 

"Together my love!!" He said.

You moan agreeing with him. You two release together moaning in unison. Your hands never left each other through out the entire time. You two cuddle in each other's arms relaxing. You sigh breaking the silence. 

"We should get going to your house Yugi." 

He smiles kissing you. You two spent the next ten minutes cuddling and relaxing. He gets dressed then helps you get into your clothes. The drive to his house felt so nice. You can't describe the feeling but your heart shakes with love for Yugi. He makes you feel so loved and he continues holding your hand even while he is driving. When you got out of the car your legs wobbled making you fall into his arms. He smirks at that. He picks you up in his arms carrying you up to his room to continue showing you that you’re his girlfriend. 

The house is empty allowing you and your boyfriend to be as romantic as you two desire. Your nude bodies tangle themselves together into a new position on top of the blue blanket on his bed. His twin sized bed felt so comfortable with the foam padding underneath you. He has your legs up high stretching down beside your face. You're so wet it leaks out your vaginal area acting as a lubricant for your lover. His sexy face made you shutter. Your heart flutters when you two kiss. He holds your legs down just above the ankles as he gave it to you. It felt so good having his warmth against you. He some how felt deeper in this position and he knew it. Your insides are screaming as you yell in satisfaction. He filled you up entirely and he felt rock hard at that. The feeling is almost as good as before. You get wetter thinking how hard he made the car shake earlier. How he pounds into you is what made your lewd thoughts take over. His star shaped hair swishes around as he rotates his hips making you scream. How he enjoyed your cries of pleasure. You feel so overwhelmingly tight he releases inside without warning.

"R-Ra...! Y/n!!" He said your name as loud as his voice would allow him.

You scream his name in a way you didn't know you could. He pants blushing at how you call for him. Perhaps it was your lewd thoughts but you had no shame in the bedroom with your Yugi. He didn't let his warmth leave you as he continues thrusting in you ignoring the mess he made inside you. It mixed so well. He's pushing more inside while some squished around the sides of his cock. You drool enjoying the feeling. The wet mess made your insides tremble in a horribly wonderful manner. It felt so bad yet so good at the same time. The heat down in your sacred regions became twice as hot from this. His pumps echo in his quiet room as the slaps from your soaked pussy made an irresistible noise that made you two very horny for each other. 

"Wow.. I want you more. These sounds are making me crazy hot for you." He says thrusting in the same position. Your legs tremble as you finally speak. 

You mewed at his next actions. He grins slamming into you. He always enjoys your bedroom talk. He winks. Your heart races from your lust for him when he says that. You scream from sensitivity. 

"Yugi I'm...!!!" You gasp.

His half lid eyes watch you as you orgasm. You tremble and shake in ways he's imagined during your two week hiatus from the bedroom. He watches in pleasure slamming himself more until he finally has an orgasm of his own. Drool slowly runs down the corner of his mouth as he threw his head up calling for you. His middle deep voice hollered in the way you adore so much. Gods you love this guy. He let's go of your legs allowing you to slowly place them on the bed tiredly. They're so sore. 

"Looks like you'll be limping for a week" He watches your legs tremble. You sigh. 

"You'll have to help me Yugi." 

He smiles kissing you. You kiss back wrapping your arms around him. He grabs your breasts massaging them. 

"Mmm babe" You moan, making him smile at the cute way you said his pet name. 

You two begin to french kiss panting in between trying to breath. You two didn't want to waste time on something so little because all that mattered is giving your partner attention. You slip your hands in your vaginal area covering your hand in your sticky mess. You lick a finger seductively in front of him then hold it out for him to lick. His pink tongue pokes out, licking it off your fingers. He then spreads your legs open, licking up your wetness. You're so drenched you suck in his face. 

"Damn you’re wet... there's no way..." 

He goes for round two but his tongue only made you wetter and wetter. It's dripping all over his bed and his mouth. 

"Screw it." He says, getting into position.

Your eyes widen with excitement. Your face burnt from intense blushing. He then slams back right inside you. You scream excitedly. You’re so sensitive from the past sessions you're not thinking about anything. All that matters is your lover pounding into you. 

He moans and groans. You sucked him in and then he slipped out so quickly that he's sure he's pumped into you more than he's ever had before. He feels so good slick and fast as if he's covered in lube. This is so much better. He's covered in your wetness yet he still feels so hard. He moans, continuing to pound. 

He's holding your thighs spreading them wide apart the entire time. Your bent knees shake and bounce to the rhythm of his pounding. His bed even began to shake. This is the last one and you've both reached your limits. Your both panting so hard it's crazy how you two are needy enough for this that you ignore your bodies screaming for rest. Your muscles burn but it made you two grind against each other faster. He watches your breasts bounce in so many directions he's wondering how fast you two are going at it. Tears of pleasure fills both your eyes as you two moan. Once you two orgasm one final time you two drool with satisfied looks of pleasure. You scream joyously calling for you boyfriend desperately as he does so with your name in return. You two tremble against each other's bodies reveling in the mess you two made as he fills you up. The blanket is soaked wet. Your pussy is soaked gushing his aftermath. His member is drained empty twitching against your leg. You two sigh regaining your breath. 

"I love you Yugi." You say tiredly.

"I love you too dream-girl." He smiles at you lovingly. 

You both fell asleep shortly waking up to a huge but very pleasing mess.

[kingofthewebxxx]

Jim couldn’t help but laugh yet again, if this was indeed what the universe had in mind then it was a lot more twisted than he even thought. He had seen the darkest of human behaviour and some supernatural too, and yet it had not scared him, nor had he lost any sleep over it. Quite the opposite, in fact, it was one of the only things that held some spark of interest for the criminal consultant. He lived for the darkness, perhaps serving it to some extent, yet he was more content using it for his own ends and bringing others into its service than anything else. His favourite ones to corrupt were those who originally thought they had the purest of hearts and ignored the truth, that deep down just like everyone else, they had a dark side. “What can I say? Even the cosmos loves a piece of me, they all do, I’m so shocked I wouldn’t make a good servant, oh what ever shall I do, should I get down on my knees and beg? That’s what some of them do when I say they aren’t the bill.”

Change? How interesting, yet that did leave a few mysteries and several unanswered questions that he wanted to receive answers to in a more fun and creative way, for him at least, he wasn’t quite sure how the other would react but it didn’t particularly bother him, the unpredictability made him put more effort into the conversation. “Inevitable? I do wonder if your influence is truly inevitable or if it’s one of those words people use to justify their actions, not that I’m one to judge or anything. You seem to know me so well already! Did you do a little bit of research before you decided to pay me a visit? I do hope whoever your source was at least got some of the details right, people these days, some of the things they believe are hilarious” he said with a chuckle and a small glint in his playful but cold eyes. Watching the little show with the waitress he thought it was too lenient almost, it had a spark of creativity but it wasn’t macabre enough to satisfy him. Well perhaps he could change that, deciding to play a little game of his own he turned in his seat ever so slightly to be able to look at the man opposite him easier.

Focusing intensely, looking directly into his eyes he imagined a rather unsettling image. The waitress that had just served Tristan, now left outside of the vampires home completely drained, except all of it wasn’t gone, instead stored in several bottles in a rather lavish-looking case next to the poor corpse. Sending it from his mind into the general direction of the other with a few darker thoughts attached he then decided to act as if nothing had happened, challenging the other not just to see if he would pick up on it, but also to see what he would say if anything. His reaction could tell him many things that most others would never think of seeking the answers to. Relaxing his gaze and slumping his shoulders ever so slightly and took the vampire’s hand in a firm grip. “Vous semblez avoir perdu votre accent, ou n'est-ce pas le cas ? S'il vous plaît appelez-moi Jim, je suis plus relatable avec un nom plus commun et en plus, nous ne nous connaissons pas encore assez pour être plus personnels. Est-ce que je vous appelle Tristan ou Monsieur De Martel ?” he said in a rather fluent French accent, before switching back to his usual with seemingly no effort on his part. “If you don’t tell me I’ll have to find a nickname for you, and I’m sure neither of us wants that.”

@lordofthestrix

"I see. The cosmos was showing a poisonous sense of humor when it included the dubious gift of submerging yourself into the secluded lakes of other minds within your repertoire." Not that Tristan couldn't appreciate a tragedy in exorbitance and excess. He seemed pleasantly intrigued by his sagacious performance without that skill. "More or less adequately surmised. Although your hubris might be tainting your assumptions regarding my intentions. Remarkable as your wits and guile may be, it is my heartbreaking burden to inform you that you don't appear to show the qualities I seek in a servant." Tristan returned the implicit appearance of a dark smirk. "As for more crystalline introductions. Let's say that if you are Crime, a shrouded web of thrilling trespassing and horrors, then that would make me...Change." His hand beckoned away from the other with the ease of someone who would look at the universe as his personal orchestra. "I'm the invisible, inevitable pressure that alters the way history’s blood flows. Not entirely unlike your lurking silhouette insinuated amid daring crime scenes, my shadow looms over rousing chapters that saw this world bathed in flame in order to make room for new excitements in the endless dance. Mind you, I also oversee the majesty of eras starring peace and contentment but one must know his audience and my own deductions guide me to believe you would find those slightly more tedious." He addressed the waitress his arm summoned with illegible diversion. "An espresso, if you are so kind." Tristan gave a casual glance at the employee in a manner reminiscent to the examination of a carte. The drawling voice remained just as unperturbed when he captured her gaze. "You are going to have a small; confidential mishap with my order and a knife. Make a shallow cut to your palm and let a splash bleed in my coffee for flavor. Oh and don't be too bothered, my dear. The day will have its moments as well. I can be an exceedingly generous tipper." He dismissed with cordial gallantly. The hand that called for the waitress was now offered to him. Waiting in obscure and unreadable invitation. "My name is Tristan de Martel. My pleasure."

[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

“Papa!” India ran towards her father, Chris Hemsworth.

Hemsworth picked her up, looking around for whoever had the other two. When he spotted you, he waved and laughed seeing both boys clung to you. You had one on each hip. A big perk of being curvy is that it makes it a lot easier to tote the little ones around.

It was rare that him and his wife, Elsa, both had projects going on at the same time, but when it did happen, they had a close friend nanny the children near one of the projects. With the twins being a year old and able to be away from their mother for a short time, Elsa reluctantly took a month-long job where she would be doing quite a lot of traveling. Chris put her worries at ease and told her she had put her own career on hold quite a lot for their family. You had met the couple back when you nannied for their manager. When they had India, you helped them navigate having a child while working in Hollywood. When the twins arrived, you once again moved in with the family and helped smooth the hectic schedule involved in being a parent to three kiddos while working in such a high-demand and publicized job.

“India, I told you to wait for me” you gently scolded the young girl.

“…but I saw papa n unca Tom” she replied, hiding her face in her father’s neck.

“India, you know you need to listen to Y/n. She just wants you to be safe” Hemsworth said, rubbing her back with his hand.

“…m sorry” she said, peeking her face out and smiling at you.

“Thank you” you replied.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full” Tom said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the two boys sitting on your hips. “I think we’re done for the day” he added, gaining the attention of Tristan, one of the twin boys.

Tristan reached out a hand, making grabby gestures towards Tom. “Looks like you’re about to have your hands full” you quipped, safely passing the 1 year old to Tom who happily took him into his arms.

“Hey, buddy” Tom said, smiling as the young boy gently played with the wig he was wearing. Tom was great with everyone’s kids. It kind of made you wonder why he hadn’t had any of his own.

Hemsworth spoke to India, bouncing her up and down. “Papa and uncle Tom need to go get out of our costumes and then we can all go home and eat. Does that sound okay?” Chris was talking to India, but he looked at you and Tom as well just wanting to confirm that this plan worked for everyone and making sure Tom knew he was welcome to join.

“Sounds wonderful” Tom replied.

“India, why don’t we go get dinner started for everybody. I could use some help.” You knew that India LOVED to help cook.

“Your papa takes a lot longer than me to get ready…” Tom teased, making Hemsworth laugh. “So why don’t you let me walk you back to the car with Y/n so he can get a head start?”

India started squirming, wanting her dad to put her down. “Make sure you hold uncle Tom’s hand the whole way.”

When you got back to the car, you put Sasha in the first child safety seat and turned to grab Tristan from Tom. “Thank you for walking them back with me”, you smiled up at your always generous friend.

“No need to thank me” he said, passing off the second boy. “You’re incredible with them, but I know it has to be a lot of work.”

Strapping Tristan into the second child safety seat, you replied. “You’re a natural with kids, Tom. You’re going to make a wonderful dad someday.”

Slightly blushing, he replied. “Well, I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

Tom’s sincerity kind of stopped you in your tracks for a second. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well”, you failed at hiding the grin he’d put on your face. “India, say bye bye to uncle Tom. He needs to go get ready so him and papa can come home.”

The girl gave Tom a hug before reaching for you. “I’ll see you guys soon” Tom said, waiting to leave until you got the third child strapped in so he could open your door for you.

“Always a gentleman” you smiled at Tom who was still in full Loki garb.

As you climbed into the car, Tom said “A woman such as yourself deserves to be served by the gods.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you thanked him again. “Remind Chris that he promised he’d bring home ice cream for India.”

When you got to the house where you, the kids, and Chris were staying during filming you pulled into the garage and unloaded the kids. The two boys were in their safe gated area in the living room so they could play, and India was sat on the counter helping you tear apart lettuce for the salad.

“Good job, sweetie.” You said, finishing up the grilled chicken and squash. “Can you go wash your hands for dinner while I get the boys set up in their high-chairs?” you asked, setting India on the ground. “Make sure you use the bathroom downstairs. No stairs without an adult!” you called out. You continued making the salad at the counter

“Dinner smells wonderful” you heard, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You were startled, not knowing the guys had arrived home.

“Shit!” you yipped, turning and almost dropping the bowl in your hands.

Tom grabbed the bowl, trying to hold back laughter. “I’m so sorry” he laughed out, setting the bowl on the counter and wrapping his arms around you.

“You made me say a bad word” you replied, laughing into Tom’s chest. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned back against the counter for stability. Looking up at him you added, “No swearing in front of the children”.

“Well, I’m not the one that said it, darling” a smirk present on his otherwise serious face.

“You’re supposed to leave the mischief at work” you laughed, dropping your arms from around him and turning to finish the salad.

“What fun would that be?” he said quietly into your ear as he reached around you and snagged a vegetable out of the salad.

When you turned around, he was stepping over the child gate to grab one of the twins and get them set up at the table. You shook your head as if you could shake away the very inappropriate thoughts you were having about your friend.

You could hear Hemsworth laughing in the other room, India giggling along with him. “Well, are you going to tell me the secret?” he said. “No one else can know?” he questioned. India must have been trying to tell him something. “Well, they can’t hear you, just whisper it to me.” It got quiet for a moment. “Ah, I see. I’ll have to pay attention and see for myself.”

“Are you telling secrets?” Tom asked after grabbing the second twin and setting them up at the table.

“Mmhmm” you heard her say as you brought the platters full of food to the table.

“Do I get to know?” you asked, turning to grab the twin’s bowls since they weren’t eating adult food yet.

“Maybe” she answered before telling her dad she could get in her own chair. She was quite proud that she wasn’t in a high-chair anymore and she wanted to seat herself.

“Do you need help with anything else, darling?” Tom asked, following you back into the kitchen.

“Help me grab the cups of water?” you answered, handing him two full cups before grabbing your own and a small juice cup for India.

“Dinner was delicious” Hemsworth said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his stomach.

“It truly was” Tom added, standing to gather the dishes.

“I’m glad” you replied, gathering the dishes Tom hadn’t grabbed. “You don’t have to clear the table.” You said, reaching for the last dish.

“Nonsense” he replied, grabbing your hand before you could grab the last dish. “You worked hard preparing this wonderful meal. The least I can do is help clean up.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you conceded. “If you must” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

You saw India crawl into her dad’s lap and whisper something to him. “I see” he answered, looking between you and Tom.

You shot him a look, letting him know you were suspicious of whatever they were talking about. Hemsworth shrugged, acting innocent.

After dishes were done and leftovers were put away, Chris put the twins to bed. You could hear him singing along with the giggles of the twin boys. “India, do you want to take a bath before bed or in the morning?”

“Tomorrow” she answered, crawling up the stairs to her room with you right on her heels.

“Tom, there’s a bottle of red wine already out on the counter if you want to grab a few glasses. I’ll be back down in a few.” You called down the stairs.

When you finished getting India dressed in her jammies and got a movie playing in her room, you headed back down the stairs. You could hear the guys talking in living room, but you couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. “You make it sound a lot easier than it is” you heard Tom say before you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“All good?” Hemsworth asked, getting up to go say goodnight to his daughter.

“As per usual, she’s a dream. She’s watching Big Hero 6.” You answered, walking into the living room.

“Come sit” Tom said, holding out a glass of wine for you.

You grabbed the glass and sat in the spot next to Tom. “Thank you for pouring the wine” you said, taking a sip and sighing, laying back against the soft couch.

“Long day?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly as long as yours. I can’t imagine going non-stop all day like you guys do.” You answered, turning your head to face Tom as you took another sip of wine.

“Ridiculous” he said, tapping his glass against yours. “You take care of three tiny human beings that have all of the energy and attitude of their father”, he laughed. “I’d argue that your job is harder.”

“They’re great kids. The only reason this week has been a bit tiring is because the twins are teething. Sasha seems to be getting it worse, though” you explained.

“Poor thing” Tom said.

“I know. He’s been clung to my side all week. I’m surprised Chris got him to sleep, actually. He’s been fussy at bedtime and usually ends up passing out in my arms.” You felt Tom’s arm slip from the back of the couch to your shoulders.

“Well, enjoy the break” he said, pulling you to lean into his side a bit. “Though I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep in your arms.”

You looked up at Tom. “You’ve been awfully complimentary today.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a wonderfully voluptuous figure, darling.” He cleared his throat. “I imagine anyone that gets to fall asleep in your embrace is going to sleep well.”

“Well, if I thought you were interested, I might just tell you to find out for yourself.” You could hear Hemsworth coming down the stairs.

“Tom, I got the spare room all set up for you so we can ride into work tomorrow. No point in going to your place since we both have to be in the make-up trailer at 7 tomorrow anyways.” Chris said, laying out on the couch across from the two of you after grabbing his wine glass. “Y/n, I checked Sasha. He’s still asleep.”

“I’m glad. Hopefully his teeth aren’t hurting him as much.” You answered.

Chris looked at how you and Tom were sat and made eye contact with Tom, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of you. “Anything you two want to tell me?” He asked, grinning like a little kid.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom smirked, drinking the last of his wine. “Would you like more wine, Y/n?”

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” You sipped the last of your wine, handing the glass to Tom. When he got up, you watched him walk away with a smile on your face.

When he was out of earshot, Hemsworth imitated him. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” He laughed, looking at you and waiting for some sort of response.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him” you shrugged, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“I’d wager a bet that I know what’s gotten into him.” He looked you up and down, sipping his wine, as if to say ‘duh!’ You’d become practically family to Chris and Elsa, and unbeknownst to you they’ve always thought you and Tom would make a great pair.

“Then why now?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “India’s big secret earlier was that she thinks uncle Tom over there thinks you’re pretty because he looks at you like I look at her mom.”

Your face softened, thinking that was the cutest damn thing you’d ever heard. “Your daughter is officially my favorite of your children. You aren’t allowed to tell the boys. Or their mother.”

Chris laughed. “But seriously…give it a chance. Trust that I know something you don’t.” He was trying to help without breaking Tom’s confidence.  

You could hear Tom walking back. You whispered, “I didn’t know I had a chance!”

“Here you go, darling.” Tom sat back down, opening his arms so you could resume your earlier position.

“Thank you” you answered, snuggling further into Tom.

The conversation went back to normal after Tom came back. The guys talked a bit about what they would be filming tomorrow, and they answered questions as you had them. Chris talked about the fact that Elsa would be coming to visit for a few days since Tom and him had two days off from filming after tomorrow.

“Y/n, Elsa will be here for 2 nights, 3 days and she wanted to make sure you knew that you didn’t need to work that whole time. You’re obviously more than welcome stay with us and keep your schedule, but she wanted you to know you could make plans.” Chris explained, knowing that you usually stayed and helped even when one of the parents was going to be around full time for a while.

“I don’t think I have any plans to make, but I’ll keep it in mind” you answered.

As the night wound down, you could feel yourself drifting off while cuddled up next to Tom. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“It is getting quite late” Tom responded, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Thank you two for a nice kid free night” you laughed, pulling yourself from Tom’s embrace to stand up.

Tom watched as you slightly adjusted your clothes, his eyes gazing over your body as you stretched. “The thanks should go to you, love.” He stood, grabbing the three wine glasses so that they could be rinsed in the kitchen.

“You have to stop giving me all the credit” you replied, grabbing the glasses from Tom. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking the glasses to the kitchen.

When you were far enough away, Chris started teasing Tom. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” he repeated from earlier.

Tom threw a pillow at him, leaving the living room to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t want to startle you again” he spoke before he entered the kitchen, peeking around the corner with his hands raised.

“I didn’t even know you guys were home earlier” you laughed. Your hands were in a sink full of water, rinsing the wine glasses.

“I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” Tom walked up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips and kissing your cheek from over your shoulder. “I hope you get some well-deserved rest.”

“You too” you answered, but he was already walking away when you turned to look at him.

When you got in your room, you felt like you were floating. Today felt crazy. Sure, you and Tom had been fast friends from the start. You’d certainly grown close, but today felt like something entirely different.

“Chris said to trust him.” You stripped out of your clothes and took the time to decompress in the shower. You towel dried your hair, threw on a pair of short spandex shorts and a baggy t shirt, and crawled into bed.

You were woken up by the baby monitor in your room. “Oh, Sasha.” You crawled out of bed and quietly made your way down the hallway. “Come here, sweetheart.” You picked Sasha up and he threw his arms around your neck. You walked back and forth, bouncing him in your arms.

“Is everything alright?” You heard Tom quietly ask from the doorway.

“I’m so sorry if he woke you” you said, feeling bad that they had a full day of shooting tomorrow.

“Don’t be” he replied, walking into the room and rubbing Sasha’s back comfortingly. “I take it his teething woke him up?”

“Must have.” You answered. “I’ll get him back to sleep if I take him to my room.” You turned to check on Tristan and he was standing up in his crib with tears running down his face.

“I’ll grab him” Tom said, moving to pick the boy up out of his crib and holding him to his chest. “What do you normally do when they both wake up?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute Tom was in his pajamas and glasses. “I’d take them back to my room with me. They usually fall asleep pretty quickly after that.”

“Would you like some company?” Tom asked, kind of in awe of how easily you handled the craziness of taking care of three very young children.

“I’d love some” you answered, turning and walking to your bedroom. Holding Sasha to your chest with one arm, you pulled back the blanket and crawled into your bed. You were sat up, just a bit, with the already half-asleep boy draped across your front with his head snuggled into your chest.

Tom followed suit with Tristan draped across his much leaner figure. “Come here” he said, lifting his arm so you could tuck the two of you against Tom’s side.

“I hope you aren’t too tired tomorrow” you said, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Get some sleep.” Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dozing off, himself.

You woke up to Hemsworth trying to wake Tom with the biggest grin on his face. “Brother, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Both boys were still passed out on top of the two of you. You rolled out of bed, still holding Sasha. “Let me go put Sasha in his crib and I’ll be back for Tristan.” You walked to the boy’s room and laid him down in his crib. Before you could even turn towards the door, Tom walked through with Tristan. “Good morning” you whispered.

Tom set the boy down in his crib and gestured that the two of you leave so you wouldn’t wake them back up. “Good morning, beautiful.” Tom gently closed the boy’s door and pulled you to him in a long, lazy hug.

“You’re not allowed to be charming this early in the morning.” You laughed against his chest.

“Nonsense” he said, letting his hands slowly slide to rest on your ass. “If I’m not allowed to be charming then you’re not allowed to be irresistible.”

“That road goes two ways” you said, sliding your hands under the back of his shirt and grinning up at him.

“Oh, does it?” Tom replied, dipping down to kiss your cheek before whispering “I think you should stay at mine while Elsa is here.”

“Tom!” Hemsworth whisper-yelled down the hall. “Get your hands off my nanny’s ass and get ready for work.”

You both tried to quiet your laughter as not to wake the boys back up.

“Consider it?” Tom said, releasing you and walking towards Chris to get changed and on their way.

You quickly walked to your room to brush your teeth and wash your face. You threw on a more modest pair of shorts and quickly put your bra on so you could go make the guys some coffee for the road.

Once in the kitchen, you brewed some coffee and got two travel mugs ready. You grabbed a piece of fruit and a protein bar for each of them before Tom walked in. “I hope you got enough rest”

“Actually, I feel incredible.” He said, eyeing the coffee and breakfast you’d set up for him and Chris. “I don’t think it has anything to do with rest, though, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“It must be something in the air” you blushed, ducking your head.

Tom took a step towards you. “At this point, I don’t think I could spend all day trying to pay attention to my lines and cues and such if I’m preoccupied with wondering whether or not I’ve made my feelings clear.”

You looked up at Tom, realizing this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look nervous. “Was your invitation serious?” you asked, filling the gap between you and sliding your arms around his neck.

“Very” he answered, holding you tight against him.

“Then, yes” you answered, going onto your tippy toes and pressing your lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

“Brilliant” he breathed out, dipping back down to connect your lips once again.

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Part 2? Let me know! (I haven’t edited this so I apologize if there are errors. I’m too sleepy.)

[queenquinzel715]

1. Tig 18+

Mentions of rape

Tig 18+ 

Y/n POV

          The night was supposed to be fun, hints the name, Funtown. It's supposed to be rides, games, and fried food, but what happened to your little sister, never. When they found her she was in such shock my mother couldn't look at her without crying, but all I could think about was making this guy pay. 

         At the hospital my parents were talking with the police, and Chief Unser was talking to Tristan. She said it was a guy dressed as a clown, so she couldn't give full detail. Once the police left my parents came to sit next to Tristan.

"I can't believe this happened to her." My mom cries.

"The police will find this pervert." Dad sighs.

"No they won't. They can't arrest every clown at Funtown. We need someone that doesn't follow the rules, and can actually find out who did this." I sigh. 

"And who might that be (y/n), the Sons?" My mom says sarcastically. 

     My dad looks over at me, and softly sits my mom down. He and I walk into the hall, and he looks into the room with a sigh. 

"If you do what I think you're going to do, don't tell anyone, but the Sons." He orders me. 

I nod. "I'll be back later. Call me if she needs me." 

       As I walk out the hospital I see Gemma Teller smoking on a bench, and as I walk she turns to me. 

"You alright sweetheart?" She asks.

"Do you think the guys will help me with something?" I ask her. 

"You should ask Clay, but if it's about Funtown you don't have to worry." She tells me as a motorcycle shows up. 

"I will until I know he is gone." She just nods.

"Follow us." She orders me with a smirk.

      As I get to the car I notice they are talking, and looking towards me, but he nods to her. I follow them to Teller-Morrow, and when I park Gemma walks up to my car. 

"Just go inside, and tell them what you need." She tells me with a smile. 

       I walk in the bar part of the compound, and it's a lot bigger than I thought. Clay waves me over as I walk in, and he gives me a chair as he shuts the door. It's a bit intimidating as all the guys look at me, waiting for Clay to start, but a guy with curly hair keeps looking me up and down. 

"I want to start by saying something happened in this town that is unforgivable, and something has to be done. Now y/n has come here just to make sure what happened to her sister gets taken care of." Clay says. "Y/n do you have any information?" He asks. 

"All she could remember is a clown saying there was a game she could play, but he dragged her into the trees. He had his makeup on, so she didn't actually see his face." I tell them with hatred in my eyes. "She or anyone didn't deserve what happened to her." 

"You do know if we catch him we will hurt him." The curly haired guy tells me. 

"I don't care what happens to this pig. I just want him to learn he can't just do this to people." I snap.

        They look at each other, and Clay asks me to wait at the bar. As I get a drink Gemma sits next to me rubbing my back. We then hear a bang from the room we turn. Clay comes to me, and tells me when they call me I come. 

        I stay there throughout the night drinking with Gemma, but I notice that guy keeps looking at me. 

"Gemma, who is that guy?" I ask her. 

She turns. "That's Tig." 

"He's been watching me since I got here." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind if he said something." 

    We laugh, continue to drink, and at some point Tig walks up to us. Gemma leaves to go sit with Clay, and Tig takes her seat. We talk about a lot of things, turns out he's a weird individual, but at least he's honest. I can joke with him more than I could with anyone else in my life. We somehow end up in a corner, with my leg on his hip, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands squeezing my ass. 

I let him guide us down a hall, into a room, and squeeze me against the door. He slides his kutte off as I pull his pants down, but I stand up. I kiss him before I push him onto the bed, and slowly take my clothes off. He watches my every move, and as I straddle him he grips my hips. He slowly guides me down onto him, but rams the rest of the way inside, causing me to moan out. He doesn't let me get adjusted as he pounds away, one hand on my hip, the other squeezing my ass, but all I could do was grip his shoulders, moaning loud. 

"Bend me over please." I moan out.

      He rams hard a couple times before bending me over, but he doesn't go back in. He pulls me up by my hair, and runs his tongue up my neck.

"Beg." He whispers.

"Please Tig, don't stop. I need you to keep going." I desperately moan.

      He then out of nowhere he rams into me with force as he pulls my hair, and grips my shoulder.  I couldn't hold back my screams as he just fucks into me so hard and fast I couldn't hold myself up. By the end I was face down in the bed with him having to hold my hips up, so he can go deeper. We fall on the bed trying to catch our breath, and he pulls the blanket over me. 

        I woke up at some point, I woke up, it's still dark outside, so I guess it's early morning. I look to my left, Tig is sound asleep, so I slowly slide out of the bed. After getting dressed I slowly sneak out of the bar, and drive home. I shower as quickly as I can, get dressed, and head to the hospital. When I walked into Tristan's room I saw my mother sleeping on the little window seat, and my father was looking over Tristan. When I got closer to her bed my father looked up at me with a questioning expression, and once I nodded he looked down at Tristan. 

        A couple days later Tristan was discharged from the hospital, and that night around midnight I got a call telling me to go to Teller-Morrow. Once there Tig was waiting by the door for me, and when I was close to him, he pulled me into his chest. 

"You snuck away from me." He chuckles. "You could've stayed." He leans closer to me.

"I had to check on Tristan, and didn't know if I could've stayed." I lightly say. 

"Come inside." He kisses my temple.

      We go into the same room as before, and I'm seated next to Tig. After some time, all the men show up, and I'm told everything is taken care of. They told me if my family needed anything all I had to do was ask. As I was walking out Tig cat he's up to me in the parking lot. 

"You want to stay for a drink?" He asks. 

"I would, but I promised Tristan she could stay at my place tonight." I told him.

He nods. "I'll call you." 

        As I drove away I knew I couldn't stay away from him, and I didn't. A week after everything I kept getting sick, so I went to the doctor. Turns out my doctor is Tara, Jax's wife, and what I find out makes me pissed. When I left the hospital I drove, speed, to Teller-Morrow, and once there I stormed into the garage.

''Is Tig here?" I ask. 

"In the bar." Opie says. 

    I stomp inside the bar, and when Tig sees me he smiles at me. When I walk up to him I slap him off the stool, and I keep hitting him as he rolls around. 

"You no good, grimey, and piece of shit." I vent out. "This is your fault." 

"Doll stop. Stop. What did I do?" He yells out, trying to crawl away. 

"You got me pregnant." I stop hitting him. 

         He looks up at me for a second before getting to his knees, and grabs my sides. He looks at my stomach for a second, then looks up at me, and then leans against my stomach. The other guys start cheering for us, and Tig finally stands. 

"You know I can't let you go, now?" He jokes.

"If I have to go through torture, so are you." I laugh. 

         Throughout the nine months, Tig never left my side unless necessary, and even bought us a little house next to Jax's. When I went into labor he was a complete mess, but when he held our son, James, he looked so calm.